The target was seized, and the area set by Zhu Hong was automatically lifted, and the broken glass on the ground was glued back to the window. The hospital was still surrounded by nurses and patients who came to visit the emergency room at midnight. A few people who were sleeping in the shallow sleep were awakened. They went out to see if there was no abnormality and returned to the ward.

The vendors at the door had already closed their stalls, and occasionally several taxis were passing by. Obviously, they didn't plan to take the job, so they hurried over.

Chen Wei hurried upstairs and happened to meet Chu Shuzhi who was downstairs. Chu Shuzhi was arrogant and was kind to his acquaintances. He rarely talked to unfamiliar people alone. When he saw Chen Wei, he took the initiative to stretch out his hand and praised him, "The formation eyes are so beautiful."

Chen Wei nodded to him in a hurry, but his face looked even worse than the patient with acute appendicitis that had just been pushed forward. He took out a small bottle of medicine and briefly explained: "Precaution here, take care of it."

Then he threw the small medicine bottle to Chu Shuzhi, turned around and grabbed Zhao Yunlan's hand: "You go with me, I have something to say to you."

Zhao Yunlan was pulled away with a mercy.

Chen Wei pushed him into the bathroom all the way, locked the door from inside, stared at him in the dim light, and asked in a low voice: "That's just now, was it a ghost soldier killed?"

Zhao Yunlan: "Yes."

Chen Wei: "It's you?"

Zhao Yunlan nodded calmly: "Ah, yes."

When Chen Wei heard this, he raised his hand and slapped him without saying a word.

...But the slap came in a fierce manner, but it was not willing to fall on Zhao Yunlan's face. It only stopped in the air near one of his ears.

Zhao Yunlan was stunned for a moment and asked blankly: "Chen Wei?"

"Don't call me!" Chen Wei made his face pale, and his hands that were parked in the air trembled a little. After a while, he gritted his teeth and said, "'Everyone in heaven, earth, human and god can be killed'. The Lord is really a great skill, and he is still crazy. Are you...are you afraid of being punished by God?"

Zhao Yunlan rarely gets angry when she sees Chen Wei, let alone such an angry look. Zhao Yunlan immediately felt distressed and quickly grabbed his cold hand: "Yes, I'm wrong. If you want to hit me, hit me, don't be angry."

Chen Wei shook him away: "Who smiles with you? Do you know that the art of gathering souls of Yin soldiers is an absolutely forbidden evil technique? Do you understand what evil technique is? Can you still hold you in the Three Realms? You are so lawless, do you have to make a big fuss! You, you..."

His speech suddenly stopped. After a while, he asked slightly tremblingly: "What should you do if you ask me?"

Zhao Yunlan reached out and hugged him, kissing his hair gently: "I'm wrong baby, sorry."

He thought he had a good attitude towards admitting his mistakes, but this sentence was directly stomped on the thunder. Chen Wei pushed him away suddenly, pressed him against the door with one hand, and grabbed his collar with the other hand: "Don't fool me with what you said to many people."

Zhao Yunlan smiled helplessly: "Then what do you want me to do?"

The fierce look on Chen Wei's face slowly faded away a little in his smile. After a moment, he couldn't help but soften a little... There was always such a bastard who couldn't bear to blame him too much even if he held the pole and poked a hole in the sky.

After a while, Chen Wei sighed, let go of his hand, and said softly: "Can't you change your temper?"

Zhao Yunlan admitted his mistake with a good attitude and nodded quickly - although he didn't think there was anything wrong with him, Chen Wei said it wrong and immediately admitted his mistake without discerning.

Chen Wei lowered his eyes, held up his knife-shot hand, and asked softly: "Does it hurt?"

Zhao Yunlan shook his head.

"I...I'm so anxious just now..."

"But you hit me so hard that my back hurts." Zhao Yunlan said expressionlessly, "You are still angry at me, you are polite to others, but you are actually angry at me."

His expression made Chen Wei feel panicked, and he didn't hear that he was deliberately acting coquettish. Chen Wei hesitated for a moment and reached out to hold Zhao Yunlan's face at a loss: "I..."

Zhao Yunlan continued to look up at him expressionlessly.

Chen Wei: "I didn't mean it..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Zhao Yunlan reaching out and lit his lips: "If you feel comfortable serving the uncle, I will forgive you."

Chen Wei was stunned for a second before he realized what he said. The expression on his face was blank for a moment, and he blurted out: "What kind of decent thing is it!"

Then the ears turn red, and you'll leave with your hands.

But when he walked to the door, he turned around, he found that Zhao Yunlan had not followed, and still maintained the posture against the wall, looking at him with a smile.

Chen Wei's hand had already put on the door bolt, and hesitated for a long time. The next moment, he strode back, held Zhao Yunlan's waist and kissed him.

...How can he do this in the future?

Zhao Yunlan's lips were a little swollen. Zhu Hong turned her head angrily at first sight, thinking, should this rude and despicable gay man be so eager?

The group returned to No. 4 Guangming Road from the hospital. Chu Shuzhi blessed the net of heaven and earth outside the interrogation room. The yellow paper talisman was sticked like a prayer flag. Then he locked the door, opened the lid of the medicine bottle, and released the resentful souls locked inside.

Zhao Yunlan moved a chair for Chen Wei to sit on, and stood against the wall with his hands in front of his chest. He lit a cigarette and said lazily without raising his eyelids: "You have the right to remain silent, but every word you say afterwards will become Chen Tang's evidence. If you think it through, then speak."

The resentful soul without legs was locked on the chair by three spiritual talismans. He stood up in a gloomy voice and asked hoarsely: "Chen Tang proves the offering? What kind of offering? What kind of offering?"

"The Palace of the King of Hell, I offer you a lifelong merit and crime. I am very fair. Don't talk nonsense. What do you say when you ask me!" Lin Jing was chased by him, and she felt unhappy. The most concise part of him was here. Outside, she was a treacherous monk who pretended to be loyal and honest. As soon as she entered the interrogation room, she turned into a roaring forest, as if she could not show her mighty and domineering aura.

The resentful soul sneered.

Chu Shuzhi glanced at Guo Changcheng. Guo Changcheng quickly sat upright, coughed dryly, and finally lowered his head and glanced at the "cuts" written in the palm of his hand, and spoke like an endorsement: "Secret, name, age, death time, cause of death."

The resentful soul's eyes fell on him, and successfully made Guo Changcheng fight a cold war.

Chu Shuzhi immediately raised his hand and pressed it on Guo Changcheng's shoulder. At the same time, Lin Jing slapped the table hard and said viciously: "What are you looking at? Tell me!"

"...Wang Xiangyang, 62, died on the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month last year, and had a car accident."

Guo Changcheng looked at Chu Shuzhi carefully. Chu Shuzhi nodded and signaled him to continue asking. Guo Changcheng looked down at his copy again, which made Chu Shuzhi look at him and he couldn't help but take a look. He saw that the palm of the person's palm was densely written: "2, Oh, xxx (include the other party's name), since your cause of death is xxx (include the cause of death), why should you attack innocent people?"

Then he heard Guo Changcheng stutter, "Oh, Wang Xiangyang, since your death is the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month... No, your death is a car accident, why should you attack innocent people?"

Chu Shuzhi really didn't laugh out loud on such a serious occasion, so he had to turn around and say to Zhao Yunlan: "Chu Zhao, give me a cigarette."

This blocked his overly weird expression.

"Innocent?" Wang Xiangyang showed a very distorted smile on his face, and leaned forward like a mental illness, "Who is innocent? Little boy, tell me, who is innocent? They are innocent? You are innocent?"

It's over, why do you still ask a question? This sentence is not prepared.

Guo Changcheng immediately looked confused and didn't know what to do.

Chu Shuzhi lowered his head, Lin Jing turned his face, and the two people who had originally plundered him escaped at the same time.

Chen Wei suddenly interrupted and asked, "Can you tell me why you got into a car accident?"

Wang Xiangyang turned to him woodenly and remained silent.

Chen Wei asked again: "What does it have to do with the person you have complained about? What does it have to do with the oranges you sell?"

"I was a seller of oranges during my lifetime," Wang Xiangyang replied for a long time. "Living in the rural area of ​​Longcheng, I go to the city every day and push carts to sell on the roadside. The whole family lives by relying on this source of living. There is a uremia-related daughter-in-law who can't work. She has a son who is almost thirty and can't marry a wife. Because she has a rural household registration, I don't have money to buy a house for him in the city."

"Since you have to ask, I can tell you - I actually like the days around the Spring Festival the most. At that time, people who sell vegetables, work and do small business have returned to their hometowns. The city seems much depressed and there are many people in the supermarket. Sometimes people are willing to save trouble and stop by the roadside to buy my things. I also earn more money accordingly than usual," Wang Xiangyang gradually calmed down under Shen Wei's gaze, but there was always a sarcastic smile on the corner of his mouth, "What a great day on the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month."

Guo Changcheng finally found something he had on his palm, so he asked in a casual manner: "Do you hate society because of family reasons?"

"Hate society?" Wang Xiangyang repeated, shook his head, "I don't hate society. I've seen all the people who hurt me. Just those, I'll leave if I kill them. If you want to put me in the oil pan, you'll put me in the oil pan, throw me into the 18-layer hell, throw me into the 18-layer hell, but there is one thing, they have to go with me, I fried fried dough sticks, and they have to turn into fried dough sticks. I rolled on the nail bed, and they don't want to tie their hands to watch."

His words were calm, but they could not be heard in people's ears.

At this time, Wang Zheng knocked on the door and walked in, holding a plate of fruit in his hand, and her Wannian follower Sang Zan was also following her.

Wang Zheng handed the fruit plate to Zhao Yunlan and looked at Chen Wei very strangely, but she didn't say much, but just instructed Chu Shuzhi: "Please take away the talisman paper outside after you don't need it, so don't cause trouble for cleaning."

After the two logistics ghosts left, Chen Wei continued to ask: "Who are they?"

"There are many other people in the hospital - Well, no driver who drives the car is anything else." Wang Xiangyang said almost in an out-of-five tone, "At the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month, two and a half-girls, one of them dressed like a human being, and they don't do personnel. They have firecrackers in their pockets, throwing them wherever they catch, and the adults at home don't care. They throw them under my car. I talk too much, my mind is frozen, and I can't help but say a few words to them. The two boys put their noses on me, threw cannons under my feet, and I chased them and scolded them. One boy took the opportunity to sneak behind me and lifted my car with his hand. The oranges and apples were all rolled out, big and small, all over the ground."

When he said this, he looked down at the neat fruit plates and licked his lips unconsciously. Unfortunately, he couldn't bear it before his death, but he couldn't eat it after his death.

A strange light gradually flashed in his eyes: "That car of fruit is the money for our family for the New Year. I was anxious and went to pick it up quickly, but I picked it up and dropped it. It was broad daylight. Many people passed by the roadside. I said to them, 'Okay, please help,' but one person picked up my orange, and without looking at me, peeled it off and ate it. While eating, he said, 'You've dropped all the things on the ground and got dirt on the ground. Who bought it? What else can I pick up?' After that, he picked up another apple and put it in his pocket and left."

When Wang Xiangyang said this, a calm and relieved smile appeared on his face, as if what he said made him feel relieved and happy: "Many people are like him, many people, when they see it, pick it up and leave, and they also pack bags. I said you can't do this. You have to give money, you can't take my fruit. When they heard that they gave money, they took my fruit and scattered. I went after me, and I was hit and killed by a taxi on the spot."

"It snowed heavily that day, and the car on the road could not stop. The driver stepped on the brakes and the car slid a few meters away from me. My upper body rolled forward with the wheel, and my legs remained in place. When I was dying, an orange on my face that happened to be on the roller side. Do you think I'm dead wronged?"

No one speaks.

Wang Xiangyang asked again: "Should I take revenge? Should you arrest me? Even if you are in the underworld, how can the King of Hell judge me appropriately?"

No wonder the cause and effect line of every victim is so shallow - the one who died was actually the driver who drove, but the driver was the one who had nothing to do with this matter.

Wang Xiangyang leaned on the chair on his back. This action made the man without legs look particularly terrifying. He laughed softly: "When I was alive, I really didn't know that there were people like you who were specializing in this kind of thing. Since you are willing to take care of unfair affairs, why should you care about me and not them? Forget it, I can see through this world."

In desperation, Guo Changcheng took a look and said, "Family and friends" in a hint, "Should you not think about your descendants? Do you not give your son, your grandson and your daughter-in-law who is treating illness some virtue?"

Wang Xiangyang said indifferently: "My son is not married yet, I don't have a grandson. Besides, both of their mothers are dead. My old Wang family is broken. Which bitch can you raise to accumulate virtue for?"

Guo Changcheng heard himself tremblingly ask: "How did you die..."

"I killed it. Our house does not have centralized heating and is still burning the stove. I locked the fire in the stove at night. They were still asleep and were gas poisoned and all died." Wang Xiangyang said this and added, "No pain."

Guo Changcheng: "How can you...be like this?"
Chapter completed!