The girl who rented with Zhang Jia was also an enthusiastic person. Seeing Xia Zhu's face was confused, she said, "She went for plastic surgery. She told me that a friend she had known was poor and rustic. She had a handsome guy to send a luxury car and a mansion. She wanted to make a more beautiful face and surpass her friend!"

Xia Zhu: “…”

After asking the girl Zhang Jia which plastic surgery hospital she was, Xia Zhu rushed to her.

This hospital is located southwest of Emperor City and has a very loud name.

"Let you have a cosmetic surgery agency."

After arriving at the hospital, Xia Zhu saw a circle of people around the hospital and whispering.

She was about to squeeze in when she suddenly heard someone mention Zhang Jia's name.

"I know Zhang Jia, I'm very young, tsk, it's a pity that I just died like this."

"Didn't the trick look good before? Why did you go and do it again?"

Xia Zhu was shocked immediately.

Is Zhang Jia dead?

How could this happen?

She immediately stepped forward to ask, and the onlookers started talking.

It turned out that Zhang Jia had anesthesia problems during plastic surgery, resulting in death.

While talking, someone came out with a stretcher.

They carried the stretcher onto the corpse transport truck.

Just as I got on the bus, a strong wind blew over.

The white cloth on the stretcher was blown up.

Xia Zhu saw Zhang Jia lying on it, her eyes closed and her face pale.

Xia Zhu's heart stopped suddenly.

...

Among the onlookers, two men stood.

One of them has long hair and the other has short hair.

One wears white clothes and the other wears black clothes.

They stood in the crowd, thinking that they stood out from the crowd, and thinking that they were both black and white evil spirits.

But in fact, when you look at it this way, it looks more like a black and white sculpture!

"Why did God let this woman die?" the long-haired man suddenly asked.

Hospital anesthesiologists are their people.

God’s believers are all over the world, covering all walks of life.

Even an inconspicuous person selling buns on the street may be a believer of God.

The short-haired man smiled slightly, and his tone was mysterious: "Who knows this, no one should guess God's will."

The long-haired man stretched out his neck and looked forward: "I saw that woman named Xia Zhu coming. Could it be that because this dead woman said something to Xia Zhu, God wants to let this woman die."

"Don't try to guess God's thoughts." The short-haired man warned the long-haired man again.

The long-haired man didn't mention it.

But obviously, he is a man who is unwilling to be lonely.

So after a while, he said, "That day, I accidentally saw God looking at a photo, and the expression on God's face was very gentle."

The short-haired man immediately glanced at the long-haired man with majestic power: "You are not allowed to talk nonsense! How could a gentle expression appear on God's face!"

The long-haired man stopped talking again.

And here, the car carrying Zhang Jia's body drove away.

The short-haired man said, "Let's go."

The long-haired man turned around, and he was unwilling to be lonely and asked again, "You said that in the eyes of God, is that woman named Xia Zhu really a chess piece?"

He had always thought so and believed it without doubt.

Like everyone else, Xia Zhu is just a chess piece.

Until I accidentally saw that the expression on God’s face was so gentle.

The long-haired man suddenly felt that things were not that simple.

This time, the short-haired man did not scold the long-haired man.

He looked up at the sky, and the expression on his face was inexplicably a bit stupid.

After waiting for a long time, he lowered his head.
Chapter completed!