Seeing the ghost.

Wen Qianyi had a look of seeing a ghost at this moment, his eyes wide open and hesitated for a long time, not knowing what to say.

Huifeng?

Food City?

Businessmen in Yunyang City especially like the word Huifeng. Walking from beginning to end a street, you can see at least three places called Huifeng XX. Whether it is a roast duck restaurant, men's clothing or foot massage, it seems that using Huifeng is really a good harvest.

If it were before, Wen Qian would only complain about the shop's naming ability when he heard this name, and at the worst he would be bored.

But now it's different.

"Huifeng... Food City?" Wen Qianyi's face turned pale.

He asked again, again.

"The news just not long ago?"

Zhang Yao had already hung up the phone. It was not that she hanged up on her own initiative, but that the girl named Chen Yuanyuan felt sorry for the phone bill. After all, she was still a high school student and she didn't have much pocket money at all, let alone spending on the phone. Every bill had to be carefully calculated.

The first time she saw Wen Qianyi in this way.

It was the first time I saw someone performing it perfectly, which is called the word "creepy".

He should apply for the Central Academy of Drama instead of the so-called 985 Donghai University.

Zhang Yao was a little unhappy.

This hellish expression really ruined the beautiful image of this pretty boy in her heart. A little girl's nameless anger surged out. With a hum, she threw down a sentence and ignored Wen Qianyi and walked quickly in front.

"Don't you have a cell phone? Go to Baidu by yourself."

Wen Qian woke up like a dream, and hurriedly took out his copycat cell phone from his pocket.

He did the simple action of taking out his cell phone three times. It was not just nervous, but he felt his arms were as soft as noodles. He felt an unbearable soreness when he lifted his strength a little.

Based on his knowledge of high school biology, he knew that this was the result of a large accumulation of lactic acid in his muscles.

Ninety-nine percent of the lactic acid in his body comes from intense exercise, but in his mind, before waking up from a dream on the bus, it seemed that a large piece of memory was missing.

That long dream was hidden in the deepest part of the memory cell at this time. Even if I tried to recall it, it was still a little blurred.

There is only one thing that Wen Qian is deeply impressed. The terrible number "4931" is still lingering in his mind, like a mark, reminding him of the terrible experience that ended with countless deaths.

Open the JAVA version of Little Squirrel Browser and enter keywords such as "Yunyang City", "Huifeng", and "Explosion". He was about to click the search button, but his fingers were hesitant in the air.

"Let's go, why are you still standing there!"

Zhang Yao's crisp girlish voice came from a distance. She stood at the front door of the city library and waved to Wen Qianyi.

The shop at the entrance of the city library is installing new signs, with handbags that are six or seven meters high.

Wen Qian also breathed slowly, and he put his phone back into his pocket. He wiped his face with his hands, covered in cold sweat.

“Here’s coming.”

Faced with that horrible memory, he chose to escape briefly without manliness.

The gravel flew into the eyes and the brain ruptured...

The stainless steel tableware was in the middle of the throat, the artery ruptured, and blood sprayed out...

There are countless classic accidental deaths in American horror movies, and Wen Qian has almost experienced the "family bucket" package at the small explosion scene. His fragile nerves will collapse completely at any time. This is not weakness, but the instinctive reaction of human beings in the face of unknown dangers.

"Wait and talk about it..."

Wen Qian also lowered his head and stared at the black ant nest on the ground, and said to himself.

"Hey!"

Seeing that Wen Qianyi was still standing there without moving, Zhang Yao pouted and suddenly had a prank. She pulled out a piece of draft paper, rolled it into a ball, and threw it at Wen Qianyi with all her strength.

Wen Qianyi still lowered his head and walked forward, struggling and hesitating in his heart. He didn't know what he was afraid of.

Just a dream...

A slight impact came from the palm of his hand. He raised his head and found that he raised his right hand, holding a wrinkled piece of paper in his palm. He stared at the piece of paper and was suddenly stunned.

When did this thing appear in my hands?

Zhang Yao looked at Wen Qianyi in surprise. From her perspective, she could confirm 100% that Wen Qianyi had been staring at the ground and had never seen her prank. Could it be that this handsome guy had eyes on his forehead?

Before she could speak, a scream suddenly came from the handheld in the shop next to her.

"Hey hey hey! Be careful-"

Wen Qianyi was still immersed in thinking with his head down, and subconsciously raised his left hand suddenly, like a mosquito. He relied on the power of his finger joints to hit the side of the falling claw hammer. The angle and force were accurate to the extreme, and even if there was a slight deviation, he would hurt himself.

The trajectory of the hammer's whereabouts deviated.

when--

The claw hammer fell less than two or three centimeters on his right foot, smashing a small crack from the red brick on the ground. The handle of the wooden hammer tilted and gently landed on the blue sneakers.

Wen Qianyi didn't even look at the claw hammer, nor did he blame the initiator. He was still staring at the paper ball in his palm and muttering.

Why did this piece of paper suddenly run into my hands?

The shouts of middle-aged people came from their heads.

"Little brother, I'm sorry. I just shook my hand and didn't hold the thing. Are you fine?" The decoration worker named Wang Jinshui, rubbed his hands and looked at Wen Qianyi apologetically.

Wen Qian also looked up and stared at him in confusion.

Before Wen Qianyi could answer the conversation, Zhang Yao jogged over, pointed at Wang Jinshui with one hand, and said angrily: "You were too careless! What should you be responsible for the thing falling from this high place? It hurts people!"

"Sorry, sorry..." Wang Jinshui knew that he was in the wrong, and smiled, not refuting, just apologizing.

His eyes fell on Zhang Yao or Wen Qianyi, but he glanced at the hammer on the ground from time to time, as if he cared very much.

Zhang Yao glared at Wang Jinshui, pulled Wen Qianyi's hand angrily, and pulled him towards the direction of the main entrance of the city library.

Wang Jinshui looked at them patiently and walked into the revolving door, then slowly climbed down from the hand and scaffolding. Adults in society always have their own rules of doing things. This kind of thing is a blessing for students. Students have little social experience and are always easy to talk to. Otherwise, they will inevitably be scolded and even have to pay a small amount of money.

"It's okay." He smacked his lips and bent down to pick up the claw hammer on the ground.

As soon as I raised my hand, the iron head of the claw hammer was broken into several pieces.

He stared at the bare wooden stick in his hand, then stared at the metal residue on the ground, and took a breath.

This is an industrial-grade chrome-molybdenum steel hammer head. It costs hundreds of yuan in the hardware tool market. Normally, it is no problem to use it for twenty or thirty years! He has only bought it for less than half a year...

Can this thing break even if it falls to the ground?

Wang Jinshui was so distressed that he did not notice the impact marks on a fragment on the side.

"I've seen the ghost."

At this moment, many people in Yunyang City had this catchphrase on their mouths, wondering in their hearts, and they felt a strange feeling of being evil.

Even a top student who graduated from Dongyang Communication University and a good girl recognized by everyone on weekdays, Liu Xuejia will inevitably swear without any pain.

"I've seen the ghost..."

She leaned against the chair of Quanshui Police Station, staring at the fiery lights on the ceiling, without any ladylike image.

The expensive Etam women's clothing on her body was covered with black marks at this time, as if she had just escaped from the battlefield.

It was almost escaping from the battlefield.

Liu Xuejia recalled the thrilling experience in Huifeng Food City, and she still felt in a terrifying feeling at this time. The explosion scene of pots and pans coming to the sky together, when she was in it, it was really no different from artillery bombing.

"Jia Jia, I heard that at the briefing just now, Editor-in-Chief Li mentioned your name several times." Wang Kaiqiao is an alumnus and colleague of Liu Xuejia. Compared to Liu Xuejia's youthful and beautiful appearance, she is only an ordinary-looking older woman.

She looked at Liu Xuejia deeply and congratulated: "The editor-in-chief was very satisfied with the scenes you took with your mobile phone on the spot. After this incident, I guess there will be no obstacles for you to become a regular."

Liu Xuejia forced a smile.

Wang Kaiqiao said: "But you are really bold. You still don't forget the job of the reporter when you are dangerous. I saw the photos on the scene... It is said that it was a series of explosions caused by gas leakage, which is too scary. The relevant departments must investigate the responsibility. Editor-in-chief Li means that we will continue to follow up on the interview, and it is best to find any key evidence..."

Liu Xuejia can no longer listen to the following words...

She looked at the ceiling in confusion, and the figure in her mind was still in her blue school uniform, lingering.

A policeman came in and smiled kindly at Liu Xuejia, saying, "Hello, Ms. Liu, Captain He is waiting for you in Room 203. We need to make a simple record, please trouble you!"

Liu Xuejia slowly exhaled, held his forehead with his hand, and came to the door 203 with a swaying swaying.

He pushed open the door and sat in front of the desk a man with neat and short hair with a national face. He looked smart and capable, and had a bit of military atmosphere in his every move.

"Hello reporter Liu, about the explosion in Huifeng Food City, I have a few questions to ask you to confirm."

He Zilong, who is Captain He, found the on-site surveillance video at the first time. At first, he just wanted to figure out the whole story of the matter. It would be better to eliminate human relationships, otherwise he would increase the crime rate in the jurisdiction... Fortunately, no signs similar to humans were found.

In other words, after excluding artificial relationships, this matter has nothing to do with Quanshui Police Station. Just pass a casual scene and deal with it.

But He Zilong was really curious.

He raised his doubts: "Reporter Liu, have you received... well... bodyguard training, or similar special training?"

"No." Liu Xuejia answered honestly.

He Zilong held it in for a long time before he took the initiative to ask, "Then why, you have nothing to do?"

yes.

Everyone was puzzled. Almost everyone in Huifeng Food City suffered serious injuries. Reporter Liu, who was near the explosion center... except that he was a little embarrassed by the fire, was like a god possessed, and his clothes were not even broken!

"There is no surveillance video?" Liu Xuejia suddenly asked.

He Zilong shrugged and said, "Surveillance blind spots."

For some reason, Liu Xuejia felt a lot more relaxed. She put the hair on her forehead behind her ears, and the charming womanly aura made Captain He unable to move his eyes a little.
Chapter completed!