Chapter 21:

At the same time that Xiao Li entered the second copy, a private luxury club.
A woman with a long brown wave and long hair softly picked up a glass of red wine and leaned back on the sofa with a noticeable indifference on her face.
There was also a middle-aged man sitting opposite her. He looked at the Patek Philippe watch on his wrist. The neon light on his head reflected the colorful light on the surface. He put his hand down and said: "Mr. Xiao, It is better to say something."
Xiao Mei’s mother Xu Mei just looked at the red wine in her hand and slowly frowned.
Mr. Ye, is there any way to make a person disappear without knowing it?

The man opposite Mr. Ye smiled and said: "It's easy to disappear, but it's hard to be noticed. It's really hard to do. Xiao is a famous family after all."
Xu Meidao: "So, I can only afford the price that Mr. Ye wants."
Mr. Ye picked up the bottle on the side, poured a glass of wine into the glass, licked some liquid with his fingers, and wrote a number "5" on the table: "Other means, it is impossible to think of God." Everything that exists, there must be traces. Only one of these ghosts is a natural weapon of killing."
Every year in the entertainment circle, there are countless artists who raise ghosts and accumulate yin, and they will spend a lot of blood on their own.
Xu Mei looked at each other's eyes, and then he sat down with satisfaction with the red wine: "The deal."
She didn't want to wait any longer. Xiao Ming ran out of Xiao Li's room. This was the last straw that crushed her, and the boss who was studying abroad had to come back. Now is the best time to get rid of Xiao Li. .
Mr. Ye is her good sister. The famous social flower in the circle was introduced. He was born in mystery. Every time he did things, he was quite clean and neat. He was entangled by his "ghosts". No one would go crazy first, then commit suicide. It looks like a mental illness, and it's a great way.

In the middle of the night, the classroom.
This time, Xiao Li is already used to that feeling, but she is worried that she will not appear again in the classroom - but this time, when he opened his eyes, he has returned to reality and around It is a classroom at night.
Xiao Li took out his cell phone and showed that he was close to zero at eleven o'clock on the day he left school, and he stayed in the orphanage for three days.
This time flow rate has changed from the first copy of the Nandu Girls' School - the difference between the official copy and the new copy? Or is it true that each copy world will be different?
Xiao Li walked out of the classroom and clicked on the Zheng Yiwei signal that passed before. He entered a line of words and asked about the situation that happened at noon today.
At this point, the school gate has been closed. If you want to go out, you can only find the guard. Xiao Li is in trouble. He went straight to the wall of the back door of the school and was very skilled and turned over the wall.
This is the point, the driver must have gone back long ago, Xiao Li has no feelings for Xiao family, and does not want to call the driver back, and this is a famous aristocratic college nearby, taxis rarely come to this land - Xiao Lizheng In the meantime, an orange taxi stopped in front of him.
The driver was a thin man. His eyes were straight ahead, his cheeks were sunken, he wore a long-sleeved plaid shirt, his sleeves rolled up high, and the empty car icon in front of the taxi flashed a faint light in the dark, like a wildfire.
The movement of the boy had a momentary pause, but soon, he glanced at the empty street, opened the door of the back seat and sat up, and reported the address of Xiaojia while pulling the door.
The driver sitting in the front row pushes the empty car button down and starts punching.
The driver is very quiet, there is no idea to talk with Xiao Li, the two arms are always on the steering wheel, smooth and steady.
Xiao Li sat in the back seat and looked across the street from the window.
From the school to the Xiao family, this distance does not pass through the city center, so there is no eccentric neon light, only a piece of greenery and street lights appearing at intervals.

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Xiao Li’s cell phone in his hand trembled. He opened the screen with his fingertips and found Zheng Yi’s message back: [Noon? Nothing happened at noon, dare you not going out at noon? I haven't come back in the afternoon, I thought you were in trouble, put the ten boxes of mineral water at the school gate. 】
Going out at noon - is the illusion created by the magical power that will not disappear in the eyes of the public?
[Wait, you ask me this way, are you going in again... the world? 】
Xiao Li briefly returned a "en", and then, as if he noticed something, he pressed the phone and raised his eyebrows toward the front.
At this time, taxis are getting closer and closer to the suburbs.
The scenery outside the window is almost desolate.
After driving for so long, the driver's breathing is still very light, light like - no breathing at all.
While passing another faint yellow streetlight, Xiao Li noticed that the other side of the arm that was exposed by the cuffs was showing more and more spots. It was placed on a white arm and looked like a plaque. It’s terrible to go around and it’s terrible. If ordinary people see it, they will immediately ask for parking.
However, in this magical taxi, the black-haired boy is only a glimpse, then don't open his eyes, the leisure of the gesture is like the driver in front is not corpse, but is beautifying.
The distance is farther, and it is closer to Xiao Zhai.
But the driver in front also began to change. He turned his head bit by bit until the head turned non-humanly through 180 degrees and stared back at Xiao Li.
Since I came out, I haven’t been able to return to Xiao Huangben. Instead, the doll staying in Xiao Li’s pocket moved his head. The movement was so subtle that no one noticed it.
Xiao Li raised his eyes and looked at the driver. He glanced at the window in front and raised his eyebrows: "Good drive, pay attention to the front."
Mr. Ye, who manipulates the soul of the driver from afar: "........."
What is wrong with this Xiaojia two young master? Is the focus now on driving? ! Shouldn’t you cry and wow?
The sound of the young man’s clear voice fell in the taxi, but the driver didn’t react. The neck was twisted into a twist and he looked at Xiao Li with a blind eye. A black liquid poured out from his nostrils, followed by Eyes, mouth, ears, those liquids drip from the driver's face in the taxi, bit by bit, splashing water.
This time, Xiao Li couldn't calm down. He moved to the side with some disappointment and avoided the black liquid stained on his own clothes. However, the driver opened his mouth and reached out and grabbed it toward Xiao Li.
He completely let go of the steering wheel and his hands fell aside.
The taxi lost control and began to sway, and the front of the car rubbed against the railing along the road, causing intense friction.
The strange dolls climbed out of the teenager's pocket and turned into a human form on the front passenger seat of the taxi.
The girl who suddenly appeared in the passenger seat was still very thick, her face was dull, the black hair was drooping down, she was facing the window, but she extended a hand to the side, holding the driver’s head, another The hand is extended like a plasticine, pressed on the steering wheel, and the front of the car is returned to the normal direction.
At this time, if the scene is directed at the opposite car, the owner is afraid that he will doubt life.
Tan Li looks like a weak girl, but she has been a tiger for so many years, and she has become a ghost. The shot is not soft. She held the driver's body in one hand, pinched his head, and dragged him out of the driver's seat!
The girl dragged the driver to her front and opened her mouth. She swallowed the driver and the was silent.
Just as Tan Li completely swallowed the driver, her sharp mouth also snapped an invisible thin line, swaying in the air.
Another light flashed through Xiao Huang, and Zhou Ying’s head was empty. A small figure followed the thin line and chased it out.
Mr. Ye, who was manipulating in the distance, couldn’t sit still. He used to look at the pictures on the taxi through the spirit of his own devil. This is his habit. Every time he uses ghosts to kill, he must quietly Appreciate his masterpieces, especially the pictures of people who are scared and begging for mercy, bringing him a sense of supreme.
However, at the moment when Tanli appeared, he almost fell off the chair at home - that is a ghost? ! Xiao's kid also knows how to do ghosts? And the female ghost, it looks really real, full of spirituality, it is obviously not a low-order ghost, but a ghost of the climate, if it is not heavy, it may be into the "ghost" list! For many years, he has spent many years in remote villages and funeral homes. He has only produced dozens of low-level ghosts and a middle-aged ghost. Where does this kid come from such a female ghost? !
Is he a man of a family?
Mr. Ye’s face was faint and uncertain. He foresaw that he had pulled out a big scorpion this time. He jumped up and wanted to invite people to book a ticket to other provinces and cities. However, he still had no words to export, and suddenly felt his feet were held by a thing. Living.
He bowed his head. It was a long bangs, Xiaozhengtai. He held Mr. Ye’s foot and looked up: "... play a game together?"

On the taxi.
Tan Li has already sat in the seat of the driver's seat. He used his hands to lie on the steering wheel like ordinary humans. There was a bit of a sigh in her look. She didn't seem to know why she was sitting in the car, not at the bottom of the car.
She originally wanted to drill back into Xiao Li’s pocket, but at that time the black-haired boy said,
Continue to open,
and Tan Li stunned and did not go back.
When Tan Li was a man, he wouldn’t drive and become a ghost. It wouldn’t be any more, so she just stiffly squatted on the steering wheel, moving from time to time with spiritual intuition, with a twisted car in the direction of Xiao Zhai. Run away.
She kinda likes the flower clusters of Xiao Li's window. I don't know if I left this meeting, and those flowers have not withered.
The girl thought about it in a divergent mind.
Xiao Li is as stable as a mountain in the back seat. It seems that he is not worried about his new driver who is in a car accident. His knee is a small yellow book: [You... don’t want them, okay? I can do this, can only two of us be bad? 】
And below the line of writing, there is a reply from Xiao Li: "No, I have collected 癖."