Chapter 182: Chosen by the devil

"Don't play?"
Faced with the girl's question,
Zhou Ze was speechless,
This kind of thing pays attention to whether you like it, or if you have a good balance between money and goods.
You are so good,
You can cross the border,
You can come to my yard from next door,
But even if you are more powerful,
Said 10,000 steps back,
You are now in such a fragmented state, even if I originally refused to be hypocritical, I now want to and can't get up.
Boss Zhou touched his forehead and was a little sad.
But the girl was obviously with great anger. At this moment, the blood in the hot spring pool actually spilled out, and at the same time, the girl's originally broken body part was slowly assembled.
All right,
The body is assembled,
It works.
Does this mean?
Isn't it the same when the lights are turned off?
The most talked about is not "You pressed my hair?"
Chinese parents have educated their children since childhood, and it’s wrong to pick food. Think about how many ancient peasant uncles worked hard to farm, and finally have no money to marry their wives.
Boss Zhou wants to be attentive. If you can solve the trouble in front of you, it is best not to resort to violence without resorting to violence. No matter what the reason is to blame, it will always be despised.
But looking at the assembled girl, the original broken and bonded parts of the body all have obvious raised blood marks, and there are dense blood-colored lines around them, like the painting silk embroidered by Li Kui. It is really a bit terrible. The puppets spelled out are the sense of sight.
Sorry,
I reject.
Zhou Ze stood on the spot, watching the girl approaching him step by step, and the nails of Zhou Ze's hands slowly grew out.
then,
The woman approached her,
The blood around him rushed towards Zhou Ze instantly like boiling water. It was really a great momentum.
Zhou Ze opened his arms, his nails were swept to the sides, the blood was directly separated, and the girl's body was divided into two halves at this moment. The poor girl was just like a piece of plasticine, and it was just difficult to assemble, and the result was given by Zhou Ze. Hot hands destroyed.
Why don't you get this glass, but you?
The girl who split into two halves began to wriggle as if they were about to recombine.
Zhou Ze didn't talk nonsense. She continued to cut her nails. Like cutting vegetables, she split the girl directly again. In the principle of not being so beast, Zhou Ze picked up the two halves of the girl's head and turned directly into the living room. in.
perhaps,
The girl is also shocked,
Such a stunning appearance, such a sharp declaration,
To the end,
I feel like a dish delivered to me,
It was really cut by Zhou Ze.
The head of the girl was placed on the coffee table by Zhou Ze, and Zhou Ze lit a cigarette. To be honest, with Zhou Ze's current strength and status, solving a little female ghost has been unable to stimulate his slightest sense of coolness.
But some questions, Zhou Ze had to ask her to ask, the most important thing is,
It's how I got out of this mirror world.
After the two heads of the girl were put together, they slowly merged, and the body outside the living room began to condense again. The headless body wandered outside the living room constantly, as if trying to walk in, but it was a little dare. .
After the girl's head recovered, she put it on the coffee table and continued to stare at Zhou Ze, but the anger in her eyes decreased a lot, and instead it was a fear.
As the saying goes, poor people must have hateful things, as well as ghosts.
Boss Zhou is countless ghost-readers, and he has heard a lot of ghost stories. He also guessed a little about the girl’s life experience.
Stained by J,
Was also divided into corpses,
Finally trapped here into a dead soul in the mirror, it should be pretty much the same.
She scrubbed her body desperately to get some psychological hints and comfort from this move to make her feel that her body was still clean.
A poor Japanese girl,
Such pitiful, no borders.
But ghosts are the product of such extremes. In fact, those who are too indifferent are not eligible to stay in the sun to be ghosts. Those who have salted fish all their lives in the Buddha's life and then died, all line up on Huangquan Road.
From the point of view of ghosts, ghosts who can stay in the sun are basically thorns, and they belong to the class who are disobedient and like to hit the teacher.
Therefore, when a girl is angry with herself, you can't reason with her, and she won't listen to it at all.
Last time I encountered the revenge of the sea python, including many other things, Zhou Ze did encounter a lot of "grievances and grievances", but if Zhou Ze does not have nails, he may not be a ghost. Without the qualification to pity them, they will only become victims of their anger.
"They are not from me. In fact, I don't know why I was pulled into this place."
Zhou Ze spit out a smoke ring at the girl and continued:
"I said, I can help you take revenge if you tell me the secret here and how to leave this ghost place."
The girl continued to look at Zhou Ze with a hateful look. Zhou Ze ignored it and continued to smoke.
Wait.
About a quarter of an hour later, the woman with a headless body slowly sat down. Her arms around her knees, her back against the floor-to-ceiling windows outside the living room, she looked lonely and lonely.
And in the girl's eyes, there was no longer a glow of anger, but a stream of tears.
Zhou Ze took out the paper towel on the coffee table and wiped her, while comforting:
"Don't cry, it will not look good after crying.
I Xu Qinglang,
Will be distressed. "
Therefore, when you go out to do unintelligible things, it is necessary to report the name of your good friend.
For example, when peeking at a girl taking a bath,
For example, when I just saw the girl like a dish and cut her tears, I went to wipe her tears and sorrow,
For example, after the "Ice Water Tenderness" project will be completed, the technician will give you a list to write a review and leave a signature,
At these times,
Leaving your own name is very irrational.
"They... have gone."
The girl choked.
"How many people?" Zhou Ze asked.
"Three, three people."
"Oh." Zhou Ze nodded. "Then, how did they die?"
If the girl was killed by those three people, how did those three people die?
It's not always possible that the girl who was killed immediately turned into a ghost and revenge succeeded?
If the revenge is successful, she will not have such a big grudge.
"They were selected by the devil." The girl's eyes flashed a little confused, "They were selected by the devil..."
"You can be more specific, we are not writing poetry." Zhou Ze reminded.
"It's the devil, the devil, the devil!!!"
"Okay, it's the devil, it's the devil." Zhou Ze was a little helpless. "Is there anything else? Tell me in detail about what happened to you and what happened later."
Zhou Ze reached out and took out his ghost certificate, delivered it to the girl and shook it,
"You can treat me as a policeman."
The girl's eyes began to patrol around,
Zhou Ze also looked around and asked, "What's wrong?"
"This is a place surrounded by a mirror, and the mirror can not only illuminate the present, it can also remember the past."
"What do you think?"
The tears in the corners of the girl’s eyes continued to drip down, but the tears that had fallen before this time began to evaporate in midair, creating a hazy color halo, even reflecting with the surrounding glass A strange light.
It’s like sitting in a movie theater. Everything around is like being covered with white dust again, stained with an unreal haze.
What surprised Zhou Ze the most was that he could still hear the sound. What is recorded in the mirror here is not only as simple as the picture.
On the sofa in front of Zhou Ze, a small flat-headed man, less than thirty years old, was sitting there smoking a cigarette, his feet on the coffee table.
This is an image, recording what happened in the past.
"Boom",
The door was heavily closed,
Two men walked in again. The two men looked younger, perhaps 25 or 66 years old. They held two large plastic bags in their hands, one of which was wearing a cap and the other was kept. Long hair resembling an artist's breath.
The peaked cap and the long-haired man sat down opposite Xiaoping's head, and both of them put their things beside them.
The peaked cap pointed at Xiaoping, who was sitting on the opposite side, smoking a dull cigarette, and smiled to the long-haired man beside him:
"What did I say before, his home team lost today, he must be in a bad mood now, and he is angry, hahaha..."
"Laughing your mother, knowing to laugh when you laugh!
Today, who could have won the Jiangsu team, fuck!
Their home in Jinling is evil today. As a result, we hit a few goalposts, and people just walked in and kicked in. They were so angry. "
Xiaoping pointed directly at the cap and scolded. Obviously, he was really in a bad mood.
"Isn't it the team who lost the ball? What's the big deal? Didn't Real Madrid lose?"
The cap said disapprovingly, and then he opened the bag, "Come and come, we have our party, and I brought the drinks."
The bag was full of clothes. It was taken out by the cap and took out a set of small flat heads that were handed to the front.
Xiaoping took over the clothes~EbookFREE.me~All three people started to change clothes.
These three sets of clothes are the military uniforms of the Japanese army. They were baptized by various anti-war films. The Chinese people are familiar with this set of clothes to the point where they can no longer be familiar.
Xiaoping trimmed his collar and looked in the mirror, looking very satisfied. Then he seemed to think of something and said directly:
"Damn, you said,
If the Japanese killed more people in Jinling and killed all the pens, wouldn’t my team lose today?
It’s better to kill Jinling where there are no more people, and there will be no team in that place anymore. Lao Tzu will not feel so bad today. I was happy to have a meeting with you. "
The long-haired man nodded and said:
"Yeah, if it wasn't for the Yankees insidious, we are already Japanese citizens now, and now we have to stay with the gangs, ...
Thinking of going to school with them before and now having to work with them, I feel sick. "