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Chuzheng stood in the dark: "Well."
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[Identity Fragment 4: Blood Type B]
Chuzheng: "… "
I will endure!
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I thought it would continue, but when I opened my eyes, I found that Chuzheng was still stunned for a while lying on his little broken bed.
Raise your hand and feel for a moment.
Not pulled for cremation, which is fine.
After Chuzheng got up and washed, she turned around and saw two girls standing behind her.
Chu Zheng was startled: "What?"
Who would you scare early in the morning
Zhi Zharen looked at her intently, Chuzheng was irritable: "Hungry, hungry, I'm still hungry, you know what else to do besides eat."
"Master, I'm hungry too." The little short-legged robot bared its head from behind the paper stickman, and shouted in a milky voice.
Chuzheng: "… "
roll!
You are a robot starving!
Chuzheng pushed Zhi Zanren out, picked them up on the table full of small bottles, and finally picked two, poured out the spirits inside, and photographed Zhi Zanren directly.
The soul quickly disappeared into Zhi Zharen's body.
The radian of the red lips on Zhi Zha Ren's face expanded significantly.
Chuzheng was in a panic, went downstairs, found another paper stick behind the door, and fed it in the same way.
The robot banged downstairs: "Master, you don't wait for others. Do you not love them anymore, or do you have other robots outside?"
Chuzheng: "… "
"Show me Xingjue's information." Chuzheng was too lazy to deal with the robot and let it call up Xingjue's information.
"Look at what he's doing." The robot asked and threw the information into the air: "What's so beautiful about this, master, find me a tall and mighty body, and I can be so good-looking."
Chuzheng gave it a threatening look: "You talk a lot?"
The robot awkwardly locked its mouth with its hands, indicating that it would not speak.
Chuzheng looked away, and the robot quickly added: "What's so beautiful about Xiaobai's face!" After speaking, he turned around and turned his back to Chuzheng.
Chuzheng: "… "
Chuzheng looked at the displayed information.
name: star
Sex: Male
Nationality: HG
Zodiac sign: Pisces
Birthday: March 20
Blood type: blood type B
…
The known information, except for gender and blood type, do not match the remaining two, of course, the birthday does not match, and the constellation certainly does not match, so it can only be counted as one...
Isn't it him
Chuzheng picked up the bastard and scolded him again in his heart, and then stepped on the flip-flops and went straight to work.
"Miss Chuzheng?"
Hu Shuo probably thought that Chuzheng came to work so early, and the sun was coming out from the west, and was very surprised.
"I ask you a question."
"You ask."
"When is your husband's birthday?"
"March twentieth."
"… "
It really is March 20th.
Hu Shuo was surprised: "Miss Chuzheng, what are you asking about this?" These simple materials can be found online, and the materials he gave are also included.
"nothing."
Chuzheng left without looking back.
Hu Shuo looked at the manor, and then looked at the direction Chuzheng left, moving his fingers back and forth in the air several times.
no!
Didn't she come to work? Why did you leave
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Bao Lei, the person in charge of the funeral home, has not been found yet, and the rest of the clues are broken. Asking Xianlu seems to be shrouded in an invisible haze.
"Wan Fei was killed by the group of people in the funeral home, but they didn't move the body outside, so who did it?"
Liu Zhong brought people to the meeting and sorted out the recent affairs.
Meiji, who was shrunk in the far corner, raised her bunny ears: "That is to say, there are still a group of people?"
Xie Shi held his chin, and the clown hat was tilted to one side: "The one who killed Wanfei was the one who killed Wanfei, and the one who dumped the corpse, that is, two groups. What is the purpose of these two groups?"
Su Yao stepped on the stool and said rather domineeringly: "The gang that killed Wanfei, according to what Miss Chuzheng said, is to allow more unknown creatures to settle in, and they have a way to make the corpse behave like a normal person. Regardless of the purpose of doing this, what about the corpse throwers? What do they want to do?"
Jiang Sanzhan dressed as a gangster is obviously not suitable for this kind of mental work.
The sick beauty Yeyue Li was flipping through a book, and could vaguely see the information on some unknown creatures on it.
Just when a few people were at a loss, Chuzheng came in from the outside.
"Everyone is there?"
"Miss Chuzheng." Jiang Sanzhan got up first and made room for her.
Chuzheng didn't care where he sat, so he sat down casually and threw the things in his hand on the table.
"Go and see all these places."
Spread out on the table is a map of Jingnan City, with a lot of places marked with a pen.
"Miss Chuzheng, what is this?"
"In the past two years, the fluctuation of spiritual value is too abnormal, especially these two places."
Chuzheng lights up two of the dots, one of which is a funeral home and the other a hospital.
For that group of people who need bodies, funeral homes and hospitals are the best options.
Chuzheng gave new instructions, and a group of people soon split up.
Because Liu Zhong was injured, he was ordered to stay in the store out of the traditional virtue of respecting the old and caring for the young.
Liu Zhong: "Girl, do you think this time is serious?"
"I don't know." Chuzheng got up, the chair rubbed against the ground, and there was a slight noise. She rested her palm on the table and looked sideways at Liu Zhong's line of sight: "However, asking Xianlu is not because they want to offend."
The girl's voice is neither light nor heavy, but it has a power that makes people trust.
Liu nodded his head: "I hope this matter will be found out as soon as possible."
Chu Zheng didn't respond, turned his head and left.
When she walked out of the store and looked at the street, she happened to see Xingqiao standing opposite, holding a book in his hand.
Star Bridge…
Chuzheng silently recited several names several times, then turned around and went upstairs.
Chuzheng turned out the contract of Xingqiao, and took it into the small room before. I don't know how long it took, Chuzheng came out of it and collapsed on the sofa without any image.
“Star Bridge…”
Chuzheng sighed.
Why choose at such a time.
"Master, what's the matter with you?" The robot rolled over, looking up at the man slumped on the sofa.
"I'm going to give you a new owner."
"Ah?" The robot was stunned, and turned around and said, "Are you going to abandon your husband?"
Chuzheng: "… "
Where did you learn the messy words!
Who is the husband and who is the son
The robot howled for a long time in a one-man show, Chuzheng ignored him at all, and finally had no choice but to stop howling, and asked in a milky voice: "Master, you won't tell the truth, right?"
Chuzheng slapped the contract in front of the robot: "It has been foreshadowed, ask the next owner of Xianlu."
The contract is obviously different from before. There are many more lines on the paper, and the name of Xingqiao has also been hidden.
Before Chuzheng, I felt that something was wrong.
Star Bridge is too young, and the color of the flame he used before was wrong.