Welcome to the world of strange dreams

Chapter 39 This conspicuous bag

When Fu Minghui woke up, he found himself lying on the table.

The clothes on my arms were all wet, and I was crying so hard.

"Little sister, what's wrong with you?" A familiar voice sounded in the air.

Fu Minghui wiped his face and found that his palms were full of tears.

At this time Luo Zhao came out of the border.

As soon as he woke up, the scene suddenly became quiet.

Fu Minghui looked at the old bastard opposite and saw that his brows were furrowed and he had a look of extreme pain on his face.

It's that kind of facial muscles that are all twisted, fear and despair are like invisible threads, sewing them together tightly and absolutely not allowed to stretch out.

This made his whole body seem to be glued together, his skin and flesh melting together with invisible fire, and the pain piled up and piled up.

The body is in the human world, but the soul is in the depths of hell.

"What's going on with him?" Fu Minghui couldn't help asking.

The resentful spirits in the fire accident have all left. In Luo Zhao's words, all the negative energy has dissipated. His cleaning mission in the border has been completed, but why doesn't this old bastard wake up?
  "Although as far as the border is concerned, he is also a foreign object and must be removed. But..." Luo Zhao said with an unchanging expression, "It doesn't matter if we let him stay for a few more days."

A flash of happiness flashed through Fu Minghui's heart, and he suddenly felt that Luo Zhao was actually quite good.

After all, it’s not that rigid…

"But if those innocent people are gone, the feeling of burning and being buried in the ground will disappear, right?" Fu Minghui still felt a little regretful. It was too easy for him to get rid of them so easily.

"Then will he lose it?"

"It has a position." Luo Zhao said concisely and to the point.

He glanced at the old bastard again, and a sneer emerged from the corner of his lips, "Although there is no fire or burial alive, he will always be in darkness and chaos and cannot find a way out."

Fu Minghui imagined it, and the pleasure in his heart increased.

Without the sense of time and space, everything is nothingness and loneliness, which is also hell.

Such evil people should be locked up in the depths of hell and never be reincarnated.

Lock him up for a few more days, and when he is released from the boundary, he will have to shed his skin even if he is not crazy.

And is this over?

No! He will be punished by law.

If the death penalty is applied, the soul after death will still be punished more cruelly.

Fu Minghui even began to happily imagine: Should this old bastard be fried in a frying pan, ground in a stone mill, or pestled with podophyllum...

"Your work is done, I'll take you back." Luo Zhao drove them away directly.

Fu Minghui didn't want to leave, but he didn't know why he was lingering.

So I had to stand up, waved in the direction of the camera, and said goodbye. Then Luo Zhao put on the helmet, pulled his arm, and left.

Although I have claustrophobia, it was my second time after all. Once I got used to it, I felt less nervous, and the time on the road didn’t seem particularly long.

But when she arrived at the door of her home, she took off her helmet and found that the sky was still dark, obviously it was not yet dawn.

"Shall I treat you to a midnight snack?" The car door was halfway open and one foot had already stepped on it, but she turned around and said.

"Don't you dare go upstairs by yourself?" Luo Zhao raised his eyebrows.

Oh, this man, is it necessary to expose her?

So unmannered.

"When do you think a person's head is counted from when?" she said in a nonchalant manner.

If it were from the day of her death, the old lady on the 19th floor would have passed 57 and 77.

If we count it from the time of discovery, it is still far away, and the soul has not left yet...

She prefers the second one, feeling that real death will come only when death is known and recognized. Otherwise, what happened to the wandering souls before?
  "If you're afraid, just say you're afraid." Luo Zhao saw through Fu Minghui's little trick.

He still had a lot of aftermath to deal with, but thinking that it wouldn't take long to send her up, he felt soft and got out of the car.

The elevator did not stop when it passed the nineteenth floor, but Fu Minghui still subconsciously pulled off Luo Zhao's sleeves and shrank behind him.

Luo Zhao was very helpless.

He is so timid, but after entering the border, or after being cornered, he is so reckless and has such a split personality. Is he the same person?
  "My instant noodles are pretty good, and I also have canned food." Fu Minghui immediately said enthusiastically after entering the room.

Luo Zhao wanted to leave, but he was indeed a little hungry, so he nodded.

Fu Minghui quickly went to cook the noodles and said, "It's canned pork, not beef. My dad is a Taoist priest, so my family never eats beef."

The four Taoists do not eat: cows, mullet, wild geese, mullet, and dogs.

It represents loyalty, filial piety and justice.

"It will be all right."

As Luo Zhao said, he seemed to feel the laptop on the table flicker. But when he looked over, he didn't react, thinking he was dazzled.

Fu Minghui felt that this man had a good skin for nothing, but he was boring.

He has a cold personality and no preference.

The food is casual and the clothes are not brand-name.

But it’s very tasteful, and with the bonus of good looks and figure, it just looks good.

I wonder if he is really calm and calm, if he has any preferences, and what can make him moved and care about him?

As I was thinking about it, breakfast was ready.

It's nothing more than instant noodles, plus the official boiled eggs, canned luncheon meat instead of ham sausage, and a little pickle.

Luo Zhao eats elegantly, but very quickly and with a large appetite.

After eating, I said a sincere thank you and left again.

Fu Minghui stopped again, "Can you do me a favor?"

"In exchange for this late-night snack?" Luo Zhao half-turned around and looked down at the woman in front of him.

"I'm not so stingy." Fu Minghui snorted and straightened his expression, "I promised that firefighter, the one with a round face and tiger teeth. I promised to help him with something, but I didn't know Where is his hometown? I can't get this kind of information. You have to accompany me, or give me the address."

Luo Zhao hesitated before agreeing.

"He lives in another province, so prepare yourself and meet him at the airport at two o'clock tomorrow afternoon." He finally said.

Only then did Fu Minghui understand why he hesitated, because she didn't care, but to him, it was just a business trip, right? I don’t know where he belongs, but he is not as free as her.

After Luo Zhao left, Fu Minghui was sleepy and tired, but he didn't sleep. He waited for the sun to rise in the sky and went out when the yang energy was full.

She needed to prepare something. Although time was too tight, money could make all the difference, let alone people.

She has to be grateful to her parents for allowing her to be a good-for-nothing but having enough food and clothing, and being able to throw money at people from time to time. It's really not that convenient.

She didn't even have to buy her own ticket, she just showed up at the airport on time the next day.

Luo Zhao is already waiting there.

He was wearing a loose white shirt and light brown trousers that made his legs 2.8 meters long.

The aura is restrained and restrained.

But just sitting there casually, reading quietly with a book, I still couldn't lose sight of it.

Although he is clearly wandering in the darkness, he is as dazzling as the sun and is baptized by many eyes.

Especially the eyes of women.

Hum, this conspicuous bag!
  　As an aside, Taoists say that cows go to prison and dogs go to jail. Taoist disciples eating these two will be very harmful to their merits.

　　
  　
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