Panguan

There are some temporary shops and stalls near the escalator on the second floor. When I heard about it, I used these things to walk around a few times and took a look behind me.

The woman who was more than ten meters away just now was less than three steps away from him now!

Two groups of black ink-like eyes are even more creepy when viewed up close.

When I smelled it, the thin thread used to open the door was still wrapped around my finger. In fact, it was not very good to attack the cage owner as soon as he entered the cage, but he still swung his hands behind him.

There was a trash can at the corner, and he wanted to throw it over as an obstacle. As a result, I heard several ding bells and palm trees when I landed.

He couldn't help but look back and saw the trash can falling to the ground along with the simple counter of the temporary store, causing the woman to stumble a few times.

Why did the counter fall down? Wen Shi muttered.

I didn't pay attention. It seemed like it was hit by a trash can. Xie Wen patted his shoulder lightly and said, Don't be distracted and run quickly.

When hearing it: ...

If it weren't for his good intentions, this bastard who talks so loudly but doesn't hurt his back would have been thrown to fight ghosts.

Xie Wen urged me, but when I heard that I didn't pay attention to the route, I actually went up the escalator to the third floor again. It's like being driven by a woman in a big circle, and then back to the starting point...

I don't know if she did it on purpose or accidentally.

Wenshi glanced around, trying to think of a way to get away. Suddenly I heard someone in front of me whisper: Come over here!

When I heard it, I subconsciously thought it was Xia Qiao.

Following the sound, he found that the scroll door of a shop on the left was half open. In desperation, he leaned in without thinking.

The woman's footsteps followed closely behind.

The next second, the scroll door made a clatter sound and was pulled to the end and closed.

The woman seemed unhappy and slapped the door hard several times.

After a few minutes, she finally left with shuffling steps, seemingly going to a nearby shop.

Wen Shi stood up straight and turned his head to take a look.

He originally expected to see the model possessed by Xia Qiao, but instead he found seven or eight strange men and women squatting or standing huddled in the back of the store, staring at him with frightened and innocent eyes, unblinking.

It was no different than seeing a ghost.

What's going on? Wen Shi subconsciously said it.

This cage is a bit troublesome. Many people have been trapped here. They have been trapped here for many days, someone explained.

This voice sounds familiar.

When he heard this, he turned around and realized that the person speaking was Zhang Biling.

There was a teenage boy squatting next to her. His nose was not a nose, and his eyes were not eyes.

It was her naughty son who said he would not die a good death.

Why are you here? Wen Shi asked, but the next second he remembered, Did you hold the umbrella?

Zhang Biling felt a little embarrassed. She smiled bitterly, patted her son Xiong's head and said, My son broke in by mistake a few days ago, so...

No wonder she said before that she couldn't go to see Shen Qiao off because she had something to do.

Wenshi nodded and asked, Did I hear Xia Qiao's voice just now?

Ah, yes. Zhang Biling said, He called you just now. I was afraid that if someone else called you, you would be wary and not come in.

Where are the others? Wenshi looked around.

Here's my brother. Xia Qiao's voice was lifeless, and he felt tortured when he heard it.

When I heard it, I turned my face following the sound...

I saw the row of things on the wall.

How should I put it? It’s pretty much the same, it’s also a kind of mannequin. It's the kind that's only available in jeans stores. It's just the legs and can't move.

After all, if it could move, it would hit the crotch directly.

Xia Qiao just stood there with his legs crossed and asked sadly: Brother Wen, where is Boss Xie?

When Wen Shi said: ...I will carry it on my back.

Xia Qiao was stunned.

Xie Wen shook on his back, his voice muffled in his chest, and he laughed for a while.

He lowered his head and said in a voice that could only be heard when he was smelling it: It's such a good technique, it's a pity that it has been lost. Please teach me when you have time.

When hearing it: ...

Are you going to die?

Chapter 19 Posthumous Photo

You two can work together. Isn't he one less person when he comes in? A rough drake voice suddenly interrupted.

When he heard about it, he saw that it was Zhang Biling's naughty son. His name was on Shen Qiao's condolence list: Zhou Xu.

The name is a good one, but people are a bit picky about it.

Why don't you interrupt me if I ask you? Zhang Biling pushed him and hurriedly smoothed over Wen Shi: Possessed humanoid models are prone to this kind of situation. It's common, so don't be surprised.

Zhou Xu sneered: Who said that? My aunt is not like that.

Zhang Biling glared at him: Your aunt, your aunt, you remember to use your aunt to chew the cowhide every day. How old was Zhang Lan when she started rushing into the cage? Can it be the same?

When I heard about it, I rarely paid attention to other families, and I didn't know many living people on the family tree. He listened silently for a while and then asked the person on his back: Who is Zhang Lan?

Before Xie Wen could say anything, Zhou Xu was startled first, but his ears were sharp: You don't know?

Wen Shi: I should know?

Zhou Xu: The one at the top of the famous chart! Why don't you know her?

I know the ancestors of your aunt's family.

Not a curse, I really know each other.

When I heard it, my heart said.

You're almost done! Zhang Biling was

The son was so embarrassed that he pushed him behind his back and said to Wen Shi: When he was a child, Zhang Lan... his aunt took him to live with me for a few years. He was very close to her, so he always talked about her. Don’t be familiar with him.”