Burning fire

Chapter 41 "That's who has a heart."

...Why did this person pop up all of a sudden?

Zhou Qizun was startled on the spot for several seconds, feeling his face twitch physiologically.

He hung up the phone, walked up to Zhang Jueming in two steps, and asked, "Actually, you know how to be invisible?"

"...What?" Zhang Jueming was stunned.

Zhou Qizun said bluntly: "Otherwise, why did you suddenly appear? I saw it when I was waiting for the red light, and there was clearly no one on the other side."

There is something out of his control.This feels very bad, Zhou Qizun was born to hate being passive.

Looking at a slightly irritable face opposite, Zhang Jueming suddenly twitched the corners of his mouth slightly. He lowered his chin slightly and said obediently, "I won't hide myself."

Zhou Qizun: "..."

He really has never met anyone more capable than Zhang Jueming.Zhou Qizun was arrogant and domineering when he was young, and he has matured in recent years, but the situation is easy to change, so he is still not a good thing.With his temper and stinky mouth, there are many people who choke him, but this is the first time he has met Zhang Jueming, honest, soft and glutinous... This bastard is a big piece of glutinous rice Cake, swallowed in one gulp, is more annoying than rough stones.

Zhou Qizun's eyeballs hurt seeing Zhang Jueming's cute appearance, and couldn't bear to curse in a low voice: "Big glutinous rice cake."

"...Glutinous rice cake?" Zhang Jueming didn't understand, and asked honestly.

"It's nothing." Zhou Qizun sighed, turned his head and left, "This is not a place to talk, let's go further away."

Zhang Jueming followed behind and leaned in front of Zhou Qizun: "...If you are hungry, let's find a place to eat?"

"..." Zhou Qizun pondered as he walked, before he took a few steps, he suddenly turned his face and said to Zhang Jueming very seriously, "You go home with me first."

"Boom".Zhang Jueming's heart slipped in his chest: "...go home with you?"

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Shengshi Avenue, the gate of Qingsi Fayi.

Zhang Jueming bumped into a teenage boy, and the bag of oranges in his hand was scattered all over the ground.

"I'm sorry, I'll pick it up for you." Zhang Jueming quickly squatted down and picked up the oranges one by one.

The plastic bag containing the oranges was torn, but fortunately there were not many oranges, and the boy could hold them all in his arms.

"It's okay, I'll just pick it up." The boy squatted opposite Zhang Jueming.

Despite wearing a coat, Zhang Jueming could still see his thinness.This little boy has no flesh on his body, his complexion is pale, most of the collagen on his face has been inactivated, his eye sockets are slightly sunken, and his whole face is lifeless.

Zhang Jueming stared at him carefully, and suddenly saw a light spot on the side of his neck, Zhang Jueming frowned, the light spot disappeared again.

Zhang Jueming breathed a sigh of relief, there should have been mottled shadows passing by just now.

Zhang Jueming put the last two oranges into the boy's arms: "I'm really sorry."

"It's okay." The boy smiled at him, turned and left.

Seeing the young boy walking away and finally disappearing around the corner of the building, Zhang Jueming turned around and headed in another direction.

Zhang Jueming found Zhou Qizun behind a telephone pole.Zhou Qizun leaned sideways on the telegraph pole, with his left leg completely under his weight, and he looked a little sloppy.But his eyes are sharp, and those eyes make people think of lurking tigers and leopards, ready to go.

"How is it?" Seeing Zhang Jueming approaching, Zhou Qizun asked immediately.

"I didn't find anything wrong with him." Zhang Jueming touched the longevity bell in his pocket, but the longevity bell didn't move.

"Are you sure?" Zhou Qizun asked again worriedly.

"Well." Zhang Jueming said, "This matter should not be directly related to him, so don't worry."

Zhou Qizun breathed a sigh of relief—fortunately, Duan Ziyang was not implicated.

Zhang Jueming walked across to Zhou Qizun, with two protruding shoulder blades on his back against the wall.

The two stood facing each other, and both were silent for a moment.

It's not the fault of Zhou Qizun's nonsense nonsense, it's only Zhang Jueming's own mind that is not right, which only arouses throbbing.

Zhou Qizun pinched, at this time, Duan Ziyang would probably go to the market to help his mother buy things.It was also a coincidence that Zhang Jueming ran into him as soon as he came.

Earlier Zhou Qizun said that he would take Zhang Jueming "home", but in fact he just wanted Zhang Jueming to come over and have a look at Duan Ziyang, to confirm Duan Ziyang's safety and to add insurance.

Yeah, that's all.Zhang Jueming will not be able to reach the word "go home" in his life.That's reasonable.

"It's so strange." Zhou Qizun lowered his face and murmured, "What's going on here?"

"Can the dead really give dreams to the living?" Zhou Qizun stared at Zhang Jueming and asked him.

Zhang Jueming opened his lips slightly, thought to himself several times, and for a while didn't know how to respond to Zhou Qizun better.

Most people dream about dead relatives or friends only because of subconscious thoughts.

As for the saying of "ghosts holding dreams", it is really nonsense.Yin and Yang have different paths, and ghosts have things to do in the underworld. They go to the Hall of Yama to ask about their merits and demerits during their lifetime.

Ghosts have no skill, let alone ability, to mix with the dreams of living people.Unless it is an evil ghost who does not enter reincarnation.

Although Jiang Liu died miserably, his soul has not deteriorated to commit any crimes. He has already been taken away by ghost messengers, waiting to be reincarnated. ——This is what Zhang Jueming used a ray of karma to ask Yan Luodian earlier, and there must be no mistake.

In this way, Jin Mingyu's dream must have been tampered with.And the instigator must be that five-fingered claw - Zhou Qizun's enemy.

The enemy is in the dark and we are clear, Zhang Jueming is careful, some things cannot be hidden from Zhou Qizun after all.Zhou Qizun is not only meticulous and meticulous, but also has a temper... This person is very disobedient, and he might be self-defeating.

"I'm asking you, what happened to Jiang Liu's dream?" Seeing Zhang Jueming's silence, Zhou Qizun narrowed his eyes and urged him.

Zhang Jueming sighed: "There is no basis for the theory that ghosts give dreams to living people."

"Sure enough." Zhou Qizun nodded, "That's because someone had a heart and made it up on purpose."

"Passing so much effort?" Zhou Qizun raised his eyebrows slightly, "What attempt?"

Zhang Jueming was dumb for a while: "I don't know."

"It doesn't make sense." Zhou Qizun pushed the sole of his left foot on the ground, his back was away from the telephone pole, and he stood up straight.His tone was cold and indifferent, "Don't say it's me who memorized a little this time, it's just bad luck that I was dragged into it."

Zhou Qizun often goes to the supermarket at Caishi Street to buy cigarettes.Even if he had no impression of Jiang Liu's necklace at first, Zhou Qizun was concerned about Jiang Liu's case, no matter whether Duan Ziyang reported it or not, there was always a chance to find out.

Taking a step back, even if there is no necklace, there are other clues, this is not a shocking unsolved case, the police can't eat vegetables, they will find Jin Mingyu sooner or later.From this point of view alone, "Jiang Liutuo's Dream" is not very clever.

Why "dream"?What is the purpose of going around this circle?

It wasn't that Zhou Qizun was murdered with paranoia, this shit was so weird that it was really incomprehensible.It was as if there was an invisible thread that insisted on pulling Zhou Qizun into this vicious circle.

Zhou Qizun didn't think he would have anything to do with monsters, let alone cause trouble, he didn't believe in those things before.

Zhang Jueming knew that with Zhou Qizun's shrewdness, the divergence must be very fast at this time.He only hoped that Zhou Qizun would not link this with the tragedy of the Zhou family.

Zhang Jueming said in a calm voice, "I will find out."

Zhou Qizun was vigilant all over, his eyes were like two sharp nails piercing into Zhang Jueming's body.

Zhou Qizun stared at Zhang Jueming for a while, then suddenly withdrew the spikes all over his body. He didn't have the slightest intention of being defensive, but smiled slightly, and even said easily: "Forget it. It's useless."

Zhou Qizun looked down at his watch: "What should we do next?"

"The police searched the river where the body sank. It seems that there is no bead you want in it." Zhou Qizun said.

Zhang Jueming didn't respond, instead he was silent for a moment, and suddenly said, "Don't worry about it."

"...What do you mean, you want me to get out first?" Zhou Qizun froze for a moment, then changed his face, and immediately became irritable, "But Jin Mingyu's dream is very strange."

Zhang Jueming: "I said, I will find out. If it is really related to you, I will give you an explanation."

"How Jiang Liu died, you now know." Zhang Jueming looked at Zhou Qizun rightly, "He was killed by Yang Liu, and the murderer has been punished."

Although the words were powerful, Zhang Jueming said them in a gentle and polite way, with reasons and evidence, which made it impossible for Zhou Qizun to refute: "Thank you for your help today, but from now on, it is not suitable for you to intervene."

Zhang Jueming: "Remember to take the evil spirit transformation talisman I gave you with you. You can contact me anytime if you need anything."

"You..." Zhou Qizun stared at that pretty face, speechless.

There was a dark fire under his belly, but it couldn't burn.This is not crossing rivers and tearing down bridges, turning faces and denying people.Zhang Jueming is right.

They had too few clues, only from Jin Mingyu's dream, they couldn't find any basis.But Zhou Qizun is a mere mortal, he has no ability to deal with evil spirits and crooked ways, and he doesn't even have the capital to make peace with him, so he should give up.

After a long time, Zhou Qizun turned around and walked forward.He left Zhang Jueming with a back, and waved: "Got it."

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"Jade, is this okay?"

When Zhou Qizun walked away, Zhou Yi's worried voice came from the longevity bell: "My brother must have become suspicious."

"I know."

At that time, the sun was shining brightly, Zhang Jueming stood in a corner, stepping on his own shadow.

Zhang Jueming put his hand in his pocket, rubbing the longevity bell with his fingertips: "If I can't hide it from him in the end, I only hope that the day he knows the truth, everything will be settled."

Zhou Yi: "What do you mean?"

"Let's take one step at a time. At least I have to figure out what that evil claw wants to do with the holy object." The white jade bell was cold, and Zhang Jueming's fingertips were also cold, unable to rub the temperature.

Zhang Jueming: "Also, the other party sent word that they wanted us to avenge and pay off the debt. I always thought that your family was murdered eight years ago because of Qilin's blood, but now it seems that it is not that simple at all."

"Cassy, ​​I'm afraid." Zhou Yi's voice was particularly weak.

Zhang Jueming paused with his hands in his pockets.He looked up at the sky.

In the afternoon of early spring, the sky is exquisitely blue, the blue is profound and pure, so perfect that people dare not move.The sun was so bright that I couldn't keep my eyes open.

"I'm afraid too." Zhang Jueming said inwardly.

But as long as the blood of the mountain ghost is still flowing on him, as long as he is still alive...

"Don't think too much." Zhang Jueming said to Zhou Yi, "I'm here."

It doesn't matter if he is stubborn, or he is brave.He wants to go through the eye of a needle and go through fire and water. (Note)

The abyss of hell, let him fall deeper and deeper.He only wanted Zhou Qizun to stand in the sun.Then he squeezed all the strength out of his body and raised his head, looking at it from a distance, blinded by the light.Just like their first meeting.With just one glance, his spirit was gone.

The author says:

"He can make me go through the eye of a needle, and he can also make me go through fire and water." - General Dawangmu's evaluation of Napoleon in "The Crowd"