"What should we do now?"

Zhou Jing had a look of helplessness on her face. It was getting dark again, and people were ignoring her. She was really being hot-faced and cold-hearted.

"Have you eaten?"

Wang Zun looked over and Zhou Jing shook her head gently.

"Let's eat. Only by eating and drinking enough will we have the strength to work!"

Wang Zun shrugged, opened the room next door, turned on the light and shouted, "Fuck you!"

This room seems to have been specially tidied up. There is only one bed, a big pink and ambiguous bed!

A table and a bed, but nothing else.

Anyway, it’s just for one night, so it doesn’t need to be too complicated. But, what does this big pink bed mean?

The two of them looked at the bed inside and felt a little embarrassed.

Wang Zun was still awesome, as if he didn't see anything, he moved the table to the bedside, opened the wine, and handed it to Zhou Jing.

Um?

Zhou Jing's eyes are filled with questions, what do they mean?

"One bottle per person, don't waste it!"

Wang Zun raised his eyebrows. He originally wanted to get Song Ci drunk so that he could ask some questions.

Unexpectedly, people seemed to see through his mind and did not give him this chance at all.

Don’t waste the things you bought because you just didn’t have a meal.

"I don't drink during working hours!"

Zhou Jing shook her head. She was not interested in wine. As a policeman and a woman who loves beauty, wine was out of bounds.

"Come on, you have a day off today. Besides, what kind of place is this? If you don't take a few sips of wine, I'm afraid you won't have the energy to work!"

Wang Zun really has no other intentions. Drunkness makes people timid. A few sips is a good thing!

"Uh, okay, I'll just drink a little..."

Zhou Jing still gave in, all because of Wang Zun's words, this is a crematorium. She didn't want to be frightened and fainted like last time. She drank a few sips of wine to build up her courage and dared to recite poetry against Brother Li Gui!

After closing the door, the two of them moved to the left and the other without being polite. We were all considered acquaintances, so there was no need to act coy.

"What are you going to do?"

Only then did Zhou Jing realize that she had no idea what Wang Zun wanted to do, so why did she have to spend the night here?

The body was missing last night. What else can we find if we come today?

"You'll find out later and you'll have a great night!"

Um?

Why does this sound weird?

At first, Zhou Jing just took a few sips, but later on, Wang Zun was speechless.

I don’t know if it was because of the alcohol or because she completely let go of her nature. Zhou Jing went from being tight at the beginning to being carefree at the end, drinking like crazy!

Sometimes I talk about East things, sometimes I ask about Western things, sometimes I have emotional problems, sometimes I have father-daughter problems, sometimes I have work problems...

People are like this, they don't dare to try some things, and they preconceptionally think that something is bad, but once they start, they are out of control.

Just like Zhou Jing now, she has completely let herself go, her face is red, her eyes are lowered, and she is talking nonsense.

Wang Zun only drank a third of the wine, and Zhou Jing grabbed the rest and blew directly into the bottle. This is white wine, my God!

Originally, Wang Zun wanted to stop Zhou Jing, but after thinking about it, it was actually quite good to let Zhou Jing drink it to pieces. At least he didn't have to stand in her way or take care of her!

While Wang Zun was chatting with Zhou Jing's words, he listened carefully to Song Ci's movements next door.

But Song Ci seemed to have really fallen asleep and didn't make any sound.

Zhou Jing was obviously drunk, banging on the table and yelling, but Song Ci didn't react at all?

This is very abnormal, okay?

At about ten o'clock, Zhou Jing finally stopped, fell on the bed and fell asleep, shouting something in her sleep from time to time.

What made Wang Zun ashamed was that the drunk Zhou Jing insisted on taking off her clothes, but Wang Zun had to stop him with great difficulty.

Damn it, if I really take it off, I won’t be able to clean myself by jumping into the Yellow River tomorrow.

Half past ten!

Zhou Jing was already fast asleep on the bed. Wang Zun covered him with a quilt and sat on the edge of the bed, motionless.

very quiet!

All places are quiet.

There was no sound in the factory area, and no sound came from Song Ci's room next door.

Song Ci entered the room at around seven o'clock and never came out, and she didn't make any sound.

Wang Zun even doubted whether Song Ci died in the room, although it was not a good idea to think so and was very disrespectful.

But it’s also true and makes people doubt it!

Wang Zun leaned on the bed and closed his eyes to rest. He only drank a little wine, two glasses at most, which was harmless to him.

I don't know if it was because of drinking or because he was motionless with his eyes closed, but Wang Zun fell asleep in a daze.

When he opened his eyes again, it was Xiaoling who opened his eyes.

Xiao Ling looked at Wang Zun helplessly, feeling as if he hated iron for not being able to become steel.

Well!

Wang Zun patted his head and felt a little embarrassed. It was the first time he fell asleep during a task. It was unprofessional!

However, the task was to let him spend the night in the crematorium, but he was not asked to do anything!

Um?

After waking up, Wang Zun suddenly felt that something was wrong around him. The lights went out at some point, and the temperature in the room dropped a lot. The wind seemed to be blowing outside the room, causing the debris in the corridor to make some noises.

Zhou Jing was still sleeping, and Wang Zun paid no attention to her, but was concerned about whether Song Ci next door was still there.

I looked at the time, it was 0:40 in the morning!

Wang Zun looked towards the door. This sight made him startled.

Outside the frosted glass wall, I don’t know when a figure appeared.

The figure was standing outside the window. He seemed very tall. He didn't know how long he had been here, but he didn't move at all.

Fierce ghost!

Wang Zun keenly realized that the other party was a ghost.

Just when Wang Zun thought that the other party was coming to find him, the ghost moved and quietly went to the next door.

Next!

There was an extremely harsh scratching sound.

The ghost seemed to be scratching the door of Song Ci's room with its fingers, accompanied by a loud and rapid breathing sound.

Um?

Wang Zun feels that he has been treated rudely. We are all human beings. Why do you go to others instead of me?

This makes people a little unhappy!

The ghost scratched for about three minutes, and then hit it with its fist, making a loud banging sound.

"Come out...come out...come out...come out..."

The ghost spit out a hoarse and cold voice, angry and unwilling, and more of a resentment!

"Give it back to you, give it back to me, give it back to me..."

The ghost screamed and banged on the door with all its strength, as if it was filled with deep hatred.

give me back?

What else can I give you?

What shady things did Song Ci do?

Before this ghost left, Wang Zun heard another voice.

A heavy footstep sounded from the direction of the stairs.

The speed is not very fast, but it is definitely coming in this direction.

Wang Zun kept his expression unchanged and stared at the window. After a while, another ghost appeared outside the window. It looked like an old lady.

She continued walking forward and arrived at the door of Song Ci's room, joining the ranks of those who smashed the door.
To be continued...