"Not going to play?"

Faced with the girl's question,

Zhou Ze was speechless.

This kind of thing should be a matter of mutual consent, or a clear transaction of money and goods. He had never heard of it being forced.

You're awesome,

You can cross the boundary,

You can come from next door to my yard,

But even if you're more awesome,

To put it mildly,

The way you're torn apart right now, even if I was just being coy and refusing, I wouldn't be willing now.

Boss Zhou rubbed his forehead, feeling a little saddened.

But the girl was obviously extremely angry. At this moment, the bloody water in the hot spring pool actually overflowed. At the same time, the broken parts of the girl's body were slowly assembling themselves.

Okay,

The body is assembled,

It can be used.

Is that what you mean?

Isn't it all the same with the lights off?

Isn't the most you'll hear, "You're lying on my hair?"

Chinese parents have always taught their children that it's wrong to be picky eaters. You should think about how hard ancient farmers worked to grow food, and in the end, they didn't even have money to marry a wife and had to remain bachelors.

Boss Zhou wanted to follow his heart. If following his heart could solve the trouble in front of him, it would be best not to resort to violence. After all, from the girl's point of view, she had already taken the initiative. If you, as a man, refuse for any reason, you will always be looked down upon.

But looking at the assembled girl, the broken and rejoined parts of her body had obvious raised blood marks, and there were dense blood-colored lines around them, like a painting embroidered by Li Kui, which was really a terrible sight, purely the visual of a pieced-together doll.

I'm sorry,

I refuse.

Zhou Ze stood in place, watching the girl approach him step by step. Zhou Ze's fingernails slowly grew out.

Then,

The woman approached him,

The surrounding blood water instantly rushed towards Zhou Ze like boiling water, truly a grand spectacle.

Zhou Ze opened his arms, and his nails swept to both sides, and the blood water separated directly. The girl's body was also divided into two halves in this instant. The poor girl was like a piece of plasticine, having just managed to assemble herself with great difficulty, but was ruthlessly destroyed by Zhou Ze.

If I can't do anything about this glass, can't I do anything about you?

The girl split into two halves began to squirm, as if about to reassemble.

Zhou Ze didn't waste any words. His nails continued to cut down, like cutting vegetables, directly splitting the girl again. On the principle that he wasn't that much of a beast, Zhou Ze picked up the two halves of the girl's head, turned around, and walked directly into the living room.

Perhaps,

The girl was also shocked,

Such a stunning entrance, such a sharp declaration,

In the end,

She was like a dish delivered to the door,

Really cut by Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze placed the girl's head on the coffee table and lit a cigarette. Honestly, with Zhou Ze's current strength and status, solving a small female ghost could no longer stimulate the slightest sense of爽 (shuang - gratification) in him.

But there were some questions that Zhou Ze had to ask her, and most importantly,

How could he get out of this damned mirror world.

After the two halves of the girl's head were put together, they began to slowly merge. The headless body outside the living room also began to condense again. The headless body wandered around outside the living room, as if wanting to come in, but was a little afraid.

After the girl's head was restored, it sat upright on the coffee table, continuing to stare at Zhou Ze, but the anger in her eyes was much reduced, replaced by a kind of dread.

As the saying goes, a pitiful person must have hateful aspects. Ghosts are the same.

Boss Zhou had seen countless ghosts and heard many ghost stories. He could more or less guess some of the girl's experiences in life.

Raped,

And dismembered,

Finally trapped here and turned into a dead soul in the mirror, it should be about right.

She desperately scrubbed her body, wanting to get some psychological suggestion and comfort from this action, to make herself feel that her body was still clean.

A pitiful Japanese girl,

This kind of pity knows no borders.

But ghosts are the product of this kind of extreme. In fact, people who are too indifferent are not qualified to stay in the yang world as ghosts. Those salted fish who are Buddhist their whole lives and then die all obediently line up on the road to the Yellow Springs and walk forward.

From the perspective of the ghost messengers, the ghosts who can stay in the yang world are basically thorns, belonging to the children in the class who don't listen and like to contradict the teacher.

So, when the girl vents her anger on herself, it's impossible to reason with her. She simply won't listen.

The last time he encountered the vengeful sea serpent, including many other things, Zhou Ze had indeed encountered many亡魂 (wang hun - wandering souls) with "grievances and injustices," but if Zhou Ze didn't have fingernails and wasn't a ghost messenger, perhaps Zhou Ze simply wouldn't have the qualifications to pity them, and would only be reduced to a victim of their angry emotions.

"They weren't released by me. In fact, I don't even know why I was pulled into this place."

Zhou Ze exhaled a smoke ring at the girl and continued:

"I said, I can help you take revenge, provided that you tell me the secrets of this place, and how to leave this damn place."

The girl continued to look at Zhou Ze with hatred. Zhou Ze didn't pay much attention and continued to smoke.

Just wait.

After about a quarter of an hour, the woman's headless body outside slowly sat down. She hugged her knees with both hands, leaned against the floor-to-ceiling window outside the living room, looking very lonely.

And in the girl's eyes, there was no longer the light of anger, but a string of tears flowed down.

Zhou Ze took out a tissue from the coffee table and wiped it for her, while comforting her:

"Don't cry. If you cry and mess up your face, you won't be pretty.

I, Xu Qinglang,

Will feel bad."

So, it's very necessary to report the name of your good friend when you go out to do shady things.

For example, when secretly watching a girl take a bath,

For example, when you have just cut the girl up like a dish and then wipe her tears pretending to be sympathetic,

For example, when the technician gives you a form to write a review and leave your signature after completing the "Ice Water Tenderness" project in the club,

In these cases,

It is very unwise to leave your own name.

"They... have already left."

The girl choked.

"How many people?" Zhou Ze asked.

"Three, three people."

"Oh." Zhou Ze nodded, "Then, how did they die?"

If the girl was killed by those three people, then how did these three people die?

It's impossible for the murdered girl to immediately turn into a fierce ghost and successfully take revenge, right?

If the revenge was successful, she wouldn't still have such a big resentment.

"They were chosen by the devil." A trace of confusion flashed in the girl's eyes, "They were chosen by the devil..."

"You can be more specific. We're not writing poetry," Zhou Ze reminded.

"It's the devil, it's the devil, it's the devil!!!"

"Okay, it's the devil, it's the devil." Zhou Ze was a little helpless, "Is there anything else? It's best to tell me in detail what happened to you and what you encountered afterwards."

Zhou Ze reached out and took out his ghost messenger certificate, handed it to the girl, and waved it in front of her.

"You can think of me as a policeman."

The girl's eyes began to search around.

Zhou Ze also looked around and asked, "What's wrong?"

"This is a place shrouded in mirrors, and mirrors can not only reflect the present, but also remember the past."

"How to see it?"

The tears in the corners of the girl's eyes continued to drip down, but this time the tears that fell evaporated in mid-air before they fell, creating a hazy halo of color, and even the surrounding glass reflected strange light.

It was like sitting in a movie theater. Everything around was covered with a layer of white dust, dyed with an unreal haze.

What surprised Zhou Ze the most was that he could still hear sounds. What the mirror recorded here was not just the picture.

On the sofa in front of Zhou Ze, sat a man with a buzz cut, less than thirty years old, sitting there smoking a cigarette, with his feet propped up on the coffee table.

This is an image, recording what happened in the past.

With a "clang,"

The door was slammed shut,

Two more men walked in. These two men looked younger, probably only twenty-five or six years old. They were holding two large plastic bags. One was wearing a baseball cap, and the other had long hair with an artistic air.

The baseball cap and the long-haired man sat down opposite the buzz-cut man. The two put their things beside them.

The baseball cap pointed at the buzz-cut man who was smoking silently opposite him and smiled at the long-haired man beside him:

"What did I say before? His home team lost today, and he must be in a bad mood now and angry by himself, hahaha..."

"Laugh your mother, laugh, laugh, all you know is laugh!

We could have won against the Jiangsu team today, damn it!

Their Nanjing home field is just weird today. As a result, we hit a few goalposts, and they just kicked it in randomly. It's just infuriating."

The buzz-cut man pointed directly at the baseball cap and cursed. Obviously, he was indeed in a very bad mood.

"It's just that the team lost the game. What's the big deal? Real Madrid and Barcelona also lose games, right?"

The baseball cap didn't care, then he opened the bag, "Come, come, let's start our party. I brought the drinks too."

The bag contained clothes. The baseball cap took them out and handed a set to the buzz-cut man in front of him.

The buzz-cut man took the clothes, and all three began to change their clothes.

These three sets of clothes were Japanese military uniforms. Influenced by various anti-Japanese war films, the Chinese people were simply too familiar with this set of clothes.

The buzz-cut man straightened his collar and looked in the mirror, looking very satisfied.