When Song Jing went out and the door closed, Jian Nuo's eyes became more interesting.

She slowly walked to Zhuo Yuanzhi's bed and slowly picked up a pillow in the other party's horrified eyes.

She was originally a puppet and couldn't smell the human scent, but as she watched Zhuo Yuanzhi struggle to death, her eyes became more and more interesting.

Zhuo Yuanzhi himself is a skeleton, and no matter how hard he struggles, he can't go anywhere, and he is almost powerless for the sake of heaven.

He watched the white pillow slowly covering his face.

He almost didn't exert much force, and he heard Zhuo Yuanzhi's muffled groan. His body could hardly withstand the toss and no strong pressure was needed, and he quickly lost his life.

Jian Nuo hooked her lips: "I've stood in the wrong line."

After saying these words, Zhuo Yuanzhi, who was under his command, became completely quiet.

Perhaps I didn't expect to die directly, and Zhuo Yuanzhi's room did not even have the instrument to monitor the dynamics of life.

Jian Nuo raised her eyes slightly, and the monitor hanging in four corners in the room made a slight electric current, as if it was broken.

Until there was no sound, Jian Nuo placed the pillow next to it and made the folds as flat as when he came in.

Two minutes later, Song Jing opened the door and said, "I called the police."

Jian Nuo smiled and said, "Will the police accept it?"

"This is a cult, a big incident!"

Song Jing had never seen such a talisman. She thought it was a cult in her heart. In addition, she was half threatened when she came, so she would be fine.

When she walked to the bed, she saw Zhuo Yuanzhi's eyes were already wide open, and her turbid eyes had lost the focal length they should have. She was shocked: "Why does he look like he is dead?"

Jian Nuo said: "I haven't breathed anymore, maybe I'm stimulating, and he's just lingering in the air."

Jian Nuo said it normally, and Song Jing didn't expect it, "I've been able to hold on until now, and my psychological quality is so fragile?"

Song Jing did not kill or beat anyone, but just solved the problem of a few bodyguards. Could it be that Zhuo Yuanzhi could not hold on when he saw the plan failed?

However, he had already exhausted the oil lamp, and it was not surprising that he died suddenly due to strong stimulation.

Song Jing sighed. It was not the first time that the dead man had seen him, but he had no sympathy for this person, and he was not worthy of being sympathetic.

For the first time, there was a strong hatred: "He died so cheaply."

Although he struggled for a while before his death, it was not an exaggeration to cut him into pieces compared to what he did.

She didn't want to see this person again, and with the stinking smell in the room, she quickly retreated out.

Lao Yao was still confused at first, but when he saw that Song Jing had settled everything, he breathed a sigh of relief and quickly contacted the medical staff there and notified the person to come over.

After all, Zhuo Yuanzhi was dead, and the remaining bodyguards were dealt with by Song Jing. There was no one else on the corridor here, and they were Zhuo Yuanzhi's private care room.

His biggest mistake was that he didn't expect that Song Jing could pick a few at a time.

When the medical staff came over in panic and shocked, the police arrived almost at the same time in the Di Nanchao and the police arrived.

The Imperial and Southern Dynasties often handled unnatural events and had an open identity. They often contacted the police station. After a few conversations between the two sides, the police did not look for Song Jing alone, so the Imperial and Southern Dynasties found Song Jing to talk.

Seeing that there was a busy work in the ward, someone carried Zhuo Lunyuan away for rescue, Di Nanchao paused: "Made it by Jian Nuo?"

Song Jing widened her eyes: "Of course it's me!"
Chapter completed!