Bei Xiaofan stood drowsily, but every time her eyes were urged to close by the thick drowsiness, she would be awakened by the biting chill.

The air conditioner in this room was turned on too low and too low, it was so cold that Bei Xiaofan's naked//exposed skin was covered with goose bumps.Bei Xiaofan just stood there for a short while, his body was almost frozen into ice.

Not only was it cold, Bei Xiaofan was wearing a suit skirt that didn't fit very well, which made her especially uncomfortable.

Bei Xiaofan quietly raised his eyelids, looked at the few monks knocking on the wooden fish in the front, and gently moved his lips to ask her father beside him: "Dad, which relative died?I'm coming, you have to tell me who it is?"

Especially when Bei Xiaofan just started working yesterday, today was supposed to be the day she went to work the next day, but she was dragged here before dawn to express condolences to someone she didn't know at all.

Although death is the most important thing, Bei Xiaofan is more or less unhappy.

Bei's father scanned around and saw that no one was paying attention to them, so he explained to Bei Xiaofan in a low voice: "It's from your grandfather's side, and you don't know him after telling him, and five clothes have been released. Originally, we wereNo, I just heard that he didn't walk very well, and the only child didn't want to come, so we came to see him off for the last time."

"What kind of dishonorable method?" Bei Xiaofan was a little curious.

Bei's father spit out three words softly: "It's going to be windy."

Bei Xiaofan was taken aback, because she had heard other people mention the age of the deceased, how many years older than his father.

Such a way of dying is really not decent.

Listening to the rhythmic sound of the wooden fish and the ups and downs of the monks chanting sutras, Bei Xiaofan finally passed the most difficult stage.

Afterwards, she only needs to go up and offer flowers, bow, and finally stick a stick of incense, and then she can use the excuse of going to work to leave here.

Bei Xiaofan followed her father to the coffin, she first bowed to the coffin, then Bei Xiaofan straightened up and was about to place the chrysanthemum in her hand on the coffin.

But just as Bei Xiaofan got up, her gaze inadvertently swept across a corner of the mourning hall.

The whole person was startled suddenly, his hands and feet were cold.

Father Bei was about to go to the altar to offer incense, and suddenly felt that Bei Xiaofan hadn't followed for a long time.

He turned his head, and for some reason, Bei Xiaofan stood in a daze in front of the coffin with an expression of seeing a ghost, he couldn't help but gently tugged her: "What are you doing!"

Bei Xiaofan was not very afraid of ghosts, but in this kind of room where the air conditioner was turned on to the lowest temperature, even his breath felt chilly.

In addition, this is a mourning hall with a bit of a weird color, and the coffin in front of him made Bei Xiaofan immediately think of the plots of many Chinese-style horror movies.

Bei Xiaofan's teeth were chattering up and down.

She raised her hand slowly, pointing to the corner at the end of the mourning hall, her voice was so soft that she could hardly hear it: "Dad, you, look, what is that... is it a ghost..."

Father Bei looked in the direction of Bei Xiaofan's finger.

He didn't take it seriously at first, thinking that Bei Xiaofan was making a fuss.But when he saw it clearly, even Bei's father couldn't help shivering.

Just because in this solemn and solemn mourning hall, there was an extra woman in red at some point!

All kinds of theories, such as red clothes, fierce ghosts, revenge, and death, rushed into Father Bei's mind at this moment.

Fortunately, Father Bei is old and has seen a lot of things in the world.

When he calmed down and observed carefully, he found that the woman in red was not the kind of existence he had imagined.

The woman was wearing a red mid-length suit dress with a black belt around her waist.

The temperament is intellectual and elegant, and there is no horror as imagined at first glance.

She wore a retro black gauze hat on her head, covering the upper half of her face, so that people could not see her face clearly.

But she stood there quietly, like a budding orchid in the valley.

At least in terms of temperament, she really has nothing to do with ghosts.

The weird behavior of the father and daughter of the Bei family attracted the attention of other people in the mourning hall.

When the rest of the people in the mourning hall saw the woman in red in the corner, they were all suffocated in fright, and even timidly exclaimed directly, and hid behind several monks.

Although those few monks were also a little shocked, but fortunately they specialize in surgery, their reactions are somewhat stronger than ordinary people.

There is even a monk who is brave enough to go there.

At this time, the woman's red lips parted slightly: "Did I bother you? I came to express my condolences. I will leave after sending the flowers."

As soon as the woman's voice came out, the previous chill of everyone present in the mourning hall was swept away.

Her voice is beautiful, just listening to it like this, it seems that there is a sense of cleansing of the soul.

The tone of the monk who originally thought the woman was here to make trouble unconsciously softened a bit.

"Who are you? Do you know Mr. Yu?"

"My surname is Yu." Speaking of this, the woman suddenly chuckled softly, touching her heart, "My name is Yu Zhaozhao, and I am his... daughter."

Yu Zhaozhao?

The head monk recalled that the deceased Yu Dawei did have a daughter named Yu Zhaozhao, who was she?

Didn't Yu Dawei's daughter have a bad relationship with her father, so she didn't want to come to express condolences?

Why did you come here suddenly, and even dressed like this...

Hearing that it was the dead man's daughter, all the people present didn't know how to react.

They were not familiar with Yu Dawei, and as for Yu Dawei's daughter, they didn't remember much.

Hearing Yu Zhaozhao's self-introduction, Bei Xiaofan couldn't help admiring his eyes.

She is still the dead man's daughter?

Then, on the day of mourning the cremation, deliberately wearing a red dress?!What kind of enmity is this, what kind of resentment...

Bei Xiaofan did not draw conclusions on Yu Zhaozhao casually. Bei Xiaofan's work let her know that many people's housework is not as simple as it seems on the surface.

No matter how happy the family looks, there may be many hidden secrets behind it.

Seeing that no one spoke, Yu Zhaozhao stepped forward gracefully.

The high-heeled shoes under her feet stepped on the ground of the mourning hall, making a very crisp sound.

Bei Xiaofan looked over subconsciously, the red high heels were very eye-catching, and the pair of calves exposed during the walk were jade-like and clean.

Bei Xiaofan actually just looked at a woman's calf for a long time.

After Bei Xiaofan came back to his senses, even the roots of his ears turned red, and he felt that his previous blank expression seemed to be a pervert!

Just when Bei Xiaofan was feeling stupid, Yu Zhaozhao had already walked to her side.

First, a refreshing fragrance penetrated into Bei Xiaofan's nose, and then Bei Xiaofan turned his head for a while, and saw Yu Zhaozhao's exquisite side face under the black veil, and that slender, swan-likeneck.

A strand of jet-black hair stuck to Yun Zhaozhao's red lips, and she stretched out her jade-like fingers to stroke the strand behind her ear.

With such a simple move, all kinds of amorous feelings displayed directly rushed to Bei Xiaofan's face, and she was completely dumbfounded.

Yu Zhaozhao stared at the coffin for a while, then slightly hooked his red lips, and placed a bunch of flowers in his hand on top of the coffin.

Then, without any intention of bowing or offering incense, Yu Zhaozhao turned around and was about to leave.

No one dared to stop her.

Bei Xiaofan stared at the bouquet of flowers, which were not chrysanthemums commonly used in mourning, nor were they any other common flowers.The color of the flowers was a bit weird purple, and Bei Xiaofan didn't recognize it after looking at it for a long time.

She couldn't help the curiosity in her heart, and asked Yu Zhaozhao in a low voice, "What kind of flower is this?"

"Heavenly Fairy."

Yu Zhaozhao turned her back to the people in the mourning hall, she waved her hands casually, and walked out of the house without looking back, "Let's go."

fairy?Why send such a bouquet of flowers?

While the others were still immersed in the shock of Yu Zhaozhao's appearance, Bei Xiaofan quietly took out her mobile phone to check what Tianxianzi said, and was stunned again.

Tianxianzi's flower language is... the most poisonous thing.

Yu Zhaozhao walked out of the chilly room, picked up the umbrella he put outside, propped it up and walked into the rain.

The temperature outside was not even as low as inside, and the sudden change in temperature made Yu Zhaozhao couldn't help shaking: "Why do you turn on the air conditioner so low, it's too cold inside."

"By the way, why did she go to the funeral? Isn't her relationship with her father bad?"

When Yu Zhaozhao came to this world, she was already at the door of the funeral home.

It was only after asking the system that the location of the mourning hall was found, and then Chen Zhaozhao went in quietly and hid in a corner to check the memory of this world.

The system flipped through the plot and guessed: "It should be because she hates her father, so she deliberately wore a red dress and a bunch of celestial fairies."

Yu Zhaozhao wrinkled her nose. Although she didn't quite understand this psychology, she didn't make a judgment.

Yu Zhaozhao was walking in the empty alley, and the high heels under his feet made a light clicking sound on the ground. In the alley where only the sound of rain could be heard, it still spread far away.

The continuous cool rain, like smoke and mist, makes this bustling city a little lonely.

Looking at the rain, the system couldn't help reminding: "Zhao Zhao, this world is very dangerous, you must be careful."

Because the world plot failed twice in a row, the system no longer has the right to choose the world, and the plot of this world is arranged randomly.

After arriving in this world, the system discovered that Zhao Zhao's identity this time turned out to be the first victim in a serial murder case...

So even if it is a system, because of the limitation of the plot, it doesn't know much information.

It only knows that the central figure in this world is called Bei Xiaofan, a rookie policewoman newly recruited by the police force.

The serial murder case in which Yu Zhaozhao died was the prelude to all subsequent plots.

"Serial murder case..." Yu Zhaozhao didn't take it seriously at first, "You tell me who the murderer is, and I'll tell the police again, okay?"

"...If I knew the murderer, I would definitely tell you!"

Although the system wanted to complete the task, it was not cruel enough to watch Yu Zhaozhao being tortured to death.

But the problem is...it doesn't know who the murderer is at all!

"Because you are the earliest victim, the plot I receive here only ends when you appear."

"I don't know anything that happened after your death, including your murderer."

Yu Zhaozhao suddenly felt an unexplained chill, she turned her head, and there was no one in the alley.

Yu Zhaozhao continued to walk forward, but this time, her pace quickened: "Then tell me when I died, and I will definitely not go out that day."

The system hesitated for a moment, and said in a guilty tone, "...and didn't say the specific time."

"Then what's the use of me wanting you!" Yu Zhaozhao complained angrily.

The system hurriedly explained to itself: "But I know the weather that day, it was raining that day, you were wearing a red dress and walking in the alley, you..."

While talking, the system suddenly stopped.

Rainy days, red dresses, alleys...

Isn't it now?!

The system screamed suddenly: "Zhao Zhao! Be careful!!!"

Yu Zhaozhao dropped his umbrella almost immediately, raised his feet and was about to run forward.

She is in the middle of the alley, go further.Go through this alley and turn right to a big road.

As long as she runs to the road, she is safe.

but.

It's too late.

Yu Zhaozhao was pushed down by the huge force behind him, and he fell to the ground in embarrassment with a puff.

Before she could even stand up, a pair of rough hands had already covered her neck and tightened it tightly.

The author has something to say:

Write this first, poor Zhao Zhao