Jin Qing: ""The last sentence is your key point! However, the silver-gold soul seems to be really good!
Climbing up from the pile of leaves, Jin Qing found that the sun had set, and secretly smacked his lips. This plot is really not that long!
Standing next to the pile of leaves, Jin Qing listened to the commotion coming from the crematorium and the sound of police car horns clearing the way.
Jin Qing clicked her lips, it seemed that the middle-aged man had been discovered!
Lifting his right arm, dark purple blood scabs had formed on his arm.
Subconsciously, he put his hand into his clothes and touched his side. Jin Qing took in a hissing breath. It really hurt!
Although the previous crack has slowly healed, the new flesh exposed under the scorched skin has not yet formed a scab, leaving the flesh exposed naked.
Jin Qing grinned and hissed twice. The skin burned by high temperature does not like scabs because the cells have been necrotic. It seems that this burn is harder to heal than other wounds!
Withdrawing his hand, Jin Qing sighed: Take your time! With her ability to recover, she'll probably be fine in about a month!
I moved my neck and my legs, and the burns on my legs seemed to be less painful.
Looking at her bare feet, she still needs a pair of shoes.
There happened to be a garbage dump not far away. Jin Qing puffed up his cheeks and walked towards the garbage dump with bare feet.
After rummaging through the trash for a long time, I found a pair of sneakers with a mouth on the front.
Jin Qing tore off two rags from the broken mop head in the garbage pile and tied the front of her sneakers. Jin Qing lowered her head and admired her feet for a while. In fact, her craftsmanship was pretty good.
After exhaling, Jin Qing started running towards the direction of the home in Qiao Jia's memory.
Although the wounds on her body were painful every time she ran, Jin Qing was full of motivation: If she remembered correctly, Qiao Jia in this world should be a rich person!
I'm sorry that after three worlds, she is still the out-and-out money addict she was before.
But she really can't control her ancient power. Qiao Jia's bed is king size.
For a person who has lived in three worlds and has never slept on a soft bed, this attraction is fatal!
The crematorium was a bit far from the city. Jin Qing ran for two hours before finally seeing the apartment building where Qiao Jia lived.
Pedestrians on the road saw someone running past them quickly. Judging from their clothes, they thought they were homeless people who had been chased away by the urban management and were running around.
So they just avoided her carefully, but no one paid much attention to her.
Jin Qing herself was annoyed as she ran. Her body was really too weak, and the burns on her body also limited her running speed.
Finally reaching the downstairs of the building, Jin Qing felt happy and ran faster and faster.
But I didn't expect that when I arrived at the door of the building, my way was restricted by the door of the building.
Jin Qing looked inside the door in confusion, and met the fearful eyes of the building manager.
Jin Qing quickly waved to the administrator to open the door.
But instead of opening the door, the administrator panicked and grabbed the baton placed under the table.
Jin Qing: ""What's going on?
It turned out that the administrator was opening the door to ventilate the building, but he didn't expect that he saw a bald-headed man running in the direction of him in darkness from a long distance away.
The administrator thought of the recent news about gang fighting on TV, and was so frightened that he quickly closed the door of the building that he had just opened for ventilation.
He couldn't let this dangerous person enter the building. This building was full of people and he was responsible for their lives.
Bending over and putting his hands on his knees, Jin Qing took a few big breaths and sighed: It's really tiring to run all the way.
Unexpectedly, when Jin Qing raised his head after breathing again, he was startled by the figure reflected on the glass door. What the hell is this?
In Jin Qing's impression, Qiao Jia is a confident, restrained, and proud queen-type beauty.
However, the image reflected by the glass door is like this!
The hair on the head was basically burnt, leaving only some hair roots sticking to the scalp that was blackened by smoke.
Jin Qing clicked her lips, she was so fragrant all the way!
Without hair on the head, the head looks rounder.
The entire face looked as if it had just been scooped out from soot. The stains on her teeth and the whites of her eyes became more and more obvious, making her look frighteningly white.
He was wearing a nondescript men's T-shirt and women's jeans. The newly tied sneakers under his feet had completely fallen off after rubbing against the ground.
Jin Qing moved his toes and found that the soles of his feet had been scratched with tiny cuts by the small stones on the road. No wonder he felt a stinging sensation just now.
Jin Qing scratched his hairless head with his hands, feeling a little embarrassed.
If she hadn't been in this body, she really wouldn't have recognized this person.
Under the surprised gaze of the administrator, Jin Qing lifted up the front half of her clothes and tugged them on her face, not caring at all that her body was still naked under her clothes.
But the administrator's eyes widened and his mouth opened wide. He looked at the burn marks on Jin Qing's waist in shock and held the baton in his hand. He could still move after being burned like this. This was a biological crisis!
Jin Qing took a deep breath, pointed at the administrator and shouted at her wiped face, which was not as dark as before: "Hello, please open the door for me. I am Qiao Jia, a resident on the 17th floor!"
The administrator took two steps back and shook his head at Jin Qing. He had seen Qiao Jia before. She didn't look like this. You suspected terrorist, don't try to lie to me.
After rejecting Jin Qing, the administrator pursed his lips, tightened his grip on the baton in his hand, and stared at Jin Qing outside with vigilance.
Beware of her being violent at any time, who knows if she will suddenly take out a gun from her arms!
After seeing the administrator's interaction, Jin Qing said: "I'm not mentally ill!"
Instead of trying to communicate with the administrator, Jin Qing turned to the lock outside the door and noticed that any one of these password palmprint locks could open the door.
Although Jin Qing doesn't know Qiao Jia's password, her palm prints remain unchanged!
Thinking of this, Jin Qing felt a little happy. Then he stretched out his right hand and gently placed the entire palm of his right hand on the palm lock.
A second later, after the palmprint lock was scanned, Jin Qing's verification request was rejected with a "snap" sound.
The administrator tightened his grip on the baton. This man was indeed a terrorist!
Jin Qing is a little bit pained. Are door locks nowadays based on appearance?
Just as she was thinking about it, Jin Qing looked down at her palms and suddenly realized that her hands had been burned while grabbing the hook.
