Slowly opened his sour eyes, Jian Ningxuan woke up from his drowsiness, found himself lying in a ward, wearing a breathing cover on his face, and felt a stinging pain in his throat. Memory was revived a little, Starry Sky Restaurant, Fire, thick smoke...

【Mr. Jian, wait for me.】

step by step!

Jian Ningxuan sat up suddenly, took off the oxygen hood, and quickly swept his eyes through the room. He saw two unrecognizable foreigners lying on the other two beds, and seemed to be the guests who were dining in the Starry Sky Restaurant at that time?

Where is BBQ? Is she okay?

Jian Ningxuan groped on his body, but he didn't find his wallet and cell phone. He was about to pull the drawer of the bedside table, but his eyes suddenly settled on his hands. A sapphire ring was worn on his ring finger.

The Eyes of the God of Love, the antique ring he specially bought to propose to Anbu.

【Mr. Jian, I am willing.】

In the darkness covered by thick smoke, this sound echoed in my ears.

Jian Ningxuan's expression was blank, and An Bu really ventured into the fire scene... At that time, the restaurant gate was blocked from outside, and the corridor was full of fire. An Bu wanted to enter the restaurant, but he had to force the door to smash it open under the burning of the fire. Most people would definitely not bear it, but An Bu couldn't feel the pain. In order to save herself, she was completely likely to rush into the fire regardless of the danger.

Jian Ningxuan opened the drawer with trembling fingers, found his cell phone, and with a glimmer of hope, he dialed the familiar number.

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Hearing this cold reminder, Jian Ningxuan felt a little chilled.

"Sir, are                                                                                                                             

Jian Ningxuan came back to his senses and asked in an e-word, "Where are the other survivors of the Starry Sky Restaurant fire?"

The nurse pointed to the other two patients on the bed and said sadly: "All of them are here, there are only three survivors in total, and the other 26 people were unfortunately killed."

Jian Ningxuan's finger holding the phone turned white due to excessive force. After a while, he asked hard: "Where is the dead? Where is the dead?"

"They are all placed in the morgue now, waiting for their families to claim it." The nurse looked at him sympathetically, probably guessing that he had relatives and friends who died in the fire. "Do you need me to take you over?"

"Please trouble you."

Jian Ningxuan followed the nurse toward the morgue. The nurse told him that more than a dozen dead people had been transported away by their families, and no one claimed the remaining eight bodies, but most of them were carrying identity cards, and the police had contacted their families.

Almost all the victims of this fire were wealthy businessmen with great wealth, which caused a great sensation in the outside world. The police in M ​​country attached great importance to it. During the day and night when Jian Ningxuan was in a coma, he had launched a intensive investigation and quickly identified the suspect.

He walked into the morgue with heavy steps and looked at the corpses covered with white cloth. Jian Ningxuan's heart seemed to be tightly grabbed, and fear spread throughout his body with a hint of cold air.

The nurse uncovered the white cloth from the body and asked him to identify the dead.

These dead people died of thick smoke and toxic gases, so the bodies were still intact and there was no terrifying death.

I identified one by one. None of the first seven items were the one Jian Ningxuan was looking for, and the last one was left. The nurse hesitated and said, "The death of this deceased is a bit strange. Her identity card and mobile phone were burned out. I can't identify it. I don't know if it was the person you were looking for. I hope you are mentally prepared."

Jian Ningxuan had a premonition that the person lying in front of him at this moment was his step by step...

When the white cloth was lifted, Jian Ningxuan saw a person with 80% skin burns all over her body. Her face was blurred, her hair was burnt, her muscles were atrophy and chapped, and she curled up like a baby. No matter how Jian Ningxuan denied it, the sapphire ring on her finger clearly proved her identity.

step by step……

Jian Ningxuan's tears burst out from his eyes, and his soul seemed to be pulled away.

"The fire did not burn into the restaurant. Logically speaking, the dead who was burned should not have appeared. However, when the firefighters arrived, the door of the restaurant had been smashed open. They guessed that the person who smashed the door of the restaurant was the deceased. Is she the person you are looking for?"

The nurse turned her head and saw the expression of the man beside her and immediately closed her mouth.

Jian Ningxuan stood stiffly beside An Bu's body, and his brain had lost the ability to think.

I'm so cold, step by step...

Jian Ningxuan slowly raised his hand and wanted to touch her face, but his vision was blurred, and a suffocating feeling surged into his heart. The next second, his eyes turned dark and he fainted on the ground.

【Mr. Jian, are you happy when you hear my voice?】

[Mr. Jian, are you looking for your poop shoveler?]

【Mr. Jian, wait for me.】

【Mr. Jian, I am willing to…】

Jian Ningxuan opened his eyes, and tears kept falling from the corners of his eyes.

After a while, he gradually calmed down, but his eyes were speechless. He took out his cell phone and called his assistant, asking him to come and help deal with the aftermath.

Half an hour later, the assistant rushed over with glory and sigh on his face.

He booked the Starry Sky Restaurant for Jian Ningxuan. When he learned that a fire broke out in the restaurant, he was almost scared to death. Fortunately, Jian Ningxuan was safe, otherwise he would have been crushed by the Jian family.

"Prepare, I want to take you back to China step by step." Jian Ningxuan's tone was dull.

"Ms. An is here?" The assistant did not know that An Bu had "dead" in the fire.

Jian Ningxuan did not answer and took him to the morgue.

When the assistant saw the three big words in the morgue, he widened his eyes and looked at Jian Ningxuan in horror. An Bu was also in the restaurant at that time? And he was killed?

Oh my God, it’s not so cruel, right? Last time Anbu pretended to die, the boss almost lost his language ability. Now that he has experienced this kind of grief again, can the boss still withstand it?

Under the leadership of the morgue staff, Jian Ningxuan walked towards the bed where Anbu's body was parked. After walking a few steps, he suddenly stopped and his eyes narrowed. The bed was empty, and the body that was supposed to be lying on it was missing.

"Where is the person?" Jian Ningxuan looked at the staff coldly.

The staff looked at the bed in shock, not knowing how the body above disappeared.

"Wait a moment, I'll check out the surveillance." The staff quickly walked into the temporary lounge next to them and called out the surveillance. They found that the screen two hours ago had a black screen for thirty minutes. I don't know if someone had tampered with it.

He was sweating coldly, and the loss of the body was a major work mistake, and neither the hospital nor the family of the deceased could be explained.

"Sir, who are you from the deceased? Can you provide her identity information so that we can find it?" the staff member asked nervously.

Anbu's identity card and mobile phone were both burned in the fire, so the hospital has not confirmed her identity yet.

Jian Ningxuan stared at him for a long time, and a few strange brilliance suddenly shone in his originally dark eyes.

The body disappeared... An Bu was the same last time. Although it was a bit incredible, Jian Ningxuan vaguely felt that his BB might not have died yet.

After living together for so long, he had already discovered many abnormalities in Anbu's body, but it was not stated clearly. However, after experiencing many dangers and the last resurrection from the dead, he believed that Anbu might have the ability to heal or resurrect himself.

Thinking of this, new hope ignited in Jian Ningxuan's heart.

"Sir?" the staff asked again, "Can you provide the deceased's identity information?"

Jian Ningxuan said indifferently: "Sorry, I may have recognized the wrong person."

After saying this, he turned around and walked out of the morgue.

The assistant followed him in confusion and asked carefully: "Boss, you really recognize the wrong person? Miss An is okay?"

"It's okay." It must be okay! Jian Ningxuan believed it extremely firmly, "Get me discharge procedures."

In the next time, he would do his best to find Anbu. After the last "fake death", Anbu lost some of his memory, and he probably would be the same this time. If she really lost her memory, she was penniless and in a completely unfamiliar environment, she didn't know what danger she would encounter.

There is endless darkness around it, and Anbu returns to the consciousness space of the Book of Life and Death. Memory is intermittent, chaotic and complex, as if the personality is split, and it is difficult to sort out.

The data of the Life and Death Book are reorganized again, and strange and familiar names pass by each of them, and the numbers representing the Qi value and the Qi value are also changing rapidly.

I don’t know how long it took, but the flowing data gradually stopped. After the restructuring was over, Anbu first checked the dead air value: 6791765. The above lists each increase, which increased by about 60,000 compared with the initial value.

An Bu then looked at the breath value again and was surprised to find that the breath value actually reached: 3927315, which suddenly increased by more than 3 million, and these more than 3 million were all destined to be angry. How could this be possible?

She quickly checked the specific details and found that the more than 3 million were obtained in one day, from a man named "Jian Ningxuan".

Is Jian Ningxuan a big shot? He was able to get such a high qi value by saving his life? Could he be the legendary ninth generation good man?

Anbu felt that the name looked familiar, but she did not think deeply. There were too many people she had saved, most of which were just chance meetings and no longer socializes.

However, this person made Anbu feel quite interested because his anger value was too amazing, and he helped her complete the half of the resurrection process at once.

If she had the chance, she wanted to get to know her. If she was in danger of life again, she would save her at will, and she might become an adult immediately.

While I was imagining, a white light flashed in front of my eyes, and Anbu woke up from his deep sleep.

Opening his eyes, his eyes turned pale. After reacting for two seconds, he realized that there was a layer of white cloth covering his head. Anbu listened to the movement outside, and after confirming that there was no one, he reached out to pull the white cloth off, looked around, and immediately understood where he was.

The morgue, where she visits once or twice a year.

Anbu sat up and saw his skin that was so burned to death, his heart was not fluctuating.

She had never experienced the method of death? She had long been indifferent.

There was no light on in the morgue, only a few beams of light in the compartment came in through the gap. Anbu closed his eyes and spent hundreds of ordinary anger points to slowly repair his body.

The burns on the body heal at a speed visible to the naked eye, but the skin is shriveled and dull, and it is not as full and moist as before. This is a manifestation of a serious lack of moisture and nutrition.

Ten minutes later, Anbu repaired her body to a level that she could see people. She moved her stiff hands and feet for a while, then turned over and got out of bed and looked for clothes to wear. Her skirt was burned to pieces, and she had exposed everything she should have exposed, and she had not been exposed as well.

There was no suitable clothes in the morgue. Anbu carefully pushed open the door of the temporary lounge next door and confirmed that the staff was not there. She immediately ran in and found a white coat to put on it. Seeing that there were still a pair of flip-flops in the corner, she took it away without hesitation, and pulled off the number plate hanging on her toes.

At this time, she glanced at the surveillance screen on the desk, adjusted to the part she woke up, and completely deleted it. Then she checked the registration information of the deceased and found that the registration information of the number she belonged to was: unknown identity and was to be verified.

Just right! No need to report the death.

Anbu walked around the lounge again, and after confirming that there was no missing, he left quietly.

The morgue is located in a relatively remote position and there are fewer surveillance. Anbu is wearing a white coat. Although it is a bit strange to wear flip-flops, it does not attract much attention.

Just an hour after she left the hospital, Jian Ningxuan brought her assistant to the morgue and found her missing.

While his assistant was helping him discharge the hospital, he used his assistant's computer to invade the hospital's surveillance, but no trace of Anbu was found.
To be continued...