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    Ji Ning lay on the massage bed with her eyes blank.

    Qin Yanshu licked her private area all over, and she felt like a pitiful little person who had no power to resist and was being abused and played with.

    She raised her eyes and looked at Qin Yanshu. He was leaning against the long table with his head down and drinking water. One of his long legs was bent and supported. It was obviously a lazy posture, but the feeling of being made by he was still cold.

    He obviously has no interest in her, but he still has to lick her and still there… He must feel very uncomfortable…

    Ji Ning took out her phone and sent a private message to Qin Yanshu.

    Lemon Cake: Sorry, I didn’t mean to.I wanted to change to a simpler project but I didn’t understand the meaning of the name and made a mistake…

    Then she saw Qin Yanshu holding a cup and taking out the phone with one hand. After reading her messages, she clicked on the screen a few times.

    Ji Ning quickly received a PDF file titled “Operation Specifications for the Male Technician Project”.

    She pursed her lips and clicked on it, taking a rough look at it from beginning to end. It turned out that the items on the form were not the most yellow, only more yellow, and there was even an option to include the meat rod in the massage.

    Facial Paralysis Technician No. 9: It doesn’t matter what you choose, I don’t blame you.

    Although the way he explained was simple and crude, it was useful. Ji Ning felt much better and sat up to get dressed.

    She had just put on her underwear when the lights in the room flickered a few times for no reason and suddenly went out.

    It didn’t matter if the lights went out. After all, it was still daytime and it was an afternoon with natural light.

    However, after the lights went out, the light coming from the window also dimmed little by little.Soon, the room became completely dark.

    A very fast black shadow ran past the massage bed, bringing with it a slight flow of air.

    Ji Ning’s arm was scratched by something unknown at the same time, and a chill ran down his bones.

    She exclaimed uncontrollably, folded her arms and quickly covered herself with a thin quilt.

    “What’s wrong?” Qin Yanshu immediately ran to her side in the dark, held Ji Ning’s arm, and almost half hugged her to protect her.

    Ji Ning was so frightened that her scalp went numb: “I was caught.” Then she held out her hand to show to Qin Yanshu.

    Qin Yanshu turned on her phone and shined a faint light on Ji Ning’s arm.

    I saw a very small palm print on the originally smooth and white arm.Like five human fingers, but the entire range is not as big as a penny coin.

    Ji Ning took a breath and rubbed her fingers on the black mark, but nothing could be removed.

    The mark was like a black bruise from an impact, showing through the flesh.

    At this time, there were also bursts of chaotic screams outside. It seemed that this club had become a ghostland with frequent supernatural events.

    Ji Ning and Qin Yanshu were in the same room, but only she encountered something wrong.I don’t know if this kid picked someone at random or if there was another reason.

    I don’t know if this ghost handprint is just to scare people, or if it has other effects.

    Qin Yanshu must have realized that she was afraid, so he sat beside the massage bed to protect her, and at the same time posted messages in the group.

    Ji Ning took a photo of the black mark on her hand and sent it. While editing the text, a message from Jiang Ting popped up in the group.

    Jiang Ting: After the power outage, several key customers died tragically on the fifth floor.The turning point in the development of the copy incident occurred.I found out that a young girl committed suicide by jumping off a building last night. An eyewitness posted a picture. Her stomach was broken. There should be wounds during her life. I want to see if it is related to the club.

    Then he sent the photo of the girl jumping off a building to her death to the group, along with a video from another angle.

    Ji Ning and Qin Yanshu looked together, and sure enough they could see that in addition to the limp limbs caused by the broken skull tissue and broken internal bones caused by the fall from a high altitude, the clothes around the waist and abdomen of the deceased were stained red with blood, and there was a neat tear in the lower abdomen under the lifted hem.

    The wound was not big or obvious, but it was definitely not caused by jumping off a building.

    Qin Yanshu frowned slightly and looked at the enlarged picture for a while before replying to Jiang Ting’s message.

    Facial Paralysis Technician No. 9: Yes, pre-mortem wounds, laparotomy.Below this position is the uterus.

    An idea flashed in Ji Ning’s mind, and she looked up the fetal month size and fetal formation process, and then sent her inference in the group.

    Lemon cake: The palm print on my arm does not look as big as a five-month-old fetus, but more like the size of a four-month-old fetus.Moreover, the fetus does not grow into human form until four months after it is formed in the womb.Although there is no need for caesarean section for abortion at four months of age, if the fetus needs to be completely removed and used for other purposes, it is likely to require laparotomy.

    After Ji Ning sent the message, she found Qin Yanshu looking at her through the light, her expression not very good.

    She raised her head and looked at him, asking him what was wrong with her eyes.

    Qin Yanshu raised his hand and came close to her face, wiped it under her nose with his fingertips, and handed it to her to see.

    He’s originally clean fingers were stained with blood after rubbing under her nose, exuding a faint smell of rust.

    Ji Ning raised her hand and wiped it under her nose, but there was also blood on her hand.She doesn’t feel anything yet, so why does she have a nosebleed?

    And the nosebleeds started to flow faster and more frequently, from dripping to dripping, dripping on the sheets like a leaking faucet.

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    Hey, it’s not what you think. Qin Yanshu hasn’t mastered it 100% yet. How could it be the first time he picked Xiaoju?

    (Don’t talk about Xiaoju, he can’t even eat meat)

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