Demon Resurrection: Sign in with the Zanpakutō at the beginning

Under the doorman's desk, a young man in a security uniform leaned out.

Half of his head was exposed, half of his head was shrunk under the table, one hand was holding a mobile phone, ready to call the police, and the other hand was holding the doorknob, ready to run away.

Lin Zhiqi was stunned, turned her head and looked at the back, neatly arranged, wearing black suits, ten bodyguards with sunglasses, this is the style of some mixed social bosses, plus each of them has extraordinary strength and has a strong temperament.

Suddenly, this large number of people are standing in front of your house, and anyone who sees it will beat the drum in their hearts.

"This security guy, I'm here to find someone, and I live in Room 304 on the third floor of Building B......" Lin Zhiqi tried to communicate.

"Don't come, don't come! I still have an eighty-year-old mother to raise, and a newborn child......" The security guard didn't listen at all, and said to himself.

Lin Zhiqi smiled bitterly.

"Wang He, let him calm down. Lynn winked.

"Yes. "

Sou!

A dark shadow instantly approached the security guard, with a hand on the security guard's shoulder.

"Let's go, let's talk!" Wang He's feminine face showed a smile.

"Don't! don't!" let out a pig-killing scream from the security guard, but was still dragged away by a hand.

The two disappeared into the security hall, and a moment later, Wang He, who was dressed in a straight suit, quietly returned, followed by a young security guard with a pale face.

"Room 304 on the third floor of Building B, please help open the door and lead the way, do you know?" Lynn gently recounts.

"Okay, good, I know Old Man Wang's family. The security guard had a bad look on his face, but he didn't have the panic before, "But they seem to be hospitalized and not at home, do you still want to go?"

"Hospitalized?!" Lin Zhiqi said eagerly, "What's the matter! They are hospitalized there!"

"I don't know why, Old Man Lin and they are in the Third People's Hospital of Zhujiang. The security guard shook his head. "The family is now in the hospital. "

"Don't worry, Qian Zhong, you go to call a taxi, the situation is urgent, but use some small means, but don't hurt people. "

Lin En calmed Lin Zhiqi and looked at Qian Zhong, who was physically strong.

"Okay. "

Half a minute later, a red sports car stopped in front of them.

"Wang He, you get in the car, and the others will find their own way. "

Boom!

The doors closed.

"Don't hurt me, my dad has a lot of money and can give it to you!" In the passenger seat, the little lady with her hair dyed green shrunk back.

"Don't worry, we won't hurt you, just borrow your car and drive it!"

"Haha, okay, look at my boss!" Qian Zhong stepped on the accelerator to the end.

Squeak squeak!

The tires rubbed against the ground in a cloud of smoke, and with a dozen steering wheels, the sports car made an exaggerated tail flick and rushed out.

"My father has always been in good health, although he is gone, but I still have an older sister, seven years older than me, I remember that when I died, my sister was already married......"

Lin Zhiqi said, expectantly: "You said that my father must be fine." "

"Well, don't worry, Uncle will be fine. Lynn reassured.

......

In the emergency ward of the Third People's Hospital.

On a hospital bed, there was a gray-haired old man with a breathing mask, without blood.

"Doctor my father's illness, it'll be fine. "

The woman sitting on the edge of the bed, about twenty-five years old, wore a tight-fitting light blue cheongsam, outlining the concave and moving figure of a married woman.

"It's not a big deal, it's out of danger for the time being, the patient's heart is not good, and he can't be stimulated in the future. "

The white-masked doctor instructed.

"Thank you, doctor. The old woman sitting on the edge of the bed said gratefully.

After the doctor went out, the old woman said to the cheongsam woman, "Huilan, what's the matter with your father, he is so angry?"

"Mom, this ...... I. The cheongsam woman bit her lip, wanted to speak and stopped, and just as she wanted to speak, the door of the hospital was pushed open.

The two looked over suspiciously, and saw a man and a woman walking in, and the two men in black behind them gently closed the door.

"It's me!" said the pure-looking and beautiful girl, "Don't you know me? I'm Xiaoqi, Xiaoqi!"

"You are?"

The cheongsam woman and the old woman both looked confused.

"Are you Lin Zhiqi's classmate and friend?" The cheongsam woman thought of something and said suddenly.

"If Xiaoqi is still here, of course, she will probably be as old as you. The old woman sighed.

"I ...... I ......" Lin Zhiqi froze in place, looking at the glass window, reflecting the beautiful face that did not belong to her, and nodded blankly.

"I'm Xiaoqi's good classmate, I came to visit you, I heard that my uncle was sick, so I rushed to the hospital. Her expression stiffened a little.

"That's the case, it's really bothering you, little sister, come and take a seat!"

When the cheongsam woman's hand touched Lin Zhiqi's hand, the familiar and warm cordial feeling almost made her burst into tears and blurted out her sister.

"Why are your eyes red?" The cheongsam woman said gently.

When she approached this beautiful girl, she also felt a sense of intimacy, like a family member.

"It's okay, maybe something fell out of my eye. Lin Zhiqi said with a smile.

She found that this was okay, although she couldn't tell the other party's identity, but being able to get together and talk about it made her very satisfied.

The faint connection of family affection between the two, coupled with Lin Zhiqi's past memories, made the conversation in the ward more and more active.

Lin Zhiqi also deliberately restored her habits and movements, so that the eyes of the old woman and the cheongsam woman looking at Lin Zhiqi became softer and softer, and gradually overlapped with the memories.

"Do you like lamb kebabs too?" The young woman in the cheongsam showed a look of reminiscence, "I remember that Xiaoqi also likes to eat mutton skewers the most, you and Xiaoqi are really like, if only you were my sister." "

"Yes!" the old woman nodded, and also looked at Lin Zhiqi, the more she looked at him, the more she felt like her daughter, but it was a pity that her daughter had died.

"Then you just treat me as your sister, I have always looked forward to having a sister like you, and an aunt, you will treat me as your daughter. "

Lin Zhiqi hid her emotions and said it in a tone like a joke, for fear that the two would not agree.

The two were stunned for a moment, and then their faces showed happiness, and the two naturally agreed.

"Sister Huilan!" Lin Zhiqi naturally pretended not to know, and asked the cheongsam woman Lin Huilan's name, and it didn't seem so strange to say it at this time.

"Haha, sister. "