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Chapter 116: It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival

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Zhou Ze and the Taoist priest followed the screams and found the floor. Because Zhou Ze had difficulty walking, when they arrived, quite a few people had already gathered there. Many family members of patients who had been accompanying the patients nearby came out to watch the excitement. There were three layers of people inside and outside.

There were even some patients in patient gowns who came over to watch the show while holding their IV bottles in one hand and leaning against the wall with the other hand, which deeply demonstrated what it means to keep watching the fun as long as you are alive.

There were a few nurses nearby comforting a girl, and someone was calling the hospital security, who should be here soon.

Because Zhou Ze was also wearing a white coat, he and the old Taoist priest easily squeezed through the crowd and walked inside.

On the ground, there was a pool of yellow-brown pus, and something that looked like an egg yolk was floating there. People who didn't know might think that someone had peeled an egg and thrown it in there. Only Zhou Ze knew that this thing was actually a human eyeball.

"Boss, this guy's water broke too."

The old Taoist whispered in Zhou Ze's ear.

Zhou Ze frowned slightly. The Taoist priest liked to act stupidly at critical moments. This might be a self-protection mechanism for him in tense situations. He couldn't help but relax himself in tense moments.

Then, Zhou Ze stretched out his index finger and stirred it in the pus below.

When the Taoist priest saw this, he also squatted aside, stretched out his fingers and put them in to stir it. To be honest, this stuff was too disgusting, but since the boss was like this, he could only follow suit.

I have to say that Lao Dao is a very ambitious person. Whether he was following the previous boss or the current boss, he had a strong desire to learn and imitate.

Then, the old Taoist saw Zhou Ze, who wanted to spit out his midnight snack, but he actually put his middle finger in his mouth and sucked it, then lowered his head in thought, as if he was trying to distinguish the ingredients in it.

at the same time,

He also smacked his lips.

Are you working so hard

What does it smell like

The old Taoist hesitated for a moment.

I fought a lot in my heart in a short period of time, but in the end,

He also put the finger that had just stirred the pus into his mouth and tasted it. The taste was so strong that the fishy and spicy feeling burst out in his mouth, which was more irritating to the throat than drinking strong liquor.

There is even a smell of aged seafood, a smell that most boys know and some girls know as well.

The Taoist priest's face almost turned green, but when he saw his boss continuing to ponder as usual, at this moment, the Taoist priest inexplicably felt a pain in his heart and a feeling of admiration for Zhou Ze.

If you can stand this smell, you are not a human being!

Zhou Ze turned his head and saw the miserable face of the Taoist priest who had just been inseminated. He then looked at the liquid still remaining on the Taoist priest's fingertips and asked in surprise:

"What are you doing?"

The old Taoist patted his chest lightly and said solemnly: "Shennong tasted hundreds of herbs. Boss, what you can do, I can do too."

Zhou Ze nodded and smiled.

The old Taoist felt flattered, as if at this moment he was finally recognized by his boss, just like Patriarch Bodhi knocked on the back of Monkey King's head three times.

"I use my index finger to stir and my middle finger to put it in my mouth."

Zhou Ze raised his finger at the old Taoist priest and continued:

"I had a leek stuck in my teeth while having a midnight snack. I just tried to dig it out. Who would be crazy to taste this? Is this torture?"

“… …” old Taoist.

The Taoist wanted to say something else, but his stomach immediately began to cramp. He pushed away the people around him and rushed to the bathroom to vomit.

Zhou Ze rubbed his chin silently. The frightened girl was still sitting in the ward, with several nurses comforting her. Zhou Ze did not ask about the girl's condition. After all, he had experienced a similar scene in the morgue before.

It’s just that some things are just a small drizzle to me, but to ordinary people, they are shocking enough.

The dead body suddenly sat up,

The fatal injury comes from the extremely sharp nails that can be used as weapons.

The corpse finally turned into pus,

Everything showed that Zhen Zhen felt that the murderer was not an ordinary person, but a devil hiding in the darkness. In fact, since Zhou Ze became a ghost catcher, he had never encountered such a mysterious and resourceful opponent.

That thing obviously cannot be treated as an ordinary evil spirit.

Standing up, Zhou Ze walked to the other end of the corridor, took out his cell phone and called Tang Shi.

"Hello." Tang Shi's voice was still as cold as ever.

"Help me, there seems to be a... a wild zombie here."

“You can go find plants.”

The implication is that she is too busy and too lazy to care.

"Then please call Bai Yingying for me and ask her to come to the hospital."

“That’s no problem.”

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Ze once again wondered if it was a wrong decision to keep Tang Shi by his side. This woman was even more useless than a vase.

Our own Yingying is still the best.

They are all women, not living people, but the gap between them is so big.

The old Taoist vomited out all the acid in his stomach, walked out of the bathroom, came to Zhou Ze, and asked with some complaints:

"Why would that thing kill people and then do this?"

"He did it on purpose." Zhou Ze said.

"Everyone he kills will become a zombie? Hey, this is just like the old Hong Kong zombie movies from the 1980s and 1990s. People bitten by zombies will also become zombies."

As he spoke, the old Taoist looked into Zhou Ze's eyes, somewhat eager to try.

"What are you looking at?"

"Um, Boss, I have a small request. Can all zombies become like Bai Yingying?"

"State your purpose directly, don't beat around the bush."

"Um, ahem... What I mean is, you see, boss, I'm already old, and I might die one day and go to the Western Paradise."

"You are a Taoist priest, not a monk."

"Well, that means you will fly away with your two feet. But I am worried that after I leave, who will take care of you?"

“… …” Zhou Ze.

"So, Boss, if that day comes, can you help me take a bite?"

"I find it disgusting."

“… …” old Taoist.

Can we still be friends happily

"It's not as exaggerated as you think. You won't turn into a zombie even if you're bitten by a zombie. If you don't believe me, you can ask Bai Yingying to bite your neck when you go back. I guarantee that it won't have any other effect other than speeding up your kicking due to the corpse poison.

As for turning into a zombie, it would be better for you to choose a very dangerous tomb and bury yourself there. Maybe after a hundred years, you can jump out, but the you after that will actually have nothing to do with the you now, and you will be a new life. "

"Are all movies lies?"

"What do you think?"

The old Taoist was somewhat depressed. He had originally thought that he had found a way to prolong his life, but who knew that this would be the result? However, the old Taoist still had some hope and said:

"So what's going on with these two people?"

"What was the ending?" Zhou Ze asked. "It just split open, and all the bones and organs turned into pus."

"why is that?"

"Because they were used as nutrients and absorbed by humans, they turned into zombies. Even if we take a step back, would you be willing to become such a zombie?"

"Will he continue to kill people?" the old Taoist asked worriedly.

"If he didn't eat enough." Zhou Ze pursed his lips, "Of course, even if he ate enough, it doesn't mean he wouldn't be hungry."

Zhou Ze suddenly seemed to have thought of something, and said to the old Taoist: "Find a way to help me find out what happened to the other corpses. Did they encounter similar situations..."

The cell phone rang at this moment. Zhou Ze picked up the phone and found that the name on the caller ID was "Wang Ke".

Ever since the last "eating meat" incident, Zhou Ze hasn't contacted Wang Ke again, and Wang Ke also promised him that he would not contact him actively.

"Hello." Zhou Ze still answered the phone.

"I'm sorry to break my promise, but I think you will be interested in this matter." Wang Ke's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"explain."

"Have you heard about the mass death incident in that small hospital?"

Zhou Ze turned around, looked at the pool of pus behind him, and said:

"Just heard."

"I'm a part-time consultant for the police station. I usually help with psychological profiling. This time the incident is very serious, so I was invited to help. Based on the existing known conditions, I have to copy some psychological and physical characteristics of the murderer. Haha, for this purpose, I drew a sketch. Do you want to see it?"

"good."

"Ding Dong..."

The message notification sound from WeChat,

Zhou Ze closed the call and opened WeChat.

This was a very hastily written sketch, but the person in the sketch made Zhou Ze's pupils shrink.

"What are you kidding?" Zhou Ze asked.

"Haha, I don't believe it's you, but the person I drew based on the known conditions and clues really looks like you. So, this time I'm not asking you for help. I'm just asking you, are you interested?"

"What are you interested in?"

"I have all the information from the police investigation here." Wang Ke on the other end of the phone rubbed his brows and said tiredly, "Although I don't want to admit it and feel a little helpless, I feel more and more that the murderer this time may not be a human."

"Are you at the police station?"

"No, I'm at home. You can come to my house. The files and the latest information will be collected by me." Wang Ke paused and said, "Also, I'm cooking meat soup for midnight snack. You can come and have some."

Zhou Ze ignored the latter part of the conversation and said directly, "I'll come over."

After saying that, Zhou Ze was about to hang up the phone, but Wang Ke's voice came again: "Don't hang up yet."

"Anything else?"

“Well, I never had the chance to tell others before, and saying such things is not good for others, it’s like cursing;

But this time, I have a rare opportunity. This is the first time I say this to someone:

Happy Qingming Festival. "