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Chapter 287: Two-faced man

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Boss Zhou now feels like he is living in "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio".

Because in "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio" there are always various female ghosts, foxes and even female corpses that appear inexplicably, fall in love with scholars inexplicably and then give rise to various inexplicable results.

Boss Zhou is not the scholar in the story, but he still looks confused.

What is going on

I had just seen off the Taoist priest and Zhang Yanfeng.

He sat on the sofa and waited obediently for Bai Yingying to bring all the woman's works.

As for whether he could find important clues or the truth behind the female writer's death tonight, Zhou Ze wasn't sure. He just let it be.

But he was thinking of asking Yingying to buy some wine and food later.

I was sitting on the second floor of the villa, drinking some wine and enjoying the breeze.

Yingying was beside him, patting his shoulders.

Enjoy the corrupt life of the landlords before liberation.

Although this is a haunted house, or even a ghost house, Boss Zhou himself is a ghost messenger, and Yingying is also a zombie.

Enter the haunted house.

It really feels like returning to my own home.

It's just like those thugs on the street being taken to the detention center.

only,

The development of the matter fell into a strange arc.

Oh no,

It's a parabola!

first,

Who is this woman

Zhou Ze thought it was a coincidence at first, but now Zhou Ze can conclude that this is definitely not a weird coincidence.

At first, she behaved normally, but now, I almost peeled the skin off her back, but she still continued to hug me and dance

coincide

What a coincidence!

"My back is so cold."

The female writer put her lips close to Zhou Ze's ear and whispered softly, like a coquettish girlfriend whispering to you.

Zhou Ze felt that the world had lost its logic at this moment.

at this time,

He had had enough.

He'd really had enough.

No matter whether you are a human or a ghost, no matter what you are,

I'll break your neck!

The nails grew longer again and turned into a sickle-like shape. Zhou Ze stabbed the woman's neck mercilessly!

“Puff…”

At first it was the sound of metal piercing flesh.

But then it sounded like a long, cutting tune played by the erhu.

Zhou Ze felt like he was holding a saw and cutting steel bars. He didn't know whether he had a grudge against the saw or was competing with himself.

His nails pierced the woman's neck, and Zhou Ze kept thrusting back and forth.

But the woman continued to dance with Zhou Ze. She was immersed in it and couldn't extricate herself. It was like a ceremony before a feast, sacred and indispensable.

God is pitiful. Boss Zhou swore that even though he had had miserable moments in the past, he had never been as embarrassed as he was now.

This woman is simply a freak. She is stubborn and even her own nails are nothing special to her.

The dance steps began to speed up and the rhythm began to pick up, as if it was entering the finale.

The claws of Zhou Ze's other hand also pierced into the woman's neck. The two pairs of nails on both hands, like two saws, were deeply embedded in the woman's body.

Boss Zhou was not a butcher, but after being torn back and forth like that, there was very little flesh left on the woman's upper body, and most of the bones were exposed.

The bones were very white and smooth, and even Zhou Ze's sharp nails could not leave too many marks on them.

“Huh…”

The woman held Zhou Ze tightly with both hands.

"Honey, let's eat."

After the dance,

Let’s eat!

"Bang!"

Zhou Ze was carried into the kitchen, and then pushed onto the sink. Generally speaking, this posture is very common in some small movies, but this time the positions of the male and female protagonists were a bit reversed.

The woman picked up the kitchen knife next to her.

Zhou Ze's pupils condensed when you saw him.

He knows.

Once the woman really puts the kitchen knife into her body, it's too late.

"roar!"

A low roar,

From deep in Zhou Ze's throat,

Another consciousness is slowly awakening,

Next,

Zhou Ze's skin began to shrink, his eye circles slowly became sunken, and his two fangs were growing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

For a time,

Zhou Ze, whose strength increased greatly, pulled out his nails violently and broke free from the woman's restraints, while the kitchen knife in the woman's hand missed.

Zhou Ze got down from the sink and looked at the woman who was half human skin and half bones.

"It's time for dinner."

The woman hummed, seemingly unaware of the change that had taken place in the man in front of her.

Zhou Ze took a step forward.

Then a thoughtful look appeared on his face.

That's not right.

That's very wrong.

Zhou Ze looked at his hands.

This time of awakening,

Why is he the one who takes the lead

It is impossible that the consciousness gave up the initiative and gave the power to itself.

impossible,

it's out of the question!

When the previous consciousness awakened, Zhou Ze could only retreat behind the scenes and watch the killer resolve the danger in front of him, eat and drink his fill, and then Zhou Ze would come out again.

But this time,

Zhou Ze found that he had clearly awakened that consciousness, but why was he still the "driver"

"Come on, it's time for dinner!"

The woman pounced again.

Zhou Ze had no time to think about anything else and rushed forward. Every time he awakened that consciousness and turned himself into a zombie, any problem in front of him seemed to no longer be a problem.

Therefore, Zhou Ze has a strong confidence in this state.

However,

When the two sides collided,

Zhou Ze flew backwards and hit the kitchen tiles heavily, with several bloody scars appearing on his chest.

How is that possible

What's going on

The woman just staggered back a few steps, then rushed forward again with great interest.

Zhou Ze stood up. This time, he did not dare to resist, but chose to retreat. However, the woman's speed was too fast. Even though Zhou Ze had clearly dodged, the kitchen knife held in her hands, which were only left with white bones, still swept Zhou Ze's arm.

“Hiss…”

Zhou Ze took a breath of cold air.

At this moment, his arm was cut and blood was gushing out.

at the same time,

The fangs in his mouth were slowly shrinking back, and the skin that had just shriveled up was loosening again.

"What are you doing?"

Zhou Ze couldn't help but talk to himself,

This is indeed self-talk.

But no one answered him.

It was as if that consciousness had left my body.

On a business trip

Going on vacation

“Dinner is ready!”

The woman holding the kitchen knife approached again. Zhou Ze suddenly overturned the table in front of him, temporarily slowing down her movement. Then he quickly rushed out of the kitchen, turned into the bathroom, and then locked the bathroom door.

The bathroom was still filled with a foul odor, but Zhou Ze didn't care about that. When his life was in danger, mysophobia was not something he could not tolerate!

You can even shout “It smells so good!”

“Crack!”

The bathroom door was pierced directly by a white-skeletal hand. Zhou Ze looked back and found that the Taoist's talisman was still on the toilet lid. He took it off without hesitation.

Posted on the door.

The talisman paper began to burn.

The white bone hand also turned red all of a sudden.

It even emits a fragrance similar to that of "sweet and sour spare ribs".

Then he suddenly pulled it back.

The woman didn't dare to destroy the door again, at least for a short time. She just lowered her head and put her eye sockets close to the crack she had just opened, staring at Zhou Ze inside:

"Hey, wait... dinner is ready."

Zhou Ze glanced at the talisman paper.

I found that one third of the talisman paper had been burned.

Damn…

What on earth is going on!

Zhou Ze turned around and looked at the mirror in the bathroom.

At this time,

He was shocked to find himself in the mirror roaring and struggling.

"You are..." Zhou Ze immediately came to his senses, "How did you get in there!"

Zhou Ze in the mirror was roaring desperately,

Zhou Ze couldn't hear any sound.

But probably,

perhaps,

possible,

almost,

Can guess,

Is he cursing

Zhou Ze also got angry all of a sudden.

Oh shit,

You ran away without even saying hello, and I couldn't even open the door.

How dare you curse at me

As if he had sensed what Zhou Ze was thinking,

The person in the mirror was struggling and roaring even more violently.

I guess if he could come out at this time,

He even wanted to die together with his enemies and tear himself apart.

… … …

"We're here." The driver stopped the car and said, "Little girl, my car can't enter this neighborhood. You can walk in from over there."

"Okay, Master. You settle the bill."

Bai Yingying got out of the car and took a few steps when the driver called her from behind:

"Hey, little sister, there's still a book you haven't taken yet."

Bai Yingying ran back immediately, and the driver reached out from under the seat and took out a book with difficulty.

It should have been thrown off when the car braked suddenly. Bai Yingying didn't notice it and missed this one.

"Hey, 'The Two-Face', a ghost story, isn't the little girl afraid of having nightmares after reading this?"

The driver joked in a naive manner.

I wonder what the driver would think if he knew he was persuading a zombie to read fewer ghost stories and not have nightmares.

"I brought it to someone, thank you, Master."

“I actually like to read ghost stories, but I don’t dare to read them when I’m driving at night. Let me take a look at this introduction;

There are two consciousnesses in one person.

They originally lived in one body, with conflicts, quarrels, vigilance and anxiety.

But suddenly one day, one of the consciousnesses was locked in the mirror.

another,

But I started to feel uncomfortable with the independent life that I had longed for.

Even began to actively look for the person imprisoned in the mirror

, another self… "

The driver smacked his lips:

“Haha, isn’t this schizophrenia

It's so mysterious, but the gimmicks in novels are getting more and more fancy nowadays, and they are not as interesting as the martial arts books by Jin Yong and Gu Long that we read when we were young."

As he said this, the master handed the book to Bai Yingying.

"Let's go!"

"Goodbye, Master."

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