Zhou Ze rubbed his face with his hands. To be honest, he still couldn’t understand why Ying Gou had to do such a thing “secretly”
This doesn't fit Ying Gou's style. Tie Hanhan has always been the type who rushes towards five opponents alone and shouts:
"Hurry up, I've surrounded the five on the opposite side!"
A very stubborn person,
How could someone do such a thing
Perhaps, I was too confident before, so I didn’t notice the change in my mood early on.
He just felt that this anger was a little too intense, but he instinctively began to find excuses for this emotion.
If the old Taoist hadn't kept pulling me back,
Maybe I haven't woken up yet.
Maybe,
After you go in,
Just a killing spree.
Only by killing can I calm myself down.
Then sat on the bloody floor,
Calm down quietly,
Only then did you realize how inexplicable you were
However, after the old Taoist shouted, Zhou Ze could only temporarily put aside other thoughts in his mind and walked towards the door.
And Ying Gou's matter,
You can wait until you go back to bed at night and slowly settle the accounts.
Now that it is daytime,
Naturally, you have to do what you have to do.
No wonder the old Taoist was so panicked.
On the kitchen stove, an obese middle-aged woman was lying there with a kitchen knife stuck deep in her chest. The woman must have been stabbed many times, and there was a string of knife marks on her face.
It was like a big tomato that was bitten by a dog and exploded into pieces.
This is an old-fashioned classic stove model in the countryside, with two large pots, the woman's head hanging upside down in one pot, and her feet in the other.
Fortunately, there was no water boiling in the pot. If both pots were boiling, the two pots would boil at the same time, and the woman's body would probably tremble up and down.
If I cook the dishes and porridge separately, tsk tsk…
Um
What am I thinking about
Zhou Ze frowned slightly.
He felt that he needed to go to Wang Ke to look into his psychological problems. This might not only be due to Ying Gou's influence on him, but also because his inner self was beginning to change.
actually,
Zhou Ze thinks,
Even if Wang Ke, the psychiatrist, is of no use,
But look at Wang Ke,
I can always find some positive energy for myself.
Look, this childhood friend is still trying to live with a smile.
In this world,
Is there anything else that you can’t overcome
If Wang Ke turned his experience into an art exhibition, every patient who came to make an appointment with him would have to pass through the story gallery before coming to his office.
The patient would excitedly hold Wang Ke's hand and say:
“We all need to be strong!”
…
"Dead?"
The old Taoist looked at Zhou Ze with an ugly expression.
It wasn't because I was scared, but I couldn't help but feel that this matter was a little strange. How could someone die suddenly
"Look at what I'm doing. It's not me who did it."
Zhou Ze's answer was very blunt.
There was an attitude in his tone that even if I did it, it doesn't matter.
The old Taoist nodded with difficulty, because Zhou Ze came with him, so it was definitely not Zhou Ze who did it.
The two walked in, and the blood flowing from the fat woman's body soaked most of the stove.
A simple rural stove.
An unclean iron pot.
Obese older women,
Blood, blood, blood,
The silence of death,
If you take a high-definition photo of a large banner and frame it,
On both sides are two photos of hot Victoria's Secret girls on the catwalk.
At a glance,
That style,
Tsk tsk…
Zhou Ze touched his forehead again.
no,
I really have to go find Wang Ke.
This is just an appetizer, like the warm-up before the party. From the kitchen, it is the living room.
In the center of the living room, there is a somewhat abstract portrait of a deity. It is hard to tell which deity it is depicting, but one thing that is certain is that this deity seems to be somewhat derelict in his duty.
Just like the skinny monks in the temple, it must mean that the Bodhisattva here is not powerful.
Under the statue,
A woman leaned against the cabinet with a bloody head.
It is simply the most perfect silent accusation.
The woman was probably beaten first and then pushed here, and her head hit the metal protrusion behind the cabinet.
It's like the melodramatic plot in countless TV dramas, where a man pushes a woman, not intending to kill her, but the woman dies anyway because there's a damn thing behind her.
The screenwriters are too careless and don't care about even more bloody deaths for the sake of a bloody plot.
Zhou Ze walked over, tilted his head and looked back.
oh,
I saw it.
It is a sharp object similar to a cabinet handle.
It has a silvery sheen, but it's probably not made of silver.
This thing,
At this time, he was piercing the back of the woman's head.
The woman sat there with her eyes open and a painful expression, but everything was frozen.
The safest thing in this world is not an ice storage room or a plastic bag, but... death.
Death pressed the pause button.
Then type game over.
Turn around gracefully,
Leaving a black and white screen.
The old Taoist came close to Zhou Ze, being extremely cautious.
"Master, pull her head out."
Zhou Ze pointed at the young woman.
“Squeak, squeak, squeak!”
The monkey, who had been lying on the Taoist's shoulder, pointed at the woman and shouted a few times.
"Oh, is she a kidnapper?"
Zhou Ze suddenly realized.
Obviously, there must be more than just the scent of men left on Biyuntao.
The Taoist priest squatted down, thinking that his boss asked him to do this in order to find some clues, and he was actually ready to reach out to pull the woman's head off.
But Zhou Ze put his hand on his shoulder.
"Just kidding, do you want to see the hot spring show?"
"Oh, okay."
The old Taoist stood up tremblingly, his head was in a daze.
To be honest, he didn't know why he saw two corpses in a row, but what really scared him in his heart was not the two corpses or the causes of death behind them, but the boss next to him.
boss,
Why does he seem a little excited
Zhou Ze really wanted to find a pool to wash his face. He felt that his mind was a little unclear. Maybe it was the aftereffect of Ying Gou
only,
Think again,
It seems inappropriate to put all the blame on Ying Gou and make him a scapegoat.
Zhou Ze took out a cigarette, and the old Taoist suddenly reminded him:
"Boss, the police will be here soon."
It would be difficult to explain if I found cigarette butts.
"It's okay. We can be eyewitnesses. No, we should be called the scene discoverers."
The old Taoist shook his head when he heard this.
The person who discovered the crime scene was in a mood to smoke while standing next to a corpse
In the end, Zhou Ze still smoked a cigarette. Nicotine really had no effect on him, but this habitual action always brought him some habitual peace.
Then,
Go inside.
Saw the pool he wanted.
Just over there by the pool,
It has been occupied by someone else.
And he will probably occupy it for a long time.
Oh,
This kind of person,
What a lack of quality.
The crutch fell to the side and was broken.
An old man's face was still floating in the pool, his legs leaning back, maintaining a sense of dynamic balance.
The head was still floating in the pool.
Water is still flowing out of the tap.
In the whole bathroom,
A layer of water accumulated.
There was a rope around the old man's neck, extending to the ground.
The mirror above the pool had long been shattered, with blood staining the cracks red, but it also magnified some of its characteristics.
Zhou Ze blew out a smoke ring.
He still remembered that there was a wax museum behind his bookstore some time ago, but it has long been closed down. At this moment, he felt like he was walking into a wax museum.
With a little bit of relaxation, with a little leisure,
Admiring this death scene,
Dynamic, static, abnormal,
This forms a pleasing and delicate carving.
But these things,
But it is better than the animated animation.
More exciting.
The old Taoist priest kept holding his mouth shut, and the little monkey kept poking its head out and looking around.
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"
There were muffled sounds.
Coming from the inner room.
The old Taoist was startled and immediately reached his hand into his crotch, ready at any time!
Zhou Ze naturally opened the door to the inner room.
The door was pushed open.
The door is facing the wall.
Splashed with bloody spots,
It's like ink-splashing art has reached its peak.
It gives people an extremely stimulating shock.
In its roughness, it carries connotations that stir people’s imagination;
Within the neatness, there is hidden a heart-pounding madness.
A middle-aged man in his thirties, wearing only shorts, was sitting on a man.
He was holding something like a brick in his hand.
He was constantly hitting the person who had already died under him.
Smash it down.
"Bang!"
"Baji!"
Blood splattered.
It is obvious that the ink splashed on the wall is the masterpiece of the man in front of him.
Zhou Ze felt ashamed for having come uninvited and entered the artist's creative territory without permission.
Yes,
It really feels that way.
He can see that
The man in front of me,
He hammered with concentration, seriousness and perseverance.
His arms must have been sore by now.
But he still persisted.
This is a kind of persistence in art.
It prompted him to unleash the potential in his body.
Its feeling,
It is no less than cycling thousands of kilometers, and no less than hiking across the Sahara.
When Zhou Ze and Lao Dao appeared at the door,
The man in his shorts raised his head.
Looking at the two people at the door,
Suddenly he grinned.
Showing yellow teeth,
Obviously,
He doesn't pay much attention to personal hygiene.
Just like artists don't seem to like to retouch their appearance,
If you don't look a little sloppy, you can't show your own accent.
But his smile was full of purity, and even had a little bit of sincerity and joy.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!"
He gave a roar of joy.
and,
And looked back at the wall behind him,
Like a painter, showing his meticulous work to others.
The old Taoist swallowed his saliva and clenched his crotch with his five fingers.
I was thinking,
Is this a human or a ghost
It's probably not a human.
It’s definitely not a human!
Thinking about it,
The old Taoist glanced at his boss from the corner of his eye.
He saw,
The boss raised his hands.
“Snap! Snap! Snap!”
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