Slowly opening his eyes, Du Kang's lips curled into a smile. He carefully put the booklet into his pocket, pushed the door open, and walked into the shop. He saw that Weiwei was still holding her tablet and watching online dramas. The sky outside had completely darkened. The traffic on the road was busy, and lanterns were lit on both sides of the road.
"Dao?
My own Dao?
Yin and Yang?
Life and death?
No, it's too pretentious. What is my Dao?
Could it be that Ye Zilong found his own Dao, and that's why his strength skyrocketed? "
Du Kang thought to himself. He had already walked to Weiwei's side and looked at the screen. Sure enough, it was the kind of lousy movie that could hold up the entire drama. However, Weiwei was still watching it with relish.
"Well, Sister Chu, do you know what Dao is?" Du Kang asked tentatively.
"Dao?"
Weiwei was stunned. She pressed the pause button and turned to look at Du Kang strangely. She tilted her head and asked, "Why did you suddenly ask what Dao is?"
"Well …" Du Kang touched the tip of his nose, hesitating whether to tell Weiwei what Gongzi Yu had said. In the end, he denied it and said with a laugh, "It's nothing. I just suddenly wanted to ask after reading the booklet you gave me."
"Sigh, actually, Dao is very hard to explain. As the saying goes, Dao is not Dao. Dao itself has many explanations. For example, one's belief can be said to be one's Dao, or the rules between heaven and earth are also Dao, which is the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth. However, Dao is always there, but there are very few people who can understand Dao. Since you can ask what Dao is, then you're about to enter Dao. Not bad, not bad.
Keep it up, keep it up! "Weiwei said, imitating Sister Chi Ling. She clenched her small fists coyly, which almost made Du Kang's nose bleed.
"Well, I know, I know."
Du Kang looked up at the clock on the wall. It was late, so he asked Weiwei what she wanted for dinner. Weiwei rested her chin on her hand and thought for a while. Finally, she patted the table and said, "Xiao Pang, I made a great and correct decision. Let's go to Yun Jie's for dinner!"
"Eh, this decision is really great." Du Kang's face was filled with black lines. He was defeated by the girl in front of him.
The two tidied up the restaurant. Before they left, Weiwei especially reminded Du Kang to bring an insulated lunch box, as well as the one Yun Jie gave Du Kang.
"I was wondering why the chicken soup tasted so good. It turns out it was made by Yun Jie. No wonder," Du Kang muttered softly as he followed behind Weiwei with an insulated lunch box in each hand.
Her small ears twitched and she heard Du Kang's words clearly. The corners of her mouth curled up and she smiled like a little devil.
Du Kang got in the car and threw the two insulated lunch boxes on the back seat. He leaned against the passenger seat and prepared to rest. After all, he had been busy from morning to night and had never had a moment to rest. He was a little tired.
"Hey, what?!
Okay, I know. I'll be there soon. "
Weiwei's phone suddenly rang. She frowned as she listened to it. The car turned around and headed straight for the Medical University.
"Sister Chu, what's wrong?" Du Kang opened one eye and asked.
"Something happened at the Medical University. We have to go there now," Weiwei said as she stepped on the accelerator. The engine roared, and the car sped away.
"Xiao Pang, hurry up. It's just in front." The car rushed into the Medical University. Following the instructions on the phone, the car went straight to the Anatomy Building.
"Why is it here again?
Could it be?! "
Du Kang frowned when he saw that they had arrived at this place again. He subconsciously reached for his waist and held onto the Octupole Crash Dragon Head. He would act immediately if there was any sign of trouble.
As soon as the car stopped, Jiao Zhitong and Yang Kangle rushed down the stairs anxiously.
"Weiwei, you're finally here. Hurry up, something big happened again." Jiao Zhitong looked anxious. He pulled Weiwei and ran into the Anatomy Building without any explanation.
Du Kang and Yang Kangle followed closely behind Jiao Zhitong. Du Kang lowered his voice and asked Yang Kangle what happened that made even a sly old fox like Jiao Zhitong so anxious.
"Sigh, don't mention it. It was originally fine. But the day before yesterday, a few students who had nothing better to do insisted on playing Pen Spirit in this basement. Something happened. Two of them died on the spot. The others ran away. Today, another two died."
Yang Kangle's expression was also anxious and fearful. He gave Du Kang a brief account of the recent events.
It turned out that after Du Kang left in a fit of anger, Jiao Zhitong and Yang Kangle also slipped away. When they came back after dinner, Room 444 had been sealed up by Ye Zilong. He said that nothing happened and that everything was just Du Kang's tricks. He asked the two of them to lead the team back.
The school said that it was fine. Although Jiao Zhitong and Yang Kangle felt that there must be something fishy about it, they could not force it, so they could only lead the team back. Two days passed in a row, and nothing major happened in the Medical University. The two of them also relaxed. In addition, the two of them were busy with official business all day long, so they gradually ignored it.
Until yesterday, when someone called the police at around 1 am, saying that there was a murder in the basement of the Anatomy Building of the Medical University. Yang Kangle's heart was in his throat. After asking for instructions from Jiao Zhitong, the two of them led the team to the crime scene.
The person who called the police was an ordinary old man in his fifties. He said that he just saw five young people running from the direction of the Anatomy Building in a panic from the surveillance camera.
When the guard chased after them, they had already disappeared. He was worried that something had been stolen from the autopsy building. If something was really stolen, he would not be able to escape responsibility, so he took the flashlight and ran to the autopsy building to take a look.
When he arrived at the building, he found that the building's door was wide open. There was blood dripping from the building all the way to the bottom of the stairs.
Seeing that there was blood, it was past one o 'clock in the morning. The surroundings were so quiet that there was not even a passerby. The guard suddenly felt uneasy. He took the flashlight and shone it in the dark hall. He found that there was a person lying on the ground in the middle of the hall. The person was covered in blood. The guard was so scared that his blood pressure suddenly rose.
After shouting twice, there was no response, so he called the police and said that someone had died.
When Jiao Zhitong and the rest arrived, the old man was so scared that he almost lost his pulse. He was hiding behind a lamppost opposite the Anatomy Building, shivering.
After a brief understanding of the situation, Jiao Zhitong and Yang Kangle led the team into the Anatomy Building. Indeed, on the granite floor in the middle of the hall, there was a woman lying face down in a pool of blood.
The accompanying forensic doctor squatted down and turned the woman over. Even though they were used to seeing murder scenes, they almost vomited on the spot.
The woman was young, petite, and curvaceous. The sky blue dress with floral straps on it had been dyed dark red by the blood.
His face had been scratched beyond recognition. Strips of flesh hung off his face, and white bones could even be seen in some places. His eyeballs had been dug out, leaving only two black holes. His blood vessels and nerves drooped out of his eye sockets like two blood-red slugs.