"Yun Jie?
How come you're here? "
Du Kang and Weiwei looked at Yun Jie, who suddenly appeared in front of them, and felt incredulous. Weiwei turned her hand, took out a paper talisman from her waist, and held it in her hand. She asked sternly, "Who are you, demons, monsters, and demons in front of me? Show yourself!"
Yun Jie looked at Du Kang, and then looked at Weiwei. She covered her mouth and giggled. "Weiwei, Xiao Pang, did you two drink too much?
Demons, monsters, and demons? Have you ever seen such a good-looking demon? "
Du Kang poked Weiwei with his finger, and said in a low voice, "Sister Chu, it seems to be Yun Jie."
"Uh!"
Weiwei was stunned, and she wiped her eyes with her fingers. Well, Yun Jie was still Yun Jie, the real one. Weiwei's little face turned red, and she muttered in her heart, "What a disgrace, what a disgrace."
But she was still stubborn, and she rolled her eyes at Du Kang. "I knew it. It was just a joke."
Looking at Weiwei's proud and innocent look, Du Kang could only secretly laugh in his heart. He helped Weiwei to walk to Yun Jie, and asked why Yun Jie suddenly appeared in the Medical University in the middle of the night.
"I'm here to see my sister off. Didn't I tell you, Weiwei?"
Yun Jie looked at Weiwei's pale face, messy clothes, blood dripping from the corner of her mouth, and hair like a bird's nest. Yun Jie frowned slightly. "Weiwei, tell me, what are you and Xiao Pang doing here?"
She turned her head and looked at Du Kang very seriously. "Xiao Pang, let me tell you, our Weiwei is a good girl. Don't go too far, or I won't forgive you!"
"Uh!"
Weiwei looked at Yun Jie's serious face, and then looked at Du Kang. She felt a little puzzled, and asked Yun Jie what was wrong.
Yun Jie didn't say anything, but took Weiwei from Du Kang with a calm face. She helped Weiwei walk back, and didn't forget to glare at Du Kang before leaving.
Du Kang stayed where he was, waiting for Jiao Zhitong and the others. As he watched Sister Yun and Weiwei walk further and further away, he felt depressed. "What are they talking about? Really, all women are like this. They don't even ask for the truth and immediately say that I'm in the wrong. Why don't you look at the floor …"
Du Kang squatted on the ground and grumbled indignantly. Suddenly, he stood up as if he had discovered something. He looked around the small square and found that it was empty. His heart skipped a beat. "Damn it, where are those white-haired zombies?
Oh no, Sister Chu. "
Just as Du Kang was about to chase after them, he heard a slight groan behind him. He turned around and found it was Yang Kangle. This guy had opened his eyes and was struggling to sit up.
"Kang Le, you're awake!"
Du Kang hurriedly turned around and ran to Yang Kangle to help him up. He felt that the coldness on his body had receded a lot, and his face had recovered a lot. Although it was still a little pale, it wasn't a big deal.
"Ah, why are you dead?"
Yang Kangle looked at Du Kang, who was helping him up. His eyes gradually became clear, and then he laughed bitterly. "Forget it, it's good that you're dead. We can accompany each other on the road to hell, and we won't have to worry about loneliness. It's a pity, if only we had an acquaintance, we could play Landlord with each other."
Well, Du Kang saw that Yang Kangle was awake, but his brain was playing tricks. "You're the one who's dead. I haven't lived enough. Besides, even if I die, it's too boring to go on the road with you. No matter what, there needs to be a girl with a curvy chest and a slender waist and long legs."
"Uh, so you're saying that we're not dead!"
Yang Kangle finally reacted. He turned his hands and tightly grabbed Du Kang's hands that were supporting him. His voice was trembling with excitement.
"Have you ever seen a ghost that has a heartbeat, can breathe, and can still play Landlord?"
Du Kang rolled his eyes at Yang Kangle, pulled his hands out, and helped him to find a clean place to sit down and rest.
"Hey, the two over there, are you done yet? Can someone pay attention to me? Otherwise, I'm really out of breath!"
A weak voice came from the side. Du Kang turned his head and saw a middle-aged man in his thirties waving his arm.
"It's Brother Song, uh … Brother Fatty, I'll trouble you to bring him over." Yang Kangle looked at the frowning Du Kang. "Brother Fatty, what's wrong? Is there something wrong?"
"First, my name is Du Kang. You can call me Ah Du or Ah Kang. Second, I haven't graduated from university, so I'm not as old as you. Don't call me Brother, especially Brother Fatty!"
Du Kang emphasized the word "Fatty". Seeing that Yang Kangle nodded, he got up and helped the middle-aged policeman called Brother Song over.
In the meantime, Du Kang also checked on the others. He realized that they were still unconscious, so he didn't waste his energy. He would wait for Jiao Zhitong to come over and let them do as they see fit. However, Du Kang focused on Old Madam Du's injuries. He was relieved when he realized that her injuries were similar to those of the other policemen.
"Hey, did you see where the zombies went?"
Du Kang walked back to Yang Kangle and sat down. He didn't feel anything before, but now that he relaxed, he immediately felt pain in his arms and legs. His entire body felt like it was falling apart. He talked to Yang Kangle while moving his limbs.
Yang Kangle leaned away to prevent himself from being "accidentally injured" by Du Kang. He shook his head with a bitter expression, "You saw everything I saw. How could I see what you didn't see?"
"You … Oh, right, right, right. You fainted, you didn't see …" Du Kang slapped his head. How could he forget that Yang Kangle fainted on the spot?
"Why didn't you ask me?"
Brother Song's lazy voice came from the side. Du Kang and Yang Kangle turned their heads and saw Brother Song leaning against a crooked tree, smoking.
"You know!
Tell me! "
Du Kang was really afraid that those white-haired zombies would return. Now that he and Weiwei were seriously injured, if they encountered those "demons" again, they could only wait for death.
"En, don't worry, let me smoke, slowly, slowly …" Brother Song took a deep drag of his cigarette and slowly exhaled a thick cloud of smoke. His entire face was covered in smoke, "When you rushed into the anatomy building, a headless thing followed. That guy wasn't interested in the few of us, but it surrounded those white-haired zombies. Yes, it circled around those white-haired zombies. Later, I don't know what happened, but that thing opened its mouth and inhaled, and those white-haired zombies turned into black smoke and were swallowed by it. Not even a hair was left. At that time, I didn't dare to move, so I held my breath and pretended to be dead."
"Get to the point, get to the point. What happened next?"
Yang Kangle listened with great interest. He really didn't know whether to say that this guy was heartless or that he had a strong thirst for knowledge.
"After that, that thing also followed us into the building, and then he came out with that girl."
Brother Song took a deep drag and crushed the remaining half of his cigarette on the ground. He leaned his head against the tree trunk and let out a long breath, "Kang Le, this might be the last time the two of us work together?"