You could call it an escape, but you could also call it a victory to buy time.
The Bodhisattva must have realized that he had become the "scapegoat" of the last generation, so he came back to life.
Everyone was racing against time.
He dodged it.
The last generation.
Only the old Daoist would win.
If he did not avoid it, the Bodhisattva would have the opportunity to find the old Taoist before the Xuanyuan Sword fell.
The rules were simple.
Everyone was racing against time.
Bodhisattva and Truth Listener had hurt themselves time and time again. Zhou Ze did not want to judge them with the worst of intentions. Perhaps they were really just doing it casually.
Furthermore, they should have turned themselves into "ordinary people" just like the two of them.
In fact, their casual actions were indeed effective.
Yesterday, Harken was the one who was injured, so it was given an extra bed to stay in the same ward as the two of them.
Maybe they didn't realize it.
Half a day after he was discharged from the hospital,
Once again, they did as they pleased.
He entered the hospital again!
After entering the palace for the second time, the direction was already very clear.
This meant that the person they were looking for was in the hospital.
"Old Priest."
"What's wrong, boss?"
"I … I'm fine."
Zhou ze shook his head.
He really wanted to take the initiative to do something. After all, it was related to his family's life, so his subjective initiative was still very strong.
But at this time, he really did not know what to do.
If he did too much, he might alert the enemy.
Discharge?
Just like Bodhisattva and the others last night.
Sneaking out of the hospital,
Stay away from them?
But what if this is a kind of balance?
Since everyone had turned into ordinary people, did that mean that whoever broke the rules of the game first would lose?
Boss Zhou didn't know how to tell fortunes, and he also thought that Yinggou was too lazy to play this kind of trick.
Thinking back to the scene in the dream the day before yesterday,
The last generation substituted blood for wine and dug out meat to cook.
You could say it was an expression of gratitude for past care.
But more likely,
It was a tacit understanding on this matter.
Therefore, no matter how he thought about it, the key to the cause and effect of the entire matter should still be the old Daoist.
Bodhisattva's Great Art of Begging Alms VS Book House's Karma Weapon!
Since that was the case, what he needed to do now.
Was he really going to do nothing?
Then, rely on the old Daoist to improvise?
"Old Priest."
"What's wrong, boss?"
The old Taoist did not dare to be impatient.
"Thank you for your hard work."
"Eh …"
After saying that, Zhou Ze laid on the bed with a clear conscience and started playing with his phone.
The old Daoist continued to sit back and watch TV.
This day, until after dinner, it was very peaceful.
Perhaps the department was different, or perhaps Bodhisattva was still in the ICU.
Therefore, there were no more patients in this ward.
The old priest packed up the lunch box and walked to Zhou Ze's bedside.
"Boss, should I send you to the morgue?"
Zhou Ze shook his head. "I'm not going."
Boss Zhou did not understand this kind of metaphysical karma, but according to the development of the plot in the movie,
If he insisted on going to the mortuary just to sleep at this time, he would definitely die.
Maybe in the hallway.
Maybe in the elevator.
Maybe even at the door of the morgue.
He would meet the Bodhisattva or the Harken.
Wasn't it just another night?
Boss Zhou felt that he could do it. How big of a problem was it?
"Uh, then boss, I'll go take a shower first. Do you want to take a shower?"
"You wash first. Prepare a basin of water for me. I'll wipe my body later."
"Okay, boss."
The old priest went to the bathroom.
Very soon,
The sound of water flowing came from inside.
Zhou Ze picked up the lighter and cigarette that the old priest had placed in the drawer of the bedside table and lit one.
Smoking in the ward was really uncultured, and it was also extremely bad.
However, considering that he and the old priest were the ones who were being hurt, the guilt in his heart was greatly reduced.
He blew out a smoke ring.
The television suddenly went black.
The lights went out.
"Clang!"
There was a sound from the bathroom.
About five seconds later, the electricity was restored. The lights were on. The television started to introduce cosmetics again.
Zhou Ze got out of bed, walked to the bathroom door, and opened it.
Fortunately, the old priest did not have the habit of locking the door when he took a shower. After opening the door, Zhou Ze saw the old priest struggling to stand up with his hands on the handrail.
Because of the power outage, he had fallen hard. His nose was broken and bleeding. There were also bruises on his forehead and eyes.
He probably hit the railing first and then fell face down to the ground.
Zhou Ze reached out and helped the old priest up.
The old priest looked at his face in the mirror. He did not cry out in pain, but he did not know whether to laugh or cry.
"Boss..."
"Wipe it first to stop the bleeding."
He took out two pieces of tissue from the bathroom and crumpled them into a ball. He first helped the old priest block his bleeding nostrils, then wiped the blood stains on the old priest's face with a wet towel. Finally, he helped the old priest walk out.
After sitting down on the hospital bed.
The old priest subconsciously reached out to ring the bell.
It would be convenient to call a nurse to deal with a fall in the hospital.
Zhou Ze's eyelids suddenly twitched, and his gaze focused.
Instinctively, he still felt that it was a little risky to call the nurse in to deal with this matter at this time. Increasing communication with the outside of the ward in the middle of the night would also increase the risk of exposure.
The old priest was the best at observing people's expressions. Otherwise, with his habit of testing the waters on the edge of danger, he would have died many times over.
"Boss, let's not press it?"
Zhou Ze came back to his senses and shook his head.
"Press it. Call the nurse in to help deal with it."
After saying that,
Zhou Ze returned to his hospital bed.
Since he was accompanying the old priest the whole time and the old priest was the main force, it was better for him not to interfere.
Perhaps the old priest's fall just now was also a setting in the dark, a part of the game to break the game.
Boss Zhou suddenly felt a little tired. This game could easily make people paranoid. It was as if eating a meal and farting involved a series of karma problems.
"Hey, okay."
The old priest rang the bell.
Not long after.
A nurse walked over and pushed the door open to check the situation.
"Ah, how did you fall like this?"
"I was just taking a shower when the power suddenly went out."
"I'll help you take care of it."
The nurse supported the old priest. It seemed that she was going out to deal with it.
The old priest looked at Zhou Ze.
Zhou Ze nodded.
The old priest was helped away by the nurse.
Boss Zhou was the only one left in the ward. It seemed a little empty.
Zhou Ze lit another cigarette.
After smoking a cigarette,
He waited for about forty minutes.
The old priest hadn't come back yet.
Boss Zhou couldn't wait any longer. It wasn't that he didn't believe in the old priest. If the old priest was facing someone else, such as that Gou Xin, Zhou Ze could be at ease.
But this time, he was facing a Bodhisattva. It was impossible to be at ease.
He got out of bed and left the ward.
Zhou Ze walked to the nurses' station first.
One nurse was doing a report while the other was playing with her phone.
This was the work of the hospital. Other than some special departments that needed to be busy all the time, some departments could watch dramas when they were really busy.
"Hello, what's the matter?"
The nurse took the initiative to ask.
"Um, an old man who fell was brought out to deal with it. Where did he go?"
"Oh, it's down there. On the fourth floor."
"Oh, okay. Thank you."
Zhou Ze walked into the elevator and went down to the fourth floor.
When he got out of the elevator, he saw the old priest.
The old priest was sitting on a metal chair by the corridor. Beside him was a woman in her forties.
This should be one of the surgical floors. At the innermost end should be the operating theater.
The woman's family should be undergoing surgery. The old priest was comforting her.
It could be seen that the injury on the old priest's face had already been treated. Although he looked a little miserable, he was wearing a patient's gown anyway. With some plaster, he looked more like a patient.
"Cough..."
Zhou Ze coughed.
The old priest raised his head.
When he saw his boss, the old priest scratched his head in embarrassment. He comforted the girl a few more times before standing up.
Actually, the old priest could not be blamed. He did not know his identity, so he naturally did not know the nature of the whole matter. He did not even know why his boss was staying in the hospital.
"Boss, why did you come down?"
"I came to look for you."
"I'm fine. This girl's son is undergoing surgery. I'm comforting her."
The consolation here really didn't have the slightest bit of other qualities.
It was not like lawyer an was drinking. There must be other motives for treating the girl to a drink.
"Boss, let's go back."
The old priest took the initiative to press the elevator.
God knew how to press the button, but it did not light up.
"Eh, what's wrong?"
The old priest pressed the button several times, but there was no reaction.
Poke, poke, poke,
Poke, poke, poke, poke,
It still did not light up.
The old priest tried the nearby elevators, but none of them lit up.
"Hey, that's weird."
Zhou Ze stood silently at the side and did not say anything. Looking at the old priest pressing the button back and forth, he felt that the old priest was starting to work.
But..,
What about the target?
"Gululu, Gululu..."
The stretcher cart was pushed over by a group of doctors and nurses.
The person lying on it should have just finished the surgery.
A nurse pressed the elevator button.
It lit up.
The old priest's eyes widened.
If he had not taken it before, he would have thought that the elevator in this hospital had fingerprint identification.
Generally speaking, the elevators in the hospital were either very large or normal. The large ones were for the convenience of the stretcher cart.
The elevator door opened.
The doctors and nurses carried the stretcher cart in.
But at this moment.
For some reason.
The elevator door began to close without any warning.
And after touching the obstacle, it did not bounce back again.
A few nurses had already entered the elevator, and a few medical staff were still outside the elevator.
The elevator door clipped the stretcher cart.
The patient who had just undergone surgery was still lying on it.
The elevator door did not cut the stretcher cart in half.
Just as the medical staff began to call for people and call the relevant departments.
The elevator began to move.
It began to move up.
The stretcher cart was clipped and pushed upward.
But the elevator door was stuck here.
So.
Waiting for its fate.
It would be cut in half!!!