Zhou Ze rubbed his face. To be honest, he still couldn't understand why Ying Gou would do such a thing "sneakily"?
This was not in line with Yinggou's style. Iron Blockhead had always been the kind of person who would charge at five people on the opposite side and shout,
"Hurry up, I've already surrounded five of them!"
Iron-Headed people were a complete mess.
How could he do such a thing?
Perhaps it was because he was too relaxed before that he didn't notice the change in his mood very early.
He felt that his anger was a little too intense, but he instinctively began to find excuses for his emotions.
If it wasn't for the old Daoist who kept pulling him,
Perhaps he had not woken up yet.
Perhaps..,
After he went in,
It was just a massacre.
Only by killing could he calm himself down.
Then he sat on the bloody floor.
He calmed himself down.
Only now did he realize that he was bewildered?
However, after the old priest shouted, Zhou Ze could only temporarily put aside his other thoughts and walked to the door.
About Yinggou.
He could slowly settle the score when he returned to bed at night.
Since it was daytime,
He naturally had to do what he had to do.
It was no wonder that the old Daoist was so panicked.
On the kitchen stove, a fat middle-aged woman was lying there with a kitchen knife stuck in her chest. The knife was very deep, and the woman's body should have been cut many times. There was a series of knife marks on her face.
Like a big persimmon bitten by a dog, it exploded into a complete mess.
It was an old-fashioned, classic stove in the countryside. There were two pots, and the woman's head was upside down in one pot while her feet were in the other.
Fortunately, there was no water boiling in the pot. If there was water and the two pots boiled at the same time, the woman's body would probably tremble together.
If he cooked vegetables and porridge separately, tsk tsk …
Hmm?
What am I thinking?
Zhou Ze frowned slightly.
He felt that he needed to see Wang Hua about his psychological problems. This might not only be due to Yinggou's influence on him, but it might also be due to his internal factors that had begun to change.
Actually..,
Zhou ze felt that..,
Even Wang Ke, a psychiatrist, was useless.
But look at Wang Ke.
He could always find some positive energy for himself.
Look, this childhood friend is still trying his best to smile and live.
In this world,
What hurdle was there that he could not 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 by the Story Gallery before entering his office.
The patient would excitedly hold Wang Ke's hand and say,
"We all need to be strong!"
…
"Dead?"
The old Daoist priest looked at Zhou Ze with an ugly expression.
He was not frightened, but he could not help but feel that this matter was a little strange. How could someone suddenly die?
"Why are you looking at me? I didn't do it."
Zhou Ze's answer was very stiff.
From his tone, there was an attitude of 'even if I did it, it doesn't matter'.
The old Daoist nodded with difficulty because Zhou Ze came with him, so it was indeed not Zhou Ze who did it.
The two of them walked in. The fat woman's blood had soaked more than half of the stove.
It was a simple village stove.
An unwashed wok.
Fat, elderly women,
Blood, blood, blood.
The silence of death.
If a high-definition photo of the banner was taken and framed,
On both sides were two photos of hot Victoria's Secret girls on the runway.
At a glance,
That demeanor.
Tsk tsk..
Zhou Ze touched his forehead again.
No.
He really had to look for Wang Ke.
This was just an appetizer. It was like a warm-up before the party. From the kitchen, it was the living room.
In the middle of the living room, there was a statue of a god. It was a little abstract. For the time being, it was impossible to tell which god was hanging there. However, one thing was certain. This god seemed to be a little derelict.
It was just like how the monks in the temple were all skinny. It definitely meant that the Bodhisattva who came here was not strong enough.
Under the statue,
A woman was leaning against the cabinet with her head bleeding.
It was the perfect silent accusation.
The woman must have been beaten first and then pushed here. Her head hit the metal protrusion behind the cabinet.
It was like the melodramatic plot in countless TV dramas. A man pushed a woman and did not want to kill her. However, the woman died because there was a damned thing behind her.
The scriptwriters were too careless. For the sake of the melodramatic plot, they did not care about the more melodramatic way of death.
Zhou Ze walked over, turned his head, and looked back.
Oh,
He saw it.
It was a sharp thing that looked like the handle of a cabinet.
It had a silver luster, but it was probably not silver.
This thing..,
Was currently piercing into the back of the woman's head,
The woman sat there with her eyes open. Her expression was painful, but it had already frozen.
The safest thing in this world was not the freezer, nor was it the fresh-keeping bag, but... death.
The Grim Reaper pressed the pause button,
Then he played the game.
over，
He turned around confidently,
Leaving behind a black and white screen.
The old priest moved closer to Zhou Ze, very careful.
"Old Priest, pull her head out."
Zhou Ze pointed at the young woman.
"Squeak, Squeak, Squeak!"
Monkey, who had been lying on the old priest's shoulder, pointed at the woman and called out a few times.
"Oh, is she a kidnapper?"
Zhou Ze came to a realization.
Obviously, there was more than just a man's aura left on Bi Yuntao.
The old priest squatted down. He thought that the boss had asked him to do this to find some clues. He was really about to reach out to pull the woman's head.
However, Zhou Ze reached out and pressed down on his shoulder,
"I'm joking. Do you want to see a hot spring show?"
"Oh, okay."
The old priest stood up shakily. His head was in a daze.
To be honest, he did not know why, but he had seen two corpses in a row. But in his heart, what he was really afraid of was not the two corpses and the cause of death behind them, but the boss beside him.
Boss,
Why did he feel like he was still a little excited?
Zhou Ze really wanted to find a pool and wash his face. He kept feeling that his mind was a little unclear. Was it probably the aftereffects of winning the hook?
However,
On second thought,
It seemed that it was not appropriate to push all the blame onto winning the hook and turn winning the hook into a scapegoat.
Zhou Ze took out a cigarette. The old priest suddenly reminded him,
"Boss, the police will be here later."
If they found the cigarette butt, it would be difficult to explain.
"It's okay. We can be witnesses. No, it seems like we should be called discoverers at the scene."
When the old priest heard this, he still shook his head,
A discoverer of the crime scene who was still in the mood to smoke while standing next to the corpse?
In the end, Zhou Ze still smoked a cigarette. Nicotine really had no effect on him anymore, but this habitual action could always bring him some habitual peace.
Then,
He walked inside,
He saw the pool he wanted.
However, on the other side of the pool,
It had already been occupied by someone first,
And he would probably occupy it for a long time,
Heh,
This kind of person,
Really uncultured.
The walking stick fell to the side and had already been broken.
An old man's face was still floating in the pool. His legs were leaning back, maintaining a sense of dynamic balance.
His head was still floating in the pool.
There was still water flowing out of the faucet,
In the entire bathroom,
There was a layer of water.
There was still a rope around the old man's neck, extending to the ground.
The mirror above the pool had long been broken. Blood dyed the cracks red, but it magnified some of its characteristics.
Zhou Ze blew out a smoke ring,
He still remembered that there was a wax museum behind his study a while ago, but it had long since closed down. At this moment, he had the feeling of walking into a wax museum.
With a little relaxation, with a little leisure,
Enjoying this kind of death scene,
Dynamic, static, perverted,
Forming an exquisite carving that was pleasing to the eye.
But these things..,
Were more exciting than moving animation..,
More exciting.
The old priest had been pouting at the side. The little monkey would scurry his head from time to time and look around.
"Dong!
Dong!
Dong!
Dong! "
A series of muffled sounds,
Came from the inner room.
The old priest quivered and immediately reached into his crotch, ready at any time!
Zhou Ze naturally pushed open the door to the inner room,
The door was pushed open,
The door was facing the wall,
It was splashed with scarlet spots,
It was as if the art of splashing ink had reached the pinnacle,
It gave people an extremely stimulating and shocking feeling.
In the boorishness, there was a connotation that could stir people's imagination
In the neatness, there was a madness that made people's hearts palpitate.
A middle-aged man in his thirties, wearing only underpants, was sitting on a man,
He was also holding something that looked like a brick in his hand,
It was constantly smashing towards the person who had long been dead under him.
It smashed down,
"Bang!"
"Ba Ji!"
Blood splattered.
It was obvious that the splashing ink on the wall was the masterpiece of this man in front of him.
Zhou Ze felt a sense of shame that he had come uninvited and entered the creative territory of an artist without permission.
Yes..,
He really felt that way.
He could see that..,
The man in front of him..,
He was very focused, very serious, and very tenacious,
His arms should have been sore long ago,
But he was still persevering,
This was a kind of dedication to art,
It urged him to burst out the potential in his body.
It felt..,
It was no less than riding thousands of kilometers, and it was no less than hiking across the Sahara.
And when Zhou Ze and the old priest's figures appeared at the door,
The man wearing only underpants raised his head,
Looking at the two people at the door,
He suddenly grinned,
Revealing his yellowed teeth,
Obviously..,
He was not very particular about personal hygiene,
Just like how artists did not seem to like to shave their appearance,
If they were not a little sloppy, they would not be able to reflect their own tone.
But his smile was full of purity, and there was even a little sincerity and joy.
"Ow!
Ow!
Ow! "
He let out a cheer,
And..,
He even turned around to look at the wall behind him,
Like a painter, showing his painstaking results to others.
The old priest swallowed his saliva and pinched his crotch with his fingers,
He thought to himself,
Was this a human or a ghost?
It shouldn't be a human, right,
It definitely wasn't a human!
As he thought about it,
The old priest looked at his boss from the corner of his eye,
He saw..,
The boss raised his hands,
"Pa!
Pa!
Pa! "
Begin..,
Applause..