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Zhou Ze and Lao Dao followed the screams and found that floor. Because of Zhou Ze's inconvenient legs and feet, when they arrived, there were already many people gathered there. Three floors and three floors;
There are even some patients wearing patient uniforms holding their drip bottles in one hand and leaning on the wall with the other to eat melons, which profoundly explained what life is endless and the enthusiasm for watching the excitement is endless.
There are a few nurses nearby who are comforting a girl, and someone is calling to inform the security of the hospital, who should be here soon.
Because Zhou Ze was also wearing a white coat, He Laodao easily squeezed through the crowd and walked inside.
On the ground, there was a puddle of yellow-brown pus, and there was something like egg yolk constantly floating there. People who didn't know it thought someone had peeled the egg and thrown it in. Only Zhou Ze knew that this thing Children are actually human eyeballs.
"Boss, this guy's amniotic fluid has also broken."
The old Taoist whispered in Zhou Ze's ear.
Zhou Ze frowned slightly. The more critical the old man is, the more he likes to mess up. This may be his self-protection mechanism in tense situations, and he can't help but relax himself in tense moments.
Immediately afterwards, Zhou Ze stretched out his index finger and put it in the pus below to stir it.
When the old man saw this scene, he also squatted aside, stretched out his fingers and put it in and stirred it. To be honest, this thing is too disgusting, but the boss is like this, so he can only keep up.
It has to be said that Lao Dao is a very pursuing person. Whether he is following the previous boss or the current boss, he has a strong desire to learn and imitate.
Immediately, the old man saw the scene where he wanted to spit out his supper. Zhou Ze actually put his middle finger in his mouth and sucked it, then lowered his head in thought, as if he was distinguishing the ingredients in it.
at the same time,
Still smash it, smash it, mouth it.
So hard?
What's the smell?
The old man hesitated for a moment,
?I made many struggles in a short period of time, but in the end,
He also put the finger that had just stirred the pus into his mouth, and tasted it. The taste was so strong that the spicy tingling sensation erupted directly in his mouth, and his throat was hotter than drinking high-grade liquor.
Even, there is a taste of aged seafood, a taste that boys basically know and some girls also know.
The old man's face was turning green, but seeing his boss continued to meditate there as usual, at this moment, the old man felt an inexplicable ache in his heart, feeling admiring Zhou Ze's high mountain.
I can bear this taste, I'm really not human!
Zhou Ze turned his head sideways, saw the miserable face of the old man who had just been fertilized, and then looked at the liquid still remaining on the old man's fingertips, and asked in surprise:
"What are you doing?"
The old Taoist patted his chest lightly, and said solemnly: "Shen Nong tastes all kinds of herbs, what you can do, boss, the poor Taoist can naturally do."
Zhou Ze nodded and smiled.
The old man felt flattered, as if at this moment he was finally recognized by the boss, just like the ancestor Bodhi knocked three times on the back of the monkey's head.
"I use my index finger to stir, and I put my middle finger in my mouth."
Zhou Ze raised his finger at the old Taoist, and continued:
"When I was eating supper, I got a leek stuck between my teeth. I just fiddled with it. Who has a sick mind to taste the taste of this thing. Are you abused?"
"" the old man said.
The old man wanted to say something more, but immediately his stomach started to convulse, he pushed away the crowd around him, went straight to the bathroom and started to vomit.
Zhou Ze rubbed his chin silently. The frightened girl was still sitting in the ward, and a few nurses were comforting her beside her. Zhou Ze didn't ask about the girl's condition, after all, he had experienced it in the morgue before. Almost the same scene.
It's just that some things are just trivial scenes for me, but for ordinary people, they are enough to shock the world.
The dead body suddenly sat up,
Fatal injuries come from extremely sharp nails that can be used as sharp weapons,
The last pus of the corpse,
Everything indicated that Chuan felt that the murderer was not an ordinary person, but a devil hiding in the darkness. Even since Zhou Ze became a ghost messenger, he had never encountered such a mysterious opponent.
That thing, obviously cannot be regarded as an ordinary ghost.p; "Good."
"Ding dong"
The notification tone from WeChat,
Zhou Ze narrowed down the call, opened WeChat,
This is a very sloppy sketch, but the characters in the sketch made Zhou Ze's pupils shrink.
"What are you kidding?" Zhou Ze asked.
"Hehe, I don't believe it's you, but the person I drew based on the known conditions and clues is really similar to you. How is it? I beg you, I just ask you if you are interested ?¡±
"What interest?"
"I can get all the information from the police investigation here." Wang Ke on the other end of the phone rubbed his eyebrows and said a little tiredly: "Although I really don't want to admit it, and I feel a little helpless, but I feel more and more that the murderer of this incident , may not be human."
"Are you at the police station?"
"No, I'm at home, you can come to my house, the dossier and the latest information will be collected here." Wang Ke paused, and said: "Besides, I'm still cooking broth for supper, you can come and eat some .¡±
The last paragraph was directly ignored by Zhou Ze, and he said directly: "I will come."
After finishing speaking, Zhou Ze was about to hang up the phone, but Wang Ke's voice came again: "Don't hang up the phone in a hurry."
"Anything else?"
"Well, I didn't have the chance to say it to others before, and it's not good for others to say such things, it's like scolding;
But this time, it is rare to have this opportunity, and this is the first time I have said this to others:
Happy Ching Ming Festival. "(Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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