Boss Zhou now feels like he is living in "Strange Tales from a Liaozhai Studio",
Because in "Stories of Liaozhai", there are always various female ghosts, foxes, and even female corpses appearing inexplicably, falling in love with scholars inexplicably and then giving birth to various inexplicably results.
Boss Zhou is not the scholar in the story, but he still looks confused at this moment,
What the hell is going on here?
I obviously just sent off Lao Dao and Zhang Yanfeng,
Sitting on the sofa and waiting for Bai Yingying to deliver all the works of that woman.
As for whether he can discover important clues or find out the truth about the female writer's death tonight, Zhou Ze doesn't know, let's just let it go.
However, he wanted to let Yingying buy some red wine and some food later,
Sitting leisurely on the second floor of the villa, drinking and enjoying the breeze,
Yingying beat herself on the shoulder beside her,
Enjoy the corrupt life of old landlords and riches before liberation.
Although this is a haunted house, even a haunted house, Boss Zhou himself is a ghost messenger, and Yingying is also a zombie.
Into the haunted house,
It's really as cordial as going back to your own home,
It's like those hooligans on the street entering the detention center.
only,
The development of the matter fell into a strange arc,
Oh no,
It's a parabola!
first,
Who is this woman?
Zhou Ze thought it was a coincidence at first, but now Zhou Ze can conclude that it is definitely not some bloody coincidence.
In the beginning, her performance was normal, but now, I almost peeled off the skin on her back, but she still continued to dance with her arms around her?
coincide?
What a coincidence!
"It's so cold on my back."
The female writer put her lips close to Zhou Ze's ear, and whispered softly, like a frivolous girlfriend whispering to you.
Zhou Ze only felt that the world lost its logic at this moment,
at this time,
He has had enough,
He really had enough.
Regardless of whether you are a man or a ghost, whatever you are,
I'll just break your neck!
The nails grew longer again, turning into that sickle-like shape, and Zhou Ze mercilessly stabbed at the woman's neck!
"Pfft"
At first it was the sound of metal piercing into flesh,
But then it was like a cutting long tune drawn by the erhu.
Zhou Ze felt that he was holding a saw and cutting steel bars, and he didn't know whether he had a grudge against the saw or he was competing with himself.
The nails pierced the woman's neck, Zhou Ze kept thrusting back and forth,
But the woman was still dancing with Zhou Ze, she was so intoxicated by it that she couldn't extricate herself, it was like a ritual before a feast, sacred and indispensable.
Seeing it was still pitiful, Boss Zhou swore that even though he had had a miserable moment before, he had never been so embarrassing as he is now.
This woman is simply a freak, she doesn't care about oil and salt, even her own nails are nothing special to her.
The dance steps began to speed up, and the rhythm began to pick up, as if it had entered the finale.
The claws of Zhou Ze's other hand also pierced into the woman's neck, and the two pairs of nails on both hands, like two saws, were deeply embedded in the woman's body.
Boss Zhou was not from a butcher background, but after the woman's upper body was staggered back and forth, there was really not much left, and most of the bones were directly exposed.
The bones were very white and smooth, even with nails as sharp as Zhou Ze's, they couldn't leave too many marks on them.
"Hoo"
The woman tightly tightened Zhou Ze's hands.
"Honey, let's have dinner."
After dancing,
Dinner!
"boom!"
Zhou Ze was carried into the kitchen, and then he was pushed onto the sink. Generally speaking, this position is very common in some small movies, but at this time the positions of the male and female protagonists are a bit reversed.
The woman picked up the kitchen knife next to her,
When Zhou Ze's pupils froze,
He knows,
After the woman really puts the kitchen knife into her body, she will reallyOne-tenth.
Damn
What exactly is going on!
Zhou Ze turned his face and looked at the mirror in the bathroom.
At this moment,
He was stunned to find himself in the mirror roaring and struggling.
"You are" Zhou Ze immediately came to his senses, "Why did you get in there!"
Zhou Ze in the mirror was roaring desperately,
Zhou Ze couldn't hear the sound,
But probably,
Perhaps,
possible,
almost,
Can guess,
Is he swearing?
Zhou Ze's anger also suddenly rose,
Oh shit,
You slipped away without saying hello, so I couldn't even drive the car,
Do you still have the nerve to scold people?
Seems to have sensed what Zhou Ze was thinking,
The one in the mirror struggled and growled even more violently,
Estimated that if he could come out at this time,
There is even the heart of tearing oneself to pieces.
¡¡¡¡¡¡
"Here we are, it's here." The driver stopped the car, "Little girl, my car can't get in this neighborhood, you can go in there by yourself."
"Okay master, you settle the bill."
Bai Yingying got out of the car, and within a few steps, the driver called her from behind:
"Hey, little sister, you still haven't picked up a book here."
Bai Yingying ran back immediately, and the driver reached out and took out a book with difficulty from under the seat.
It should have been thrown off when the car slammed on the brakes before, but Bai Yingying didn't notice it, so she missed this book.
"Hey, "Two-Face Man", let's talk about ghost stories, isn't the little girl afraid of having nightmares after reading this?"
The driver joked honestly.
If the master driver knew that he was trying to persuade a zombie to read less ghost stories and avoid nightmares, he wondered how he would feel.
"I brought it to someone, thank you master."
"I actually like to read ghost stories, but I don't dare to read them when driving at night. I'll take a look at this profile;
There are two consciousnesses in a human body,
They originally lived in the same body, with conflicts, quarrels, wariness and anxiety,
But suddenly one day after one of the consciousnesses was locked in the mirror,
Another,
Instead, I began to become unaccustomed to the independent life I had longed for,
even began to actively look for the prisoner in the mirror
,another me¡¡"
The driver master smashed it, smashed it:
"Hehe, isn't this schizophrenia;
To put it so mysteriously, the gimmicks in these novels are getting more and more gaudy now, but they are not as flavorful as the martial arts books by Jin Yong and Gu Long we read when we were young. "
With that said, the master handed the book to Bai Yingying,