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Chapter 118 Pedestrians want to die

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    When Zhou Ze and Lao Dao walked out of the hospital, Bai Yingying happened to take a taxi. She was wearing a pair of blue jeans and a white sweater on her upper body. She looked very youthful and beautiful.

    Although she has been asleep for two hundred years, her age is still at twenty-eight years.

    "Boss." Bai Yingying greeted Zhou Ze across the road.

    "So the wild ones are easy to make trouble." The old man sniffed, looked at Bai Yingying who was walking from the opposite road, and sighed: "The domesticated ones are sensible."

    Now things are very clear, the murderer behind the scenes is most likely a zombie, and there happens to be a domesticated zombie in the bookstore, that is Bai Yingying.

    The old man has seen with his own eyes that Bai Yingying is in charge of cleaning and greeting guests, and has to sleep with the boss after work. She is really the most dedicated and good employee in the new era and the new century.

    "Boss, is the matter serious?" Bai Yingying walked over and asked, she knew that if the matter was not too difficult, the boss would not call her here on purpose.

    Zhou Ze looked at the old man and said, "Tell her about the situation." Immediately, Zhou Ze reached out and stopped a taxi, and everyone got into the car together.

    The car drove to the villa area, and the three of them got off the car and walked directly to the villa where Wang Ke was.

    He rang the doorbell, and soon, Wang Ke opened the door, and made a "please" gesture to Zhou Ze and others.

    "The soup will be ready soon, let's drink some together, and you can't lose your health even if you are busy with work."

    "Sir, what you said is very agreeable to Pindao."

    The old Taoist couldn't help being overjoyed, he had only eaten half of his supper before he had to pay the bill and ran back to the hospital with Zhou Ze, his stomach was not completely full yet.

    Everyone sat down in the living room. Wang Ke came over with four bowls of broth on a tray. Zhou Ze, Lao Dao, and Bai Yingying all put bowls in front of them, and he also brought a bowl himself.

    The broth is very pure, sprinkled with chopped green onion, and there are one or two drops of sesame oil on it, and there are two or three pieces of meat in each bowl.

    Seeing the old man gulping down the soup with a bowl in his hand, Zhou Ze sat on the side and shook his head slightly. For some reason, he felt nauseated in his heart. Obviously the soup in front of him hadn¡¯t moved at all, but the nausea  The strength is extremely strong.

    Bai Yingying didn't eat, and the soup in front of her didn't move.

    "Ha, it's fun!"

    The old man wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, seeing that Zhou Ze didn't move his chopsticks, he was a little surprised and said:

    "Boss, drink some to warm up your body."

    "I'm not hungry, you can eat." Zhou Ze said.

    "That's so embarrassing." The old man shied away.

    "Eat it, don't waste it."

    Having said that, Zhou Ze also brought the bowl of broth that was originally placed in front of Bai Yingying to the old Taoist.

    "Haha, then I will be disrespectful. Mr. Wang's culinary skills really have nothing to say."

    The old Taoist began to continue to feast on it.

    Zhou Ze felt that he couldn't stand it anymore, so he could only stand up and look at Wang Ke, "Let's talk about the case."

    Wang Ke nodded, put down the bowls and chopsticks in his hand, got up and signaled Zhou Ze to follow him into the study.

    There are a lot of materials on the desk in the study.

    "Here, this is the photo just sent. The corpses that were dissected are fine, and nothing happened, but there are a few corpses that have not been dissected in time, but abnormal changes have taken place. The corpses turned into pus, and  There were also some emergency responses that a dead person cannot have.

    For example, I suddenly sat up on a stretcher, and someone heard the sound of walking inside. After I received these news, I immediately thought of you.  "

    Wang Ke put a stack of photos in front of Zhou Ze,

    Zhou Ze asked while flipping through the photos:

    "Any other clues?"

    Zhou Ze is clear about the things in the photos, and he has experienced it himself just now.

    "The police investigated the identities of all the deceased. In fact, there was no major accident. The deceased were basically people related to the hospital. Therefore, the police thought that this was a vendetta. The murderer did such a crazy thing.  The purpose is for revenge.

    Now the police are already focusing on the suspects who have medical disputes with this hospital. However, this incident is really surprising. This hospital has not been investigated, and such a serious vicious incident has occurred  , some things simply cannot be hidden.

    Gambling, a game of gambling with human life, this is really surprising.  "

    Wang Ke stretched out his hand to support his mirror frame,If I am involved in this matter, do I still need to go to Mr. Zheng to be my grandson?  "

    Wang Ke made a lot of sense.

    Because it is impossible for him to predict what will happen now and then start acting in front of Zhou Ze in the past.

    "So, it's just a cover for you to call me here and show me the evidence with reference to this case?" Zhou Ze exhaled a puff of smoke ring, then shook the ash, watched the ashes fall on the carpet in the study, slowly  road:

    "Your real purpose is that you are afraid of death, so let me protect you?"

    "Don't talk about me so badly, brother." Wang Ke took off his gold-rimmed glasses, rubbed his eyebrows, and said, "The psychological profile I made, and the portrait I copied in the end, really look like you.  .

    In fact, I came to you to confess to you, because I think those people were probably killed by you, and your identity Well, I also know it.

    If it was you, wouldn't it be easy for me to call you over?  "

    Zhou Ze shook his head, "I'm not that free."

    "If it wasn't for you, then I might die tonight or tomorrow." Wang Ke shook his head helplessly.

    "I'll stay until tomorrow. You'd better pray that the murderer will come to you tonight."

    By implication,

    It's time to wait,

    It is impossible for Zhou Ze to be Wang Ke's bodyguard.

    "Where are your wife and daughter?" Zhou Ze asked.

    "I asked them to rest early upstairs. I didn't want to disturb her. Fortunately, the murderer is only killing the people in the photos now, and he didn't show any intention of killing everyone."

    Zhou Ze nodded upon hearing this.

    Walking out of the study, Zhou Ze saw that the old man had eaten all three bowls of broth on the coffee table, and was leaning on the sofa and stroking his stomach contentedly.

    "Is it delicious?" Wang Kewen asked.

    "It's delicious, the craftsmanship is superb, and the meat is also very fragrant." The old man praised.

    "Hehe, this is fresh pork that my wife bought from a farmer's house today."

    "I have a heart." The old man licked his lips.

    "There's still some in the pot, I'll heat it up later."

    "That's a good relationship." The old man obviously didn't eat enough, and he can continue to eat after he digests.

    At this time, a woman's voice came from upstairs:

    "Honey, is there a visitor?"

    "Well, you continue to rest."

    "Okay, honey, you should finish your work early and rest, I will clean up the kitchen tomorrow."

    The woman stood at the corner of the stairs and finished speaking, then turned and walked into the bedroom;

    She lay down on the bed, which was a big red bed, which looked very festive, and of course, looked a bit rustic.

    Nowadays, there are very few people who use this kind of bright red bed sheets, even in rural areas.

    and,

    At the edge of the sheet,

    There are still drops of bright red,

    is dripping down,

    Under the bed, condensed into a puddle,

    tick tock,

    tick tock,

    Tick ??tock (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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