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angry?
Must be angry!
"Boss, let's let's call the police."
The old Taoist suggested next to him.
Then, he found that Zhou Ze was looking at him with a look of caring for mentally handicapped children.
Forehead¡¡
Did I say the wrong thing?
But didn't you keep talking about finding the police and being a good law-abiding citizen? I have been implementing your speech and spirit.
"Sophisticated." Zhou Ze said slowly.
"hold head high."
"Your money was stolen, are you angry?"
"Of course I'm angry."
"Then your ashes were stolen, are you angry?"
"Forehead¡¡¡¡"
Who the hell is a pervert like you, whose original body has been turned into ashes, yet you can still discuss whether to be angry or not.
"I'm going to find that guy."
Zhou Ze's eyes began to have a black luster, and the ten nails exuded a strange light.
"Then, tear him into pieces!"
It's not good to steal anything, if you steal my ashes, then I want you to be buried with my ashes.
"Over there is the cemetery office, go there and adjust the surveillance video."
Zhou Ze commanded the old man, and the old man nodded quickly, okay, you are the boss, you can do whatever you want, and I won't try to figure it out.
The door lock of the cemetery was directly snapped off by Zhou Ze, and the two walked in. The old man sat down in front of the computer in the monitoring room, and began to retrieve the previous video, and at the same time locked the camera that could observe the position of Zhou Ze's tombstone.
"In the evening, during the Ching Ming Festival."
Zhou Ze gave the specific time.
Because the trace of moving the tombstone has not completely dissipated, it must have happened not long ago, otherwise Zhou Ze would not be able to find this clue in ten days and a half months.
Even in the future, when I come to worship myself every year, I may not know that what I worship is not my ashes or my past, but a box of plastic balls.
Then I come over every year and festival to express my condolences with a box of plastic balls.
"Boss, let me tell you, since the other party stole something, they should delete the surveillance video by the way. It's always played like that on TV.
Let's check this surveillance video now, which is the water plot that Pindao least likes to watch when watching TV dramas.
Purely useless, perfunctory drama. "
Zhou Ze put his hand on the old man's shoulder, his nails swayed gently, the coldness seemed to penetrate directly into the old man's body.
The old man was shocked, and immediately sat upright, not daring to beep any more, and began to play back the surveillance video seriously.
"stop!"
Zhou Ze shouted.
The old man immediately pressed pause.
"Pour it back a little more."
The old man started to retreat, and sure enough, a figure in red clothes appeared on the screen. The picture quality of the surveillance was not very good, and it was night, so the figure of the person in the screen was very blurred, and he could only roughly see it. What color is he wearing.
Really found it?
The old Taoist was a little surprised.
The screen plays slowly,
In the picture, the man in red bent down, holding two scalpel-like things to pry open the tombstone, and his movements were crisp and quick, no slower than Zhou Ze used his nails before.
Then the other party took out the urn, took out a glass container, poured the ashes into it, and then seemed to sprinkle something into the urn, if nothing else, it should be the string of plastic balls.
The man put the glass bottle in his arms, then turned his head to look at the camera.
From the perspective of the surveillance video, it is equivalent to the other party pointing the camera at himself and the person watching the video.
The other party deliberately put his face close to the camera,
This face,
Zhou Ze found it inexplicably familiar. It was an East Asian face with fair skin.
He began to search for this person's information in his chaotic memory, but unfortunately, because he entered that state when he confronted Tsing Yi Niangniang on the rooftop last time, his memory of that time was seriously lost, and he couldn't think about it for a while. Get up who is the other party.
"Amen!"
After the other party finished saying these words, he turned around and left, leaving behind a meaningful smile.
Until the other party's last "Amen" is said.?He reminded again: "Tomorrow night, let's have tea together, don't forget."
"I'm not in the mood."
Tang Shi was noncommittal and continued upstairs.
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In the rented room of the first suite, a priest was sitting on the sofa, with some pictures and materials on the coffee table in front of him. He was sitting there thinking hard, and talking to himself at the same time.
At this time, the door was opened.
The intern came in. When he saw the priest sitting on his sofa, he was startled and scolded:
"Who are you and why are you in my house!"
At the same time, the intern reached out for his mobile phone and was about to call the police. He felt that a burglar had broken into his home.
But the priest appeared in front of him in the blink of an eye, grabbing his wrist with one hand and clasping his neck with the other.
The phone fell to the ground,
And the neck was lifted by the priest,
The intern felt a strong sense of suffocation.
The priest stood still and continued to maintain this posture until the intern doctor's eyes slowly diverged, and a stern look appeared on his face.
"Obviously he fed you with the things extracted from his ashes, why can you only become this kind of necrophobia thing, I want this thing for a fart."
The priest kicked the intern on the ass, and the intern fell to the ground, and then got up immediately, dripping from the corner of his mouth.
"Baji."
A piece of pig's trotter was dropped on the ground by the priest,
The intern rushed directly to hold the subject in his hand and gnawed on it. There were still blood stains on the pig's trotters at the corner of his mouth, but dissatisfaction flashed in his eyes. Obviously, pig's trotters and pork did not satisfy him.
The priest shook his head, and sat back on the sofa helplessly.
"It seems that it is not because of his body that he can become a zombie. It should be because of his soul. It is because that body has entrusted his soul, so some changes have taken place. After ordinary people take it, some changes have occurred. The mutation, but this mutation is insignificant.
Not to mention zombies, even zombies can't do it, but I have an extra cute hobby-eating corpses. "
The priest rubbed his hands together,
"Then, is it not the reason of the body, or the reason of its own soul?
His body in the previous life wasn't the original one?
On the surface, his resurrection of the corpse seems to be the arrangement of the female ghost,
But in fact, there is something deeper hidden? "
The priest picked up the coffee, took a sip,
On the coffee table in front of you,
There are photos of Zhou Ze's previous life, Xu Le's photos, and sister-in-law's photos,
There are even photos of the old man who stabbed Zhou Ze with his nails when he was sent to the hospital that day.
The priest drew out the scalpel, chopped up the photos of the old man and his sister-in-law, and then heaved a long sigh of relief.
"It's time to investigate again." (Remember the website 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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