Chapter 772

Zhou Ze reached out and rubbed his face. To be honest, he still couldn't understand why yinggou wanted to do this kind of thing "secretly"?

This is not in line with the painting style of yinggou. Tie Hanhan has always belonged to the kind of person who rushed to the opposite five and shouted:

"Hurry up, I've surrounded five people on the opposite side!"

A mess of people with iron heads,

How could you do such a thing?

Maybe I was too relieved before, so I didn't discover the change of my mood very early.

I just felt that this anger came a little too intense, but he instinctively began to make excuses for this emotion.

If the Taoist priest didn't pull himself in the end,

Maybe I haven't sobered up yet,

perhaps,

When you go in,

It's a killing,

Only by killing can you calm down,

Then sit on the bloody floor,

Calm down silently,

Only to find their own inexplicable?

However, after the old Taoist shouted, Zhou Ze could only temporarily throw away other thoughts in Kaixin and walked to the door.

And win hook,

You can go back to bed in the evening and then settle accounts slowly,

Now that it's day,

Naturally, you have to do what you should do.

No wonder the Taoist priest was so panicked,

On the kitchen stove, a middle-aged fat woman was lying there, with a kitchen knife inserted deep into her chest. Moreover, the woman should have been cut many times, and there were a series of knife marks on her face.

It was like a big persimmon eaten by a dog, and it burst into a mess.

This is the old-fashioned classic stove model in rural areas. There are two big pots, with a woman's head hanging upside down in one pot and her feet in the other pot.

Fortunately, there is no water in the pot. If both pots are boiled, the two pots will boil together, and it is estimated that the woman's body will tremble up and down together.

If you cook vegetables and porridge separately, tut tut

Huh?

What am I thinking?

Zhou Ze frowned slightly,

He felt that he needed to go to Wang Ke to have a look at his psychological problems. This may not only be the reason why yinggou exerted influence on him, but also the factors that were beginning to change inside him.

In fact,

Zhou Ze thought,

Even if Wang Ke, a psychologist, is useless,

But look at Wang Ke,

Always find yourself a sense of positive energy.

Look, this hair is still trying to live with a smile,

In this world,

What else can't pass?

If Wang Ke turned his experience into a painting exhibition, every patient who came to make an appointment had to pass through the story Gallery before coming to his office. Maybe after he arrived at the office,

The patient will excitedly hold Wang Ke's hand and say:

"We all need to be strong!"

……

"Dead?"

The Taoist priest looked at Zhou Ze, and his face was very ugly.

Not scared, but involuntarily feel that this thing is a little strange, how suddenly, people die?

"Look what I do, it's not me."

Zhou Ze's answer was very blunt.

In the tone, there was an attitude that even if I did it, there was something wrong.

The old Taoist nodded difficultly, because Zhou Ze came with him, so it was really not Zhou Ze.

As they walked inside, the blood from the fat woman stained most of the stove.

Simple rural stoves,

An iron pot that has not been cleaned,

Fat elderly women,

Blood, blood, blood,

The silence of death,

If you take a high-definition picture with a large banner and mount it,

Two photos of hot Weimi girls on the T-stage are matched on both sides,

At a glance,

That style,

Tut tut

Zhou Ze touched his forehead again,

no way,

I really have to find Wang Ke.

This is just an appetizer. It's like a hot field before the opening of the party. From the kitchen to the living room.

In the middle of the living room, there is a statue of a deity, which is a little abstract. For the time being, I can't see which immortal is hanging, but one thing is sure that this immortal seems to be a little dereliction of duty.

Like the bony monks in the temple, it must mean that the Bodhisattvas running here don't give awesome a reason,

Under the statue,

A woman leaned against the front of the cabinet with her head broken and bleeding,

It is simply the most perfect silent complaint.

The woman should have been beaten first and then pushed here. Her head hit the metal bulge behind the cabinet.

It's like the dog blood plot in countless TV dramas. Men push women and don't want to kill people, but women die because there's a damn thing behind them.

Screenwriters are too careless, for the sake of the story of dog blood, they don't care more about the death method of dog blood.

Zhou Ze walked over and looked back with his head bent.

oh

I saw it,

It's a sharp thing like a cabinet handle,

It has a silver luster, but it should not be silver.

This thing,

At this time, it is stabbing into the back of the woman's brain,

The woman sat there with her eyes open and her expression painful, but it had solidified.

The safest thing in the world is not ice storage or fresh-keeping bags, but... Death.

Death pressed the pause button,

Then play gameover,

Turn around smartly,

Leave a black and white screen.

The Taoist priest gathered around Zhou Ze and was careful again.

"Lao Dao, pull her head out."

Zhou Ze pointed to the young woman.

"Zhi Zhi!"

The monkey, who had been lying on the Taoist's shoulder, stretched out his hand and pointed at the woman and shouted a few times.

"Oh, is she a kidnapper?"

Zhou Ze suddenly.

Obviously, the blue clouds and waves must leave more than a man's breath.

The Taoist priest squatted down, thinking that the boss told him to do this to find out what clues, he was really ready to stretch out his hand to pull out the woman's head.

But Zhou Ze stretched out his hand and pressed it on his shoulder,

"I'm kidding. Do you want to see the hot spring show?"

"Oh, good."

The Taoist priest stood up trembling, his head confused.

To be honest, I don't know why, I saw two bodies in a row, but in his heart, what he was really afraid of was not the two bodies and the cause of death behind them, but the boss around him.

boss,

How do you feel that he is still a little excited?

Zhou Ze now wants to find a pool and flush his face. He always feels that he is a little confused now. Is it probably the sequela of yinggou?

Just,

Think again,

It seems that it is inappropriate to turn yinggou into a pot bearer by blaming all the faults on yinggou.

Zhou Ze took out his cigarette, and the old Taoist suddenly said:

"Boss, the police will come later."

If you find cigarette butts, it's hard to explain.

"It's okay. We can be witnesses. No, it seems that we should call the scene discoverer."

The Taoist priest shook his head when he heard the speech,

Standing next to the body, is there a discoverer at the crime scene who is in the mood to smoke?

Finally, Zhou Ze smoked a cigarette. Nicotine really had no effect on him, but this habitual action always brought him some habitual peace.

then,

Go inside,

I saw the pool he wanted.

Just over the pool,

It has been occupied by others first,

And he should occupy it for a long time,

Ah,

Such people,

I have no quality.

The crutch fell to one side and had been broken.

An old man's face was still floating in the pool, and his legs were leaning back, maintaining a sense of dynamic balance.

Head, still floating in the pool.

There is still water flowing out of the tap,

In the whole bathroom,

A layer of water has accumulated.

There is a rope around the old man's neck, which extends to the ground.

The mirror on the pool has long been broken, and the blood dyed the cracks in it, but magnified some of its characteristics.

Zhou Ze spits out a smoke ring,

He still remembered that a wax museum had been opened behind his bookstore a while ago, and now it had closed down. At this moment, he had a feeling of entering the wax museum.

With a little relaxed, with a little leisure,

Enjoying this picture of death,

Dynamic, static, abnormal,

Formed a pleasing exquisite carving.

But these things,

But it's better than moving animation,

More exciting.

The Taoist priest kept holding his mouth nearby, and the little monkey ran his head from time to time, looking around.

"Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong!"

A muffled sound,

From the inner room.

The Taoist priest was so excited that he immediately reached into his crotch and was ready at any time!

Zhou Ze naturally pushed open the door of the inner room,

The door was pushed open,

The door is facing the wall,

Splashed with scarlet spots,

It seems that the art of ink splashing has reached the extreme,

It gives people an extremely exciting shock,

Rough, with the connotation of volatile people's imagination;

In order, there is palpitating madness hidden.

A middle-aged man in his thirties, wearing only underpants, was sitting on a man,

He was still holding something like a brick in his hand,

He is constantly smashing at the person who has long lost his breath under him.

Hit it,

"Bang!"

"Bahaw!"

Blood splashed.

Obviously, the ink splashing on the wall is the masterpiece of the man in front of him.

Zhou Ze has a sense of shame that he came uninvited and entered the territory of artist creation without authorization.

yes,

I really have this feeling.

He can see,

The man in front of me,

He smashed very attentively, seriously and tenaciously,

His arm should have been sore for a long time,

But he still insisted,

This is a kind of dedication to art,

It prompted him to burst out the potential in his body.

Its feeling,

No less than riding thousands of kilometers, no less than walking across the Sahara.

When Zhou zehe's figure appeared at the door,

The man in underpants raised his head,

Looking at the two people at the door,

Suddenly, he grinned,

Showing yellowing teeth,

obviously,

He doesn't pay much attention to personal hygiene,

It's like artists don't seem to like trimming the border,

If you are not sloppy, you will not be able to express your own tone.

But his smile was full of purity, even a little sincerity and joy.

"Ow! Ow! Ow!"

He let out a burst of cheers,

and,

He also looked back at the wall behind him,

Like a painter, he is showing others his meticulous achievements.

The old Taoist swallowed his saliva and pinched his crotch with his fingers,

I was thinking,

Is this a person or a ghost?

It should not be human,

Definitely not human!

Thinking, thinking,

The old Taoist looked at his boss with the corner of his eye,

He saw,

The boss raised his hands,

"Pa! PA! PA!"

Start,

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