Chapter 117

Zhou Ze and Lao Dao followed the scream to find that floor. Because of the inconvenience of Zhou Ze's legs and feet, when they arrived, many people had gathered there, and many family members of the patients who accompanied the bed nearby came out to watch the activity. There were three floors inside and three floors outside;

there were even some patients in patient clothes who came to eat melons with their drop bottles in one hand and their hands on the wall What is life without rest? It's the energy to watch the bustle.

There are also several nurses nearby to pacify a girl, and some people are calling to inform the security guard of the hospital. The security guard should come soon.

Zhou Ze, wearing a white gown, and Lao Dao easily pushed the crowd away and went inside.

On the ground, there is a pool of yellow brown pus, and there is a thing like egg yellow floating there. People who don't know think someone has peeled the egg and left it in it. Only Zhou Ze knows. This thing is actually the eye of people.

"Boss, this guy's amniotic fluid is broken."

Lao Dao whispered in zhouze's ear.

Zhou Ze frowned slightly. The more critical the Taoist priest was, the more he liked to be fooled. This might be his self-protection mechanism in tense situations. He could not help but relax himself in tense moments.

Then, Zhou Ze stretched out his index finger and put it in the pus below and stirred it.

When Lao Dao saw this scene, he crouched aside, stretched out his finger and put it in for a while to stir it. To be honest, this thing is disgusting, but the boss is like this, so he can only keep up with it.

It has to be said that Lao Dao is a man of great pursuit. He has a strong desire to learn and imitate whether he is following the previous boss or the current boss.

Then, the Taoist priest saw the scene that he wanted to spit out the midnight oil. Zhou Ze put his middle finger in his mouth and sucked it. Then he lowered his head and pondered, as if he was distinguishing the ingredients in it.

At the same time,

he smashed his mouth.

How do you spell it?

What's the smell?

The old Taoist hesitated for a moment, and he made many struggles in his mind in a short time. But at last, he put the finger that had just been stirred into his mouth and tasted it. No, the pungent smell of the mouth erupted directly, which was even hotter than drinking high white wine.

Even, there is a taste of old seafood, a taste that some boys basically know that some girls also know.

Lao Dao's face is going to be green, but at the first sight, his boss looks as usual and continues to meditate there. At this moment, Lao Dao's heart is inexplicably aching with a kind of emotion of looking up to Zhou Ze's high mountain.

I can stand the taste. It's not human!

Zhou Ze turned his head and saw the sad face of the old Taoist priest who had just been suffering from the essence. Then he looked at the liquid remaining on his fingertips and asked in surprise:

"what are you doing?"

The old Taoist patted his chest gently and said tragically, "Shennong can taste all kinds of herbs. What you can do, boss, I can do naturally."

Zhou Ze nodded and smiled.

Lao Dao felt flattered, as if he was finally recognized by the boss at this moment, just like the Bodhi ancestor knocked three times on the back of the monkey's brain.

"I use the index finger to stir and the middle finger to put in my mouth."

Zhou Ze raised his finger to the old Taoist priest, and continued:

"I just had leeks stuck in my teeth at night. I just took them out. Who can taste the taste of this thing if his brain is ill? Is he suffering from abuse?"

“…………” Lao Dao.

Lao Dao wanted to say something more, but immediately his stomach began to spasm. He pushed away the crowd and rushed to the bathroom to vomit.

Zhou Ze silently rubbed his chin. The frightened girl was still sitting in the ward. Several nurses comforted her. Zhou Ze didn't ask about the girl. After all, he had experienced similar scenes in the morgue before.

It's just that some things are just drizzles for me, but for ordinary people, it's enough to be shocking.

The dead body suddenly sat up.

the fatal injury came from the nail that could be a sharp tool.

the last pus that the body turned into.

Everything shows that the murderer is not an ordinary person, but a devil hidden in the dark. Even since Zhou Ze became a ghost, he has never met such a mysterious and rich means Our opponents.

That thing, obviously, can't be regarded as an ordinary fierce ghost.

Standing up, Zhou Ze went to the other end of the corridor, took out his mobile phone and dialed Tang Shi's phone.

"Hello." The voice of Tang poetry is as cold as ever.

"Do me a favor. There seems to be a head here A wild zombie. "

"You can find plants."

The implication is that she doesn't have time. She doesn't care.

"Then help me to call Bai YingYing and ask her to come to the hospital.""No problem with that."

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Ze once again felt that it was a wrong decision to keep Tang poetry nearby. This woman is more than a vase.

It's better to be my own warbler.

It's all women. It's not a living person. The gap can be so big.

The sour water in the old way's stomach was spitting out. He came out of the bathroom and came to Zhou Ze's side. He asked with some complaints:

"why did that thing kill people?"

"He did it on purpose." Zhou Ze said.

"People killed by him will become zombies? Hey, like the Hong Kong zombie movies of the 1980s and 1990s, people who have been bitten by zombies will become zombies. "

Said, the old way looked at Zhou Ze's eyes, some eager to try.

"What are you looking at?"

"Well, boss, I have a little request. Can zombies become like white warblers?"

"Go straight to the point, don't beat around the bush."

"Well, cough I mean, you see, boss, I'm so old that I can't decide which day I'll go to Western bliss with just a kick of my feet. "

"You are a Taoist, not a monk."

"Well, that's two feet and a push. The feather is flying, but the old man is worried that I'm gone. Who will take care of you?"

“…………” Zhou Ze.

"So, boss, if that day comes, can you help me to bite it?"

"I'm disgusted."

“…………” Lao Dao.

Can we still be friends happily!

"It's not as exaggerated as you think. Being bitten by a zombie can't become a zombie. If you don't believe that you can let the white warbler bite you in the neck after you go back, I promise it won't have any other effect except for being poisoned to speed up your kick.

As for becoming a zombie, it's better to choose a grave to bury yourself. Maybe after a hundred years, you can jump out. But after that, you have nothing to do with you. It's a new life. "

"Are the films full of lies?"

"What do you say?"

Lao Dao was a bit depressed. He thought he had found a way to continue his life. Who knows it was the result? But Lao Dao still didn't give up. He said:

"what's the matter with these two people?"

"And the end?" "Zhou Ze asked," directly split, the skeleton organs all turned into pus. "

"Why is that?"

"Because they are used as nourishment and absorbed by people, they are not zombies. To say the least, are you willing to do this kind of zombies?"

"Will he continue to kill?" Lao Dao was worried.

"If he doesn't have enough to eat." Zhou Ze pursed his lips, "of course, even if you are full, you will not be hungry."

Zhou Ze suddenly thought of something else. He said to the old man, "try to find out what happened to the other bodies. Is there a similar situation..."

The mobile phone rings at this time, Zhou Ze picks up the mobile phone and finds that the name of "Wang Ke" is on the call display.

Since the last "meat" thing, Zhou Ze never contacted Wang Ke again, and Wang Ke also promised that he would not contact himself.

"Hello." Zhou Ze still answered the phone.

"I'm sorry I have to break my promise, but I think you'll be interested in it." Wang Ke's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Say."

"Did you hear about the mass deaths in that small hospital?"

Zhou Ze looked back at the pool of pus behind him and said:

"I just heard that."

"I'm a part-time consultant of the police station. I usually help with the psychological side writing. This time it's very serious. I've been invited to help. According to the existing known conditions, I'm going to copy some psychological and physical features of the murderer. Hehe, for this reason, I drew a sketch. Do you want to see it?"

"Good."

"Ding Dong..."

The message prompt from wechat,

Zhou Ze narrows the call and opens wechat,

this is a very hasty sketch, but the characters in the sketch make Zhou Ze's pupils shrink.

"Are you kidding?" Zhou Ze asked.

"Ha ha, I don't believe it's you, but the people I drew according to the known conditions and clues are really similar to you. How about it? This time I don't ask you. I just ask you if you are interested?"

"What interests?"

"Here, I can get all the information about the police investigation." Wang Ke at the other end of the phone rubbed her eyebrows and her heart. She was tired and said, "although I don't want to admit it, I feel helpless, but I feel more and more that the killer of this incident may not be a human being."

"Are you at the police station?"

"No, I'm at home. You can come to my house. The files and the latest information will be collected to me." Wang kedun said, "besides, I'm still cooking broth for supper. You can come and have some."The latter paragraph was directly ignored by Zhou Ze, who said directly, "I will come here."

With that, Zhou Ze was ready to hang up, but Wang Ke's voice came back: "don't hang up in a hurry."

"Something else?"

"Well, I didn't have the chance to say it to others before. It's not good for others to say it, just like swearing;

but this time, it's rare to have this chance. It's the first time for me to say it to others:

Qingming Festival, happy."