Chapter 118

When Zhou Ze and Lao Dao came out of the hospital, Bai Yingying happened to come by taxi. She was wearing a blue jeans on her lower body and a white sweater on her upper body. She looked very young and beautiful.

Although sleeping for two hundred years, her age is still in twenty-eight years.

"Boss." White Yingying greets Zhou Ze across the road.

"So it's easy to do things in the wild." The old road took a sniff, looking at the white warbler coming from the opposite road, sighed: "or the sensible of the family."

Now it's clear that the murderer behind the scenes is probably a zombie. In the bookstore, there is also a zombie raised by his family, that is, Bai Yingying.

Lao Dao has seen Bai Yingying in charge of cleaning and greeting guests. He has to sleep with his boss after finishing his work. He is the most dedicated employee in the new era and the new century.

"Boss, is it serious?" The white warbler came up and asked. She knew that if things didn't get tough to a certain extent, the boss wouldn't call for him.

Zhou Ze looked at the old man and said, "tell her about it." Then, Zhou Ze reached out and stopped a taxi, and all of them got on together.

The car drove to the villa area, three people got off and went directly to the villa where Wang Ke was.

After ringing the doorbell, Wang Ke opened the door and made a gesture of "please" to Zhou Ze and others.

"It's good to have a drink together. You can't lose your health if you are busy with work."

"I agree with you very much, sir."

Lao Dao was overjoyed. He had to check out after eating half of the meal at night, and then he ran back to the hospital with Zhou Ze. Now, his stomach is not full.

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

The broth is very pure, sprinkled with scallion, and one or two drops of sesame oil on it. There are still two or three pieces of meat in each bowl. The old way is not polite. They are served directly and enjoyed very much.

Looking at the old Taoist priest holding the bowl and drinking the soup with a big mouth, Zhou Ze sat on the edge and shook his head slightly. Somehow, he felt a lot of nausea in his heart. It was clear that the soup in front of him didn't move at all, but it was full of nausea.

The warbler and the warbler did not eat, nor did the soup in front of them move.

"Ha, have fun!"

The old Taoist wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and saw that Zhou Ze didn't move his chopsticks. Some accidents said:

"boss, drink a little and warm up."

"I'm not hungry. You can eat it." Zhou Ze said.

"That's what it means." The old man gave up.

"Eat, and don't waste it."

Said, Zhou Ze also put the original bowl of broth in front of the white warbler to the Taoist priest.

"Ha ha, then I will not be respectful. Mr. Wang's cooking skill is really inexpressible."

Lao Dao began to feast on it.

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

Wang Ke nodded, put down his chopsticks, and stood up to show Zhou Ze to follow him into the study.

There are many materials on the desk in the study.

"Well, this is the photo just sent. The autopsy body is OK, nothing happened, but there are several corpses that haven't been dissected yet, but they have changed abnormally. The corpse has turned into pus, and there are some emergency responses that the dead can't have.

For example, I suddenly sat up with a stretcher injury, and someone heard the sound of walking. I thought of you as soon as I received the news. "

Wang Ke put a stack of photos in front of Zhou Ze, and as he flipped through the photos,

"what else is the clue?"

Zhou Ze knows what happened in the picture. He has experienced it in person just now.

"The police investigated the identity of all the dead. In fact, there was no big accident. The dead were basically people related to that hospital. Therefore, the police thought was that this was a hate killing. The murderer did such a crazy thing for revenge.

Now the police have been focusing on the suspects who have medical disputes with this hospital. However, it's really a surprise. This hospital, without investigation, has such a serious malignant event. Some things can't be concealed at all.

Gambling, taking human life as a gambling game, this is really amazing. "

Wang Ke reached out to help her frame and began to turn the pen in her hand.

"And what else?" Zhou Ze continued.

Up to now, Wang Ke knows all the information he got.

"No, if you want to lock the identity of the murderer, you need to seize the whole underground black industry chain, and then from those who lost gambling, you need to choose local or provincial gamblers for investigation. In addition, some people who were sent as gambling tools, their families, are also the key suspects.In this way, there are so many suspects at present, and the investigation is very difficult and time-consuming. I am still waiting for more specific information. "

Zhou Ze is a little impatient. He stands up and is ready to leave. The information provided by Wang Ke is of little value to him.

"Don't go, sit down a little longer."

Wang Ke said, "have some more soup."

"Then there's really nothing to talk about." Zhou Ze said.

I can't go without your soup.

"In fact, there's another thing that the police didn't find out about me."

Wang Ke leaned back and looked at Zhou Ze. His eyes were hidden under the lenses, which seemed deep, "but I'm afraid you misunderstood me."

"I don't think so."

Zhou Ze didn't ask. To be honest, he can manage it or not. He's just a ghost, not a celestial master on the dragon and tiger mountain. He doesn't have a lot of feelings about saving the lives.

The wild zombie is not under Zhou Ze's jurisdiction. Unless the zombie is full to attack the late night study,

otherwise, he can be in the bookstore, eat, sleep,

moreover, even if the Zombie's brain really pulls out the initiative to come to the study, he has his own self, white YingYing and Miss Tang, it is estimated that the last bad luck is the zombie.

"Let me tell you."

Wang Ke took a picture out of the drawer, turned around and put it in front of Zhou Ze.

The background of the picture is the doorplate of a hospital, the hospital where the accident happened. Zhou Ze also saw the familiar clock behind the picture.

"There are 17 people in the picture. There are four security guards, four nurses, three doctors, and two administrators. There are four people in the front.

The middle two are the owner of the hospital's capital contribution, one is the person in charge of the gambling platform, and the left one is a famous old doctor in Tongcheng, who has retired.

In the hospital death, four security guards, four nurses, three doctors and two administrators died that day.

However, two of the four people in the front row died one week ago.

For example, the sponsor of the hospital was in a car accident a week ago. The old doctor was found dead at home three days ago.

Just got the news that the owner of this gambling platform died on his way to the road tonight... "

Wang Ke sighed as she spoke.

Zhou Ze stretched out his hand and put it on the photo. Then he gently pushed away Wang Ke's index finger on the photo.

"I'm curious. Is the fourth person still alive?"

Wang Ke slowly moved away his fingers. The face of the fourth man covered by his fingers appeared.

A familiar face,

is Wang Ke's face!

Zhou Ze looks up at Wang Ke.

Wang Ke's hands spread out, "a little peace, listen to my explanation."

"It's quite unexpected." Zhou Ze lit a cigarette.

"Don't rush to a conclusion. It really has nothing to do with me. This boss is from a dormitory of my university. He said that he opened a clinic and asked me to attend the ribbon cutting. I can't help but give this face. In fact, my identity is the same as that old doctor, who came to support the scene that day.

What they do, such as gambling with human life, I really don't know. After opening, I haven't been to this hospital again, nor gained any benefits from this hospital, and it has nothing to do with this matter. "

Wang Ke looked at Zhou Ze,

"in fact, it's hard for you to imagine how profitable the black industry chain is. Even if there is a thin layer of oil and water, it's a huge number.

If I were involved, would I still worry about money for the development of my psychological research firm?

Last time, when it comes to Mr. Zheng's daughter, you can see that I was as anxious as an ant on the hot pot. I was short of money. But if I took part in it, would I still have to go to Mr. Zheng to be a grandson? "

Wang Ke made a lot of sense.

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

"So, you called me to refer to this case and show me the evidence. It's just a cover?" Zhou Ze spits out a cigarette ring, shakes the ashes, looks at the ashes falling on the carpet in the study, and says slowly:

"your real purpose is actually to be afraid of death, let me protect you?"

"Don't make me so bad about my brother." Wang Ke took off the gold frame glasses, rubbed his brow and heart, and said: "the psychological profile I made, and the portrait I copied at last, is really like you.

I came to you, in fact, to confess to you, because I think those people are likely to be killed by you, your identity Well, I know that, too.

If it's you, I'll call you here. Isn't it easy? "Zhou Ze shook his head. "I'm not that busy."

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

"I won't leave until tomorrow. You'd better pray that the murderer will come to you tonight."

By implication,

is out of date,

Zhou Ze can't be Wang Ke's bodyguard.

"And your wife and daughter?" Zhou Ze asked.

"I told them to rest early upstairs. I didn't want to disturb her. Fortunately, the murderer is only killing the people in the picture now, and doesn't show the intention of killing people."

Zhou Ze hears the words and nods.

Out of the study, Zhou Ze saw that the old man had eaten all three bowls of broth on the tea table. He was very satisfied to lean on the sofa and feel his stomach.

"Is it delicious?" Wang Kewen is an old man.

"It's delicious. It's a craft. Absolutely. It's also delicious." The old Taoist praised.

"Ha ha, this is the fresh pork my wife bought at the farmer's house specially today."

"Yes." The old man licked his lips.

"There's more in the pot. I'll heat it later."

"That's a good feeling." The Taoist priest obviously didn't eat enough. He can continue to eat when the food disappears.

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

"honey, is it the guest?"

"Well, you can continue to rest."

"OK, honey, you can finish your work and rest earlier. I'll clean up the kitchen tomorrow."

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

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

Now there are few people who use this kind of big red bedspread, even in the countryside.

In addition,

at the edge of the bed sheet,

there is a drop of red,

is dripping down,

under the bed, condenses into a pool,

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