Chapter 142

It's dark. He can't see his fingers. The sticky feeling around him is so clear that Zhou Ze can't tell whether it's illusory or real.

This is a very high standard of treatment, which means that the ghost has reached a level of depth and Taoism, not the kind of ordinary goods that will go to their own bookstores.

Zhou Ze remembers that when Mrs. Bai entertained herself and Xu Qinglang, they also used similar abilities. Virtual and real are hard to distinguish. Xu Qinglang also ate many dishes made of flies and earthworms at that time.

Wang Baosteel may not exist behind the scenes. He is not qualified enough. He died for such a short time and cannot become so powerful. That means that the one who killed sun Qiu and made his soul incomplete is another.

Zhou Ze slowly spread out his arms. The shaking feeling around him made him feel like he was walking in outer space, as if gravity had been completely removed at this time.

But with Zhou Ze's fingernails outspread, the black smoke spread wildly, and the thick black blood around began to retreat rapidly, just like meeting the natural enemy.

Step by step, Zhou Ze is not the same as Wu Xia and Amun. Even in this situation, he still shows a kind of calm and self-confidence.

"Bang!"

A crisp sound,

a broom falls on the ground,

the blood color disappears completely,

the empty piece in the dormitory.

Zhou Ze turned around and looked behind him. The bedroom door was opened. Outside, a pair of black leather shoes were quietly placed there.

Just like a person standing in front of himself,

Shaoqing,

the leather shoes move by themselves and start to walk outwards. No, they are running outwards.

Zhou Zechong goes out and chases his shoes down the stairs. They run faster and faster, but Zhou Zeis not slow. In fact, Zhou zeintentionally slows down and waits to see where they will lead him.

Zhou Ze even guessed that those who manipulated everything behind the scenes, even if they were not as good as the former Mrs. Bai, would not be much different.

After all, before the bloody pictures and feelings, and that day when Mrs. white banquet, in terms of quality and resonance, the gap is not very big.

"Tick Tick Tick... "

This is the sound that leather shoes make when they walk. Zhou Ze didn't notice it before, but now he notices it. Why is the sound that leather shoes make when they walk "tick and tick"?

Walking along, Zhou Ze suddenly found out that he had made a circle, went up to the next floor, followed his shoes and went back to the outside of the dormitory which was regarded as the sundry room.

Shoes went in, Zhou Ze followed them again.

But this time,

the appearance of this bedroom is no longer a mess room, nor a sea of blood. Everything has become very common. There are dry quilts on the bed, washbasins and plastic cabinets under the bed, and tooth brushes and towels are neatly placed on the other side of the washbasin.

This is a dormitory with student life.

Zhou Ze looked at the changes around him and smiled. He didn't know the purpose of the other party, but the other party caught a bedroom and made a dojo in the shell of a snail and a lion.

Zhou Ze waited for a while. This time, there was no blood sea, nor the sound of "gudu gudu". Everything seemed very quiet, as if he had entered an ordinary bedroom.

It's just that if you have a little brain, you can see that it's unusual here. Why is there no one in the dormitory when the lights are off? Why is there sunshine outside the window in the early morning?

"Wipe Wipe Wipe... "

On the tile, came the friction sound, in the balcony.

Zhou Zegang ready to go to the balcony to have a look, but directly stopped, because in the balcony out of moving things, has climbed in.

Yes,

he is climbing.

This is a boy,

the lower part of his body was completely cut back, only the upper part of his body was left, and he kept crawling on the ground with his hands. His body was covered with blood stains, especially where he crawled, which left a thick blood stain that made his scalp numb.

The boy, with his head on one side, climbed and watched Zhou Ze.

He seems to be looking at Zhou Ze, full of curiosity about Zhou Ze, but he did not stop climbing to Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze slowly squatted down and looked at the boy in front of him.

"I..."

The boy opened his mouth, but when he was ready to speak, there was blood pouring out of his mouth. He couldn't stop at all. He looked at Zhou Ze, and his mouth kept opening and closing, but he couldn't pronounce any clear syllables.

He seems to be in a bit of a hurry, but the more anxious the voice is, the more unable it is to come out. In the end, it even becomes a sound similar to the barking of a dog!

Half of his body was shaking, his whole body was angry,He wants to talk, he wants to tell Zhou Ze something, but he can't do it!

He is extremely manic, half a person is rolling on the ground ceaselessly smashing the tile floor with his fist.

Zhou Ze reaches out, points the blood stains on the ground with his fingers, and then draws a picture gently on the tiles.

It means that you can't say it,

you can write it.

The boy was stunned for a moment, as if he realized that there was another way. He nodded at once, touched his own blood with his fingers, and prepared to write on the ground.

But just wrote a horizontal line,

"click!"

The boy's index finger broke directly.

The boy was stunned,

Zhou Ze's eyes were also fixed,

but the boy was not convinced. He continued to write with his ring finger, but this time he didn't even write out a stroke. The ring finger just touched the tile and also directly broke.

In the end,

the boy despaired. He raised his arm,

held up the only middle finger,

kept roaring.

This middle finger refers to him, but it is another existence, a kind of ridicule to him.

The boy looked at Zhou Ze and then at the cupboard on one side.

It's a cupboard made of iron. It's divided into eight squares, which means that each of the eight people in the dormitory can use a cupboard to hold their own things.

The boy's eyes were fixed on the bottom cabinet. Zhou Ze went over and opened it.

"Creak Creak... "

What is exposed is a leg, and then there is something inside, like a garment folded neatly and put here.

But in fact,

this is a person's,

lower body!

The boy desperately crawled to the cabinet, and the two legs in the cabinet were also constantly moving, like they were echoing, but the whole lower body was folded too neatly. In this narrow space, it could not move or open at all, nor could it walk out on its own. It could only keep kicking and wriggling in a hurry.

This is a very strange picture, enough to make people feel numb.

Just as the boy was about to touch his feet,

suddenly,

as if something had dragged the boy behind him, the boy was pulled back to the balcony, the boy kept struggling, roaring, roaring, rolling up and down on the tiles.

But he is like a fish on the chopping board. All the struggles seem so pale and powerless.

Zhou Ze stands up and chases to the other side, but just as he takes a step, his immediate perspective begins to regress desperately.

at the next moment,

Zhou Ze finds himself standing at the door of the dormitory,

and the dormitory,

returns to its original appearance.

No blood stains, no boys, no angry growls.

What does that mean?

Zhou Ze is a little hard to understand. This bedroom is like walking into a late night movie theater. Every time he comes in, he always gives himself a new experience.

"Tick Tick... "

The familiar voice sounded again,

turned around,

sure enough,

the pair of leather shoes appeared in the aisle behind the door.

This time, Zhou Ze finally understood why the footprints of leather shoes were so dense outside the dormitory. He seemed to do the same thing again and again.

Take people away,

and bring them back,

and wait here for people to lead them away,

and bring them back.

It's like a running waiter. Are you here objectively?

Oh, my guest, please walk slowly.

Leather shoes seem to be waiting for Zhou Ze to turn around and look at it before it starts to leave.

It's the sound of "tick and tick" again. Zhou Ze passed by, but this time, Zhou Ze's inner doubts can't be solved. The first one is, why are these leather shoes walking, the sound of "tick and tick"?

Shouldn't it be the sound of "Pa Pa Pa"

or "wipe"?

Zhou Ze stretched out his hand, and the black fog at his fingertips began to release, directly covering the pair of black leather shoes.

It's like a net falling down and finally catching the fish.

Slowly,

the owner of the leather shoes began to show his true appearance. He was still walking forward and making a "tick and tick" sound;

with his stubbornness,

with his persistence,

with his persistence.

"Tick Tick... "

His head,Half rotten,

standing upside down,

half of the head hits the tile floor one time;

"tick Tick... "

He kept beating, and every time he landed, it was the impact of his head and the ground,

his hands, reaching into his shoes, kept swinging back and forth.

He is actually walking with his head,

but his hands are propping up his shoes and pretending that they are moving forward step by step.

Xiao Pingtou said that Wang Baosteel liked to wear leather shoes and suits every time he went to the rounds. He regarded himself as a teacher rather than a so-called overnight manager or a thug.

Therefore,

even after his death,

he will maintain his own dignity,

even if,

walk with shoes on his hands.

"Tick Tick... "

Sun Qiu said that he saw Wang Baosteel's head slide down slowly from the wall above the balcony.

including Wang Baosteel's walking with his head in front of his eyes.

there is also a reason.

because small flat head also said that when Wang Baosteel jumped off the building,

is the head, and

is the first landing place.