Chapter 146

Small flat head on the head inserted glass, like wearing a headdress, blood, began to slowly soak down.

He stood for about a few seconds, staggered for a few steps, and then collapsed in the screams of the people around him.

Zhou Ze once read the Memoirs of some Japanese war criminals and soldiers, in which someone once wrote that the headless body seemed to twitch after cutting off the head, including the head falling on the ground and eyes moving a few more times.

Maybe the death came too suddenly or simply. Not only did the party fail to respond, but also the body of the party failed to respond in time.

Downstairs, the dormitory has become a mess.

Zhou Ze hands on the railing, sighed, and then looked at the old way.

Lao Dao is now in a state of panic and his face is white with fear.

"Boss"

"Ah, you see, a good man, you gave him a hard life to die."

“…………” Lao Dao.

Lao Dao is very aggrieved, and he doesn't want to. He really hopes that the little flat head can live for a hundred years and come here 18 times a night with great health.

But when he died,

died abruptly,

so,

there are only one picture left.

There's a famous movie series called "the God of death". Lao Dao now feels that he has become a role in it. He tells you plainly that you are going to die and in what way.

Really, it's better to give you a sudden, let you die dry, crisp and painless.

At this time, Lao Dao really envied the little flat head and left unconsciously. Now he has to endure the torture of not knowing when he will die.

It's just Life is not like death.

Look at the boss on one side. He's still smoking.

"Go down and have a look."

Zhou Ze said that he took the lead in going out of the dormitory. At this time, the old man naturally did not dare to leave Zhou Ze. Anyway, he had made up his mind. Even if Zhou Ze went to the toilet, he would follow him to death.

At the gate of the first floor of the dormitory building, a group of students surrounded the body of the small flat head, and several dormitory management teachers kept order inside.

This feeling is very strange, because it's right to play 120 and 110 at this time. In fact, they have also played, and they have done all they have to do. However, it seems that such a big event as the death of a person in broad daylight only shocked a corner of the school.

The students in front should go to school and eat breakfast in the canteen, as if they didn't care about it at all.

Zhou Ze shook his ashes and looked up at the dormitory building.

The Taoist priest was trembling beside him. He took a sneak look at the body with a flat head, then immediately moved away from his sight. At the thought that he would soon follow suit, the Taoist priest felt extremely distressed.

Zhou Ze sat down on the steps and continued to look around like a bystander.

"Boss, shall we go back first?" The old man suggested.

He doesn't want to stay here anymore. He wants to go back to the bookstore. At least the bookstore can give him some sense of security.

Zhou Ze shook his head. "I can't leave."

It's not to say "don't go", but to say "can't go".

The old Taoist priest was stunned for a moment, and he faintly noticed that something was wrong.

Zhou Ze turned around and walked into the dormitory. He sat down in the office of the supervisor and took their tea to make a cup of tea.

Lao Dao stood by like a quail.

He doesn't know what Zhou Ze is going to do, but it seems that his boss has some information. Although he doesn't know whether he is pretending to be calm or really calm, at least he seems to have some expectations in his mind.

The students have gone to school, and the dormitory has become a lot colder.

The teachers of Suzhou management didn't come back. None of them came back to the office. Maybe they were busy with the matter of the small flat head corpse.

Police, not here.

The ambulance, too.

After sitting for about half an hour and drinking two cups of tea, Zhou Ze walked out of the office.

A row of hot water bottles are placed at the entrance of each dormitory in the corridor. Students take out their hot water bottles and put them outside before leaving the dormitory for school in the morning. Then a special aunt will take plastic pipes to add boiling water to these hot water bottles.

Because the boiled water passes through the plastic pipe, there is inevitably some plastic taste in it. Students don't drink it, but use it to wash clothes or soak their feet.

At this time, an aunt came here with a plastic water gun to discharge water. She walked slowly from the other end of the corridor to this side.

Zhou Ze stood there still, the old way standing beside him, and the aunt continued to walk here as if she could not see Zhou Ze at all.

"Lao Dao, do you think it's strange? There are too many strange things in this place." Zhou Ze said."On."

"First, sun Qiu died, but he continued to live according to the inertia. Even if there was a corpse on his body, no one found it. Then there are accidents one after another, strange pictures one after another.

This dormitory building is a once-in-a-century place of extreme evil, so it can produce so many ghosts and foreign bodies?

Then why hasn't there been any movement before, but it has erupted directly recently? "

"Well What do you mean, boss? "

After a moment's silence, Zhou Ze thought and said, "I think we'd better go back."

"Good."

This old man is willing to die here and in the bookstore, whether he will have an accident or not. He prefers the latter.

The two walked to the door of the dormitory building together, and the body with flat head outside had been disposed of.

Zhou Ze stood on the doorstep, not in a hurry to go down, but watching the old road step by step out.

When the old road was going out of the dormitory building, Zhou Ze raised his head, and he saw that the building was bending down, as if it was going to collapse.

However, the Taoist priest didn't realize it and went on his own way.

"Don't move, old man." Zhou Ze reminds me.

"What?"

Lao Dao took another step out and then turned around.

In a flash, blood gushed out from the window of one of the dormitories above and swept towards the old road. This should be the dormitories where Zhou Ze had found the pen painting before. It should be on the third floor, but now because of the strange bending of the whole building, the window of this dormitories is positioned right at the old road.

When the blood rushed in, the old man was swept in.

"Fuck..."

This is the last word that Lao Dao can say.

his whole person has almost collapsed.

it doesn't matter how many ghosts you come to, ghost, you haven't seen it.

But the building can bend like a pole dance. Who has seen it?

Ganlin Niang,

don't play like this!

Zhou Ze turns around and looks at the woman behind him who is still pouring boiling water into the thermos.

However, the woman's bottle of boiling water, as if always dissatisfied, has been staying on top of the hot water bottle, and the sound of water is still coming from it.

For people with life experience, when boiling water in a hot water bottle, the sound will change as the water surface rises, but here, it has not changed.

"Hello, the water bottle is leaking."

Zhou Ze pointed to the thermos and reminded the woman.

The woman is slightly stunned. She turns her head and looks at Zhou Ze. Her face is full of wasp hives, like countless corns. Some places are still closing and relaxing involuntarily.

Very disgusting picture,

is really disgusting.

The woman continued to hold on to the plastic pipe, while the old road outside the dormitory was struggling in the blood. In the blood, a few black figures are slowly approaching him, while the black figure is holding a bright broadsword.

Zhou Ze went to take over the water pipe from the woman.

The woman's face showed a deep smile,

the water pipe twisted directly and twisted to Zhou Ze. The former dead object seems to have become a python with life!

Zhou Ze's ten fingernails grew out, and he didn't fight against the python, so he let the other side tie him up. Even Zhou Ze could hear the sound of bone fracture on his body.

To be honest,

is a bit pleasant.

At the entrance of the corridor in the distance, the half body boy began to climb this way again, wriggling like a mad dog, shouting something in his mouth.

On the other side, sun Qiu, who was covered with corpses, was also walking towards this side.

Small flat head also appeared, and the glass on his head was still there, blood flowing.

Even Zhou Ze's shoes came out from nowhere, ticking away.

"Have you seen everything, because you know, I can see it clearly?"

Zhou Ze mumbles to himself.

In the distance,

the old Taoist priest has sunk into the blood, leaving only the air bubbles occasionally emerging from the position of nose rest. Obviously, he can't support any more.

Those black figures seem to be approaching him, and in the blood, there is a petite figure, not a person, like a cat, waiting for his dinner.

Zhou Ze's fingernails, instead of sweeping around,

but with a kind of courage and determination, directly pierced his chest, and stirred a circle at the same time.

"Hiss..."

The pain was so clear that Zhou Ze's body began to spasm.But it was also at this time that the pictures around began to retreat rapidly. The woman, the small flat head tube, the half body juvenile, the leather shoes, and even the bent dormitory began to return to normal.

Everything seems to be returning to normal.

On the way back, Zhou Ze seems to see a girl standing in the corridor and looking at herself. She is familiar with her appearance.

"Pa!"

The sound of the pages being closed comes from a crisp sound.

"Putong Whoop, whoop, whoop, whoop Cough... "

Lao Dao was lying on the lawn, breathing heavily, and coughing violently. He pinched his neck with both hands, slowly recovered after a while, and then looked around inexplicably.

He saw Zhou Ze standing by with a closed notebook in his hand.

The previous crisp sound is the sound Zhou Ze made when he closed his notebook.

Zhou Ze raised his head, as if he still felt pain in his chest.

"Boss What's going on? " The old Taoist thought he was just going to die, but why did it turn around again?

"You can think about how we got in." Zhou Ze said slowly.

"We drove here. I cheated the security guard at the school gate and drove in. Then we got off the bus and went to the living area. We found block B. then we sneaked in and saw sun Qiu. After that, we had a fight with SuGuan..."

"Think again." Zhou Ze reminds me.

"Think about it?" Lao Dao scratched his head, then his face was shocked, "I I We drove in, yes, but we just got out of the car. It seems that we saw a black cat. The black cat was staring at us in the lawn. I also said that we should take it back as pets.

Then we went to the lawn and found that the black cat was gone, but there was a notebook on the ground. The boss picked it up, and I asked you what was written on it or painted Then And then we will... "

Zhou Ze looked at some old notebooks in his hands, and he dared not open any of them.

"Boss, what about the dormitory?" The old Taoist looked around and found that there was something missing.

"Look at the other dormitory buildings nearby. How do you mark them on them?"

"Building 1, building 2, building 3..." Lao Dao counted them, and then he did not count them. Here are different dormitories named according to Arabic numerals. There is no way to name them in English letters at all!

"Boss Where is block B? "

Zhou Ze pointed to the notebook in his hand, which was painted in block B