Chapter 286

Zhou Ze's body slowly tightens to calms down, and the sweat on his forehead drips continuously.

People who have had half body anesthesia should have a similar feeling, that is, you lose consciousness and don't feel pain during the operation, but when the doctor moves the knife on you, you can have a vague feeling, not pain, but that feeling is very strange and uncomfortable.

Zhou Ze calmed down slowly,

even if the woman was still wrapped around her body and called her "husband",

even if two children were still rifling themselves, that's all, they were still picking and choosing.

Zhou Ze talked with little Lori about things like fairyland. Little Lori also said that fairyland is a very low-level existence, and a higher-level one is called jiejie. When encountering fairyland, the most important thing is to be calm.

Only when people are calm can their eyes really see things, and in the illusion, it will design a variety of scenes to stimulate you to generate other emotions.

The most common is when you just die your wife or parents, let your wife's parents appear to call you, or when you just encounter some setbacks, let you encounter that situation again.

Little Lori also said that there is a special layer of hell in the hell. The punishment in it is to let people who are guilty constantly reincarnate their most painful and most reluctant to recall that day every day. There is no end or end.

From deep breathing to slowing down your breathing.

Zhou Ze forgot the woman behind him and the two children in front of him.

Gradually, he began to break away.

Boss Zhou has experienced a lot of illusions. He also has a Book of yin and Yang, which is the peak performance of illusions.

What matter, met many, also numb, also indifferent.

Zhou Ze got up slowly and walked out slowly.

He saw a man being held by a woman and two children tearing at the contents of his stomach.

That man is very strange, Zhou Ze has not seen him, nor is he.

The background around is a kind of rough illusion, a bit like the "Woods" made up of a picture board on the stage, most of which have to be mended by the audience themselves.

Zhou Ze stood still and looked at it carefully for a while.

Looking at their actions, their looks, their posture, their behaviors,

don't say,

it's quite interesting.

But this vision is a little special. It can even have a "third party" perspective.

After watching it for a while, Zhou Ze fell back, yawned, scratched his nails gently on the door panel beside him, and made a low sound,

slowly,

the sound began to become more and more intense,

the sound became more and more harsh,

the sound was like a sharp knife, starting to pierce everything around him, and then At last, the picture and background began to distort and dissipate;

in the air,

there was a smell of ash.

Stretch a stretch, Zhou Ze looked down at his stomach, of course, intact.

Looking to the other side, on the floor, Zhang Yanfeng is sitting on the old road, like riding a horse.

The old Taoist priest was pressed under his body and began to spit white foam at the corners of his mouth.

Zhou Ze walked over and stabbed Zhang Yanfeng gently with his fingernails. Zhang Yanfeng trembled for a moment. The color of love on his face gradually disappeared. He shook his head and stood up when he saw the people under him.

Zhou Ze stabbed the old Taoist again. The old Taoist opened his eyes feebly. When he saw Zhang Yanfeng, he shivered. When he saw Zhou Ze, he was almost moved to cry.

"Boss"

When the baby is riding,

the baby is so aggrieved.

"I'm sorry, brother."

Zhang Yanfeng is also very embarrassed to help the old way up.

Fortunately, Zhang Yanfeng is riding a merry go round instead of a horse galloping on the grassland. If it's the latter, it's really hard to say whether the old Taoist priest can survive.

Three people sat down on the sofa in the living room on the first floor.

Lao Dao has suffered a lot from flesh and skin. In fact, he is in a good mental state and has no major problems. He has been with two ghost bosses and has seen a lot of troubles.

It is Zhang Yanfeng who is still in a state of trance. Indeed, for him, the time he has experienced today is equivalent to destroying his three outlooks again on the basis of the previous iron chain events.

Zhou Ze looks at his right hand,

hand,

is the figure of his art.

Especially those five nails, no matter how good they are, can't be repaired by the manicurist.

At the fingertip, there is a black mist around, palm down, Zhou Ze stabs his fingernails into the floor.The black fog began to spread around, which was the way Zhou Ze used to find ghosts.

Some ghosts are good at hiding. Even if they are bad, you can't find them. This method is very effective for ghosts and even for monsters.

However,

this time,

doesn't seem to work.

The black fog continued to linger, even after escaping all around, it soon turned back again.

After Zhou Ze started looking for ghosts with his fingernails, Lao Dao made a posture of waiting for the devil. This time, he vowed that if something happened, he would jump directly to his boss, and he could not let the policeman carry him away even if he was killed.

He is professional in arresting prisoners, but the boss is more reliable in arresting ghosts.

Zhou Ze shook his head, took back his fingernails with some doubts, gently stroked the palm of his right hand with his left hand, and said:

"this room, no problem."

Yes,

if there is something here, it can't be sensed at all.

"What? Boss, do you have a fever?

No problem?

No problem. What happened before? "

Zhou Ze lit a cigarette, spit out a cigarette ring: "I also experienced that scene, it's a little scary."

"Not a little."

As he spoke, Lao Dao gave Zhang Yanfeng a very sad look, and he almost killed his old body.

"Terror is terror, and eerie is eerie, but in fact, I didn't realize that there was any ghost gas, and there was no ghost gas."

"What is that?"

"I don't know either." Zhou Ze shrugged. "There are so many supernatural things in the world. It's not clear what other reasons this villa is caused by."

Zhang Yanfeng lowers his head silently and reaches for his hair.

"I saw the merry go round. I saw my sister and her two children."

"I saw it, too." The old way echoed, "by the way, there's a big Alaska!"

"Well, in fact, I didn't see the carousel, but I did see a woman with two children, but I didn't see any dogs."

"Dogs?"

At the beginning, Zhang Yanfeng didn't respond to the old saying about dogs. When Zhou Ze talked about dogs, Zhang finally woke up. As if he thought of something, he took out his mobile phone, opened the album, pointed to a photo and asked the old saying:

"is this dog?"

The old man took a look at it and shook his head. "This is little Alaska. I see a big Mac."

"Big Mac?" Zhang Yanfeng squinted.

Zhou Ze also fell into a deep meditation. "That is to say, the two scenes we see, the things that appear in them, are all in reality.

The doll must have been at home before;

the dog is a child, but it is also a dog, and also Alaskan.

In fact, when you came in, there was no merry go round. There was a small merry go round in the flower garden at the door. It needed to be pushed by people. A small toy that a child could only sit on and play with could not be compared with that in the playground, but there were some.

In fact, everything in the scene comes from real life. "

"Boss, what do you think, just say it."

"The problem is, I still didn't think of anything."

Zhou Ze shakes his ashes and says:

"it's so troublesome. I want to go back and persuade Yingying to sell the house. It's too troublesome to live in it."

"Is this a dream?" Zhang Yanfeng suddenly said, "because dreams are projections of reality."

"Dream?" Zhou Ze smiled. "It's not a dream."

It's impossible for a low-level dreamland to sleep successfully. Unless there is a white warbler around, boss Zhou is desperately taking sleeping pills, and he can't sleep. If he can't sleep, don't mention dreaming.

"It's not a dream, but a projection of reality. What else can it be?"

Zhang Yanfeng is still talking to himself.

"I said elder brother, if there is a specialty in the art industry, don't join in. It's more and more dangerous. Don't come alone in the future. Anyway, the house is sold to my boss, right?"

Although Zhang Yanfeng almost sat him to death, he also recognized him as a good policeman. As ordinary people, good policemen are still cherished by all.

At this time, Zhou Ze's mobile phone rings, which is actually the phone of Bai Yingying.

"Hello."

"What are you, boss?"

"I'm looking into the case with the police. "

" Oh, the boss is so hard. "

"What is it?"

"It's like this. I'll tidy up the house today Oh no, when cleaning the house, I found the file that the boss told me to hide that day and not let you see. ""Oh." Zhou Zeying said, "what's the matter?"

Zhou Zeyuan thought that Bai Yingying would say that the place where the murder happened was the villa she just bought.

But Zhou Ze thinks wrong.

Bai Yingying has no idea about this at all. She has bought too many houses. She only remembers the number. If she doesn't check the real estate certificate, she doesn't know where her house is.

"Boss, I know the dead on this file."

"Yes?"

Zhou Ze frowned.

"Yes, I can see her every day when I clean the bookstore?"

She's in the bookstore?

"What do you mean?"

If the dead woman is in the bookstore, is Zhou Ze blind? How can he not see?

"It's really in the bookstore. People clean the bookshelves every day. There is a row of horror suspense novels. People have seen her name.

Her name is Zhang Tianquan. Her pen name is more funny. Her name is the second sister-in-law of boudoir.

Boss, every time I clean the bookshelf and see this book, people laugh and starve. "

"Your second sister-in-law is your sister..." Zhou Ze looks at Zhang Yanfeng. "No, it's Zhang Tianquan, it's

"It's my sister's name."

Zhou Zedian nodded and asked: "Yingying, what is the title of her book?"

Zhang Yanfeng said before that his sister usually lives at home with her children to write novels, but Zhou Ze didn't expect to actually publish books.

"The titles of books,

call,

I love my family,

are just the titles printed in blood color."