Chapter 775

Zhou Ze reached out his hand and rubbed his face. To be honest, he still couldn't understand why yinggou had to "sneak around" to do such a thing?

This is not in line with the painting style of winning hook. Tie Hanhan always belongs to the kind of person who rushes to the five opposite sides and shouts:

"hurry up, I have surrounded the five opposite sides!"

How can a person with iron head do such a thing?

Perhaps, it was too relieved before, so I didn't find the change of my mood very early.

I only think the anger of this stock is a little too fierce, but he instinctively starts to find excuses for this stock mood.

If it's not for the Taoist priest to pull himself all the time,

maybe he hasn't sobered up yet,

maybe,

after he enters,

it's all killing,

only killing can calm him down,

then sitting on the bloody floor,

quietly calm down,

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However, after the old Taoist called out, Zhou Ze could only temporarily throw away other ideas in happy and walked to the door.

When it comes to winning the hook,

you can wait until you get back to bed at night and then slowly calculate your account.

now that it's daytime,

naturally do what you should do.

It's no wonder that the old Taoist priest is so panic.

on the kitchen stove, a fat middle-aged woman lies there, with a kitchen knife in her chest. The kitchen knife is very deep. Moreover, many knives should have been cut on her body, and there is a series of knife marks on her face.

It's like a big persimmon eaten by a dog. It's blown up.

This is an old-fashioned classic kitchen model in the countryside. There are two big pots. The woman's head is hanging in one pot and her feet are in the other.

Fortunately, there is no water in the pot. If both pots boil together, it is estimated that they can shake up and down with the body of the woman.

If you are cooking and porridge separately, tut tut

Yeah?

What am I thinking?

Zhou Ze frowned slightly,

he felt that he needed to go to Wang Ke for a look at the psychological problems, which may not only be the reason why winning hook exerts influence on him, but also the internal factors that are already changing.

In fact,

Zhou Ze thinks,

even if Wang Ke is a psychotherapist who is useless,

but if you look at Wang Ke,

you can always find a positive energy for yourself.

Look, this little girl is still trying to live with a smile. In this world, what can't go through?

If Wang Ke makes his own experience into a painting exhibition, every patient must pass through the story Gallery before making an appointment to come to his office. Maybe after waiting for the office,

the patient will excitedly hold Wang Ke's hand and say:

"we all need to be strong!"

……

"Dead?"

The old Taoist looked at Zhou Ze and his face was very ugly.

It's not frightening, but I can't help but think it's a little strange. How can I suddenly die?

"It depends on what I do, not what I do."

Zhou Ze's answer was blunt.

In the tone, there is an attitude that even if I do it, there is something else.

Lao Dao nods his head difficultly, because Zhou Ze is with him, that's not what Zhou Ze did.

Two people go inside, the blood that flows out of fat woman's body, soaks most hearth.

The simple rural kitchen,

the unwashed iron pot,

the fat elderly woman,

blood, blood,

the silence of death,

if you take a large banner of high-definition photos to be framed,

two sides of the table are matched with two pictures of hot Vizier girls,

at a glance,

that style,

tut Tut

Zhou Ze touched his forehead again,

No,

I really need to find Wang Ke.

It's just an appetizer. It's like a hot spot before the opening of the party, from the kitchen to the living room.

In the middle of the living room, there is a picture of a deity. It's a little abstract. For the moment, we can't see which way the deity is hanging. But we can be sure that the deity seems to be malfeasance.

suck like a monk in the temple, and every one of them is thin and bony. It means that the Bodhisattva running here does not give a reason. Under the

statue, a woman in

is head broken and bleeding in front of the cupboard.

is the most perfect silent accusation.

The woman should have been hit first, then pushed here, and her head hit the metal bulge behind the cabinet.It's like the dog blood plot in countless TV dramas. Men push women and don't want to kill, but women die because there's a damn thing behind them.

The writers don't pay much attention to the story of dog blood, and they don't care about the way of dog blood dying.

Zhou Ze goes over, turns his head and looks back.

Oh,

see,

is a sharp thing similar to the handle of a cabinet,

has silver luster, but it should not be silver.

This thing,

is now stabbing into the back of the woman's brain,

the woman is sitting there, her eyes are open, her expression is painful, but it has solidified.

The safest thing in the world is not an ice bank or a fresh bag, but Death.

Death pressed the pause key,

played gameover again,

turned around smartly,

left a black and white screen.

The old Taoist priest approached Zhou Ze carefully.

"Lao Dao, pull her head out."

Zhou Ze pointed to the young woman.

"Squeak!"

The monkey, who had been lying on the shoulder of the Taoist priest, reached out and pointed to the woman and shouted.

"Oh, is she a crutch?"

Zhou Ze suddenly.

Obviously, there must be more than just a man's breath on the blue cloud.

Lao Dao squatted down, thinking that the boss told him to do this to find out what clues, and he was really ready to reach out and pull out the woman's head.

But Zhou Ze stretched out his hand and pressed it on his shoulder,

"jokingly, do you want to see the hot spring performance?"

"Oh, yes."

The Taoist priest stood up tremblingly, his head was not clear.

To be honest, I don't know why I saw two corpses in a row, but what he was really afraid of was not the two corpses and the cause of death behind them, but the boss around him.

Boss,

How can I feel that he is still a little excited?

Zhou Ze now wants to find a pool to wash his face. He always feels that his brain is not clear. Maybe it's the sequela of winning hook?

However,

think again,

it seems that it's not appropriate to put all the faults on the hook and turn the hook into a back boiler man.

Zhou Ze took out his cigarette, and Lao Dao suddenly began to remind him:

"boss, the police will come later."

If you find a cigarette end, it's hard to explain.

"It's OK. We can be witnesses. No, it seems we should call the scene finder."

Old Taoist hears the words, or shakes his head,

standing next to the corpse is the scene finder who is in the mood to smoke?

In the end, Zhou Ze smoked a cigarette. Nicotine really didn't work for him, but this habitual action always brought him some habitual peace.

Then,

walked in,

saw the pool he wanted.

Just over the pool,

has been occupied by people step by step,

and he should be occupying for a long time,

Oh,

this kind of person,

really has no quality.

The crutch fell to one side and had been broken.

An old man's face was still floating in the pool, with his legs back, maintaining a sense of dynamic balance.

Head, still floating in the pool.

There is still water flowing out of the faucet. There is a layer of water accumulated in the whole bathroom.

There was also a rope around the old man's neck that stretched to the ground.

The mirror on the pool has been broken for a long time, and some of its characteristics have been magnified by the blood stained gaps.

Zhou Ze spits out a cigarette ring,

he still remembers that he opened a wax museum in the back of his study a while ago, and it has already closed down. At this moment, he has a feeling of walking into the wax museum.

With a little bit of ease and a little bit of leisure,

appreciate this death picture,

dynamic, static, abnormal,

form a delightful and exquisite sculpture.

But these things,

are more exciting than moving animation,

.

The old Taoist priest kept his mouth shut all the time, and the little monkey was running his head from time to time, looking around.

"Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong! "

A muffled sound,

came from the inner room.

Lao Dao is a spirited man. He can reach into his crotch and be ready at any time!

Zhou Ze naturally opened the door of the inner room,

the door was opened,

the door was facing the wall,

the red spots were splashed,For example, the art of ink splashing has reached the acme,

gives people a very exciting shock force,

in the rough, with the connotation of volatile people's imagination;

in the neat, there is a palpitating madness.

A middle-aged man in his thirties, wearing only underpants, is sitting on a man with a brick in his hand. He is constantly smashing at the man who has been cut off for a long time.

Smash down,

"bang!"

"Bahaw!"

Blood splashed.

Obviously, the ink splashing on the wall is the man's masterpiece.

Zhou Ze has a sense of shame that he came here uninvited and entered the artist's creation territory without permission.

Yes,

it really does.

He can see that the man in front of

is very focused, very serious and tough, his arm should have been sore for a long time,

but he is still holding on,

this is a kind of dedication to art,

urges him to burst out his potential in the body.

Its feeling is no less than that of riding thousands of kilometers or walking through Sahara.

When Zhou Ze and Lao Dao's figure appeared at the door,

the man with only underpants raised his head,

looked at the two men at the door,

suddenly grinned, and

showed yellow teeth,

obviously,

he didn't pay much attention to personal hygiene,

just like an artist doesn't seem to like trimming the border,

if he wasn't a bit sloppy I can't express my voice.

But his smile was full of pure, even a little bit of sincerity and joy.

"Oh! Ow! Oh! "

He issued a cheering voice,

and,

also looked back at the wall behind him,

like a painter, showing his meticulous achievements to others.

The old Taoist swallows saliva, pinches his crotch with his fingers, and thinks to himself,

is this a ghost?

It shouldn't be a person,

it must not be a person!

Thinking about it,

Lao Dao looked at his boss with the corner of his eyes,

he saw,

the boss raised his hands,

"pa! PA! PA! "

At first,

applause