Four zombies frozen in the morgue came alive and escaped, and the person who said such a thing must have something wrong with his brain, a big problem. Lao Dao drank two cups of rice flowers, so he wouldn't talk nonsense.

"Are you sure the body escaped on its own, and not stolen by a corpse thief?" Cang'er broke the casserole and asked to the end.

"It's not." The old knife spoke resolutely.

Cang'er asked, "Do you have evidence?"

"Yes! Footprints. The old knife said solemnly.

The old knife is a fake, plus this period of time and getting along with the four ghosts day and night, the footprints left on the scene are not the four ghosts at a glance.

Cang'er became interested: "Then you might as well go to the scene and take a look."

The two of them came to the morgue together, and at a glance they saw four rows of damp and clear footprints on the ground from the inside and outside, some small and some of different shades. Only the corpse of the horse fairy was left lying there alone on the ice bed, and the corpses of smokers, drunkards, gamblers, and perverts were nowhere to be found.

Cang Er took off the lantern on the wall and shone it on the ground, and then he squatted down and carefully compared the four rows of footprints. The old knife understood at a glance: the chief catcher tried to find the footprints of the fifth person, to see if the four zombies were driven away by the corpse chaser.

Cang'er searched for a long time, his legs were numb, and he couldn't find the footprints of the corpse chaser, Cang'er beat his waist and stood up, but there was an obvious smile on his face.

"It's going to rain, and the mother is going to get married, let them go." Cang'er said happily.

The old knife was confused and stunned.

Cang Er proposed: "The morgue is too yin, you might as well go back to the council hall for a drink." "It seems that the head catcher has become addicted to the fragrance of rice flowers.

Returning to the meeting hall, Cang'er turned the fire on the stove with tongs, and the old knife swept away the malaise, and his expression was calm.

The two of them chatted and talked like old friends. When he was drunk, the old knife suddenly took out a ball of soft cloth from his arms, unfolded it, and said that he wanted to paint on the spot.

There are ready-made brushes and inks in the hall, and the old knife holds the lamp, and it is painted in a matter-of-fact manner.

In the hazy light and shadow, Cang'er saw a painting, a strange landscape painting.

※ Desperate code word......

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