Zhou Ze stretched out his hand and rubbed his face, to be honest, he still couldn't understand why Yinggou wanted to do such a thing "secretly"?

This is not in line with the painting style of Yinggou, Tie Hanhan has always belonged to the kind of person who rushed to the opposite five and shouted:

"Come on, I've surrounded the other five!"

A mess of people with iron heads,

How could such a thing be done?

Perhaps, it was because I was too relieved before, so I didn't notice the change in my mood very early.

He only felt that this anger was a little too intense, but he instinctively began to make excuses for this emotion.

If it weren't for the old way that he had been dragging himself in the end,

Maybe I haven't been able to wake up yet,

Maybe

When you get in,

It's just a killing,

Only by killing can you calm down,

And then sit on the bloody floor,

Silently calm down,

Only to find out what I was inexplicable?

It's just that after Lao Dao shouted, Zhou Ze could only temporarily put aside other thoughts in his heart and walked to the door.

And the matter of winning the hook,

You can wait until you go back to bed at night and then settle the account slowly,

Now that it's daytime,

Naturally, you have to do what you have to do.

No wonder Lao Dao is so panicked,

On the kitchen stove, a middle-aged obese woman was lying there horizontally, with a kitchen knife stuck in her chest, the kitchen knife was inserted deeply, and the woman should have been cut with many, many knives, and there were a string of knife marks on her face.

It's like a big persimmon gnawed by a dog, and it bursts into a mess.

This is the old-fashioned classic cooktop pattern in the countryside, with two cauldrons, with the woman's head hanging upside down in one pot and her feet in the other.

Fortunately, there was no water boiling in the pot, and if they were all boiled, the two pots would boil together, and it would probably be able to bring the woman's body to tremble up and down.

If you are cooking vegetables and porridge separately, tsk......

Well?

What was I thinking?

Zhou Ze frowned slightly,

He felt that he needed to go to Wang Ke to see his psychological problems, which might not only be the reason for Ying Gou's influence on him, but also the factors that his inner self was beginning to change.

In fact

Zhou Ze thinks,

Even if Wang Ke, a psychiatrist, is useless for treatment,

But look at Wang Ke,

I can always find some positive energy for myself.

Look, this little hair is still trying to live with a smile,

In this world,

What else is there that can't be overcome?

If Wang Ke turns his experience into an art exhibition, every patient who comes to make an appointment for him has to pass through the story gallery before coming to his office.

The patient will excitedly shake Wang Ke's hand and say:

"We all need to be strong!"

……

"Dead?"

Lao Dao looked at Zhou Ze, his face was very ugly.

It's not that I'm scared, but I can't help but feel that this thing is a little strange, why is it that all of a sudden, the person died?

"Look at what I do, and I don't do it."

Zhou Ze's answer was very blunt.

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

Lao Dao nodded with difficulty, because Zhou Ze came with him, so it was indeed not Zhou Ze who did it.

The two of them walked inside, and the blood flowing from the fat woman's body soaked most of the stove.

The simple rural stove,

The iron pot that has not been washed and cleaned,

Fat old woman,

Blood, blood, blood,

The silence of death,

If you take a high-resolution photo of a large banner and frame it,

On both sides, there are two photos of hot Victoria's Secret girls on the catwalk,

At a glance,

That fan,

Gee......

Zhou Ze touched his forehead again,

No way

I really have to go to Wang Ke.

It's just an appetizer, like a pre-party heat, from the kitchen to the living room.

In the center of the living room, there is a statue of a god, a bit abstract, and it is not clear which god is hanging for the time being, but one thing is for sure, this god seems to be a bit derelict in his duties.

It's like the monks in the temple are skinny, which must mean that the Bodhisattva who runs here is not powerful.

Underneath the idol,

A woman leaned against the front of the cabinet with her head bleeding,

It's the perfect silent complaint.

The woman was supposed to be beaten first, then pushed here, her head hitting the metal bulge behind the cabinet.

It's like a bloody plot in countless TV dramas, where a man pushes a woman and doesn't want to kill, but the woman dies because there's a damn thing behind her.

The screenwriters are too careless, and they don't care about the bloody death for the sake of the bloody plot.

Zhou Ze walked over, tilted his head, and looked back.

oh

See,

It's a sharp thing like a cabinet handle,

It has a silver sheen, but it should not be silver.

This thing,

At this time, it is piercing the back of the woman's head,

The woman sat there, her eyes open, her expression pained, but it was all frozen.

The most insurable thing in the world is not the freezer, nor the fresh-keeping bag, but the ...... Death.

The Grim Reaper pressed the pause button,

Hit the game over again,

Turning around in style,

Leave a black and white screen.

Lao Dao came to Zhou Ze's side, cautiously and cautiously.

"Old Dao, pull her head out."

Zhou Ze pointed at the young woman.

"Squeak!"

The monkey, who had been lying on Lao Dao's shoulder, stretched out his hand and pointed at the woman and barked a few times.

"Oh, is she a crutch?"

Zhou Ze was stunned.

Obviously, on the blue clouds, there must be more than just leaving the breath of a man.

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

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

"Just kidding, do you want to see a hot spring show?"

"Oh, good."

Lao Dao stood up tremblingly, his head muddy.

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

boss

Why does he feel that he is still a little excited?

Zhou Ze now wants to find a pool and give himself a face, but he always feels that his brain is a little unconscious now, probably because of the sequelae of Win Gou?

It's just that

Think again,

It seems that it is not appropriate to put all the faults on Yinggou, and to turn Yinggou into a backstabber.

Zhou Ze took out a cigarette, and Lao Dao suddenly reminded:

"Boss, the police will be here later."

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

"It's okay, we can be eyewitnesses, no, it seems like we should call the spotter."

When the old Taoist heard this, he still shook his head,

Standing next to the corpse and the crime scene finder who was in the mood to smoke?

In the end, Zhou Ze still smoked a cigarette, nicotine really has no effect on him, but this habitual action can always bring him some habitual tranquility.

And then

Go inside,

I saw the pool he wanted.

It's just the other side of the pool,

has been taken by people first,

And he should be in for a long time,

scold

This kind of person,

It's really unqualified.

The crutch fell to the side, and had been broken.

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

The head is still floating in the pool.

There is still water flowing out of the faucet,

Throughout the bathroom,

A layer of water has accumulated.

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

The mirror on the top of the pool had long since shattered, and there was blood staining the cracks in it, but it magnified some of its qualities.

Zhou Ze spit out a puff of smoke rings,

He still remembered that a wax museum had opened behind his bookstore a while ago, and now it had long since closed down, and at this moment, he had the feeling of walking into a wax museum.

With a little bit of relaxation, with a little leisure,

Enjoying this picture of death,

dynamic, static, metamorphosed,

The result is a delicate carving that is pleasing to the eye.

But these things,

But than the animation that moves,

More exciting.

Lao Dao kept holding his mouth beside him, and the little monkey was running his head from time to time, looking around.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! ”

A muffled sound,

Coming from the back room.

The old man is excited, and he immediately reaches into the crotch of his pants and is ready at any time!

Zhou Ze naturally pushed open the door of the back room,

The door was pushed open,

Open the door to the wall,

Splashed with crimson spots,

It's like splashing ink art to the extreme,

It gives people an extremely exciting shock,

In the roughness, with the connotation of volatile imagination;

Within the neatness, there is a palpitating madness hidden.

A middle-aged man in his thirties, wearing only pants, is sitting on the body of a man,

He still has a brick-like thing in his hand,

is constantly smashing at the person who has long been dead under him.

Smash down,

"Bang!"

"Whoa!"

Blood splattered.

Obviously, the splash of ink on the wall is the masterpiece of the man in front of him.

Zhou Ze felt a sense of shame that he had entered the artist's creative territory without invitation.

yes

It really feels that way.

He could see that,

The man in front of him,

He smashed it with concentration, smashed it seriously, smashed it with tenacity,

His arm should have been sore for a long time,

But he's still holding on,

It's a kind of dedication to art,

prompted him to burst out of the potential in his body.

its feelings,

No less than riding a thousand kilometers and no less than trekking through the Sahara.

And when Zhou Ze and Lao Dao's figures appeared at the door,

The man in only his pants raised his head,

Looking at the two at the door,

Suddenly he grinned,

Yellowed teeth exposed,

apparently

He doesn't pay much attention to personal hygiene.

It's like artists don't seem to like trimming,

If you are not sloppy, you will not be able to reflect your own tone.

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

"Whew! Oh! Oh! ”

He let out a burst of cheers,

And

And looked back at the wall behind him,

It's like a painter, showing others his meticulous work.

Lao Dao swallowed his saliva, and pinched his crotch with his five fingers,

I was thinking,

Is this a man or a ghost?

It shouldn't be a human being.

Certainly not people!

Thinking about it,

Lao Dao looked at his boss out of the corner of his eye,

And he saw,

The boss raised his hands,

"Smack! Syllable! Syllable! ”

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