Another familiar face appeared in front of me. The middle-aged man anxiously reached out to help the woman up, but he didn't expect the woman to suddenly change her face, grab his hair, and press his head to the pot on the stove. The hot porridge burned the man's face, the pot overturned, and the man's head quickly burned when it touched the lit fire due to inertia.

The woman seemed to be suddenly relieved, and she didn't care about the man's howl, so she smiled first, held her waist, and took a few steps back.

There was too much movement here, and a young man in pajamas came out of the bedroom.

"Dad, Aunt Gu, what's the matter...... Father! The young man screamed and hurried into the kitchen.

The woman surnamed Gu restrained her expression at this time, and pretended to be concerned and said, "Your father accidentally fell, he ......"

I watched this scene and realized that this dream was related to Zhang Xinrou again. What does it mean to switch between the clips before?

Looking at the skillful movements of the woman surnamed Gu after feeling the pain, she is the first infected, she knows how to get rid of the pain, and she can not hesitate to attack Zhang Xinrou's husband, perhaps her ex-husband.

Who is in front of this woman surnamed Gu?

I recall those flashing clips, remembering the previous one, who seemed to be a middle-aged man, who, like most people, was suddenly stimulated in his sleep, with a picture of a girl on his bedside table. There is also a clip of him being "infected" for the first time, with the angry woman surnamed Gu and the girl. Is it the ex-husband of this surnamed Gu?

I was thinking that Zhang Xinrou's son had already helped his father extinguish the fire on his head and anxiously rinse the burns on his face. He glanced at the woman surnamed Gu a few times, his eyes full of suspicion and anger. The woman surnamed Gu had a fake concern on her face, glanced at the back of Zhang Xinrou's ex-husband, her eyes were dark, and she moved her fingers slightly.

Only then did I notice that Zhang Xinrou's ex-husband had no other manifestations of infectious people! He had no injuries on him! What is this? Zhang Xinrou died and didn't forget her love for him?

And this woman surnamed Gu, why didn't the dream switch the manifestation of her first infection?

My thoughts were interrupted by screams.

The woman surnamed Gu covered her waist again and curled up.

Zhang Xinrou's son was startled, saw the two injured in the family, and hurriedly went to call the emergency number.

The woman surnamed Gu gritted her teeth, stared at the back of Zhang Xinrou's son, and suddenly picked up the kitchen knife on the kitchen table next to her and stabbed him.

Blood splattered on the spot!

Zhang Xinrou's son cried out in pain, turned around and pushed the woman surnamed Gu backwards.

"Are you crazy?"

"Son, I fell on my own, and it has nothing to do with your Aunt Gu." Zhang Xinrou's ex-husband had swollen bubbles all over his face, couldn't open his eyes, groped in the kitchen, and didn't forget to talk to the woman surnamed Gu.

"You're driving me crazy! It's all because of you father and son! That woman is entangled with me, she is entangled with me! Yes...... It hurts...... It hurts......" The woman surnamed Gu covered her bleeding waist, her face turned pale, and her voice gradually became softer.

Zhang Xinrou's son froze.

Her ex-husband was also stunned and murmured, "Xiao Gu, you ...... How do you ......"

In my eyes, the woman surnamed Gu seems to coincide with Zheng Xinxin.

is also tortured to the point of madness, and the same unscrupulous attack on others, just to free himself.

I don't know what kind of qualitative changes have happened to Zhang Xinrou's pain after it was transmitted to them, but looking at this case, I can't help but tremble in my heart.

The breath of the woman surnamed Gu weakened, and blood flowed all over the ground. She collapsed right next to the dining table, blood flowing through the legs of the dining table, the legs of the chairs, and ......

I saw a blank mark of a pair of feet in the blood.

Zhang Xinrou's son, who was continuing to call an ambulance, also saw it, and the woman surnamed Gu who was lying on the ground also saw it.

Tick!

Tick!

Blood dripped in pools of blood.

Like them, I looked up and saw a corpse sitting in a chair.

The corpse sat upright, with a pale complexion, obvious corpse spots, a dull gaze, and an undulating chest, all proving that it was a corpse.

"Mom......" Zhang Xinrou's son moved his lips.

The eyes of the woman surnamed Gu widened, and the faint breath suddenly disappeared, and her chest bulged, as if she had taken a breath of cool air, and in an instant, she died.

Zhang Xinrou's corpse was still dripping blood from the back of her waist, and it was still bright red blood, mixed with the blood of the woman surnamed Gu.

Boom!

The corpse fell crookedly, fell in a pool of blood, as if melted, and disappeared in the blood.

As soon as I saw a flower in front of my eyes, I saw a woman surnamed Gu coming out of the kitchen with dishes, and Zhang Xinrou's son and the daughter of a woman surnamed Gu sitting at the dinner table. Zhang Xinrou's ex-husband followed and brought the soup out. A person is like a happy family of four, sitting around the dinner table. Zhang Xinrou, who they couldn't see, was also sitting on the edge of the dining table, eating her own single meal. At this time, the woman surnamed Gu walked to Zhang Xinrou's side, pulled out a chair, and sat down.

At that moment, Zhang Xinrou trembled violently.

The woman surnamed Gu jumped up, touched the chair suspiciously, and sat down with a smile.

This time, Zhang Xinrou is gone, there are no ghosts, no corpses.

I know that when the woman surnamed Gu replaced Zhang Xinrou and sat in her place, this "contagion" began.

Now, the woman surnamed Gu has died, and the infection has stopped.

However, what about Zhang Xinrou's ghost? Did she get rest? Where is her body?

It hurts, it hurts, it hurts......

Pools of red blood amplified in front of me, and I felt dizzy as the cold air and the soft whispers of women replaced the bloody silence of the living room.

When I looked up, I saw several skeletons in front of me, and on the shelves next to them were glass jars containing formalin and human organs. These specimens, the number alone, is staggering.

It hurts, it hurts, it hurts......

The woman's voice was still so soft, but I could tell that it was a different person's voice.

Zhang Xinrou...... Over here. There were other victims.

My heart was pounding, and I looked at these specimens as if I had seen murders one after another.

Follow women who live alone, and then look for opportunities to do it, and the body is processed and made into a specimen.

Placenta...... The placenta given by Ye Qing can't be related to this, right? Could it be that the placenta is not used to deal with Xiao Tianci, it is used to solve this matter?

I was confused, faced with so many specimens, and I didn't know what to do.

Are they ghosts?

But there is no body. Even Zhang Xinrou has no body.

Just spirits?

So what am I going to do?

I calmed myself down and searched the warehouse-like room.

As long as you know where this is, let Chen Yihan send someone to search, and the murderer can be arrested.

In his ears was a woman's whispered cry of pain, and in front of him was a strange human specimen. Originally, I wasn't afraid of either, but when I put it together, there was a murderous and cold-blooded serial killer, and I couldn't help but be a little hairy.

Walking around the room, I saw a tagged specimen in the corner, which said Huizhou University School of Medicine.

Huizhou University School of Medicine, that's a famous major!

As soon as the thought came to me, I heard the sound of "Kara Kala" and the sound of "gurgling" water.

I jerked my head and saw the skeletons make an uncanny turn, and the eyes in the specimens turned in my direction.

The woman's whisper disappeared at some point.

I was stared at stiffly, and I was in a cold sweat.

Cold sweat...... Cold sweat?

My body tensed, and I suddenly found myself holding the cold handrail of the staircase, leaning over, cold sweat soaking the hem of my clothes, I don't know if I was scared by the fall just now, or by the skeletons.