Chapter 772 Applause

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Zhou Ze stretched out his hand and rubbed his face. To be honest, he still couldn't understand why Yinggou did such a thing "sneaky"?

This is not in line with Yinggou's painting style. Tie Hanhan has always belonged to the kind of person who rushes to the opposite five and shouts:

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

A hard-headed mess,

How could such a thing be done?

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

I just felt that this anger was a bit too intense, but he instinctively began to find excuses for this emotion.

If it hadn't been for the old man who had been dragging himself in the end,

Maybe I haven't woken up yet.

perhaps,

After I go in,

It's just a kill.

Only by killing can you calm yourself down,

and sit on the bloody floor,

silently calm down,

Only then did you discover your inexplicable?

However, after the old man yelled, Zhou Ze could only temporarily put aside other thoughts in his heart and walked towards the door.

and win hook thing,

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

Now that it's daytime,

Naturally you have to do what you have to do.

No wonder the old man was so panicked,

On the kitchen stove, a middle-aged obese woman was lying there, with a kitchen knife stuck in her chest. The kitchen knife was inserted very deep. Moreover, the woman should have been cut many, many times, and there were still a series of knife marks on her face.

Like a big persimmon gnawed by a dog, it burst into a mess.

This is the old-fashioned classic stove model in the countryside, two large pots, the woman's head hangs upside down in one pot, and her feet are in the other pot.

Fortunately, there was no water in the pot. If both pots were filled with water, the two pots would boil together, and it would probably bring the woman's body to tremble together.

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

Um?

What am I thinking about?

Zhou Ze frowned slightly,

He felt that he needed to go to Wang Ke to see his psychological problems. This might not only be the reason why Yinggou exerted an influence on him, but also the factors that were beginning to change within him.

actually,

Zhou Ze thinks,

Even if the psychiatrist Wang Ke is useless,

But look at Wang Ke,

Always find some positive energy for yourself.

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

In this world,

What hurdles are there?

If Wang Ke made his own experience into an art exhibition, every patient who came to make an appointment to come to his office would have to pass through the story gallery.

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

"We all need to be strong!"

...

"died?"

The old man looked at Zhou Ze with an ugly expression on his face.

It's not that I'm scared, but I can't help but feel that this matter is a bit strange. Why did the person die all of a sudden?

"Look at what I do, it's not what I did."

Zhou Ze's answer was very blunt.

In his tone, there was an attitude that even if I did it, there was nothing wrong with it.

The old man nodded with difficulty, because Zhou Ze came with him, so it was indeed not Zhou Ze who did it.

The two walked in, and the blood from the obese woman soaked most of the stove.

The simple rural stove,

An unwashed iron pan,

fat elderly woman,

blood, blood, blood,

the silence of death,

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

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

at a glance,

That style,

tsk tsk...

Zhou Ze touched his forehead again,

no,

I really have to go to Wang Ke.

This is just an appetizer, like a hot spot before the opening of the party, from the kitchen to the living room.

In the very center of the living room, hung a statue of a god, which was a bit abstract. It was impossible to tell which god it was, but what was certain was that this god seemed to be a bit dereliction of duty.

Just like the monks in the temple are all skinny, it must mean that the Bodhisattva running here is not strong enough,

under the statue,

A woman leaned against the cabinet with her head bleeding,

It is simply the most perfect silent indictment.

The woman should have been hit first, then pushed here, hitting her head on a metal bump behind the cabinet.

It's like the bloody plot in countless TV dramas. The man pushes the woman without intending to kill, but the woman dies because there is a damn thing behind her.

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

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

oh,

Saw,

is a similar

The sharp thing on the handle of the cabinet,

It has a silvery sheen, but it shouldn't be silver.

this thing,

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

The woman sat there with her eyes open, her expression painful, yet frozen.

The safest thing in this world is not the freezer, nor the fresh-keeping bag, but... death.

Death hit the pause button,

Play game over again,

Turn around gracefully,

leaving a black and white screen.

The old Taoist approached Zhou Ze, cautiously.

"Old Daoist, pull out her head."

Zhou Ze pointed to the young woman.

"Squeak!"

The monkey that had been lying on the old man's shoulder pointed at the woman and yelled a few times.

"Oh, is she a kidnapper?"

Zhou Ze was stunned.

Obviously, Bi Yuntao must not only leave behind a man's breath.

The old man squatted down, thinking that the boss told him to do this to find some clues, and he was really going to reach out to pull out the woman's head.

But Zhou Ze put his hand on his shoulder,

"Just kidding, do you want to watch the hot spring show?"

"okay."

The old Taoist stood up tremblingly, his head was muddled.

To be honest, for some reason, he saw two corpses in a row, but in his heart, what he was really afraid of was not the two corpses and the cause of death behind them, but the boss beside him.

boss,

Why do you feel that he is still a little excited?

Zhou Ze really wanted to find a pool and give himself a face wash. He always felt that his mind was a little unclear now, maybe it was the sequelae of winning the hook?

only,

Think again,

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

Zhou Ze took out his cigarette, and the old Taoist suddenly reminded him:

"Boss, the police will come later."

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

"It's okay, we can be witnesses, no, it seems that we should be called spot discoverers."

Hearing the words, the old Taoist still shook his head,

A crime scene finder standing next to the corpse and smoking in the mood?

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.

Then,

go inside,

Saw the pool he wanted.

Just over there by the pool,

It has already been taken over by others.

And he should occupy it for a long time,

Ah,

Such people,

Really no quality.

The walking stick fell to the side and had been broken.

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

The head was still floating in the pool.

Water keeps flowing from the faucet.

throughout the bathroom,

A layer of water accumulated.

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

The mirror above the pool had also been shattered a long time ago, and blood stained the gaps in it, but it magnified some of its characteristics.

Zhou Ze exhaled a smoke ring,

He still remembered that he opened a wax museum behind his study a while ago, but it has long since closed down. At this moment, he has a feeling of walking into a wax museum.

With a little ease, with a little leisure,

Admire this picture of death,

dynamic, static, perverted,

A pleasing and delicate carving is formed.

but these things,

Chobi can move animation,

more exciting.

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

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

There was a muffled sound,

Came from the back room.

The old man was shocked, and immediately stretched his hand into his crotch to be ready at any time!

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

The door was pushed open,

Open the door facing the wall,

Splashed with scarlet spots,

Like the art of splashing ink has reached the extreme,

Gives a very exciting shock,

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

Within the tidiness, there is a palpitating madness hidden.

A middle-aged man in his thirties, wearing only underpants, is sitting on a man's body,

He was holding something like a brick in his hand,

He was constantly hitting the person under him who had died a long time ago.

drop it,

"boom!"

"Hey!"

Blood spattered.

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

Zhou Ze felt ashamed that he came here uninvited and entered the artist's creative territory without authorization.

Yes,

Really feel that way.

he can see

,

The man in front of me,

He smashed very focused, serious and tenacious,

His arm should have been so sore.

But he still persisted,

This is an obsession with art,

Prompted him to burst out the potential in his body.

its feeling,

No less than riding thousands of kilometers, no less than walking through the Sahara.

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

The man in shorts raised his head,

Looking at the two people at the door,

Suddenly grinning,

showing yellowed teeth,

Obviously,

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 accent.

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

"Aw! Aw! Aw!"

He let out a cheer,

and,

Looking back at the wall behind me,

Like a painter, showing others his meticulous results.

The old man swallowed, and squeezed his crotch tightly with five fingers,

I was thinking,

Is this a human or a ghost?

It's probably not human, right?

Certainly not human!

think about it,

The old man looked at his boss out of the corner of his eye,

he saw

The boss raised his hands,

"Crack! Crack! Crack!"

start,

applaud……

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