Vol 3 Chapter 772: applaud

Zhou Ze stretched his hand and rubbed his face. To be honest, he still couldn't understand. Why did Yingge do this kind of thing "sneakly"?
This is not in line with the style of winning the hook. Tie Han Han has always belonged to the kind of person who rushed to the opposite five, and also shouted:
"Come on, I have surrounded the five on the opposite side!"
A messy man with a heavy head,
How could such a thing be done?
Perhaps it was too reassuring before, so I didn't notice the change of my mood very early.
I only felt that this anger came a little too intense, but he instinctively began to excuse this emotion.
If it wasn’t for the old guy to keep pulling himself at the end,
Maybe I haven't been able to wake up now,
Maybe,
After you enter,
It’s just a kill,
Only killing can calm yourself down,
Then sitting on the floor,
Silently calm down,
Did you find yourself inexplicable?
However, after an old shout, Zhou Ze can only temporarily throw away other ideas in his happy, and walked to the door position.
And the thing of winning,
You can wait until you get back to bed at night and slowly settle the accounts,
Now that it is daytime,
Naturally you have to do what you should do.
No wonder Tao is so panic,
On the kitchen stove, a middle-aged obese woman lay there with a kitchen knife in her chest. The kitchen knife was inserted deep, and the woman should have been chopped with many knives and a series of knife marks on her face.
Like a big persimmon bitten by a dog, it burst into a mess.
This is the old-fashioned classic stovetop model in the countryside. Two large pots. The woman's head hangs down in one pot and her feet are in the other.
Fortunately, there is no water in the pot. If both are boiled, the two pots boil together. It is estimated that the woman's body can be shaken up and down together.
If you are burning vegetables, cooking porridge, or...
Ok?
What am I thinking?
Zhou Ze frowned slightly,
He feels that he needs to go to Wang Ke to see the psychological problems. This may not only be the reason why the win hook exerts influence on himself, but also the factors that have begun to change in him.
in fact,
Zhou Ze felt,
Even if Wang Ke's psychologist is useless,
But look at Wang Ke,
Always give yourself a sense of positive energy.
Look, this girl is still alive with a smile,
In this world,
What else can I get through?
If Wang Ke organized his experience as a painting exhibition, each patient who had to book his own appointment had to pass through the story gallery before coming to his office.
The patient will hold Wang Ke's hand excitedly and say:
"We all need to be strong!"
...
"died?"
Old looking at Zhou Ze, his face is very ugly.
Not scared, but involuntarily feel that this matter is a bit strange, how suddenly, people died?
"Look at what I do, but not what I did."
Zhou Ze's answer is very rigid.
In the tone, there is a kind of attitude even if I did it.
The old man nodded with difficulty, because Zhou Ze came with him, then it was indeed not Zhou Ze.
The two went in, and the blood from the obese woman infested most of the stove.
The simple rural stove,
Not cleaned iron pan,
Obese elderly 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 Victorian girls on the T stage,
At a glance,
That fan,
Gee...
Zhou Ze touched his forehead again,
No way,
I really have to go to Wang Ke.
This is just an appetizer, like a hot field before the party, from the kitchen to the living room.
In the middle of the living room, there is a deity, a little abstract. I can't see which fairy is hanging for the time being, but what is certain is that this deity seems to be a bit dereliction of duty.
It’s like the monks in the temple are all thin and boned, which definitely means that the Buddha running here does not give a reason.
Under the idol,
A woman leaned against the cupboard
It is the most perfect silent complaint.
The woman should be beaten first, and then pushed here, her head hit the metal protrusion behind the cabinet.
It's like the dog blood plot in countless TV series. The man pushes the woman and doesn't want to kill, but the woman is dead because there is a thing behind.
The screenwriters are too careless, and they don't care about the death of dog blood for the plot of dog blood.
Zhou Ze walked over, leaned his head, and looked back.
Oh.
Saw,
It's a sharp thing like a cabinet handle,
Stained with silver gloss, but it should not be silver.
This thing,
At this time, the position of the woman's back is being penetrated,
The woman sat there, her eyes open, her expression painful, but she was all frozen.
The most insurable in the world is not the ice storage or the fresh-keeping bag, but...death.
Bleach pressed the pause button,
Play gameover again,
Turned around smartly,
Leave a black and white screen.
The old man got close to Zhou Ze, carefully and carefully.
"Truly, pull her head out."
Zhou Ze pointed at the young woman.
"Squeak!"
The monkey, who had always been lying on the shoulders of Lao Dao, pointed at the woman and barked a few times.
"Oh, is she a kidnapper?"
Zhou Ze suddenly.
Obviously, on Bi Yuntao, there must be more than a man's breath.
The old man squatted down, thinking that the boss asked himself to do so in order to find any clues, and was really ready to reach out and pull the woman's head.
But Zhou Ze stretched his hands on his shoulders,
"Just kidding, do you want to watch the hot spring show?"
"okay."
The old man stood trembling, his head muddled.
To be honest, I don't know why, I saw two corpses in succession, but what he really feared in his heart was not the corpses and the cause of death behind him, but the boss around him.
boss,
How did he feel a little excited?
Zhou Ze is very eager to find a pool and give himself a face. He always feels that his brain is a little unclear now, probably a sequelae of winning a hook?
just,
Think again,
It seems that it is not appropriate to push all the mistakes to the win hook, and to turn the win hook into a fugitive.
Zhou Ze took out his cigarette, and the old man suddenly started to remind:
"Boss, the police will come 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 spot discoverer."
As the old saying goes, he still shook his head,
Standing next to the body and still found the scene of smoking in the scene?
In the end, Zhou Ze still smoked a cigarette. Nicotine had really no effect on him, but this habitual action always brought some habitual tranquility to himself.
then,
go inside,
Saw the pool he wanted.
Just over the pool,
Has been preempted by others,
And he should still dominate for a long time,
Ah,
Such people,
Really unqualified.
The walking stick fell to the side and had been broken.
An old man's face floated in the pool, his legs leaned back, maintaining a sense of dynamic balance.
The head is still floating in the pool.
There is still water flowing out of the tap,
In the entire bathroom,
A layer of water has accumulated.
There was a rope around the old man's neck, which extended to the ground.
The mirror above the pool has already shattered, and the blood has stained the gap, but it has magnified some of its characteristics.
Zhou Ze spit out a smoke ring,
He still remembers that he had opened a wax museum behind his bookstore a while ago, and he has closed down now. At this moment, he has a feeling of walking into the wax museum.
With a little ease, with a little leisure,
Appreciating this picture of death,
Dynamic, static, perverted,
Formed a pleasing carving.
But these things,
It’s better than moving animation,
More exciting.
The old Tao kept holding his mouth next to him, and the little monkey ran his head from time to time, looking away.
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"
There was a muffled sound,
Came from the back room.
A clever old man, he immediately reached into the crotch and was ready at any time!
Zhou Ze pushed the door of the back room naturally.
The door was pushed open,
The door is facing the wall,
Splashes of red dots,
It seems that the art of splashing ink has reached its extreme,
Gives a very exciting shock,
In the wild, with the connotation of the volatile imagination;
Within the neatness, there is hidden palpitations of madness.
A middle-aged man in his thirties wearing only pants is sitting on a man’s body,
He still has a brick-like thing in his hand,
People who have been dying for a long time are slamming at themselves.
Smashed,
"boom!"
"Fuck!"
Spilled blood.
Obviously, the splashing ink on the wall is the masterpiece of this man in front of me.
Zhou Ze felt a sense of shame that he had unsolicitedly entered the artist's creative territory without authorization.
Yes,
I really feel this way.
He can see it,
The man in front of me,
He was very focused, very serious, and very tough,
His arm should have been sore,
But he is still holding on,
This is an attachment to art,
Prompted him to explode the potential in his body.
Its feeling,
It is no less than riding a thousand kilometers, nor inferior to walking through the Sahara.
And when Zhou Ze and Lao Dao's figure appeared at the door,
The man in his pants raised his head,
Looking at the two at the door,
Suddenly grinned,
Showing yellow teeth,
Obviously,
He doesn't pay much attention to personal hygiene,
It seems that artists don’t like trimming,
Without being sloppy, you can't show your tone.
But in his smile, it was full of purity, and even a little sincerity and joy.
"Ao! Ao! Ao!"
He burst into cheers,
and,
Looking back at the wall behind him,
Like a painter~EbookFREE.me~ is showing his elaborate results to others.
The old man swallowed, squeezed his crotch with his five fingers,
Thinking in my heart,
Is this a man or a ghost?
Shouldn't be human,
Certainly not a person!
Thinking about it,
Lao Tao looked at his boss with the corner of his eyes
He saw,
The boss raised his hands,
"Slap! Slap! Slap!"
Start,
applaud……