Chapter 73: :Life

Zheng Quzhi naturally saw it, and was silent for a while, and he sighed again: "It turns out that it is true that ghosts and monsters in the novel can create hallucinations! I thought you were really going to become a zombie."
Hearing this, Yang Huai'an twitched, "My grandfather always said that I was a tough one, and he encouraged me to be a soldier since I was a kid. It seems reasonable."
Zheng Quzhi's eyes moved slightly, and when he thought about it carefully, he suddenly remembered his childhood.
He was an orphan and was later picked up by an old man and lived in a courtyard. He and Lian Liankan met in the courtyard. A few children got together, and within a few days they became good friends and brothers.
At that time, the old man often looked at him and said: "You...you have nobleness in your body. It is the life of a prince in ancient times...When you grow up, you will definitely have a bright future. Don't forget you old man and me!
It's a pity that he became a big star when he grew up. The old man also died of illness a few years ago.
"Zheng Quzhi?" Seeing Zheng Quzhi stunned, Yang Huai'an stretched out his hand and pulled him.
"Huh?" Zheng Quzhi returned to his senses, and subconsciously raised a smile: "Haha, I'm sorry, I'm distracted."
It's impossible to be rich and wealthy, so thank God to keep this little life.

When going out, Yanghuai'an still took the lead.
Zheng Quzhi carried Wei Yan on his back and looked out. The corridor was empty, so quiet that even the sound of breathing was particularly noticeable.
"Hey." Zheng Qu knew a flash of light, and said a little bit of joy: "Do you think there will be a group of zombies-like evil spirits running after us later?"
Isn’t it done in movies like this?
If I remember correctly, there is one episode of that supernatural program that is very popular now that he just thought about it. A group of guests went to a hospital that had been abandoned for a long time, and a group of people like zombies came out, chasing the guests, scaring the guests enough.
But before, Zheng Quzhi always felt that the zombies were played by the staff, but now he is a little uncertain.
There are many things in the world that cannot be explained by science. This is the conclusion he reached after meeting Wei Yan.
"No." Yang Huai'an simply denied it, with some stubbornness between his brows.
It's rare to see this stubbornness on him again, Zheng Quzhi was taken aback, then raised his eyebrows: "You have a strong ability to accept."
He thought that with his stubborn temperament, he would not believe that there are ghosts in the world before he died, but he did not expect that he would accept it so soon.
Yang Huai'an smiled helplessly, looking at the empty corridor, his voice was muted: "I just believe in myself."
Believe in your own judgment and stick to it without reservation. But if he finds that his previous judgment is wrong, he will quickly correct it.
While speaking, the door of a ward suddenly rattled. Yang Huaian's expression changed, and he quickly looked over. There was a hole in the door, and a thin hand stretched out, clutching at them weirdly.
Yang Huai'an paused, looked around for the ward he had just been in, and then turned back without hesitation and picked up an iron rod in the corner.
Yu Guangzhong caught a glimpse of a stool again, so he unloaded the stool, took out a foot of the stool and handed it to Zheng Quzhi: "Take it, don't bump into it again later..."
After a pause, he said uncomfortably, "Evil spirit."
Zheng Quzhi lifted Wei Yan up, and stretched out a hand to pick it up. Halfway through his hand, Yang Huaian took it back again. Zheng Quzhi was startled and was about to ask what was wrong, but he stuffed the iron rod into his hand.
"Let's go."
This time, Yanghuai'an did not hesitate to leave. Zheng Quzhi twitched the corner of his mouth, and there was a smile on his face.
I don't know if Wei Yan just woke up and played a deterrent effect for a while, and the rest of the way was unexpectedly calm, without any accidents. They didn't even see the shadow of the evil spirit.
It's just because I'm talking about a haunted house, I don't know what it was made of. The room is full of bright red blood stains, which is quite oozing.
One of the rooms was in a mess, with tables and stools lying in a mess. But the clue was found in this place, and the discoverer was Yanghuai'an.
As expected.
Watching Yang Huaian pull a drawing from the seam of the table, Zheng Quzhi turned to look at Wei Yan, always feeling that Wei Yan was deliberate. Throw these boring things to him, and only wake up at a critical time to give full play to his importance.
"Zheng Quzhi." There was a smile on Yang Huaian's face: "This is the map of this floor!"
Zheng Quzhi was not too happy, he sighed very heavily, and he stared at his hand for a long time before he said: "Comrade Lamb, do you have food with you?"
He's going to be hungry and exhausted.
After staying in the villa for so long, and staying here for so long, he really couldn't hold on. Originally thought that Wei Yan would still have chocolates there, but he didn't expect that he was clean in his pocket and there was nothing.
Yang Huai'an digs into his pocket, without touching anything, after thinking about it and saying, "I remember Xiao Liu seems to have chocolate there."
When he was guarding outside before, he heard Bai Yao teasing Xiao Liu, saying that he likes to eat sweets like a woman.
Upon hearing this, Zheng Quzhi's brows frowned again. The reason why he and Lamb are so safe is purely because Wei Yan is there, but what about the others? The other three police comrades didn't know what happened.
"Let's go." Regardless of being hungry, Zheng Quzhi gritted his teeth, "Find them quickly."
The second floor is like a maze, it seems simple, but it goes around and there are many intersections, and I don’t know how it was built.
Fortunately, the map pointed out the location of the stairs, they just went there, but Zheng Quzhi always felt that things were not that simple. When he saw the dead body on a corner, Zheng Qu knew that his premonition was not wrong.
Scattered corpses were all over the floor, occupying all the aisles. The small space is full of blood. As soon as Zheng Quzhi saw those things, he couldn't hold back, and Wei Yan, who dropped his back, held on to the wall and vomited dimly.
Yang Huaian walked ahead and was the first to see those things. I don't know if the pile of intestines made him stronger. Seeing these things, his expression was unexpectedly calm.
"Are you okay?" Looking at Zheng Quzhi, who was spitting up against the wall, Yang Huai'an was worried.
Zheng Quzhi was already speechless, and the hot discomfort in his throat made him unable to mention any desire to speak. Needless to say, those corpses were obtained from the dirt in this mass grave.
At first glance, you might think it was a prop put by the staff of the haunted house, but the smell of blood and stench is definitely not what props should have.
Zheng Quzhi's heart was cold, and it took a long time before he asked hoarsely: "We have to go through those... things?"