Chapter 12 Death No. 2
Three o'clock at midnight.
Dong, dong dong!
There were heavy footsteps outside the door, and the sound was getting closer.
Fang Zhi held the crowbar tightly, and the plastic bag on his face obscured his expression, but his slightly trembling hands revealed his true state of mind.
"This patient is different from the previous one. His body mutates due to the virus and he is very aggressive. He should be subdued before treatment."
Bang!
The door was kicked open by a big foot.
A terrifying figure appeared in front of Fang Zhi. According to Qi Zhiyong, such a thing should not be a weak evil spirit, but a powerful evil spirit that cannot be shaken by mortals!
Fang Zhi shook like chaff in a sieve.
This is the natural fear of predators for creatures at the lower end of the food chain.
A revolving lantern even flashed through his mind, and the scenes shown in the revolving lantern were the most impressive scenes in his life.
His family affection, his love, the honor he received.
And that day...
That night, he returned home as usual and opened the door of the new house he bought at a low price.
His parents didn't come out to greet him as usual. He searched suspiciously and finally found blood leaking out of a small cabinet at home.
He hurriedly opened the cabinet door and saw that his parents' bodies were twisted and forced into the small cabinet, so that there was no gap in the cabinet.
Two faces that have been deformed by the backlog reveal strange smiles.
"Son, you are back. This house is really good to buy..."
When this picture appeared in Fang Zhi's mind, Fang Zhi stopped trembling. As if he was angry, he let out a deafening roar, raised the steel crowbar, and smashed it towards Da Sui's head.
Bang!
The huge palm grabbed Fang Zhi’s head and easily pressed him to the ground. Fang Zhi’s movements could not shake Da Sui at all, but he still used the crowbar to knock Da Sui hard. head.
Under the big hand.
Fang Zhi's face was twisted, and tears mixed with blood flowed down.
"I know, I have always known that this is all true...but I have to believe that ghosts do not exist, otherwise..."
"Otherwise, wouldn't it be my fault?"
Poof!
Fang Zhi’s head was crushed.
Da Sui picked up his hand and shook it, a little confused.
Where did this guy get the courage to rush towards him?
But rice, just rice.
Even if you muster up the courage, it’s just a little too chewy.
......
Wu Xian sat by the wall, listening to all the sounds outside the door.
After hearing Fang Zhi's roar, he shook his head.
Wu Xian had always thought that Fang Zhi was just a tough-talking coward, but he didn't expect that he would make such a big fuss before his death.
Fang Zhi is dead, the next step is the key.
After waiting for a while, Lu Yuzhu's cell phone vibrated. Wu Xian used this cell phone to set the alarm clock in advance. Without this cell phone, Wu Xian would have had a hard time keeping track of time.
Wu Xian sat up from the ground and opened the door carefully. Because it was oiled with pig intestines, the sound of opening the door could be ignored.
The corridor is gloomy, the ground is covered with muddy watermarks that have not yet dried up, and the dim lights keep flashing, giving people a depressing and terrifying feeling. Wu Xian feels a chill just by opening the door. It went straight to my heart, and all the pores in my body seemed to be opened.
Although very permeable.
But there is no one in the corridor, and there is no evil spirit!
"It's true!"
Wu Xian straightened his back. As early as yesterday morning, he had guessed from the drying time of the cement seal that Yinghua left half an hour before dawn, and Yesterday it was six o'clock in the morning, so he set the alarm clock at 5.30.
This means that after this, until dawn, the corridor is safe and private!
The accuracy of this guess is not 100%, but for the greater good, Wu Xian can only choose to take risks. Wu Xian first looked at all the rooms.
Fang Zhi’s door was broken open, and there were more than a dozen palm prints on it. It seemed that Yu Yinghua had deep resentment towards him.
On the door of room 408, there is a palm print that has not yet dried up.
This is the room where Yue Mei lives. This timid nurse was still targeted by the evil spirit early on.
Wu Xian thought for a moment and started his plan.
He wiped off the palm print on Yue Mei's door, wiped it on the wet cement mark on the ground, put his hand on Room 402 where Qi Zhiyong lived, and then simply repaired it with a pen. It's nine percent similar to Yu Yinghua's palm print!
He did this for three purposes.
First of all, Yue Mei is a pretty nice girl, and he wants to try to save her.
Secondly, he wants to try to decipher the logic of Da Sui’s murder and know how he chooses his targets. Does he rely on handprints? Or the door that has been fingerprinted? Or tagged a room, or simply tagged a person?
In the end, Wu Xian was unhappy with Qi Zhiyong and wanted to cause some trouble for Qi Zhiyong.
Qi Zhiyong asked Wu Xian to explore Lu Yuzhu's room just to let Wu Xian take the risk and obtain information. Wu Xian was cursed for this, but he did not compensate for it afterwards, and even deliberately treated Wu Xian Treat them differently.
His attitude convinced Wu Xian that if there was a situation where someone had to be sacrificed, Qi Zhiyong would definitely sacrifice him without hesitation.
Then Wu Xian felt that it was appropriate for Qi Zhiyong to obtain information for himself and take some risks.
After doing this, Wu Xian did not return to the room.
Instead, he came to Room 407 of Fang Zhi.
Just to test the evil action mode is not enough for Wu Xian to take such a big risk. What really drives him to go out before dawn...
It is profit!
This period is the best time to monopolize the benefits of Fangzhi’s room!
Stepping into Room 407, Wu Xian saw Fang Zhi’s body with a broken head. His hand was tightly holding the crowbar, obviously he was still trying to fight back until the last moment.
"It's a clean death. It's pretty good. I'm lucky."
If he can't escape death in the end, Wu Xian would rather die like Fang Zhi instead of being tortured like Lu Yuzhu.
Wu Xian quickly searched in the room.
While searching, Wu Xian saw a photo, which was a photo of Fang Zhi's family of three. In the photo, the faces of his father and mother had been rubbed until they were blurred.
But Wu Xian didn't care about Fang Zhi's family background. He threw the photo aside and quickly searched the room thoroughly.
Wu Xian did not find the statue this time, but he found three fragrant brown incense sticks under the mattress. After getting the incense sticks, new content appeared on the prop page.
Aged thuja incense: calms the air and calms the nerves, reduces swelling and removes blood stasis. A set of three sticks can be used to worship gods.
“Tch...”
Wu Xian curled his lips in disappointment. He thought three sticks of incense could be used three times.
“Go back and catch up on your sleep, refresh yourself, and have fun with Qi Zhiyong later.”
...
Qi Zhiyong was particularly angry.
His face was cloudy and uncertain, and his anger was reserved, like a volcano about to erupt.
"Why is it me? I'm already careful enough. Isn't it because the woman found out that I was marked? Did I make any omissions?"
Wu Xian finally went out and rubbed With sleepy eyes, he laughed out loud when he saw Qi Zhiyong's ugly face.
"Pfft..."
Qi Zhiyong turned around and glared: "Why are you laughing?"
Wu Xian spread his hands in a sinister manner: "I remembered something happy."
Qi Zhiyong was angry. He cursed, then turned his head and stopped looking at Wu Xian. He had no mood or time to tangle with Wu Xian.
Wu Xian’s sarcasm was intentional.
He was treated like that by Qi Zhiyong. If he wasn't happy when he saw Qi Zhiyong being so unlucky, it would appear to be too scheming, and Qi Zhiyong might suspect that it was him.
(End of this chapter)