Chapter 1 Zhou Ze

Zhou Ze and the old Taoist priest walked out of the hospital. Bai Yingying arrived by taxi just then. She wore blue jeans and a white sweatshirt, looking very youthful and beautiful.

Although she had been asleep for two hundred years, her age still remained at sixteen.

"Boss," Bai Yingying greeted Zhou Ze from across the road.

"So, wild ones are just prone to causing trouble." The old Taoist sniffed, watching Bai Yingying walk over from the other side of the road, and sighed, "Home-raised ones are more sensible."

Now things were very clear. The mastermind was very likely a zombie, and there happened to be a home-raised zombie in the bookstore, namely Bai Yingying.

The old Taoist had personally seen Bai Yingying responsible for cleaning and greeting customers, and after finishing work, she had to sleep with the boss. She was truly the most dedicated employee of the new era and the new century.

"Boss, is the matter very serious?" Bai Yingying asked as she walked over. She knew that if things hadn't been difficult to a certain extent, the boss wouldn't have specifically called her.

Zhou Ze looked at the old Taoist priest, "Tell her the situation." Immediately, Zhou Ze stopped a taxi, and everyone got in the car together.

The car drove to the villa area, and after the three got out of the car, they walked directly to the villa where Wang Ke was located.

After ringing the doorbell, Wang Ke quickly opened the door and made a "please" gesture to Zhou Ze and the others.

"The soup will be ready soon, let's all have some. You can't neglect your body while working."

"This gentleman's words are very agreeable to this poor Taoist."

The old Taoist was overjoyed. He had only eaten half of his midnight snack before he had to pay the bill and follow Zhou Ze back to the hospital. His stomach wasn't completely full yet.

Everyone sat down in the living room. Wang Ke carried a tray with four bowls of meat soup, placing one in front of Zhou Ze, the old Taoist priest, and Bai Yingying. He also held one himself.

The meat soup was very pure, sprinkled with scallions, and a drop or two of sesame oil on top. Each bowl also contained two or three pieces of meat. The old Taoist priest didn't stand on ceremony, picking up the bowl and starting to eat directly, enjoying it very much.

Watching the old Taoist priest holding the bowl and drinking the soup in large gulps, Zhou Ze sat on the side, shaking his head slightly. For some reason, he felt nauseous. Even though the soup in front of him hadn't been touched at all, the feeling of revulsion was extremely strong.

Bai Yingying didn't eat anything either, and the soup in front of her remained untouched.

"Ah, satisfying!"

The old Taoist priest wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and seeing that Zhou Ze hadn't touched his chopsticks, he said with some surprise:

"Boss, have some, warm yourself up."

"I'm not hungry, you eat it." Zhou Ze said.

"That's not appropriate." The old Taoist declined.

"Eat it, don't waste it."

Saying that, Zhou Ze also sent the bowl of meat soup that had originally been placed in front of Bai Yingying to the old Taoist priest.

"Haha, then I won't stand on ceremony. Mr. Wang's cooking skills are truly unmatched."

The old Taoist priest began to feast again.

Zhou Ze felt that he couldn't watch anymore, so he stood up and looked at Wang Ke, "Let's talk about the case."

Wang Ke nodded, put down his chopsticks, got up, and motioned for Zhou Ze to follow him into the study.

On the desk in the study, there were many documents.

"Here, these are the photos that were just sent. The dissected corpses are fine, nothing happened, but some of the corpses that didn't have time to be dissected have undergone abnormal changes. The corpses have turned into pus, and some emergency reactions that dead people shouldn't have have also appeared.

For example, suddenly sitting up on the stretcher, and some people heard the sound of walking inside. After receiving this news, I immediately thought of you."

Wang Ke placed a stack of photos in front of Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze asked while flipping through the photos:

"What other clues are there?"

Zhou Ze already knew what was in the photos, he had just personally experienced it.

"The police investigated the identities of all the deceased. Actually, there weren't too many surprises. The deceased were basically all people related to that hospital. Therefore, the police's idea is that this is a vendetta. The murderer did such a crazy thing, and the purpose is to take revenge.

Now the police are focusing their attention on those suspects who have medical disputes with this hospital. However, this matter is really surprising. This hospital, without investigation, and the fact that such a serious malicious incident has occurred, some things simply cannot be concealed.

Gambling, using human lives as a gambling game, this is really shocking."

Wang Ke reached out and adjusted his glasses, while starting to turn the pen in his hand.

"What else?" Zhou Ze continued to ask.

So far, all the information Wang Ke had obtained was what he already knew.

"Nothing else. If you want to lock down the identity of the murderer, you must first uproot this entire underground black industrial chain, and then investigate the gamblers who lost from those gamblers, first choosing local or provincial gamblers. In addition, some people who were sent to be used as gambling tools, their families, are also key suspects.

In this way, there are really many suspects at present, and the investigation is very difficult and time-consuming. I am still waiting for more specific news."

Zhou Ze became a little impatient. He stood up, ready to leave. The information provided by Wang Ke was of no value to him.

"Don't go, sit for a while longer."

Wang Ke tried to persuade him,

"Have some more soup."

"Then there's really nothing to talk about." Zhou Ze said.

If you mention drinking soup again, I won't be able to leave even if I want to.

"Actually, there's one more thing, a thing that the police didn't discover but I did."

Wang Ke leaned back, looked at Zhou Ze, his gaze hidden under his glasses, appearing somewhat deep, "But I'm afraid you'll misunderstand me."

"You don't have to say it."

Zhou Ze didn't pursue the question. To be honest, he could take care of this matter, or he could not. He was just a ghost messenger, not a celestial master from Longhu Mountain, and didn't have much of a feeling of taking it upon himself to save the world.

Wild zombies, in theory, are not under Zhou Ze's jurisdiction, unless that zombie is full and comes to attack the Late Night Bookstore.

Otherwise, he could completely eat and sleep in the bookstore.

Moreover, even if that zombie really went crazy and took the initiative to come to the bookstore, with himself, Bai Yingying, and Miss Tang, the one who would be unlucky in the end would probably still be the zombie.

"I should still tell you."

Wang Ke took out another photo from the drawer, turned it around, and placed it in front of Zhou Ze.

The background of the photo was the nameplate of a hospital, the hospital where the accident happened. Zhou Ze also saw the familiar big clock behind the photo.

"There are a total of seventeen people in the photo. There are four security guards, four nurses, three doctors, and two administrative managers. Standing in the front row, there are four people.

The two in the middle are the hospital's investor and a person in charge of the gambling platform, respectively. The one on the far left is a famous old doctor in Tong City, who has already retired.

In the hospital death incident, the four security guards, four nurses, three doctors, and two administrators died that day.

However, among the four people in the front row, two of them died one after another a week ago.

For example, the hospital's investor died in a car accident a week ago, and the old doctor was found dead at home three days ago.

I just received news that the gambling platform boss died on the way to escape tonight..."

Wang Ke sighed as he spoke.

Zhou Ze reached out, placed it on the photo, and then gently pushed away Wang Ke's index finger that was pressed on the photo.

"I'm very curious, is this fourth person still alive?"

Wang Ke slowly moved his finger away. The face of the fourth person, which had been covered by his finger, was revealed.

A very familiar face,

It was Wang Ke's face!

Zhou Ze raised his head and looked at Wang Ke.

Wang Ke spread his hands, "Take it easy, let me explain."

"That's quite surprising." Zhou Ze lit a cigarette.

"Don't rush to conclusions, this matter really has nothing to do with me. This boss was my roommate in college. He said he opened a clinic and asked me to attend the ribbon-cutting ceremony. I couldn't possibly refuse to give him face. In fact, my identity is the same as that of the old doctor. We were both there to support the event.

I really don't know what kind of shady things they were doing, such as gambling with human lives. After the opening, I never went to this hospital again, nor did I get any benefits from this hospital, and I have nothing to do with this matter."

Wang Ke looked at Zhou Ze,

"In fact, it's hard for you to imagine how profitable this black industrial chain is. Even if you scrape a thin layer of oil from it, it's a huge sum of money.

If I really participated in it, would I still be worried about money for the development of my psychological research firm?

Last time, you could see how anxious I was about Mr. Zheng's daughter's matter. I was short of money, and if I had participated in this matter, would I still need to run around and act like a grandson at Mr. Zheng's place?"

What Wang Ke said made a lot of sense.

Because it was impossible for him to predict what was going to happen now and then start acting in front of Zhou Ze in the past.

"So, you called me here, shared the case for reference, and showed me the evidence just as a pretense?" Zhou Ze spat out a smoke ring, then shook off the ashes, watching the ashes fall on the carpet of the study, and slowly said:

"Your real purpose is actually that you're afraid of death and want me to protect you?"

"Don't make me sound so bad." Wang Ke took off his gold-rimmed glasses, rubbed his eyebrows, and said, "The psychological profile I made, the final portrait, really looks like you.

The reason I asked you to come here is actually to confess to you, because I think those people might have been killed by you, your identity... well, I also know it.

If it was you, wouldn't it be easier for me to call you over?"

Zhou Ze shook his head, "I'm not that free."

"If it wasn't you, then I might die tonight or tomorrow." Wang Ke shook his head helplessly.

"I'll stay until tomorrow before I leave. You better pray that the murderer comes to find you tonight."

The implication was,

Time's up, no more waiting.

It was impossible for Zhou Ze to be Wang Ke's personal bodyguard.

"What about your wife and daughter?" Zhou Ze asked.

"I told them to rest upstairs early. I don't want to disturb her. Fortunately, the murderer is only killing the people in the photos now and hasn't shown any intention of wiping out the whole family."

Zhou Ze nodded when he heard that.

Walking out of the study, Zhou Ze saw that the old Taoist priest had eaten all three bowls of meat soup on the coffee table and was leaning on the sofa contentedly, stroking his stomach.

"Was it delicious?" Wang Ke asked the old Taoist priest.

"It was very delicious, this skill is amazing, and this meat is also very fragrant." The old Taoist priest praised.

"Hehe, this is fresh pork that my wife specially bought from a farmer's house today."

"You put your heart into it." The old Taoist priest licked his lips.

"There's more in the pot, I'll heat it up again later."

"That's great." The old Taoist priest was obviously not full, and after digesting for a while, he could continue to eat.

At this moment, a woman's voice came from upstairs:

"Honey, are there guests?"

"Yes, you continue to rest."

"Okay, honey, you should also finish your work and rest early. I'll clean up the kitchen tomorrow."

The woman stood at the corner of the stairs, finished speaking, and turned back into the bedroom;

She lay down on the bed, which was a big red bed, looking very festive, and of course, a bit tacky.

Now, even in the countryside, there are very few families who use this kind of bright red bed sheets.

Moreover,

At the edge of the bed sheet,

There were drops of bright red,

Dripping down,

Under the bed, it condensed into a puddle,

Drip,

Drip,

Drip...