Zhou Ze rarely ate barbecue.

When he was a child in the orphanage, he didn't have the opportunity.

After becoming a doctor,

he felt that barbecue was unsanitary, so he didn't eat it.

But at this moment,

Zhou Ze really missed the smoky, fiery flavor of the barbecue stalls and the heavy seasoning that could completely mask the spoilage of the food.

This bone,

was really too disgusting.

He had seen big dogs gnawing on bones before. Even though there was no meat left, even though they were hard and dry, the dogs liked to huddle over them and gnaw and gnaw.

Now,

Zhou Ze felt like a dog,

struggling with the bone in front of him.

The posture was a little unrefined,

the scene a bit scary,

one person lying on top of another,

devouring his body,

the woman underneath unable to support herself to stand up, could only lie on the toilet. Each exertion of strength resulted in her stiffening for a while before collapsing again.

Zhou Ze was a doctor, so he was very clear about the structure of human bones.

Therefore, although he had been gnawing for so long and had only eaten and broken a few, Zhou Ze had his own choices. He knew which bones were most important for human movement, so his goal was clear.

The effect was also outstanding.

With a "crack,"

after this bone was also bitten off,

Boss Zhou had to climb off the woman,

vigorously rubbing his cheek.

Damn it,

so sore and painful.

There were many bone fragments left in his mouth. He wanted to spit them out, but then he thought of his hard work just now, so he simply swallowed them all.

This feeling

was like how Grandma Wang and Uncle Li next door believed that some medicinal wine could make them immune to all diseases.

However, strangely,

when the bone went down, there was no habitual nausea. It went down, and that was that.

Zhou Ze shook his head helplessly,

and an image floated into his mind:

The old Taoist, Lao Xu, and the little loli were eating,

and he was holding a human bone beside them, desperately gnawing on it.

The picture was too beautiful and too outrageous.

The woman lay on the ground, still convulsing, her hands still clutching the kitchen knife tightly, but she couldn't stand up. If she couldn't stand up, she lost most of her threat. And to prevent her from crawling around on the ground or walls like a spider, Zhou Ze changed her position, wedging her sideways between the toilet and the wall.

The woman was still drooling, her desire for Zhou Ze had been undisguised from the start.

Zhou Ze saluted her, loosened the buttons of his shirt, walked to the sink, and began to wash his hands carefully.

As if he had just finished a major surgery.

Unfortunately, no one had lived in the villa for a long time. Otherwise, if there was a toothbrush, Zhou Ze wouldn't mind brushing his teeth again, and even taking a shower.

The one in the mirror was still standing there,

he just looked at Zhou Ze calmly,

without the encouragement that this child could be taught,

only the disdain that you hadn't died was pure luck.

"Hey," Zhou Ze called out, "what do I do next?"

What on earth was this place,

and what was going on with this villa?

Zhou Ze was still completely confused.

No logic,

no cause and effect,

everything,

seemed so inexplicable, making people unable to figure it out.

The Zhou Ze in the mirror reached out and swiped on the surface of the mirror, as if to write something.

However,

just as he began to write,

the glass began to vibrate violently,

and the scene inside was distorting,

The Zhou Ze in the mirror frowned,

seeming a little unwilling.

He couldn't write the words,

all clear hints would be interrupted, erased,

for readers,

when reading an interesting book, the most annoying thing was spoilers.

Because it would greatly reduce people's expectations for the book, the story, and the plot,

losing the inertia of reading.

"Don't write, I'm afraid you'll break if you keep writing."

Zhou Ze spread his hands to signal the other party to stop.

Although Boss Zhou had always had a little plan in his heart, that was, if the consciousness in his body had a momentary lapse of judgment and committed suicide one day, that would be the happiest thing. If he could be conscientious and leave all his abilities to himself before committing suicide, that would be even better.

But at this time,

in this environment,

even if the other party was trapped in the mirror,

Zhou Ze still didn't want anything to happen to him now,

after all, everyone was in the same boat now.

The Zhou Ze in the mirror didn't move,

as if thinking,

and then,

he stretched out a finger,

pointing at Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze pointed to himself,

me?

The Zhou Ze in the mirror shook his head.

Zhou Ze stepped back, making way, he saw that the one in the mirror was still poking there,

he was pointing in a direction,

and that direction was the hint.

He couldn't say it directly,

but he could remind him indirectly,

that was foreshadowing.

Zhou Ze looked in the direction that the one in the mirror was pointing,

and found that the other party was pointing at the White Bone Spirit (a demonic shapeshifter from *Journey to the West*) that he had finally wedged between the toilet and the wall.

"Her?"

The Zhou Ze in the mirror nodded and shook his head.

"On her body?"

Zhou Ze walked to the woman's side.

The woman saw Zhou Ze coming back again,

and grinned happily,

drooling even more.

"Eat...eat...eat..."

Zhou Ze swallowed,

looked back at the mirror again,

looked at the woman again,

and finally,

he pointed to the woman's head,

the one in the mirror shook his head.

He pointed to the woman's left arm,

the one in the mirror continued to shake his head,

he pointed to the woman's neck,

the one in the mirror still shook his head...

...

Until Zhou Ze pointed to that position,

the one in the mirror hesitated for a moment,

and finally nodded.

Zhou Ze smiled wryly and pointed at the one inside:

"You're sick, aren't you?"

The one in the mirror immediately became angry and embarrassed,

began to go crazy,

began to struggle,

began to roar,

began to curse!

He was like a grumpy old dog, as long as you stimulated it a little, it would go crazy.

Fortunately, he couldn't get out now, and he couldn't hear what he was cursing.

Zhou Ze just took it as him acting out a silent comedy of Charlie Chaplin,

and then,

looked at the woman again,

and looked at that position again,

in the end,

what was it pointing to?

There was a series of movies that had always been very popular in small circles, called *Cube*,

Zhou Ze felt that he was now in that movie.

No beginning,

no end,

just let you enjoy this thrilling process.

In fact,

the cause of this incident,

was still because an old man came here to use the toilet,

no,

using the toilet was not the cause,

it was that the old man was mentally ill,

and stuck a talisman from his crotch on the toilet lid when he used the toilet,

the talisman,

stimulated something sleeping to wake up,

or rather,

the talisman triggered the mechanism.

...

"Boss? Boss?"

Bai Yingying was searching everywhere in the villa,

she searched from the first floor to the second floor,

and then searched back from the second floor to the first floor.

The boss was not there,

not only was the boss not there, but even that woman and the two children were gone,

in the entire villa,

only she was left alone.

The headless corpse was still lying on the sofa in a "Ge You slouch," motionless.

"Boss, where have you gone, don't scare Yingying."

Yingying pouted,

and looked around the villa:

"Damn villa, don't let me find out who your owner is, or this young lady will swallow you alive!"

"..." The villa.

Bai Yingying was not reconciled, and searched again,

this time searching more carefully,

under the bed,

in the cabinets,

the toilet lid was lifted,

she couldn't find the boss inside,

but Bai Yingying knew that the address the boss gave was here, and such a strange thing had just happened here.

Bai Yingying went back to the sofa and sat down again.

There was a stack of novels on the coffee table in front of her.

The top one,

was that book *Qian Nu You Hun* (A Chinese Ghost Story with Money).

She picked up the book and put it down. The second book was *Deep Boudoir Vengeful Ghost*, the background on the cover was also the living room of the villa. A girl in a dress was sitting on the sofa, desolate and lonely. Beside her, lay a headless corpse.

The synopsis said: A lonely vengeful ghost, because she is too bored, always finds different corpses to accompany her to pass the dull and lonely time.

Bai Yingying tilted her head back slightly,

with a look of disgust on her face,

and then raised a middle finger to the second floor!

Does this young lady look like a fool?

Satirizing me like this!

"Pa!"

Bai Yingying threw the book away directly.

The next book was *Two-Faced Man*.

It was the book that she had almost left in the taxi before.

In the dark,

Bai Yingying hadn't looked closely at the cover of the book before,

as for the synopsis, it had been read out by the driver.

Looking at the cover at this time,

it was a large mirror,

a person was standing in the mirror,

a person was standing outside the mirror,

oh no,

there was also a dismembered woman lying in the corner with her legs apart and a little scattered.

"Eh..."

Bai Yingying let out a cry of surprise,

the illustrator on the cover,

how could he look a bit like the boss,

it seemed that the boss was wearing this kind of clothes when he went out today.

After looking carefully,

Bai Yingying found that the person in the mirror was pointing outside,

pointing in a direction,

as if he was reminding the person outside the mirror of some information.

The main theme of the book *Two-Faced Man* was actually a suspenseful love story about two souls who originally suspected each other existing in one body, but after they separated, they suddenly remembered the beauty of the other, and finally, after all kinds of hardships, they finally reunited.

It was a novel written by the author whose pen name was "Second Sister-in-Law of the Deep Boudoir" and whose real name was Zhang Tianquan, in order to cater to the market trend, a novel that was inclined towards *danmei* and *fǔ* (derogatory term referring to fans of male/male romance).

Bai Yingying put her fingernail on the arm of the person in the mirror,

following his arm,

then following his finger,

sliding all the way down,

her fingernail slid across the mirror,

slid across most of the cover,

and finally slid towards the woman,

and then,

continued to go deeper.

Bai Yingying opened her mouth,

she was a little shocked,

a little surprised,

oh,

it seemed that she had discovered a secret clue,

it's a pen!

A pen,

find the pen,

and you can find the boss!