“Ugh… ah… hiss…”

Zhou Ze felt like he was constantly swimming in a whirlpool.

His consciousness was also very muddled.

He felt like he was a lump of dough,

constantly being kneaded and squeezed in various ways.

It was as if an idiot was hitting him repeatedly with a club,

trying to beat him into an idiot as well.

He didn't know how long this situation lasted.

Zhou Ze suddenly opened his eyes.

He found himself lying on a cold iron slab.

The surrounding area was all cold in tone.

It felt a little familiar.

It wasn't a hospital,

but it seemed like one.

Zhou Ze sat up silently.

It wasn't until he sat up

that he realized in a daze,

that he could actually sit up?

Damn it!

Could it be that every time he was tortured and beaten, he could deepen his control over his body?

It really was true that adversity could make people grow.

So those peerless masters were all beaten into existence, right?

Zhou Ze reached out and touched his chest.

He could press it down.

God knows how many ribs were broken; his chest was sunken in.

Wait.

He looked around again.

Zhou Ze finally understood where he was now.

This was the forensic lab!

No wonder it felt so similar to a hospital.

“Phew…”

He let out a long breath.

As long as he wasn't at the entrance of the crematorium,

at least he wouldn’t be grilled as soon as he woke up.

No, that wasn't right.

Zhou Ze seemed to have thought of something.

He reached out with some disbelief and touched his temple.

Sure enough,

his finger touched a hole!

Right at his temple!

"That policewoman, this marksmanship..."

Don't think that all police officers or detectives are crack shots; in fact, even a crack shot's reaction in an emergency is hard to guarantee absolute accuracy.

"That woman, she directly blew out my temple?"

Zhou Ze even stuck his finger into the bullet hole and felt around.

It was so deep.

No, wait,

what am I doing?

Zhou Ze put his hand down.

He was actually picking at the bullet hole in his blown-out head.

This might leave a heavy psychological shadow after he recovered.

But then he felt relieved. His ashes had even been stolen and mixed into rice.

Thinking about that,

this situation didn't seem like much of a big deal.

Zhou Ze remembered that a classmate of his in middle school liked to pick at the corns on the soles of his feet. Zhou Ze accidentally saw it once during class and thought it was disgusting.

It was a pity that his classmate couldn't see him picking at his bullet hole now.

Just then, the door of the forensic lab opened. It should be dark now; he didn't know if he had been unconscious for another day or two.

Zhou Ze was thinking about whether he should lie down and continue to play dead,

otherwise, it would be his fault if he scared the police uncles.

"Boss?"

The person who came in

was actually Lao Zhang.

There was no need to pretend now. Zhou Ze breathed a sigh of relief.

Lao Zhang walked in wearing a police uniform. Seeing Zhou Ze sitting there, he immediately approached.

However,

when his gaze lingered on the bullet hole in Zhou Ze's head, the expression on his face twitched subconsciously.

He had seen many dead people.

Lao Zhang had even personally shot and killed suspects who resisted stubbornly and attempted to threaten the safety of hostages,

but seeing someone with a hole in their head sitting up and sighing,

was a first for Lao Zhang.

First times

were always a bit flustering.

"Boss, what's going on with you?"

Lao Zhang sat down by the steel bed. Starting from when he saw Zhou Ze the night before, too many questions had accumulated in his heart.

He was clearly on a business trip to Xuzhou to handle a case.

Why did he see a zombie-like guy attacking him while walking with Officer Chen?

And the guy who attacked him was actually his own boss!

"It's a long story. Where's my phone? Let me make a call."

Zhou Ze held out his hand.

"I've already contacted Yingying. They're still in the mountainous area of the neighboring province. Calculating the time, they should be able to get here by dawn."

"Oh, that's good."

Zhou Ze habitually reached out and touched the bullet hole in his head again.

Damn itchy hand.

He couldn't help it.

It was like when you grew something strange on your body; you couldn't help but keep touching it and looking at it.

"This matter has been suppressed. A corpse moving in the middle of the night is too shocking. Fortunately, Officer Chen made a decisive decision and didn't let this matter spread to society."

In fact, when the police handle cases, they often walk by the river, how can they not get their shoes wet, and will occasionally encounter some incredible things.

If you are familiar with the old policemen, ask them, they can also tell you two or three chilling cases, but most of them have been propaganda blocked, because some case details disclosed will cause social panic.

What was obvious

was that Zhou Ze's matter should also have been blocked.

It was estimated that the police uncles would be shocked after the autopsy.

This body should have been dead for more than a week.

"Officer Chen?"

Zhou Ze was stunned for a moment, pointing to his head,

"No wonder she looked so familiar. She was the one who shot my head off?"

“Um…” Lao Zhang was a little ashamed.

In fact, the situation was urgent at the time.

In Lao Zhang's view,

Officer Chen also fired the gun to save him.

"That crazy woman, even if it's a corpse, you can't just shoot it like that, that's desecration of a corpse!"

"At that time, it was you, Boss, who almost killed me, so she…"

"No, why are you helping her talk so much? Is she your boss, or am I your boss?"

"She's my superior."

“…” Zhou Ze.

"Oh, I get it, Lao Zhang, you slept with her, didn't you?"

Lao Zhang's face immediately turned a little red.

He quickly said,

"No, no."

Zhou Ze reached out and patted Lao Zhang on the shoulder, earnestly saying,

"Lao Zhang, how far have you thought about the very serious philosophical question of who is being cuckolded?"

“…” Lao Zhang.

"Haven't figured it out yet? This question, you need to think about it carefully, it's very important, you know?"

Lao Zhang's face was bitter.

Zhou Ze lowered his head and suddenly noticed that there was also an "x"-shaped cut on his chest.

"Was I autopsied?"

"Yes, Boss, I couldn't stop it, and I wasn't sure if you were still in this body at the time.

I came here tonight to take a look secretly. I didn't know you could wake up. Actually, I don't understand or understand many of your things."

"Tsk, tsk."

Zhou Ze got out of bed.

He wasn't very stable.

He was a little crooked.

He could only control his body with great effort,

but he still stood still.

Lao Zhang immediately helped him,

like an eunuch serving the Empress Dowager.

"This body has become like this, and it can still move. Surprising, isn't it?"

"Yes, surprising." Zhang Yanfeng replied.

"I'm also very surprised. I feel like I'm driving an old car that could fall apart at any time."

Zhou Ze suddenly felt a little tired and weak.

His body began to fall back uncontrollably.

Fortunately, Lao Zhang supported him and didn't let Zhou Ze fall.

"Boss, what's wrong with you?"

"I seem to be a little hungry."

Zhou Ze said.

People need food to live.

How long has it been since he ate?

The last time he ate was when he made a meal in the kitchen of a villager's house with Attorney An in that village of abducted people.

"But, Boss, your stomach has been cut out, and the residue in your stomach has been taken for testing."

"But I'm still hungry."

Zhou Ze was reluctantly helped back onto the steel bed by Lao Zhang.

"How about this, Lao Zhang, lean your neck over and let me suck a few mouthfuls of blood. I estimate that I can recover some strength."

“…” Lao Zhang.

"Don't be so stingy, look at what your boss has become, his head has been drilled, what's wrong with sucking a few mouthfuls of your blood?"

"This… alright."

Lao Zhang was still an honest man after all.

He really leaned his neck over.

Zhou Ze was not polite, opened his mouth and bit down.

"Hiss…"

"Hiss…"

Lao Zhang was in pain,

Lao Zhou was enjoying himself.

Zhou Ze realized for the first time that blood was so delicious, like drinking a soup stewed with tonic ingredients. With a mouthful of fresh blood in his belly, he felt warm there.

Zhou Ze was too embarrassed to suck too much.

If he sucked Lao Zhang dry, Lao Zhang would have nothing to play with.

He immediately let go,

and reluctantly wiped his mouth.

Lao Zhang took out a tissue and pressed it on the wound on his neck. It was a little painful, but there was nothing special about it.

"It's just a few mouthfuls of blood, it's okay, maybe you'll get some benefits." Zhou Ze comforted.

"Benefits?"

"Yes, have you seen the Deadpool in our store? He is…"

Lao Zhang's face changed.

The image of Deadpool looking foolishly appeared in his mind.

"No, this example is not appropriate. Let's see when the time comes. My body is not my own now, it may not have any effect. I don't know if zombies can give a first embrace like vampires.

When I have a chance, I'll discuss it with that person and see if I can get it done. Once it's done, Lao Zhang, your seniority will be terrible. Those thousand-year-old zombie kings will have to call you ancestor."

When you are a leader,

you can not do practical things,

you can be blind,

you can be black-hearted,

but you must not fail to draw big cakes,

anyway, drawing big cakes doesn't cost money.

"By the way, there's one more thing, you go and check the autopsy report of this body for me."

"Autopsy report?"

"Yes, I'm worried that this guy I'm possessing might have some disease, such as AIDS. Of course, this probability is too low, it's impossible, don't worry too much."

“…” Lao Zhang.

"Call Yingying and the others again and urge them. What time will they arrive? I can't stand this body anymore." Zhou Ze urged.

"Oh, okay."

Lao Zhang picked up his phone.

Just as he was about to dial,

outside the forensic lab door, which was quiet in the corridor in the middle of the night,

suddenly came a childish and immature voice:

"Uncle,

did you miss me?

I'm here to see you!"

………………

In fact, there have been no fewer updates in the past few days, and two updates are still maintained.

The key issue is that Long's schedule has completely collapsed, and it is completely upside down with everyone, so the updates are also upside down.