Chapter 146 (1/2)

Small flat head on the head inserted glass, like wearing a headdress, blood, began to slowly soak down.

He stood for about a few seconds, staggered for a few steps, and then collapsed in the screams of the people around him.

Zhou Ze once read the Memoirs of some Japanese war criminals and soldiers, in which someone once wrote that the headless body seemed to twitch after cutting off the head, including the head falling on the ground and eyes moving a few more times.

Maybe the death came too suddenly or simply. Not only did the party fail to respond, but also the body of the party failed to respond in time.

Downstairs, the dormitory has become a mess.

Zhou Ze hands on the railing, sighed, and then looked at the old way.

Lao Dao is now in a state of panic and his face is white with fear.

”Boss”

”Ah, you see, a good man, you gave him a hard life to die.”

“…………” Lao Dao.

Lao Dao is very aggrieved, and he doesn't want to. He really hopes that the little flat head can live for a hundred years and come here 18 times a night with great health.

But when he died,

died abruptly,

so,

there are only one picture left.

There's a famous movie series called ”the God of death”. Lao Dao now feels that he has become a role in it. He tells you plainly that you are going to die and in what way.

Really, it's better to give you a sudden, let you die dry, crisp and painless.

At this time, Lao Dao really envied the little flat head and left unconsciously. Now he has to endure the torture of not knowing when he will die.

It's just Life is not like death.

Look at the boss on one side. He's still smoking.

”Go down and have a look.”

Zhou Ze said that he took the lead in going out of the dormitory. At this time, the old man naturally did not dare to leave Zhou Ze. Anyway, he had made up his mind. Even if Zhou Ze went to the toilet, he would follow him to death.

At the gate of the first floor of the dormitory building, a group of students surrounded the body of the small flat head, and several dormitory management teachers kept order inside.

This feeling is very strange, because it's right to play 120 and 110 at this time. In fact, they have also played, and they have done all they have to do. However, it seems that such a big event as the death of a person in broad daylight only shocked a corner of the school.

The students in front should go to school and eat breakfast in the canteen, as if they didn't care about it at all.

Zhou Ze shook his ashes and looked up at the dormitory building.

The Taoist priest was trembling beside him. He took a sneak look at the body with a flat head, then immediately moved away from his sight. At the thought that he would soon follow suit, the Taoist priest felt extremely distressed.

Zhou Ze sat down on the steps and continued to look around like a bystander.

”Boss, shall we go back first?” The old man suggested.

He doesn't want to stay here anymore. He wants to go back to the bookstore. At least the bookstore can give him some sense of security.

Zhou Ze shook his head. ”I can't leave.”

It's not to say ”don't go”, but to say ”can't go”.

The old Taoist priest was stunned for a moment, and he faintly noticed that something was wrong.

Zhou Ze turned around and walked into the dormitory. He sat down in the office of the supervisor and took their tea to make a cup of tea.

Lao Dao stood by like a quail.

He doesn't know what Zhou Ze is going to do, but it seems that his boss has some information. Although he doesn't know whether he is pretending to be calm or really calm, at least he seems to have some expectations in his mind.

The students have gone to school, and the dormitory has become a lot colder.

The teachers of Suzhou management didn't come back. None of them came back to the office. Maybe they were busy with the matter of the small flat head corpse.

Police, not here.

The ambulance, too.

After sitting for about half an hour and drinking two cups of tea, Zhou Ze walked out of the office.

A row of hot water bottles are placed at the entrance of each dormitory in the corridor. Students take out their hot water bottles and put them outside before leaving the dormitory for school in the morning. Then a special aunt will take plastic pipes to add boiling water to these hot water bottles.

Because the boiled water passes through the plastic pipe, there is inevitably some plastic taste in it. Students don't drink it, but use it to wash clothes or soak their feet.

At this time, an aunt came here with a plastic water gun to discharge water. She walked slowly from the other end of the corridor to this side.

Zhou Ze stood there still, the old way standing beside him, and the aunt continued to walk here as if she could not see Zhou Ze at all.

”Lao Dao, do you think it's strange? There are too many strange things in this place.” Zhou Ze said.”On.”

”First, sun Qiu died, but he continued to live according to the inertia. Even if there was a corpse on his body, no one found it. Then there are accidents one after another, strange pictures one after another.

This dormitory building is a once-in-a-century place of extreme evil, so it can produce so many ghosts and foreign bodies?

Then why hasn't there been any movement before, but it has erupted directly recently? ”

”Well What do you mean, boss? ”

After a moment's silence, Zhou Ze thought and said, ”I think we'd better go back.”

”Good.”

This old man is willing to die here and in the bookstore, whether he will have an accident or not. He prefers the latter.

The two walked to the door of the dormitory building together, and the body with flat head outside had been disposed of.

Zhou Ze stood on the doorstep, not in a hurry to go down, but watching the old road step by step out.

When the old road was going out of the dormitory building, Zhou Ze raised his head, and he saw that the building was bending down, as if it was going to collapse.

However, the Taoist priest didn't realize it and went on his own way.

”Don't move, old man.” Zhou Ze reminds me.

”What?”