Chapter 12: The Second DeathThree o'clock in the morning. Boom, boom, boom! There were heavy footsteps outside the door, and the sound was getting closer. Fang Zhi held the crowbar tightly. 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 has mutated due to the virus and he is very aggressive. He should be subdued before treatment." boom! The door was kicked open by a big foot. A terrifying figure appeared in front of Fang Zhi. According to Qi Zhiyong, this thing should not be a weak wandering ghost, but a big ghost that mortals cannot shake! Shake straight like sieve chaff. This is the natural fear of predators among creatures at the bottom of the food chain. A kaleidoscope even flashed through his mind, showing the most impressive scenes in his life. His family, his love, and the honors he has 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 did not come out to greet him as usual. He looked around in confusion and finally found blood oozing out of a small cabinet in the house. He hurriedly opened the cabinet door, only to see his parents' bodies twisted and forced into the narrow cabinet, leaving no space at all. Two faces that had been deformed by the accumulation of pressure revealed strange smiles. "Son, you're back. This house is a great buy..." When this scene appeared in Fang Zhi's mind, Fang Zhi stopped trembling. He let out a deafening roar as if he was angry, raised the steel crowbar, and smashed it towards Da Sui's head. boom! A huge hand grabbed Fang Zhi's head and pressed him to the ground easily. Fang Zhi's movements were unable to shake the big evil spirit at all, but he was still hitting the big evil spirit's head with the crowbar. Under great hands. Fang Zhi's face was distorted and tears mixed with blood flowed down. "I know, I always knew this was all true...but I have to believe that ghosts don't exist, otherwise..." "Otherwise, wouldn't it be my fault?" puff! Fang Zhi's head was crushed. Da Sui raised his hand and shook it, feeling a little confused. Where did I get the courage to rush towards him? But food is just food. Even if you muster up the courage, it will just add a little more chewiness. …… Wu Xian sat by the wall, taking in all the sounds outside the door.
After hearing Fang Zhi's roar, he shook his head. Before, Wu Xian always thought that Fang Zhi was just a tough-talking coward, but he didn't expect that he would cause such a big fuss before his death. Fang Zhi is dead, and what comes next is the key. After waiting for a while, Lu Yuzhu's cell phone vibrated. Wu Xian had set an alarm with this phone in advance. If it weren't for this phone, it would be difficult for Wu Xian to keep track of time. Wu Xian sat up from the ground and opened the door carefully. Because the door was smeared with pig intestines, the sound of opening the door was negligible. The corridor was gloomy, with muddy water stains on the ground that had not yet dried up. The dim lights kept flickering, giving people a depressing and terrifying feeling. Just by opening the door, Wu Xian felt a chill rushing to his heart, and all the pores in his body seemed to open. Although it's very creepy. But there was no one in the corridor, and no evil spirits! "it is as expected!" Wu Xian straightened his back. As early as yesterday morning, he had guessed, based on the time it took the cement print to dry, that Yu Yinghua had left half an hour before dawn. And yesterday dawn was six o'clock, so he set the alarm clock at :. This means that after this, until daybreak, 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 the risk. Wu Xian first looked around all the rooms. Fang Zhi's door was broken open, and there were more than a dozen handprints on it. It seemed that Yu Yinghua had a deep grudge against him. On the door of Room 408, there was a palm print that had not yet dried. This is the room where Yue Mei lives. This timid nurse has been targeted by evil spirits for a long time. Wu Xian thought for a moment and began his plan. He wiped off the palm print on Yue Mei's door, smeared it on the wet cement print on the ground, placed his hand on Room 402 where Qi Zhiyong lived, and made some simple modifications with a pen. It was % similar to Yu Yinghua's palm print! He did this for three purposes. First of all, Yue Mei is a nice girl, and he wants to try to save her. Secondly, he wanted to try to crack the logic of the Great Evil's killings and find out how he chose his targets. Did he rely on handprints? Or doors with handprints? Or did he mark the rooms? Or simply mark the people? Finally, Wu Xian was very unhappy with Qi Zhiyong and wanted to cause trouble for him. Qi Zhiyong asked Wu Xian to investigate Lu Yuzhu's room because he wanted Wu Xian to take the risk and obtain information. Wu Xian was cursed for this, but he did not compensate him afterwards and even deliberately treated Wu Xian differently. His attitude made Wu Xian sure that if there was a situation where one person had to be sacrificed, Qi Zhiyong would definitely sacrifice him without hesitation. Then Wu Xian felt that it was appropriate to let Qi Zhiyong obtain intelligence for him and take some risks. After doing all this, Wu Xian did not return to the room. Instead, he came to Room 407 of Fang Zhi. Just to test the evil spirit's action mode was not enough for Wu Xian to take such a big risk. What really drove him to go out before dawn was... It's benefit! This period of time is the best opportunity to monopolize the benefits of Fang Zhi's room! Stepping into Room 407, Wu Xian saw Fang Zhi's body with a broken head. His hands were tightly gripping the crowbar, and he was obviously trying to fight back before the last moment. "It was a quick death, which was good. I was lucky." If he could not escape death in the end, Wu Xian would rather die like Fang Zhi than suffer torture like Lu Yuzhu. Wu Xian searched the room quickly.
During the search, Wu Xian saw a photo. It was a photo of Fang Zhi's family of three. The portraits of the father and mother in the photo had been rubbed to the point of being blurred. But Wu Xian didn't care about Fang Zhi's family background. He threw the photo aside and quickly searched the room thoroughly. This time Wu Xian did not find the statue, 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 sutchuenensis: calms the mind, reduces swelling and dissolves blood stasis. A set of three can be used for offering sacrifices to gods. "cut……" Wu Xian curled his lips in disappointment. He thought the three incense sticks could be used three times. "Go back and get some sleep, get enough rest, and have some fun with Qi Zhiyong later." …… Qi Zhiyong was particularly angry. His face was gloomy and his anger was hidden, like a volcano about to erupt. "Why me? I have been careful enough. Wouldn't I be marked if I was discovered by that woman? Did I miss something?" Wu Xian was the last one to go out. He rubbed his sleepy eyes and saw Qi Zhiyong's ugly face. He laughed out loud. "puff……" Qi Zhiyong turned around and glared: "What are you laughing at?" Wu Xian spread his hands in a sarcastic tone: "I remembered something happy." Qi Zhiyong cursed angrily, then turned his head and stopped looking at Wu Xian. He had neither the mood nor the time to argue with Wu Xian. Wu Xian's ridicule was intentional. He was treated like that by Qi Zhiyong. If he was still unhappy seeing Qi Zhiyong so unlucky, it would seem that he was too sinister and Qi Zhiyong might suspect that he was the one behind it. (End of this chapter)