Ultraman I am Zedd

Chapter 83 Ghost Eye - Recovery
The wind blows over the quiet bamboo forest, and the sound of ethereal drumming echoes in the forest, becoming more and more intense and faster.Does the sudden, abrupt stop herald a climax to come in the rear...

In the hazy vision, the incandescent lamps on the ceiling flashed upwards.The faint sound of breathing echoed in his ears, and he didn't know whether it was the failure of his hearing or the weakness of his heart, but the sound of his extremely fast heartbeat gradually disappeared in his ears.

The last trace of blurred vision remained in the blood-red signboard of "in operation".

"I have a big business here, will you come?" A man put his hand on the shoulder of a bearded man with a haggard face.

The haggard man was silent for a long time, then nodded.

"why!"

In the night, the red-faced grimace ran wildly on the street, and the bloodstains falling under his feet mixed with the pool of water, turning into a cloud.

There was no mercy in the dark street. The man stepped on the water again and again on the street, and rushed through the dirty alley again and again.

The sweat behind the mask was too late to wipe off, and moistened his temples. The man fled desperately, and dropped his expensive vest with great hatred, and kept tearing the tie floating on the back of his neck.

Blood dripped down the sunken eye sockets into the tongue-less mouth, mixing with saliva and phlegm to form thick black mucus.

The dark shadow that blocked the moonlight dissipated, and the cold wind blew scratches all over his body, leaving his intestines on the ground, kneeling on the necktie of the red-faced devil kneeling in the sticky blood.

"In the early hours of yesterday, witnesses discovered the bodies of two men..."

The woman pressed the remote control, switched the channel, bent down and gently stroked the girl's hair.

"Hey, you can leave the hospital after the operation."

The girl's small mouth under the oxygen mask showed a slight smile, but quickly retracted it.The woman walked into the hallway, closed the door, and called a man.

The battle between Beludora and the heroes was broadcast on the TV.The girl closed her eyes half-closed, and the heavy eyelids made her fall asleep again.

Sunshine shines on the girl's pale face through the green leaves outside the window, and there is a warm photo of the girl and her family on the side - the radiant father lifts the girl up to lean against the beautiful mother.

"Both victims were brutally tortured to death, but after police investigation, it seems that the wounds on the deceased's body were all caused by the deceased himself, which is really creepy."

Qin Yuyang turned off the TV, staring at the pitch-black screen and thinking.

"Dagu, do you still remember that stone slab?"

"Remember, this may have something to do with what's on that slate."

"Without further delay, investigate the common characteristics of the deceased, and pay special attention to the recent whereabouts."

In the light of the fire, the woman's miserable cry was covered by the crackling sound of the fire snake, and the flames soared into the sky, lighting up the dark night...

The unrecognizable Myojinmon door released a trace of purple smoke in the breeze, and the clear pool was covered with ash powder.

"why!"

The man in the white old man's mask suddenly woke up, his clothes were soaked in sweat, and his phone rang on his dusty brown coat.

The man picked up the phone, with a smile on his tired mouth, hung up the phone after a few simple words, his hand tightly holding the phone showed the excitement in his heart at the moment.

The man wrapped up his coat, took out a brand new photo from his pocket, and with a smile on his face, he stayed for a while and then walked towards the hospital.

Glittering neon lights come on at dusk, and colorful signboards crowd the narrow streets.Men in suits and leather shoes walked through the glass doors, coming in and out again and again.

The strong smell of perfume irritated her nostrils, she wanted to leave, but stacks of banknotes on the table pulled her body.

The neon lights continued to shine under the moonlight, and on the lacquered red Myojin Gate in the mountains, black hemp ropes hung down in the wildly dancing wind.A man's murmur came from the collapsed temple, full of sadness and hatred.

Echoing again and again in the empty black pool.

The gray and cold buildings stand in the gray urban buildings, and everything seems lifeless in the eyes of the man in the suit.

"You're fired."

The man stepped out of the building, holding his documents in his arms.He looked to the left, and there was traffic stretching to the horizon.He looked to the right, and it was the black road that branched out into the blurred buildings.

He walked past the TV store and paused for a while.

"My advertising plan."

"What a stupid plan!" The section chief on the other side of the table snatched the man's plan, "Get lost!"

"I need money."

The man choked up, but he held back.

"Want money? I have a big profitable business here."

At this time, who cares whether it will hurt others?
(End of this chapter)