God Bestows Evil

Chapter 12 Deceased No. 2

 At three o'clock midnight.

 Dong, dong dong!

 There were heavy footsteps outside the door, and the sound was getting closer.

Fang Zhi held the crowbar tightly, and 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 mutates due to the virus and he is very aggressive. He should be subdued before treatment.”

boom!

 The door to the room was kicked open by a big foot.

 A terrifying figure appeared in front of Fang Zhi. According to Qi Zhiyong, such a thing should not be a weak evil spirit, but a powerful evil spirit that cannot be shaken by mortals!

The square is shaking like chaff.

  This is the natural fear of predators of organisms at the lower end of the food chain.

A revolving lantern even flashed through his mind, and the scenes shown in the revolving lantern were the most impressive scenes in his life.

 His family affection, his love, the honor 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 searched suspiciously and finally found blood leaking out of a small cabinet at home.

He hurriedly opened the cabinet door and saw his parents' twisted bodies and being forced into the small cabinet, so that there was no gap in the cabinet.

 Two faces that have been deformed by the backlog reveal a strange smile.

“Son, you are back. This house is really good...”

When this image appeared in Fang Zhi's mind, Fang Zhi stopped trembling. As if he was angry, he roared ear-splittingly, raised the steel crowbar, and hit Da Sui on the head.

boom!

The huge palm grabbed Fang Zhi's head and pushed him to the ground easily. Fang Zhi's movements could not shake Da Sui at all, but he still used the crowbar to hit Da Sui's head hard.

 Under a great hand.

Fang Zhi's face was distorted, and tears mixed with blood flowed down.

"I know, I've always known that this is all true...but I have to believe that ghosts don't exist, otherwise..."

 “Otherwise, wouldn’t it be my fault?”

 Poof!

 The straight head was crushed.

Da Sui picked up his hand and shook it, a little confused.

Where did this guy get the courage to rush towards him?

 But rice, just rice.

 Even if you muster up the courage, it’s just a little bit too chewy.

 …

Wu Xian sat by the wall, listening to all the sounds outside the door.

 After hearing Fang Zhi's roar, he shook his head.

Wu Xian had always thought that Fang Zhi was just a tough-talking coward, but he didn't expect that he would make such a big fuss before his death.

 Fang Zhi is dead, the next step is the key.

 After waiting for a while, Lu Yuzhu's cell phone vibrated. Wu Xian used this cell phone to set the alarm clock in advance. Without this cell phone, Wu Xian would have had a hard time keeping track of the time.

Wu Xian sat up from the ground and opened the door carefully. Because it had been greased with pig intestines, the sound of opening the door could be ignored.

The corridor was gloomy, the ground was covered with muddy water marks that had not yet dried up, and the dim lights kept flashing, giving people a depressing and terrifying feeling. Just opening the door Wu Xian felt a coldness rushing into his heart, and his whole body was filled with coldness. The pores seemed to be opened.

 Although it is very permeable.

 But there was no one in the corridor, and there was no evil spirit!

"it is as expected!"

Wu Xian straightened his back. As early as yesterday morning, he had used the drying time of the cement seal to guess that Yinghua left half an hour before dawn, and yesterday's dawn time was six o'clock, so he set the alarm time at 5.30.

 This means that after this, until dawn, 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 risks. Wu Xian first looked at all the rooms.

Fang Zhi’s door was broken open, and there were more than a dozen palm prints on it. It seemed that Yu Yinghua had deep resentment towards him.

 On the door of room 408, there is a palm print that has not yet dried up.

This is the room where Yue Mei lives. This timid nurse was still targeted by evil spirits early on.

Wu Xian thought for a moment and started his life plan.

He wiped off the palm print on Yue Mei's door, wiped it on the wet cement mark on the ground, put his hand on Room 402 where Qi Zhiyong lived, and then simply repaired it with a pen, and it was the same as Yu Yinghua's The palm prints are 90% similar!

 He did this for three purposes.

 First of all, Yue Mei is a pretty nice girl, and he wants to try to save her.

Secondly, he wants to try to decipher the logic of Da Sui’s murder. How does he choose his target? Does he rely on his fingerprints? Or the door that has been fingerprinted? Or tagged a room, or simply tagged a person?

 In the end, Wu Xian was unhappy with Qi Zhiyong and wanted to cause some trouble for Qi Zhiyong.

 Qi Zhiyong asked Wu Xian to explore Lu Yuzhu's room because he wanted Wu Xian to take the risk and obtain information. Wu Xian was cursed for this, but he made no compensation afterwards and even deliberately treated Wu Xian differently.

His attitude convinced Wu Xian that if there was a situation where someone had to be sacrificed, Qi Zhiyong would definitely sacrifice him without hesitation.

Then Wu Xian felt that it was appropriate for Qi Zhiyong to obtain information for himself and take some risks.

 After doing this, Wu Xian did not go back to the room.

 Instead, he came to the square room 407.

Just to test the evil action pattern was not enough for Wu Xian to take such a big risk. What really drove him to go out before dawn...

 It is profit!

This period is the best time to monopolize the benefits of Fangzhi Room!

Stepping into Room 407, Wu Xian saw the body of Fang Zhi with a broken head. His hand was tightly holding the crowbar, obviously he was still trying to fight back until the last moment.

 “It was a good death to die simply, quite well, and quite lucky.”

If death is inevitable, Wu Xian would rather die like Fang Zhi than suffer torture like Lu Yuzhu.

 Wu Xian quickly searched in the room.

During the search, Wu Xian saw a photo, which was a photo of Fang Zhi's family of three. In the photo, the faces of his father and mother had been rubbed until they were 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 incense: calms the air and calms the nerves, reduces swelling and removes blood stasis. A set of three sticks can be used to worship gods.

"cut…"

Wu Xian curled his lips in disappointment. He thought that three sticks of incense could be used three times.

“Go back and catch up on your sleep, refresh yourself, and have fun with Qi Zhiyong later.”

 …

 Qi Zhiyong was particularly angry.

His face was gloomy and uncertain, and his anger was reserved, like a volcano about to erupt.

“Why is it me? I am already careful enough. Isn’t it because the woman discovered that I would be marked? Did I make any omissions?”

Wu Xian finally went out, rubbing his sleepy eyes, and laughed out loud when he saw Qi Zhiyong's ugly face.

 “Pfft…”

Qi Zhiyong turned around and glared: "Why are you laughing?"

Wu Xian spread his hands in a weird manner: "I remembered something happy."

 Qi Zhiyong cursed angrily, then turned his head and stopped looking at Wu Xian. He had no mood or time to quarrel with Wu Xian.

 Wu Xian’s sarcasm was intentional.

He was treated like that by Qi Zhiyong. If he is not happy when he sees Qi Zhiyong's misfortune, it will appear to be too scheming and may arouse other people's vigilance.

 (End of this chapter)