Chapter 158 The Fourth Person

When Zhou Ze and the old Taoist walked out of the hospital, Bai Yingying happened to arrive in a taxi. She was wearing blue jeans and a white sweatshirt, looking very youthful and beautiful.

Although she had been asleep for two hundred years, her age was still stuck at sixteen.

"Boss," Bai Yingying greeted Zhou Ze from across the road.

"So wild ones are just prone to causing trouble." The old Taoist sniffed, watching Bai Yingying walking across the road, and sighed, "It's still the domesticated ones who are sensible."

Now the situation was very clear. The mastermind was very likely a zombie, and in the bookstore, there happened to be a domesticated zombie, which was Bai Yingying.

The old Taoist had personally seen Bai Yingying responsible for cleaning and greeting guests. After finishing her work, she even had to sleep with the boss. She was truly the most dedicated employee of the new era and the new century.

"Boss, is the situation serious?" Bai Yingying asked as she walked over. She knew that if things weren't tricky to a certain extent, the boss wouldn't specifically call her over.

Zhou Ze looked at the old Taoist, "You tell her the situation." Then, Zhou Ze flagged down a taxi, and everyone got in together.

The car drove to the villa district, and after the three got out, they went straight to Wang Ke's villa.

After ringing the doorbell, Wang Ke quickly opened the door, making a "please" gesture to Zhou Ze and the others.

"The soup will be ready soon, let's all have some. We can't let our bodies suffer while we're busy working."

"Mister, the poor Taoist agrees with what you said."

The old Taoist was overjoyed. He had only eaten half of his midnight snack when he had to pay the bill and follow Zhou Ze back to the hospital. His stomach wasn't completely full yet.

The group sat down in the living room. Wang Ke carried a tray with four bowls of meat soup, placing one in front of Zhou Ze, the old Taoist, and Bai Yingying, and keeping one for himself.

The meat soup was very pure, sprinkled with chopped green onions, and a drop or two of sesame oil on top. Each bowl also contained two or three pieces of meat. The old Taoist didn't stand on ceremony, picking up the bowl and starting to eat, enjoying it immensely.

Watching the old Taoist gulping down the soup, Zhou Ze sat on the side, shaking his head slightly. For some reason, he felt waves of nausea. Even though the soup in front of him hadn't been touched, the feeling of nausea was incredibly strong.

Bai Yingying didn't eat anything either; the soup in front of her remained untouched.

"Ah, satisfying!"

The old Taoist wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and seeing that Zhou Ze hadn't touched his chopsticks, he said with some surprise:

"Boss, have a little bit, warm up your body."

"I'm not hungry, you eat," Zhou Ze said.

"I wouldn't want to," the old Taoist declined politely.

"Eat, don't waste it."

As he spoke, Zhou Ze also handed the bowl of meat soup that was originally placed in front of Bai Yingying to the old Taoist.

"Haha, then I won't stand on ceremony. Mister Wang's cooking skills are truly excellent."

The old Taoist continued to feast.

Zhou Ze felt like he couldn't watch anymore, so he stood up and looked at Wang Ke, "Let's talk about the case."

Wang Ke nodded, put down his chopsticks, and gestured for Zhou Ze to follow him into the study.

On the desk in the study, there were many documents.

"Here, these are the photos that were just delivered. The corpses that have been dissected are fine, nothing happened, but some corpses that haven't been dissected have undergone abnormal changes. The corpses have turned into pus, and some emergency reactions that dead people shouldn't have have occurred.

"For example, they suddenly sat up on the stretcher, and some people heard noises coming from inside. After receiving this news, I immediately thought of you."

Wang Ke placed a stack of photos in front of Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze asked as he flipped through the photos:

"What other clues are there?"

Zhou Ze knew everything that was in the photos; he had just experienced it himself.

"The police investigated the identities of all the deceased. There weren't too many surprises. The deceased were basically all people who had a relationship with that hospital. Therefore, the police's idea is that this is a vendetta. The murderer did such an outrageous thing with the aim of revenge.

"Now the police are focusing on suspects who have medical disputes with this hospital. However, this matter is really surprising. This hospital, without investigation, and with such a serious and malicious incident occurring, some things can't be hidden at all.

"Gambling, using human lives as a gambling game, it's really shocking."

Wang Ke reached out and adjusted his glasses, while also turning the pen in his hand.

"Anything else?" Zhou Ze continued to ask.

So far, the information that Wang Ke had obtained was all what he already knew.

"That's all. If you want to identify the murderer, you must first uproot the entire underground black industrial chain, and then investigate the gamblers who lost from there, first choosing local or provincial gamblers. In addition, some people who were sent to be used as gambling tools, their families are also key suspects.

"In this way, there are really a lot of suspects at the moment, the investigation is difficult and time-consuming, and I am still waiting for more specific news."

Zhou Ze was a little impatient. He stood up, preparing to leave. The information provided by Wang Ke was of no value to him.

"Don't go, sit for a while longer."

Wang Ke tried to persuade him to stay.

"Have some more soup."

"Then there's really nothing to talk about," Zhou Ze said.

If you mention drinking soup again, I won't be able to leave even if I want to.

"Actually, there's one more thing, something that the police didn't discover, but I did."

Wang Ke leaned back, looking at Zhou Ze. His gaze was hidden behind his glasses, appearing somewhat deep. "But I'm afraid you'll misunderstand me."

"You don't have to say it."

Zhou Ze didn't press him. To be honest, he could take care of this matter, or he could ignore it. He was just a ghost messenger, not a celestial master from Mount Longhu. He didn't have much of a feeling of taking responsibility for saving the world.

Wild zombies, in principle, were not under Zhou Ze's jurisdiction, unless the zombie was full enough to attack the Midnight Bookstore.

Otherwise, he could eat, sleep, and do whatever he wanted in the bookstore.

Moreover, even if that zombie really lost its mind and took the initiative to come to the bookstore, with him, Bai Yingying, and Miss Tang, the unlucky one would probably still be the zombie.

"I should still tell you."

Wang Ke took out another photo from the drawer, turned it around, and placed it in front of Zhou Ze.

The background of the photo was the nameplate of a hospital, the hospital where the incident occurred. Zhou Ze also saw the familiar clock behind the photo.

"There are a total of seventeen people in the photo, including four security guards, four nurses, three doctors, and two administrative managers. Standing in the front row are four people.

"The two in the middle are the hospital's investor and a person in charge of that gambling platform. On the far left is a well-known old doctor from Tongcheng, who has already retired.

"In the hospital death incident, four security guards, four nurses, three doctors, and two administrators died that day.

"However, among the four people in the front row, two died one after another a week ago.

"For example, the investor of this hospital died in a car accident a week ago. This old doctor was found dead at home three days ago.

"Just got the news, this gambling platform boss died on the way to escape tonight..."

Wang Ke sighed as he spoke.

Zhou Ze reached out, placed his hand on the photo, and gently pushed away Wang Ke's index finger that was pressed on the photo.

"I'm curious, is this fourth person still alive?"

Wang Ke slowly moved his finger away. The face of the fourth person, which had been covered by his finger, was revealed.

A very familiar face,

It was Wang Ke's face!

Zhou Ze raised his head and looked at Wang Ke.

Wang Ke spread out his hands, "Take it easy, let me explain."

"Very surprising," Zhou Ze lit a cigarette.

"Don't rush to a conclusion. This matter really has nothing to do with me. This boss was a roommate of mine in college. He said he opened a clinic and asked me to attend the ribbon-cutting ceremony. I couldn't possibly refuse him. In fact, my identity is the same as that old doctor. We were both there to support the occasion that day.

"I really don't know what kind of activities they were doing, such as gambling with human lives. After the opening, I never went to this hospital again, and I didn't get any benefits from this hospital, and I have nothing to do with this matter."

Wang Ke looked at Zhou Ze,

"In fact, it's hard for you to imagine how profitable this black industrial chain is. Even if you scrape a thin layer of oil from it, it's a huge sum of money.

"If I really participated in it, would I still be worried about money for the development of my psychological research institute?

"Last time, you could see how anxious I was about Mister Zheng's daughter. I'm short of money, and if I participated in this matter, would I still need to run around for Mister Zheng like a grandson?"

What Wang Ke said made sense.

Because he couldn't have foreseen what was going to happen now and then started acting in front of Zhou Ze in the past.

"So, you called me here, showed me the evidence to consult this case together, it's just a guise?" Zhou Ze exhaled a smoke ring, then shook off the ashes, watching the ashes fall on the carpet of the study, and said slowly:

"Your real purpose is actually that you are afraid of death and want me to protect you?"

"Don't make me sound so unbearable." Wang Ke took off his gold-rimmed glasses, rubbed his eyebrows, and said, "The psychological profile I made, the final portrait that was copied, really looks like you.

"I asked you to come here actually to confess to you, because I think those people were probably killed by you, your identity... Well, I also know it.

"If it was you, wouldn't it be easier for me to call you over?"

Zhou Ze shook his head, "I'm not that free."

"If it's not you, then I might die tonight or tomorrow," Wang Ke shook his head helplessly.

"I'll stay until tomorrow before leaving. You better pray that the murderer comes to you tonight."

The implication was,

He wouldn't wait past that.

Zhou Ze couldn't be Wang Ke's bodyguard.

"What about your wife and daughter?" Zhou Ze asked.

"I let them rest upstairs earlier. I don't want to disturb her. Fortunately, the murderer is only killing the people in the photo now and hasn't shown any intention of exterminating the whole family."

Zhou Ze nodded upon hearing this.

Walking out of the study, Zhou Ze saw the old Taoist eat all three bowls of meat soup on the coffee table, leaning contentedly on the sofa and stroking his stomach.

"Delicious?" Wang Ke asked the old Taoist.

"Very delicious, this skill is amazing, this meat is also very fragrant," the old Taoist praised.

"Hehe, this is fresh pork that my wife specially bought from a farmer's house today."

"You put your heart into it," the old Taoist licked his lips.

"There's still some in the pot, I'll heat it up again later."

"That's great," the old Taoist obviously hadn't had enough. After he digests a little, he can continue to eat.

At this time, a woman's voice came from upstairs:

"Honey, are there guests?"

"Yeah, you continue to rest."

"Okay, honey, you should finish your work and rest early too. I'll clean up the kitchen tomorrow."

The woman stood at the corner of the stairs, finished speaking, and turned back into the bedroom;

She lay down on the bed, which was a big red bed, which looked very festive, but also a bit tacky.

Now, even in rural areas, there are very few families that use this kind of bright red bed sheets.

Moreover,

On the edge of the bed sheet,

There were drops of bright red,

Falling down,

Gathering into a pool under the bed,

Drip,

Drip,

Drip...