The office fell into silence for about 0.5 seconds.

Immediately afterwards, Ziliang wanted to slap himself in the face.

Because the police officer obviously thought his joke was not funny at all, he began to spread a large set of knowledge about personal safety with himself extremely seriously.

By the time he finally finished walking out of the hospital, it was almost 1 pm.

Ziliang sighed like a heavy burden and collapsed on the back of the chair. He felt that he was really annoyed by this city and everything in this city... but unfortunately, he couldn't leave yet.

So, he picked up a notebook on his desk.

This is a very ordinary book, only a little larger than the palm, wrapped in black leather, with some burrs on all four corners, which looks like it is a bit old... Ziliang opened it casually, and didn't care which page he would turn to.

Immediately afterwards...he saw a piece of white paper.

"Why--"

Ziliang sighed inexplicably, as if he was originally looking forward to seeing something from that piece of white paper, but he seemed a little disappointed anyway.

Then he leaned on the back of the chair, preparing to take advantage of the long-lasting warmth of the police officer just now to try to have a nap.

Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something.

Yes, there are still several bags of garbage piled up at the door and not thrown away.

When he thought of this, he became even more depressed.

Oh... By the way, Ziliang said that he had seen the murderer.

This is not a joke.

Because just early this morning, the murderer really broke into this hospital in order to avoid investigation.

At that time, Ziliang was insomnia because of the noise outside. He sat in the office and flirted with notes and was caught directly. The fugitive also pressed a gun from some unknown place to Dr. Ziliang's head.

It was about two o'clock at that time. At the darkest time of the day, the perverted smile of the murderer seemed particularly ferocious in the darkness, and he was holding a gun. So in order not to have any tragic accidents such as guns and fire, Ziliang had to put the murderer into a garbage bag.

He put 5 large bags in his pack.

By the time I had cleaned up the floor, changed into a new white coat, and washed the blood on my hands, it was almost three o'clock in the morning.

Ziliang recalled this very unpleasant night, looked at the raindrops photographed on the windows, and felt that he really had no time to deal with the garbage.

So, he took out his phone.

"Hey, Joey?" he said, "Yes, I have some feed here..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the person opposite seemed to be very happy.

Ziliang continued to say tepidly: "Well, right by the door, you have time to come and take it away... It's better not to be too late. I just wrapped it in a garbage bag. You know that the smell smells very bad... Thank you."

After saying this, Ziliang hung up the phone. He yawned a long time, thinking that the matter should have been done, so he leaned on the back of the chair and scratched his messy hair with satisfaction.

There seemed to be much less traffic outside, and the wild cat stopped chirping, so no one should have bothered Ziliang. The raindrops were slapped on the glass rhythmically, as if they were on the sheep for him...

So he nestled on the sofa chair and slowly closed his eyes...

Finally I can have a good night's sleep.

......

......

If the police officer on Halloween was considered the first visitor, then it would have happened two days later when the second person walked into this small hospital.

When Ziliang saw this man for the first time, he knew that he was a gangster. This could be seen from his colorful hair, tattoos covered with his body, and the specially exposed gunshot marks on his shoulders.

Similarly, this person is not here to see a doctor.

"Two days ago, the night before Halloween, where were you?" the gangster asked straightforwardly.

Ziliang felt a little confused for a moment, and felt that the person who usually says this kind of thing should be a policeman.

But he was also lazy to think too much, just wanted to send the gangster away quickly.

"Forgot." He said with his eyes that seemed to be inactive.

"Damn it! Don't try to fool it!" The gangster suddenly punched the desk, shaking the ashtray: "A person came here that night!"

With this roar, a series of footsteps came from the corridor, and then a group of guys in strange clothes broke in and stuffed the office full of things. Some held iron rods, and some directly showed a switchblade, while those who stood in the back row with only one head exposed desperately made their expressions hideous.

Anyway, when ordinary people see this attitude, they should be so scared that they cry. People with poor psychological quality can even squeeze out a piss on the spot.

Ziliang looked at the scene in front of him blankly, and his face suddenly became bitter.

He figured it out at this moment.

The gangster said that "the person who came that night" was undoubtedly the prisoner who escaped from prison. These people were obviously in the same group as the fugitive, because Ziliang saw at least five people tattooed with the same tattoo as the fugitive in the crowd.

"It seems to be an important figure in the gang..." he thought, and the fugitive should have a cell phone or something else on his body. Anyway, these people found this place with the last signal.

There is only one store on the whole street, so looking at the fierce and vicious attitude of the room, you will definitely not be able to get through it just by finding a reason.

As for telling them that your boss should be in Joey's feedlot now. If you move faster, you should be able to find him in those unpoured feces...such as teeth, after all, that thing is not easy to digest...

Well...this answer doesn't seem to work either.

So Ziliang lit a cigarette in depressed mood and began to think helplessly that Joey must have been transported to such a lot of feed at one time...

"Bastard! Have you listened to me again?" The gangster in charge hit Ziliang's desk again, pulling Ziliang's thoughts back.

I have to say that this man was quite unfortunate because this time he successfully knocked the ashtray on the table and fell into two halves with a crisp sound...

Ziliang's fingers holding cigarette froze in the air, as if he seemed very panicked. He thought about it carefully, and then he was very sad to confirm that he should have only this ashtray.

The gangster looked at Ziliang and had no idea how wrong he had done just now. He thought the doctor was frightened by him... Just when he was proud of his momentum...

"It's so annoying."
Chapter completed!