Standing at the door of the supermarket, seeing the head still observing him, Zhang Ziliang wrapped one end of the towel around the door handle, and then pulled hard. The moment he opened the door, Zhang Ziliang quickly took a step back and relaxed. Opened the towel in hand.
No one knows whether touching blood through a towel counts as a medium.
There is an element of gambling involved.
And opening the door and retreating were an instinctive warning from Lao Yinbi.
Opening the door will kill you...
It appears too much in supernatural novels and movies.
really...
The moment the door opened, a body covered in blood fell straight to the ground.
It looked like he was leaning against the door before. If he was unprepared when he opened the door and was hit by a corpse, he would be cold.
Wang Ye’s little trap...two!
As a question maker, it’s not too much to take a small test like this to test your reaction ability.
"It is indeed Lao Yinbi."
Wang Ye muttered something.
Wang Ye no longer had any hope of killing Zhang Ziliang in Novice Village.
Unless Wang Ye cheated at this time and directly poured a basin of blood on Zhang Ziliang.
certainly...
After Zhang Ziliang regains his memory, he will definitely kill him in a roundabout way... for a month.
I can't afford to lose this person.
...
"The door is blocked."
Looking at the corpse blocking the door, which was completely blocked with blood and had no room to stay, Zhang Ziliang frowned slightly.
so...
Can't enter the supermarket?
But this is the nearest supermarket nearby. If you want to find a store further away, you will have to go through a lot of troubles and it will be very unsafe.
How to break the situation.
Looking at the projection, a smile appeared on Wang Ye's lips: "This is the ultimate novice gift package I prepared!"
After only a few seconds, Zhang Ziliang started moving again, but instead of entering the supermarket, he turned around and focused his gaze directly on the head in the distance.
The head didn't seem to expect that Zhang Ziliang would find his position accurately, so he was stunned for a moment.
The next second, Zhang Ziliang took out his coat, rushed to the ghost's side in just a few steps, and wrapped it up in his coat.
This set of movements was smooth and smooth, as if it had been practiced countless times, leaving no chance for the head to react.
"Without the media, what's the difference between you and trash?"
Zhang Ziliang muttered to himself, then carried his coat and walked to the side of the supermarket.
In addition to doors, supermarkets also have windows.
Without hesitation, Zhang Ziliang directly used the head as a brick and swung it hard against the window. As the window broke, Zhang Ziliang used the head to clear away the surrounding glass fragments to ensure that he could pass safely and would not After being scratched, the jacket containing the head was hung on the bicycle handle not far away.
The head kept shaking in the coat, struggling hard, seeming to want to come out, but...
In the final analysis, he is just a ghost who needs a medium to trigger the murderous pattern.
Zhang Ziliang slowly came to the window, casually broke off a branch from the tree on the roadside, untied the shoelaces of a corpse, tied the mobile phone to the branch, and then tied it to the branch. His cell phone slowly reached in through the window, and he observed every corner of the supermarket through the reflection on the cell phone screen.
The corpse blocking the door is the owner of the supermarket. He usually watches the supermarket by himself. The reason why he observes is because he wants to determine whether there are other customers in the supermarket before the supernatural incident occurs.
What if I jumped in so recklessly and stepped on blood...
At that time, the harmless-looking head still hanging on the bicycle will let you know what is the evil of society.
really.
Just below the window, lay the body of a woman, Zhang Ziliang's neighbor, a usually very tricky aunt.
At this time, her face was full of anger, and she seemed to be pointing at the supermarket owner and yelling at him before she died.
And the only half of her arm was still wrapped with a circle of gauze.
perhaps...
Is this the origin of the supernatural incident?
Zhang Ziliang had been wondering before. Logically speaking, if this ghost could trigger the existence of the killing pattern through the medium of blood, then how could anyone in the community give this ghost a chance to kill people if they were not injured.
If my guess is correct, maybe my neighbor was accidentally injured, and it happened to be haunted in the community, so he encountered such a thing.
Is it just such a coincidence?
Zhang Ziliang had a vague feeling, as if a pair of invisible hands were controlling everything.
Because everything was so sudden.
Just a few hours ago, the TV suddenly broadcast an emergency news, telling everyone that the world has undergone tremendous changes and is haunted everywhere.
Then the ghost appeared in the community.
Obviously a blood medium is needed to trigger the killing pattern, but his neighbor is suddenly injured again.
"Is it really okay?"
Zhang Ziliang murmured to himself, and then carefully observed the supermarket again. After confirming that there was nothing missing, he took back the phone and put it in his pocket again.
Although the aunt next door died at the window and was also dismembered, which looked miserable, fortunately her blood did not spurt out so much, leaving some place to stay.
Zhang Ziliang had all these specific locations memorized in his mind. He put his hands on the edge of the window and stepped in with a strong force. He passed directly over the aunt's body and landed safely on the bloodless corpse. on the ground.
The supermarket was very quiet, with only a faint smell of blood spreading.
Zhang Ziliang picked up a few plastic bags and packed them with food that was small, easy to carry, and could satisfy his hunger.
After replenishing a few bottles of mineral water, he returned the same way and prepared to leave from the window.
but...
Just when he came to the window, through the reflection of the glass fragments on the ground, he vaguely saw what seemed to be something at the bottom of the cargo shelf.
Zhang Ziliang paused and slowly squatted down. Of course, the position where he squatted was still relatively far away from the cargo rack, but he could clearly see what was going on underneath.
A jet black dagger.
A knife?
Maybe it can be used.
After confirming that there was no blood around, Zhang Ziliang slowly came to the goods shelf and took out the dagger.
Very cold breath!
The moment he held the dagger, a biting chill swept through Zhang Ziliang's body, causing him to subconsciously let go and drop the dagger to the ground.
