Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

I chopped off four of his fingers in the mahjong parlor. Logically, this guy should go to the hospital.

But Zhao Ke glanced at Wang Heng's injured hand.

The messy bandaging method, I am afraid that even the doctor in the clinic is more professional than this bandaging method.

No matter how Zhao Ke looked at it, it looked like a wound that Wang Heng had bandaged himself.

This made Zhao Ke even more strange.

With his finger cut off, Wang Heng ran here instead of going to the hospital?

This made Zhao Ke think that the person he and Liu Jia were chasing before also had a strong smell of blood on him.

Thinking of this, Zhao Ke couldn't help squinting his eyes halfway, reached out and grabbed Wang Heng's neck, and lifted him up from the stagnant water.

"Hey, let me ask you something!"

Wang Heng was shocked, and when he heard Zhao Ke's shout, he realized that the person in front of him was a living person.

After thinking about it, the other party is a living person.

Wang Heng's mind began to flow, and he was thinking about the identity of the other party.

But seeing Zhao Ke move the flashlight away from Wang Heng's face, and with the light from the side of the flashlight, Wang Heng could clearly see Zhao Ke's face in front of him.

Wang Heng was stunned for a while, and was about to speak, but when he subconsciously glanced sideways, he saw a gradually clear human face poking out of the stagnant water behind Zhao Ke.

Chapter 624 The Man in the Picture

Looking at the head emerging from the water behind Zhao Ke.

Wang Heng uttered a strange cry and immediately passed out.

When Zhao Ke saw this, he couldn't help but frowned suddenly, he was so timid, why did he still run here? ?

Looking back at the stagnant water behind him, the rotten head was obviously a head that floated from nowhere.

Seeing this, Zhao Ke thought for a while, but he didn't intend to bring Wang Heng with him.

This kind of waste, Zhao Ke would hate him for dirtying his hands even if he killed him.

Not to mention bringing it with you.

I am not that great sage Qi Liang, Zhao Ke would not be willing to do such a stupid thing.

However, just when Zhao Ke casually planned to throw him away and let him fend for himself.

The diary in Zhao Ke's stamp album suddenly produced a strange movement, and the notebook began to vibrate violently in the stamp album.

Zhao Ke's heart skipped a beat, and then he remembered that he still had a side mission.

Is this waste related to side missions?

Zhao Ke called out the stamp album and took out the diary.

I saw the notebook in Zhao Ke's hand, and it became hot. The diary was opened, and there were two words appearing crookedly on the blank diary, "Save him!"

Look at the words floating on the diary.

Zhao Ke frowned, and asked tentatively, "Wang Wei?"

The surrounding area was empty, except for the human head in the pool, Zhao Ke never saw anything else.

The diary did not respond to Zhao Ke again.

Seeing this, Zhao Ke's expression became ugly, and he casually threw Wang Heng on the box.

With a bad tone, he said, "Why should I save her? I'm not your nanny, nor the people's policeman, nor a firefighter."

After Zhao Ke finished speaking, his eyes were fixed on the diary.

I saw that the blank pages of the diary began to be scratched in a mess, like a child holding a pen and scribbling on it.

"Zizzizizi..."

Zhao Ke looked at the messy abstract art for a long time, but he didn't understand what it meant.

But you can probably see a very strange head.

The head seems to have two faces, one in front and one in the back, and a small person is sandwiched between the two faces.

"Can you write? I really can't read."

Zhao Ke never felt that he was a person with rich imagination.

Cooking is okay, but Zhao Ke really doesn't have the ability to understand such an abstract work.

Also not that interested.

Now, what he wants to know more is where exactly is this Wang Wei.

But Zhao Ke's words did not receive any response.

After trying to shout a few more times, the diary became quiet again.

Seeing this, Zhao Ke could only put the diary back, thinking about what the abstract painting meant.

He stepped forward and slapped Wang Heng's face, seeing that Wang Heng had passed out, Zhao Ke simply lifted his head and pushed him into the water.

"Crash..."

The cold, smelly water made Wang Heng wake up from the stupor. As soon as he opened his eyes, he drank a few big mouthfuls of bad-breathing water before starting to struggle desperately with his hands.

At this time, Zhao Ke lifted Wang Heng out of the water.

As soon as he came out of the water, Wang Heng vomited, his face flickered, and he wanted to have an attack, but he didn't dare.

A pair of eyes wandered around, until he saw the ax on the ground, Wang Heng's eyes couldn't help changing a bit, but Wang Heng quickly hid it.

But he didn't know that although he hid quickly, he couldn't escape Zhao Ke's eyes.

With a cold smile, Zhao Ke threw Wang Heng aside.

"Tell me, what are you doing here, don't tell me, you are here for vacation."

While Zhao Ke was talking, he picked up the ax that was on the ground.

The ax was still stained with blood.