Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

Zhao Ke's heart trembled, and he knew that it must not be that simple in the hospital at that time. Now it seems that there are still things that are hidden from him.

But what Zhao Ke couldn't understand was that he had used ghosts to confuse her mind, so why could she still hide something from him?

But when Zhao Ke opened his mouth to ask questions, a blind tone of "beep beep..." came out from the phone, obviously the phone had been hung up.

Zhao Ke tried to call back, only to hear a prompt from the phone: "The phone you dialed has been turned off..."

On the other end of the phone, with slender fingers, gently pressed the phone's power off button.

On the slender fingers, there was a bit of dark red color, but it was not the nails that were specially dyed, but the blood scab left by the nail cover penetrated by blood.

The pale and chapped lips were slightly opened, and the skin and flesh seemed to be connected together. When he opened his mouth, two openings were split, and blood beads overflowed from the corners of the lips.

The woman dipped her fingers in the blood from the corner of her mouth, and lightly wrote the word Zhao Ke on the wall beside her. When she looked up, she saw a face that seemed to be familiar. Under the disheveled long hair, a pair of eyes stared at him. Then, the wall in front of him was already covered with names.

The complicated and strange eyes make people unable to tell what kind of eyes they are.

The pair of bloodless arms slowly lifted up, and stretched out both hands in front of the eyes. The ten fingers curled up in the air. Teeth itchy.

"Come to me! Come to me!!!"

The woman's scream echoed in the empty room, depressing and making people feel crazy.

"Damn!"

After putting down the phone, rare solemnity and seriousness appeared on Zhao Ke's face,

There are only a handful of people who know the number of card 2, and they can count it with a single palm.

At that time, Lei Ke took advantage of his position to handle the number, user name, and identity for himself on a virtual identity. Because this identity was connected to a murder case, the files were still sealed.

Even if it is a hacker, don't even think about finding this number from the information left by him. The owner of the phone surprised Zhao Ke, but the leak of this number made Zhao Ke feel a very bad premonition.

"Wang Na!"

Zhao Ke narrowed his eyes, called out the woman's name in a low voice, and after thinking for a while, he shouted, "Rem!"

"Yes, brother, what's the matter?"

"Forget it, nothing."

Zhao Ke shook his head, originally wanted to ask Rem about the recording of Wang Na's mouth and the leaked phone number.

But thinking about it, Rem appeared after the seven personalities disappeared, so it is impossible to know these things, let alone what those seven guys said to Wang Na.

Zhao Ke clicked on the phone's preview device and searched for news about Wang Na's murder.

Before, I used ghosts to make Wang Na push the person she hated the most in the hospital downstairs, ruining all her life.

But after that, Zhao Ke didn't pay attention to this matter again. Unexpectedly, Wang Na would actually call him, and still use the 2 card number he had reserved. Obviously, things were not that simple.

After searching for related reports on this incident on the Internet, it is strange that there is no news about Wang Na's murder on the Internet.

After searching around, Zhao Ke found that in a post bar, a person suspected of being a family member of the victim posted a post, but the victim's post was not taken seriously, and there was not even a reply below. I was submerged in the post bar.

Looking at the content of the post carefully, there is no mention of Wang Na's name, but it almost corresponds to the time and place.

However, there was no valuable information in the post. It was just accusing the prosecution of being unfair. The other party was found not guilty on the grounds of mental illness.

"Psychopathy!"

Zhao Ke raised his eyebrows. Of course he knew whether Wang Na was mentally ill, but if Wang Na wanted to pretend to be mentally ill, as a psychiatrist, Zhao Ke felt that no one would be able to find her flaws.

What's more, there are definitely not a few cases where neurologists become neurotic themselves. There are true and false in them, without exception, it's like a gray area, and no one has made it clear so far.

But if it is confirmed that she is mentally ill, then Zhao Ke estimates that Wang Na will not be discharged from the hospital for a while. Don't think that mental illness kills people, and nothing will happen.

Once a mentally ill person kills someone, he will be locked up in a specially made room, surrounded by thick soft cloth and monitored by cameras 24 hours a day.

Whether it is defecation, sleeping or eating, everything is under monitoring, and they are forced to inject various sedative drugs every day.

Even if a normal person goes in, he might not be able to last for ten days and a half months, and he will really become a lunatic through and through.

The only thing Zhao Ke couldn't understand was why she could use her cell phone to call herself?

After thinking about it for a while, this matter was temporarily put aside by Zhao Ke, and there are more important things to do right now, which is the hand of the source.

It was hard to find the place. Of course, Zhao Ke would not give up halfway because of a phone call or an unresolved matter.

After I have finished cultivating the source hand and have my own ability, I will go back and ask Wang Na to find out.

Early the next morning, before dawn, Zhao Ke came out of the tent.

Perhaps it was because of the nourishment of the stone milk Yinjing that Zhao Ke was hungry very fast now, but he was rarely sleepy.

Besides, although the inflatable soft bed of the tent was very comfortable to lie on, Zhao Ke still couldn't get used to it and couldn't fall asleep because he tossed and turned on it.

At this time, Zhao Ke couldn't help but start to redouble his thoughts, missing the coffin in his usual room.

It's a pity that the coffin can't be transformed into the stamp album, Zhao Ke can only think to himself: "In the future, we must find an opportunity to find a coffin that can be transformed into the stamp."

Zhao Ke looked at a ray of light in the distance, which gradually bloomed in the dark night. Knowing that it was almost dawn, he took out a pot from the stamp album, and lifted the lid of the pot.

You can see the milky white soup, just like milk, the mellow aroma is completely different from the soup made from chicken, duck, beef, mutton and fish.

The pigeons that were suffocated to death by Zhao Ke not only retained their blood, but also underwent amazing changes under the cooking of stone milk.

The soft flesh becomes tight and elastic.

With the cooking of shiitake mushrooms and tender bamboo shoots collected by Zhao Ke, the soup boiled with firewood is gradually heated as time goes by, so that the meat in the pot is fully released.

But to make this pot of soup so white and tender, these alone are not enough. Zhao Ke took the bowl and sprinkled green onion, coriander, and a pinch of seasoning on the bottom of the bowl.

The hot and boiling soup evaporates a mist of white mist in the air. The moment it is poured into the bowl, the soup is stirred, arousing the fragrance of chopped green onion and coriander.

In the milky soup, with a touch of fresh emerald green, it makes people feel very comfortable first, and then with the mellow fragrance, it immediately increases the appetite.

I saw Zhao Ke picked it up with chopsticks and looked carefully, only to see that there were hair-like white strands in the soup.

But it's not vermicelli, it's tofu.

With a sharp knife, a whole piece of tender tofu is cut into hair-like fineness, soaked in the soup, and gently shaken, the tofu shreds are scattered, and one piece is picked out, which is so thin that it can pass through a needle.

In this soup, the addition of shredded tofu is the finishing touch to the whole pot of soup, which not only makes the soup milky and fragrant.

It also makes the soup have a new taste, silky and soft in the throat, giving people the feeling that a virgin tongue slides through one's own mouth. After eating, the whole person warms up .

Zhao Ke was holding soup in one hand while sitting on a chair, with mountains and cliffs behind him and cliffs in front of him. With a sweeping glance, mountains, rivers and rivers were all in sight.