2 Ashtray

A silence of about 0.5 seconds fell on this office.

Immediately afterwards, Zi Liang could not wait to slap himself on the face.

Because the officer apparently thought his joke was not funny, so he began to unbelievably serious with his own set of knowledge about personal safety.

By the time he finally finished grumbling and walked out of the hospital, it was almost 1:00 pm.

Ziliang sighed as if weighted, slumped in his chair back, he felt really annoyed with the city and everything in the city ... but unfortunately, he could not leave yet.

So, he picked up a notebook on his desk.

This is a very ordinary book, only a little larger than the palm of your hand, wrapped in black leather, the four corners are raised some burrs, looks like it should be some years ... Ziliang casually opened it, and did not care which page will turn to.

Immediately after ... he saw a white sheet of paper.

"Ai-"

Zi Liang inexplicably sighed, as if he was originally expecting to see something from that white paper, and looked a little lost anyway.

Then he leaned back in his chair, ready to take advantage of the afterglow of the officer's long speech just now to try to get some sleep.

Suddenly, he seemed to be thinking of something.

Yes, there were still several bags of garbage piled up at the door.

The thought that there is still this thing makes him even more depressed.

Oh ... right, Ziliang had said he had seen the murderer.

This is not a joke.

Because just in the early hours of this morning, that murderous devil really broke into this hospital in order to avoid tracing.

At that time, Zi Liang was losing sleep because of the noise outside, sitting in his office and flipping through his notes, when he was caught directly, and the fugitive put a gun he didn't know where he got it on Dr. Zi Liang's head.

The time was about two o'clock, the darkest time of the day, the murderer's perverted smile looked particularly hideous in the darkness, and also holding a gun, so Ziliang had to put the murderer in a garbage bag in order to avoid any tragic accidents like gunfire.

He filled 5 large bags to finish.

By the time he finished cleaning up the floor, changed into a new white coat, and then washed the blood on his hands, it was almost three in the morning.

Ziliang recalled this very unpleasant night, and looked at the raindrops tapping on the window, and felt that he really did not have much heart to deal with the garbage.

So, he pulled out his phone.

"Hello, Joey?" He said, "Yeah, I've got a little feed here ..."

As soon as the words left his mouth, the person on the other side seemed delighted.

Zi Liang continued to speak in a nonchalant manner, "Well, it's right by the door, you have time to come over and collect it away ... better not be too late, I just wrapped it in a garbage bag, you know that smell emits a bad smell ... thanks la. "

After saying this, Ziliang hung up the phone, he yawned long, think things should be all done, then leaned back in the chair, satisfied with scratching his own messy hair.

The traffic outside seems to be much less, the wild cats are not barking, and no one should come to bother Ziliang. The raindrops beat rhythmically on the glass, like a sheep for him ...

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

Finally, I can sleep well.

...

...

If the officer on Halloween day is considered the first visitor, then when the second person walked into this small hospital, it was already two days later.

When Zi Liang first saw this man, he knew he was a gangster, which was evident from his colorful hair, the tattoos spread all over his body, and that purposely exposed gunshot wound mark on his shoulder.

Again, this man was not here to see a doctor.

"Two days ago, the night before Halloween, where were you?" The punk asked bluntly.

Zi Liang felt a little confused for a moment, feeling that usually often say such things, should be a police officer.

But he didn't bother to think much about it, just wanted to get rid of the punk in a hurry.

"Forget it." He said with eyes that seemed to be perpetually lacking in sleep.

"Damn it! Don't try to muddle through!" The punk suddenly slammed his fist down on the desk, sending the ashtray over the edge: "There was a man here that night!"

With this roar, the corridor clanked a series of footsteps, and then a group of guys in strange clothes burst in, stuffing the office to the brim, some with iron bars, some directly flash a spring knife, while those standing in the back row with only one head, and desperately put their own expressions of hideous some.

Anyway, the average person who sees this situation, should be enough to cry out in fear, people with poor psychological quality can even squeeze out a bubble of urine on the spot.

Ziliang dumbfounded at the scene in front of him, his face immediately bitter down.

He figured it out in this instant.

The "person who came that night" in the mouth of the gangster was undoubtedly the escaped prisoner, and these people were obviously in a gang with the fugitive, because Ziliang saw at least five people in the crowd with the same tattoo as the fugitive.

"Seems to be an important person in a gang ah ..." he thought, and that fugitive should be carrying a cell phone or some other thing on his body, anyway, these people just follow the last signal to find here.

The whole street, only their own this one store, so look at this room full of people fierce and fierce frame, certainly not just find a reason to mix it up.

As for telling them that your boss should now be in Joey's feedlot, if you move fast, you should be able to find him in those unpoured feces ... like teeth or something, after all, that stuff is not very digestible ...

Well ... such an answer does not seem to work either.

So, Ziliang very depressed to light a cigarette, has helplessly began to figure out, so much feed, Joey should not be able to transport all at once ...

"Bastard! Did you listen to me again!" The gangster who was the leader of the group once again pounded on Zi Liang's desk, pulling Zi Liang's thoughts back.

Needless to say, this guy was quite unfortunate, because this time he managed to shake the ashtray off the desk, and with a crunching sound, it fell in half ...

Ziliang's fingers holding the cigarette froze in mid-air and seemed to look panicked, he thought carefully and afterwards confirmed sadly that he should only have this one ashtray.

The punk looked at Ziliang, completely unaware of what a wrong thing he had just done, and thought that this doctor was scared silly by himself ... when he was proud of his imposing ...

"What a nuisance."

He seemed to hear a light complaint, followed by a cigarette pressed out on his eyeballs ...