Chapter 14 The big bowl of wide noodles is not fragrant anymore
After all, Zhang Tong still underestimated the attraction of extraordinary power to himself.
He had obviously been hungry all day, but he just felt that the noodles he had eaten didn't taste good at all.
Even while eating noodles, one exaggerated scene after another appeared in Zhang Tong's mind.
In the fantasy picture, Zhang Tong is like Superman, with an immortal body of steel, eyes that can emit laser rays, and the massive wealth brought by hoarding Bitcoin...
It requires money, good looks, and superpowers...so far, only the best TV series have dared to do this.
But the tingling pain on Zhang Tong's fingers from time to time told Zhang Tong that all this was false.
Man... he says he doesn't want it, but his body is more honest than anyone else.
While the noodles were cooking, Zhang Tong's mind was turning over and over again the changes that had occurred in his body and the various possibilities he had imagined.
So he tried his best to glare at the gas stove, but he couldn't make the gas stove burn even a little bit.
He was not convinced, so he gritted his teeth and used a sterilized fruit knife to cut the belly of his finger. The price he paid was that his finger still hurts.
"The big bowl of wide noodles no longer tastes good?"
Zhang Tong smashed his mouth, and felt that the big bowl of wide noodles he had cooked seemed to be boring.
Soon, after eating a bowl of noodles, Zhang Tong finally felt a lot more comfortable, and even a layer of hot sweat appeared on his forehead.
After washing pots and dishes, the sun has completely set, and Yangming Community has once again returned to its former peace.
The old supporting facilities destined Yangming Community to be shrouded in darkness at night, and the dim street lights did not bring much light at all.
In fact, in Zhang Tong's opinion, those street lights were not as bright as the lights on police cars.
"Wait? Police lights? Are they coming again?"
Seeing the flashing red and blue light outside, Zhang Tong realized in hindsight that someone from the bureau must be coming outside.
But this time Zhang Tong didn't panic at all. All the evidence was either washed into the sewer or eaten by him.
Don't say that you didn't do it at all. Even if you did it, there is no proof.
Not knowing what his state of mind was, Zhang Tong walked towards the open window, ready to blow in the cool breeze of the summer evening and see how they would deal with such an obviously supernatural case.
But before Zhang Tong could reach the window, his steps suddenly stopped, and his hands involuntarily rubbed his eyes.
After rubbing it, the scene in Zhang Tong's eyes still showed no change, which made his face full of disbelief.
In Zhang Tong's eyes, in the corridor of the building opposite, there was a faint red mist that enveloped the entire corridor, which was strange and mysterious.
Staring at the floor opposite, Zhang Tong didn't know that his eyes were already covered with bloodshot eyes at this moment, and even the bloodshot eyes were like dense earthworms, quickly getting into his pupils, making his pupils blood red.
"One, two, three, four...the fourth floor again?"
"The first time it was the girl who was killed, the second time it was probably me, and the third time it was the fourth floor opposite. Are they all Room 404?"
"Is this a mechanism, or a habit? Or just a coincidence?"
Seeing that the red mist appeared on the fourth floor opposite, Zhang Tong's brows wrinkled instinctively, and he also came to the window with this desire for knowledge.
Later, Zhang Tong's frown became even tighter because he found that between the two buildings, due to the arrival of the police car, many uncles and aunts had come over to watch the excitement. Some of them occasionally looked up, but they were stunned.
No one noticed anything was wrong on the fourth floor opposite.
"Is this...a superpower? Or is it Yin Yang Eyes?"
An enlightenment arose in Zhang Tong's heart. He knew that the red mist he could see on the fourth floor opposite must be related to the two beads he swallowed.
"It seems that the changes those two beads brought to me are not that simple."
Staring at the red mist on the fourth floor opposite that was constantly squirming like a breathing jellyfish, as well as the excited and mysterious expressions of the uncles and aunts downstairs, Zhang Tong had a tangled look on his face.
The red mist gave me the feeling that it was obvious that the monster had come out to kill people again, but no one except me had noticed any clues.
"Do you want to find a way to give Officer Xiang a hint? By the way, try to find out the details of that thing?"
Shrinking his body back, trying not to be noticed by the onlookers and police downstairs, Zhang Tong kept weighing his thoughts.
It was obvious from the current situation that his eyes had undergone some kind of change and he was able to see things that ordinary people could not see.
Under such circumstances, even though I knew that the strange thing in the corridor opposite had appeared again, I wanted to act like a normal person, but my conscience couldn't bear it.
But if he tried to give some tips to Officer Xiang, he would most likely be noticed by the police and become completely entangled in this matter.
His eyes flickered for a moment, and Zhang Tong suddenly focused his eyes on the fourth floor opposite, with a look of maturity that was completely inconsistent with the eighteen-year-old on his face:
"With the power of the state machine, if murders occur frequently and a large amount of manpower and material resources are used, this strange pattern of action will definitely be discovered soon."
"By then, whether it is the information about the fourth floor of Unit 4 or the fact that I peed in the corridor, it will be enough for the police to focus their attention on me..."
"So for me, being noticed by the police is just the difference between sooner and later."
Zhang Tong has always been in awe of the power of the state machine, so he has no doubt that sooner or later the police will notice him again.
"Besides, that thing is so evil, it's no different from the ghosts I know."
"God knows if I'm registered with that thing. You can't rely on the police to protect you in a situation like this."
"After all, guns and guns are probably useless against that thing..."
"So, whether it's out of conscience or taking the initiative, we must stop that thing! God knows whether that thing will be like a ghost, the more it kills, the stronger it becomes."
With this information flashing through his mind, the confusion in Zhang Tong's eyes disappeared. He first carefully observed his surroundings, and then quickly ran to his room.
To be cautious, Zhang Tong first took out the labor protection gloves he used when moving, and then took out a promotional leaflet distributed by the supermarket at the entrance of the community.
"The aunt who issued the orders was also lazy. She gave me four or five at once, but it was just right to avoid the possibility of leaving fingerprints."
Zhang Tong muttered and quickly started writing on the flyer.
After finishing writing, Zhang Tong quietly slipped out of the rental house and ran to the window on the sixth floor corridor. After observing for a while, he threw the balled up leaflet towards Officer Xiang who was not far away.
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After throwing it away, Zhang Tong turned around and ran away.
After returning to the rental house, Zhang Tong first stuffed his gloves under the pillow, and then hid in a corner that could not be seen outside, observing the situation outside.
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