With a swipe sound, the computer screen suddenly lit up, startling Zhang Ke.
It turned out that the computer did not shut down, but automatically entered the power-saving sleep mode due to being left unattended for a long time. It was only after Zhang Ke hit it that it came back to life.
It just so happens that if you look through her computer, you may find more personal content about her. Although it is rude to do so, you don't care about that much now.
Zhang Ke noticed that the NetEase Cloud Music icon in the lower right corner of the screen was still on, so he clicked on it and took a look. He found that Ye Suling liked mostly folk songs and singing songs, and occasionally some popular J-pop songs, but
There are very few European and American works.
"It's quite similar to my taste..." Zhang Ke said to himself, looking at the playlists collected by Ye Suling, and suddenly found that one of the playlists she created had only one word in the name.
【Dead】
A very concise word, without unnecessary explanations or modifications. After clicking in, I discovered that the songs included are as concise as the names of the playlists.
Because there is only one song in it - "Death" by Lei Guangxia, and it has been played thousands of times.
How much does she like this song that she even made a separate playlist for it?
Just when Zhang Ke was complaining in his heart and wanted to open it to listen, he suddenly discovered that there were some unusual noises coming from the corridor outside the door.
He immediately pressed the button next to the monitor screen, held his breath, raised his ears as if facing a formidable enemy, and listened intently to what was going on outside.
It was like the sound of footsteps - and it wasn't just one person, but a group of at least four or five people, one after another, walking towards this direction with a rather rhythmic pace.
Even though they deliberately walked slowly, the unoccupied building was too quiet in the middle of the night, and it was difficult to completely cover up the traces of their progress.
Why would someone suddenly enter the building now? Obviously I had visited almost every corner before and didn't find anyone staying in the building.
Could it be that the souls of those who died in vain in the bombing returned to their former workplace at midnight?
Even though Zhang Ke was a completely non-superstitious person, at this moment, his heartbeat could not help but accelerate and his brain began to think wildly.
Otherwise, why would normal people appear in groups in an empty building at this time? Even if they want to investigate and collect evidence, it should be during the day, right?
Hearing the footsteps getting closer and closer, the night sweat on his forehead continued to drip down like a waterfall, his body trembled slightly, and his teeth could not help but chatter.
Who is it? Who is outside the door?
Squeak——
The door was pushed open from outside!
In an instant, his violently beating heart seemed to jump out of Zhang Ke's throat. In his hand, he held an electric baton found beside the table. This was the only weapon he could rely on now.
Crash--
"Ouch!"
A man wearing a strange silver uniform and a translucent closed helmet walked into the house and was hit by a falling bucket.
"good chance!"
I don't care about the identity of the other party, but if I am caught by him, I will inevitably have to walk around without food. It is difficult for me to explain the reason why I sneaked here in the middle of the night. It is better to put him down and leave immediately——
Zhang Ke rushed forward, pressed the button on the electric baton, and stabbed the man in the waist. The strong electric current relied on the water on the man's body and immediately covered his body, electrocuting him.
His whole body was numb, he was frothing at the mouth and passed out.
good!
Zhang Ke felt a little happy, and then kicked away the second person who came after him.
That man was also wearing the same uniform as the man in front of him, but he didn't expect that a big living person would suddenly burst out of the room, and he was kicked backwards in a hurry.
As long as you run in the opposite direction of those people, there will be stairs going downstairs less than a hundred meters away!
Zhang Ke spread his legs and kept running. Seeing that he was only a few steps away from freedom, he suddenly heard a voice from behind: "Do it quickly, don't let him escape!"
Then there was a sharp sound that broke through the air.
"what happened……"
My back felt like it was stabbed by something. It hurt a little, but it wasn't particularly painful. It was just an indescribable soreness and numbness that immediately spread throughout my body, and then every drop of my energy was drained away.
Zhang Ke felt that all his muscles seemed to have atrophied. Not to mention getting up and continuing to run, even raising his eyelids felt as heavy as a huge mountain pressing on it.
Soon, he felt confused and confused, as if someone had spilled a pot of hot soup in his head.
No, you can't fall here, get up quickly - at least, find out the origins of those people.
He gritted his teeth and insisted on not letting his will disappear. Although he was not afraid of death and could do it again after all, Zhang Ke thought that he must collect as much useful information as possible before his consciousness dissipated.
Obviously, these people who come to the police station building in the middle of the night, dressed in strange clothes, and possess weapons that can instantly disarm and paralyze themselves, must have some mysterious and profound background.
And maybe, they are directly connected to the tragedy this afternoon. Otherwise, why would they appear here impartially?
They were running away in such a hurry that they didn't even see what they had in their hands.
Just take one more look back, take one more look——
I don't know whether it was his strong willpower that temporarily overcame the physical pain, or some other reason. Zhang Ke mustered up the energy to suck, and actually managed to raise his head and glanced behind him.
I saw a man holding a gun-like launcher in his hand, slowly walking towards me. He seemed to be startled by his sudden turning back, but he still decisively pulled the trigger in his hand.
"It's strange. This person's resistance seems to be particularly strong. He was still breathing after being shot twice——"
The last thing that remained in his mind were these words echoing in his ears, and then Zhang Ke completely fell into endless darkness.
That darkness that is so familiar.
And, a crisp self-ringing bell——
"!!!"
Sitting up from the ground again, smelling the smell of blood coming from his nose, Zhang Ke realized that another new reincarnation had begun.
What happened before was still vivid in his mind, but he felt that his body was particularly heavy after waking up this time, as if he was filled with lead and was very tired.
Is it because the internal injuries left by being shot by that strange gun still have some residual effects after the self-healing ability of reincarnation?
Zhang Ke stood up and stretched his arms and legs. After feeling that the blood was completely circulating, his body felt much more relaxed, almost the same as usual.
"It's probably psychological -" he muttered to himself as he walked into the toilet, rinsing the blood from his hands while thinking about the circumstances of his last death.