After Chen Afu was taught a lesson by Yang Ming in Donghai that day, he felt very unlucky. Why do I always meet Yang Ming, this jinx, every time I go out?
Chen Afu was dissatisfied, but he couldn't do anything. He definitely couldn't beat Yang Ming in a fight. Scaring Yang Ming, Yang Ming wasn't afraid at all. So, Chen Afu was simply helpless!
The police couldn't catch me, but Yang Ming actually repeatedly attacked my self-confidence. It's really shameful, shameful!
These few days, Chen Afu felt that he was going to fall ill again! In this period of time, the time of each relapse kept shortening. From once every few years to once every few months, now it was once every few weeks!
Chen Afu was a little scared. He also knew that if he committed crimes too frequently, the police would definitely catch him. However, he couldn't restrain the perverted desire in his heart …
Looking at the innocent people who were scared witless by his ghost face, Chen Afu had a perverted sense of achievement and satisfaction in his heart.
Although he knew that it was dangerous to commit crimes now, Chen Afu really couldn't bear it. The flame of desire in his heart was overflowing!
Today, Chen Afu pretended to go to see a doctor. He came to the People's Hospital in the morning and registered for a normal number. He looked at the few corns on his feet and then deliberately walked around the hospital. He didn't find any suspicious people.
It seemed that the police had already evacuated here.
Chen Afu gradually put his heart down. In fact, he didn't have to register or see a doctor. It was fine to wander around the hospital a few times, but he had a guilty conscience. He was afraid that if the police really caught him, he wouldn't be able to explain what he was doing here.
After confirming that there was no danger, Chen Afu left the People's Hospital happily.
At night, Chen Afu took out his latest Ghost Slaughterhouse mask. This latest mask cost him a lot of effort. The degree of simulation was ninety percent. It was scarier than the ghosts in the movies.
Chen Afu took out a "bloody garment" from the bottom of the box. In fact, it was a white coat full of red fountain pen water.
Chen Afu put on this outfit and then put on a down jacket to cover himself. Then, Chen Afu disappeared into the night …
In the inpatient area of the Song Jiang City First People's Hospital, Chen Afu was familiar with the place. After a few flashes, he came to the bathroom on the first floor. He squatted in the innermost seat and started to prepare …
Wang Zhitao was suffering from food poisoning, so the injection that he received today contained ingredients that would help with his excretion. In the middle of the night, Wang Zhitao suddenly had a bout of abdominal pain. After informing his father, he rushed to the toilet with a tissue.
Originally, it wasn't difficult to arrange a high-end ward for someone as rich as Wang Xifan. However, the hospital was overcrowded these days, so he could only stay in a normal ward without an indoor toilet.
"Zhitao, do you need me to accompany you?" asked Wang Xifan.
"No need. I will go first. I can't hold it in anymore …" Wang Zhitao rushed out of the ward.
He entered the bathroom in a few steps. Wang Zhitao found a cubicle and pulled down his pants. "Pudong," a loud sound was heard. Wang Zhitao was very refreshed …
"Dang dang dang …" Suddenly, there was a knock on the door of the cubicle.
Wang Zhitao was having a good time. He said impatiently, "It's not over yet. Why are you in such a hurry?"
"Dang dang dang …" There were three knocks on the door …
Wang Zhitao frowned. "Who is it? Is there a problem? Aren't there so many empty cubicles? Why are you knocking on the door … "
Wang Zhitao was somewhat inexplicable. When he came in, there seemed to be no one in the toilet. Many of the cubicles' doors were open. How could someone grab a spot with him?
"Red steamed bun … green steamed bun … Do you want red steamed bun or green steamed bun …" Suddenly, a creepy voice sounded in Wang Zhitao's ear …
"What is this? Are you sick? "Wang Zhitao was a little scared.
"Young man … Do you want red steamed bun or green steamed bun …" The voice continued to ask.
"F * ck!" Wang Zhitao was furious. "Pa," he opened the cubicle door. He thought it was a child who was joking. As he was about to teach a lesson, he suddenly saw something that he didn't know standing in front of him. It was covered in blood. It was holding a green steamed bun in its left hand and a red steamed bun in its right hand. The red steamed bun was still dripping … blood!
"Green steamed bun is made with brain juice … Red steamed bun is made with blood … Young man, which one do you want?" The monster suddenly opened its bloody mouth and looked at Wang Zhitao ferociously.
"Aiya, Mommy!" Wang Zhitao only felt that his legs were soft. His butt sat in the cesspool. His eyes rolled and he lost consciousness …
"Hehehehe …" Chen Afu smiled contentedly. Only then did he pay attention to the appearance of the person in front of him who was scared unconscious. At first glance, it was fine, but he couldn't help but be shocked!
Oh my, isn't this Wang Zhitao? My own boss! Chen Afu secretly cursed his bad luck. Why am I so unlucky? Why do I scare my boss every time?
If Wang Zhitao knew that I was pretending to be a ghost to scare him, wouldn't that be terrible? Wouldn't he kill me?
Thinking of this, Chen Afu didn't have the pleasure just now. He was sweating all over. He was afraid that someone would find him, so he turned and fled the scene quickly. He didn't dare to delay any more.
This time, Chen Afu was scared out of his wits. After he returned home, he still had a lingering fear in his heart. After he hid his outfit, he didn't dare to have any crooked thoughts. He estimated that he had to stop for a period of time.
When Wang Zhitao woke up again, he was already lying on the hospital bed … Wang Xifan saw that his son didn't come back for a long time, so he was worried and went to the toilet to look for him. However, he didn't expect that Wang Zhitao was unconscious in the toilet. He didn't even lift his pants. His butt was full of feces …
After quickly cleaning up the filth on his son, Wang Xifan carried him back to the ward and found a doctor.
After Wang Zhitao woke up, his mouth kept saying things like "ghost," "red steamed bun," and so on. His eyes were empty. Apparently, he was very frightened.
Moreover, unfortunately, Wang Zhitao had incontinence. All his eating, drinking, and defecating went to the bed …
Wang Xifan was in pain! Does God want to destroy my Wang Family? How come misfortunes don't come alone recently? Wang Zhitao just got better, but suddenly he was involved in such a thing again …
For Wang Zhitao's reason for being frightened, it wasn't clear for a while because Wang Zhitao had now become neurotic. Except for "red steamed bun," "green steamed bun," he wouldn't say anything else.
Although it wasn't as serious as mental illness, it was obviously a bit abnormal …
Wang Xifan found someone to inquire about it and found out that Wang Zhitao might have seen a "ghost." Song Jiang City People's Hospital was haunted. It had become a joke for many veteran patients.
As for why there were ghosts in the hospital, there were different opinions. Wang Xifan didn't understand.
So, poor Wang Zhitao, who just felt that life was full of hope, suddenly fell into the ice cellar again.
Regarding Wang Zhitao's condition, Wang Xifan didn't tell Zhou Jiajia. It was better to wait for Wang Zhitao to be normal before telling her …
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Black Widow frowned slightly as she held the new mission that her subordinate had just accepted.
"This Bao Sanli is a celebrity in Song Jiang City. Presumably, everyone knows what he does. I'm afraid it's not so easy to touch him." Black Widow said after a moment of hesitation.
"Bro, leave it to me." Feng Dao stood up. He and Hei Shu had just recovered from their injuries and wanted to move around.
"Well, then I'll leave it to you and Hei Shu." Black Widow nodded. "But it is said that Bao Sanli also has many masters. If you can't beat him, don't use force."
"Understood, bro." Feng Dao and Hei Shu replied at the same time.
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When Huang Youcai rushed to the so-called unlicensed clinic with the Wang Family's Special Forces, it was already empty. He reported it to Wang Xifan, and Wang Xifan was also helpless.
Originally, this matter should have been reported to the police, but Wang Xifan was not willing to deal with the police recently, so he could only suffer in silence.
Yang Ming was not busy these two days, but he wasn't idle either. The Chinese New Year was coming soon. He had to prepare, right? I don't know if Chen Mengyan has figured it out …
Xia Xue was affirmed by her comrades for the first time. She was sent to the customs to understand the situation and assist in discussing the smuggling of Mercedes-Benz cars …
On the surface, Song Jiang City seemed to be calm, but in fact, it had begun to be turbulent … It was going to change …
[End of Volume Three]
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