Maoshan Ghostbusters

Xiao Zhang and He Chuyao rushed to the Cyan Film Studio. The security guards at the door were surprised to see them, but they nodded and called the film elder Zhou.

"The Chief Zhou said that you two will go to the office to find him."

The security guard hung up and said respectfully.

Xiao Zhang and He Chuyao hurriedly walked towards the studio office area.

Xiao Zhang sneered, "Do you still dare not let the police officers in? It turned him back."

He Chuyao hissed, "Stop grumbling here, so as not to startle the snake."

The two walked quickly to the door of the director's office, and Xiao Zhang knocked on the door.

"Come in!"

Xiao Zhang pushed the door in, and what he saw was Lao Zhou's expressionless face.

He Chuyao looked carefully at Lao Zhou's face, but still couldn't see any changes. After more than 50 years of life, the owner of this face had become calm and calm.

Lao Zhou squeezed out a smile and greeted them enthusiastically, "Please sit down, I just heard the security guard at the door say that you are investigating the case again."

Xiao Zhang was stabbed by He Chuyao and coughed, "That's it, Chief Zhou, after we went back, we studied the case carefully and needed to recheck the blood types of all the staff on the set."

"all?"

Lao Zhou quickly caught this keyword, and his dark eyebrows moved upward.

He Chuyao nodded, "Yes, so we still need you and Sister Luo to cooperate with our work."

The expression on Lao Zhou's face instantly became very complicated. Whether it was surprise or panic, it didn't seem to be so well defined. In short, the weird expression disappeared in an instant.

"can."

Even though the answer was only two words, listening to him sounded like he had made a difficult decision.

Almost at the same time Lao Zhou nodded in agreement, Sister Luo's fleshy body walked into the office.

"Sister Luo, just right, you go to the dormitory and call Lao Hei and Xiao Manzi. No, the police are here again, saying that they are going to recheck the blood types of all the staff on the set."

Sister Luo nodded and immediately stepped out of her short legs.

After a while, Lao Hei and Xiao Manzi yawned and followed Sister Luo in.

Old Hei smiled, "Your forensic officer, isn't this blood just tested not long ago? Why do you need a blood test again?"

Xiao Manzi smiled bitterly, "It seems that the chicken drumsticks and braised carp that I ate these past two days have gone for nothing. Now it is half a tube of blood going down. How many good things have to be eaten to make up."

Lao Zhouhu reprimanded with a face, "You two talk the most nonsense. The police have come to investigate the case. We have to cooperate with them, understand?"

He Chuyao smiled and said, "I can't do this. It's all routine. Let's understand each other. Now that the top leader has spoken and said that it is to re-investigate the case, I can't do it. I can only do it and understand Long live ha."

Lao Hei and Xiao Manzi drew blood one after another, yawned and went back to the dormitory to sleep.

Sister Luo and Lao Zhou are left in the office.

Sister Luo twisted her arms and stepped forward and said, "I'll come first, ladies first." After finishing speaking, she rolled up her sleeves, revealing a python-like arm.

He Chuyao suddenly had trouble seeing this arm full of fat. This is the arm most feared by all doctors. People with too much fat are destined to have thin blood vessels like hair.

When the doctor draws blood, he is most afraid of this kind of arm, and finding blood vessels is particularly troublesome.

He Chuyao frowned and smeared alcohol on Sister Luo’s arm. With a tap, he found a hair-like blood vessel in her arm. Facing the hard-won discovery, He Chuyao was more careful, but After sticking it several times, they all failed, and Sister Luo was so painful that He Chuyao was sweating profusely.

It took nearly twenty minutes to finally get it done. He Chuyao let out a long sigh of relief after difficultly drawing out a small tube of blood.

Sister Luo looked at her own blood in the test tube and sighed, "This shook, I haven't checked my body for more than ten years, and I have long forgotten what it is like to draw blood. This is not good, it all reminds me of this. For me, there is just one word-pain, which is a kind of torture. Fortunately, it is finally over. Can I go?"

He Chuyao wiped off the cold sweat from his forehead and nodded.

Seeing Sister Luo's staggering back, He Chuyao turned to Lao Zhou, whose eyes were dull, "Then Chief Zhou, you are the only one left."

Lao Zhou nodded and rolled his sleeves, revealing his bruised arms.

After the torment of Sister Luo's fat arms, seeing Lao Zhou's arms again makes people feel very relaxed.

Although the bruised arm is ugly, when the doctor draws blood, he likes this arm most. The blood vessels are thick and easy to find, and the blood draw is also convenient.

He Chuyao picked up the alcohol cotton ball and was about to wipe the old Zhou's arm. Suddenly, the blood in the old Zhou's arm caught his attention.

The **** Daozi is pointed and thin, with deep strokes, and you can see that it is a masterpiece of cats.

And that **** Daozi hasn't scabbed yet, it should have been left a while ago.

Seeing the scratch that looked like a cat's claw, He Chuyao immediately shook his heart.

Xiao Zhang, who was sitting aside, immediately noticed that He Chuyao's face was wrong, and following his gaze, he also found the scratch. What he wanted to say, He Chuyao glared at him, Xiao Zhang understood, and closed his mouth.

"Your blood vessels are much easier to find than Sister Luo."

In order to relieve the embarrassment of the atmosphere, He Chuyao deliberately had nothing to say.

Lao Zhou hit haha, "That is, Sister Luo is too fat, the fat person has thin blood vessels, and it is troublesome to draw blood."

At this moment, Lao Zhou was still expressionless, unable to see what he was thinking.

"Do you have a cat in your house?"

Without any mental preparation for He Chuyao's sudden question, Lao Zhou stared at He Chuyao's eyes, as if trying to figure out his intention to ask this question.

"Cat?"

"Correct."

Lao Zhou shook his head, "No, that thing is lazy and greedy, jumping up and down in the house, I look at it and make my mind, I won't raise that kind of thing."

"Oh." He Chuyao nodded, "Then have you seen a cat recently?"

Lao Zhou was startled for a moment, then shook his head, "No."

He Chuyao stretched out his right hand and held Lao Zhou's hand, "Chairman Zhou, thank you for cooperating with our work. You are busy, so we won't bother you anymore. Goodbye."

Lao Zhou held He Chuyao's hand, "Goodbye."

He Chuyao felt nervous for no apparent reason, until he walked out of the studio gate and sat in the car, panting for breath.

Xiao Zhang said, "He lied! The blood on his arm was obviously a cat's paw print, but he said that he had never seen a cat. Moreover, I think the cat's paw print on Lao Zhou's arm should have been scratched out."

He Chuyao hissed, "Let's go back quickly and finish the DNA test."

"But it's obviously the scratches left by Meow."

He Chuyao ignored Xiao Zhang's words, but slammed on the accelerator, the van buzzed and drove towards the noisy road.