A look of shock flashed across Uncle Li's face.

"Mr. K, you... weren't you kidding?"

"Of course it's not a joke."

"Zombies have not appeared in the world for some years, and as far as I know, zombies cannot stand the sun and cannot move during the day. How could he appear in the hospital in broad daylight?"

"That's a rumor. Zombies just prefer to appear at night, but it doesn't mean they can't stand the sun. Besides, it's not cloudy today."

"Zombies are not easy to deal with. Mr. K, do you want me to mobilize support?"

"No! Just ask someone to stare at him, don't do anything, just figure out where he is going, but there is one thing he must not discover."

"Don't worry, Mr. K, I can use the satellite surveillance system to monitor his whereabouts 24 hours a day without blind spots, and he will never find him."

"What! Can you still use satellites?"

Uncle Li smiled,

"Mr. K is joking. Money can make the devil push the mill, let alone use a few satellites."

When Wang Xiaojian heard about spending money, he immediately became energetic.

“How is this service charged?”

"The cost of enabling satellite surveillance system for 24 hours is about 1.5 million."

"GOOD! Don't use the company's money. I will pay the money personally, and I will leave it to you."

“Yes, K.”

Wang Xiaojian opened the car door and walked straight towards the hospitalization building.

...

In the ward, Ye Han, who was burned by a large area, was lying on the hospital bed, with gauze bandages wrapped around him, and several monitoring instruments were placed beside the bed.

His eyes were wide open, his eyes were staring at the ceiling with a dull look, and his heart was extremely desperate.

His prosthetic limb was completely burned, and when he was sent to the hospital, the prosthetic limb was removed and now it is placed on the coffee table next to the hospital bed.

Ye Han was thinking randomly. Liu Kai, wearing a white coat and a mask, walked into the ward. Without saying a word, he picked up the burned prosthetic limb on the coffee table, turned around and left.

Seeing this, Ye Han asked hurriedly:

"You...why are you holding my hands?"

Liu Kai ignored it and instead accelerated his pace. Unexpectedly, as soon as he reached the door of the ward, he suddenly jumped out and blocked his way.

It's not someone else, it's Wang Xiaojian.

Wang Xiaojian grinned at Liu Kai:

"We're meeting again, we're really destined to do it."

Seeing Wang Xiaojian, Liu Kai's body trembled slightly, a look of horror flashed in his eyes, and he instinctively took two steps back.

"Don't be afraid, I won't eat people. Put down this prosthetic limb and you can leave."

"You...you won't kill me?"

"What are you so many questions? Will you go?"

Wang Xiaojian's face darkened, a trace of electric current flashed in his eyes. Liu Kai felt frightened in his heart. He hurriedly put down the burned prosthetic limb and ran out of the ward as if he was running away.

Wang Xiaojian was too lazy to care about him, and even turned around to look at him, reached out to pick up his prosthetic limb, held it in his hand and looked at it.

The mark of Satan's Son on the prosthesis is still clearly visible. In addition to this mark, there is a line of numbers: 9527, which is probably the factory serial number of this prosthesis. In other words, at least nearly 10,000 pieces of prosthesis have been produced in this type.

Wang Xiaojian used a scanning program to scan the prosthesis in all aspects, and the system prompt came to his ears:

"The built-in chip of the prosthesis has been completely destroyed."

“Is there no possibility of repair?”

"No."

Wang Xiaojian felt disappointed. He put the prosthetic limb back on the bedside table next to Ye Han's bed and asked:

"How could your prosthetic limb catch fire for no reason?"

Ye Han did not recognize Wang Xiaojian and asked alertly:

"You...who are you?"

"Police! You'd better answer my question honestly. Now I suspect you are suspected of intentional setting fire to the bar."

Ye Han became anxious when he heard this.

"Comrade Police, you... listen to my explanation, I... I didn't mean it. At that time, I was singing in a bar. This prosthetic limb suddenly ignited. The doctor said just now that it might be that the line was aging..."

Before Ye Han finished speaking, Wang Xiaojian interrupted:

"So, no one touched your prosthetic limb at that time?"

"No, absolutely no one has touched it."

Wang Xiaojian couldn't help but be stunned.

So the prosthetic explosion last night had nothing to do with the zombie. Could it be that his prosthetic really caused self-destruction due to the aging of the line?

This thought just came out of Wang Xiaojian's mind, and a system prompt came from his ear:

"Warm reminder that the prosthesis uses composite superconducting materials, and it is impossible to have circuit short circuits."

Not a quality issue,

That's artificial?

Since it has nothing to do with the zombie, who will do it?

Wang Xiaojian was thinking about it when a person suddenly appeared in his mind: Yun Qianqian!

Could it be that she did it!?

There is a mysterious magnetic field related to silicon matrix in the body of pseudo-Lao K. Yun Qianqian has a close relationship with pseudo-Lao K. She once pretended to be a singer and sang in the night bar.

With such a high level of cultivation, she couldn't sing in the night bar to experience life. The real purpose might be to monitor Ye Han. Because she found that Ye Han had been targeted by the zombie, she took action to destroy Ye Han's prosthetic limbs.
Chapter completed!