The female ghost was beaten by Zhou Ze's nails and her soul was damaged, and she began to become transparent and unreal;
She was in pain, she was in pain, she was pitiful, but for Zhou Ze, he could try to kill with a borrowed knife, but he could not let her leave the hospital, let alone let her out of his sight and control.
Now, she didn't treat the knife as she should, so she could only send her to where she should go.
The gates of hell opened,
Zhou Ze grabbed the ghost girl's shoulder with one hand and threw her directly in. After being severely injured by his own nails, the ghost girl had no room or strength to resist.
Clapping his hands, Zhou Ze took out his ID card, which showed an increase of 25%.
The profit of this female ghost is still very high. It’s not because Zhou Ze took advantage of the situation, but because this female ghost is a monster born from the resentment of many people who died on this street.
It’s a pity that she is not as cruel as imagined by the evil spirit, and her typical style does not match her identity.
Zhou Ze leaned on a crutch and started to walk out. He didn't want to stay here any longer. He didn't want to stay in this place that made him, a ghost messenger, feel uncomfortable and depressed.
The Taoist priest followed them over, and when they reached the street corner, the Taoist priest subconsciously looked back. There were several similar small hospitals and clinics here, and of course, there were also many wild places hidden in the corners.
This is the human world.
It's more like the incinerator of hell.
In the invisible sky, it seemed as if chimneys were rising from the ground, with clouds of smoke drifting away, and those who were lying on their beds waiting to die in agony were like carts of coal ash being sent into the incinerator.
"Boss, are we going back to the bookstore?" asked the old Taoist.
Zhou Ze nodded.
"Boss, it's not worth getting angry about that. Just let it go. That female ghost is actually quite pitiful. At least, she is a good mother."
“That’s what makes me sad.”
"Boss, you said that there must be something hateful about pitiful people. I don't agree with you. I think she did the right thing. She is going to die anyway, so she might as well sell herself before she dies and leave some income for her family. It's human nature. Although human life cannot be bought and sold, it is understandable that she would use up her last surplus value when the time comes.
Moreover, her actions did not hurt anyone else, and it was a matter of mutual consent."
"Master, have you ever been caught by the police before?" Zhou Ze suddenly asked.
"Well, there were a few times, that was because..."
"Have you ever been caught in a crackdown on pornography?"
"Well, not really. I'm lucky. But sometimes I'm also nervous. After all, I'm so old now. Although I want to care for those fallen women with good intentions, I'm also afraid of being misunderstood by outsiders.
You know, in this world, if you want to do something, especially if you want to do something good, it is always easy to be criticized.”
"So do you think that cracking down on pornography is right or wrong?"
“Well…” The old Taoist didn’t know how to answer.
"According to your logic, the girls are willing, they need money, and then you also need it, you also give money, both parties get what they need, why should the police interfere?"
The old Taoist didn't know how to refute.
"Even in the United States, which claims to be free and open, prostitution is illegal in all states except Nevada, which is adjacent to Los Angeles.
The law is actually the final moral standard of a society, and your so-called protection of the fallen is
It seems that both sides get what they want and it is consensual, but if it is legalized or exposed, do you know how many prostitution gangs will be born? Many women will even be forced into prostitution. In the illegal environment, there are actually many examples of forced prostitution.
India is a country that advocates the legalization of prostitution, and you also know the rate of rape in India."
“These are two different things…” the old Taoist explained.
"Two things?"
Zhou Ze smiled.
He pointed to the street behind him and continued:
"This is just the tip of the iceberg. You know, the flame of sin may just be a flame at the beginning. There are moths willing to actively approach it, and the fire is willing to burn it. The moth also made its own choice.
But when the fire grows bigger and bigger, it is no longer satisfied with just burning the moths that fly here on their own. It will also burn nearby houses and forests, and then cause a disaster.
In the end, are the moths that previously fed the flames and made them bigger also one of the culprits
When this industry begins to mature and expand, who can guarantee that there won’t be bloodier and more exciting gambling methods? Even more, when there are not enough willing moths, those who are addicted to this game and those platforms that are used to earning huge income from this game will not be forced or semi-forced to find new chips to continue this game
Half a year later,
One year later,
Three years later,
This increasingly large and mature black industry captures an innocent person and then creates some conditions to conduct similar death gambling.
Does that person have the right to scold those idiots who joined the game for money and resources at the beginning? "
The old Taoist smacked his lips. He felt that what the boss said made sense, but he still felt that something was wrong, so he gritted his teeth and refuted:
"Boss, I think the real culprit is still the banker of that organization."
"In an avalanche, no snowflake is innocent."
… …
When he returned to the bookstore, it was already dark. Because he was not in a good mood, Zhou Ze walked back, which took him quite a while.
The door of the bookstore was open. Tang Shi was sitting behind the bar. There was a man and a woman sitting in the store reading books.
"Where is Bai Yingying?" Zhou Ze asked.
"She went upstairs to play games. I'll help her watch for a while. She's been watching it all day." Tang Shi said indifferently.
Zhou Ze was speechless. It seemed that he had to limit the gaming time of the internet-addicted girl. She actually dared to hand over the store to Tang Shi. Wasn’t she afraid that if something really happened, the bookstore would be flooded with blood
"You've been out for a long time. By the way, where is the old Taoist?" Tang Shi asked in surprise when she saw that the old Taoist did not follow Zhou Ze back to the bookstore.
"I went to the police station to report the case." Zhou Ze replied.
"What would you like to drink? A cocktail?"
"Can you tune it?"
Tang Shi didn't say anything and started to mix the cocktails by herself. Her movements were quick and skillful, and soon a glass of cocktail was placed in front of Zhou Ze.
"Try it."
Zhou Ze picked up the wine glass, took a sip, and nodded.
"very nice."
"Thank you." Tang Shi sat back in his chair, reading a book called "The Origin of Hell".
"Is this book in the bookstore?" Zhou Ze had no impression of this book, and there was no publisher marked on it.
"His books, fantasy books for middle school students, can be read for fun to pass the time."
Zhou Ze walked up the stairs with the wine in his hand. As soon as he opened the bedroom door, he saw Bai Yingying wearing headphones sitting in front of the computer desk, talking excitedly, as if she was arguing with her teammates.
It seemed that the person on the other end didn't know she was a woman at first. They only found out when they turned on the microphone during the quarrel, and they seemed to say something again.
"Hehe, you want me to play with you?"
Bai Yingying didn't know that Zhou Ze was standing behind her, so she lowered her voice and said coquettishly:
"Is the little brother sleeping like a corpse? The kind that makes sobs.
Go sleep with your mother, Sabi, I am old enough to be your great-grandmother!"
Then, Bai Yingying took off her headphones and threw them on the table with disdain. She leaned back slightly, with one of her long legs directly resting on it. With one hand, she naturally took out a pack of ladies' cigarettes from her pocket, tapped the cigarette holder on the table with it facing down, and then put it into her mouth, rubbing it with her fingertips, sparks came out, and she lit the cigarette.
"This is a good way to light a cigarette." Zhou Ze said, "Can you teach me?"
"Ask your mother to teach you. I don't have time..."
As Bai Yingying was talking, she suddenly took a deep breath and quickly put out the cigarette in her hand. Then she stood up, lowered her head to Zhou Ze, and greeted him in a soft voice:
"Boss, you're back."
Zhou Ze sat down on the chair where Bai Yingying had sat before. The chair was still warm. He took out a cigarette from the cigarette box, lit it, a ladies' cigarette, took a puff, and frowned slightly. The taste of this ladies' cigarette was still too light for Zhou Ze.
"It must be hard to hold it in, right?"
Zhou Ze turned sideways and looked at the female corpse.
He didn't know when it started, but he got used to Bai Yingying staying by his side and chirping obediently.
He seemed to have forgotten the intimidation and terror that Bai Yingying brought to him and Xu Qinglang when she woke up in the bookstore for the first time. Zhou Ze was also a little confused. Which one was the real her
"No, boss, don't misunderstand me. In front of you, Yingying really only acts like a little bird. Boss, you should know that.
You are also a zombie, and your bloodline is much higher than mine."
Zhou Ze narrowed his eyes and said:
"But I was just a doctor in my previous life, just an ordinary person. I have always been puzzled by one question, that is, I have died once and changed my body. If it is just a matter of bloodline, it should be ruled out. Otherwise, there is only one explanation left, that is, Xu Le himself is a zombie, but this does not make sense."
"Boss, my wife told me that there are some zombies, he..."
At this time, Zhou Ze's cell phone rang. Zhou Ze picked up the phone and signaled Bai Yingying to pause and talk later.
It was the Taoist priest's call. The two of them walked back together, but Zhou Ze gave the Taoist priest some ghost money and asked him to find a place to burn it and then go to the police station to report the incident.
"Hello, have you called the police?" Zhou Ze asked.
“Boss, I didn’t… I didn’t dare to report it…” the old Taoist said tremblingly.
"Didn't you burn the ghost money? You just participated in gambling and turned yourself in. Plus, you burned ghost money. You won't even be detained. At most, you will be recorded."
"No... No, boss... I'm in the police station. There are a lot of reporters here. It is said that half an hour ago, someone called the police and said that all the nurses, doctors and patients in a hospital were killed. It seems... It seems to be the hospital we went to before.
Boss, I can't be so self-righteous. It's useless to burn more ghost money. If I turn myself in, the police will definitely detain me as the first suspect."
"Everyone is dead?"
Zhou Ze frowned slightly. This shouldn't be the case. When he left, those doctors and nurses were just lying there unconscious. They were not seriously injured. He would probably wake up after a while.
"Indeed, it is that hospital." The old Taoist lowered his voice and said, "I just asked a reporter and he told me."
"How is this possible? We haven't been away for long."
"Boss..." the old Taoist asked nervously, "Didn't you also feel strange before, why didn't the female ghost kill anyone or seek revenge?"
"What do you want to say?"
"I was wondering if there were two ghosts at that time, but one of them was hiding."