Late Night Bookstore

Chapter 125: The corpse thief

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The bald monk came suddenly and left suddenly. Of course, he paid the bill under the watchful eyes of the Taoist priest.

"Is this guy sick, boss?" the old Taoist asked unhappily. "I was just standing by and listening to some of the things he said. He actually advised you not to catch ghosts. If you don't catch ghosts, where will your sales and ghost money come from?"

After saying that, the old Taoist waved his hand and turned off the lights in the store. Even though it was daytime, the brightness in the store suddenly dropped a lot after turning off the lights. Then he shouted as if he was offering a treasure:

"Monkey smash!"

The little monkey jumped over immediately, holding two plastic fans in his hands. The fans were dyed with silver powder, and when they were waved, there was really a bright effect.

The Taoist priest and the monkey stood in a row. The monkey and the Taoist priest stamped their feet in unison and shouted at the same time:

"Our slogan is!"

"Try hard! Try hard! Try hard!" (squeak squeak)

“Our spirit is!”

"Struggle! Struggle! Struggle!" (Squeaky)

“Our goal is!”

"Hell money! Hell money! Hell money!" (squeaky squeaky)

"Okay, let's get back together!"

The monkey immediately backed away and jumped back onto the bar.

Zhou Ze was standing beside him, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

"Ghost money is justice, ghost money is everything.

Boss, don't be fooled by him."

The old Taoist has a scar on his chest. It is said that he used ghost money to avoid a knife attack on his heart, so he has a deep obsession with ghost money.

Zhou Ze waved his hands to indicate that he understood.

"Oh, is that you?"

The door of the bookstore was pushed open and a young man walked in.

Zhou Ze knew this young man, an intern at the People's Hospital. He had been there several times when Zhou Ze pretended to be a doctor treating patients in the hospital, and he had helped him out several times.

"Why are you here?"

The young intern was very curious about Zhou Ze. He was so naive that he had not even found out the relationship between Zhou Ze and Dr. Lin, and thought Zhou Ze was really a doctor.

Of course, it was also because Zhou Ze’s medical skills were indeed superb, which made it difficult for young interns to tell the difference.

"There's no future in being a doctor, so I'd better do business." Zhou Ze said casually.

“Is this your bookstore?”

“I guess so.”

Just then, Tang Shi appeared at the stairs and looked at Zhou Ze.

"You sit down first, I'll go."

The young doctor sat down next to him, and the old Taoist offered him tea very attentively. As long as you accept the tea, the minimum consumption is one hundred yuan.

Zhou Ze walked up to Tang Shi and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Are you free tomorrow?" Tang Shi asked.

"No."

"So what were you planning to do tomorrow?"

“I haven’t decided yet.”

Tang Shi nodded, indicating that she understood, "Then let's have dinner together tomorrow night."

As soon as the words fell, Tang Shi and Zhou Ze frowned at the same time.

For ordinary people, "having dinner together tomorrow" is a normal social expression, but for these two people, it is no less than torture.

"Let's have dinner together tomorrow night" can be translated into "Let's get electrocuted together tomorrow night" in their ears.

"Have some tea." Tang Shi changed his tone.

"Are you having guests?"

"I guess so." Tang Shi looked around and said, "You can relax now. I won't compete with you for the maid anymore."

Zhou Ze smiled and nodded.

After chatting with Tang Shi, Zhou Ze turned around and walked back to his original seat. The old Taoist and the young intern were chatting happily, and the two looked like close friends regardless of age.

Of course, with his rich experience, he can become close friends with anyone from all walks of life.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Ze asked.

"Boss, he said that the bodies in their hospital morgue are always damaged or missing, but they can't find out who did it. I just gave him a tip."

As he spoke, the Taoist priest took out a plastic bottle from his pocket, which contained fluorescent powder.

"I'm telling you, it was someone from your hospital who kept it. You secretly spread it on the body. If you catch the thief, you can be promoted to a full-time intern."

"Are you going to work at the Public Security Bureau?" Zhou Ze looked at the old Taoist priest. "Why are you giving other people such blind advice?"

At this time, the young intern answered the phone, probably urging him to return to the hospital. He hung up the phone, smiled at the old Taoist, shook hands with him, then turned and left the bookstore.

"Boss, is there really someone who steals corpses?" The old Taoist asked curiously. He knew that Zhou Ze was a doctor in his previous life and must know some inside information.

"Yes." Zhou Ze replied.

"Then what are you doing? Stealing corpses to transplant organs?" the old Taoist asked immediately.

“Do you think organ transplantation is so simple? The conditions for organ transplantation are very harsh. It is basically impossible to steal corpses from the morgue for organ transplantation.

Generally speaking, in the past, they could be sent to some medical schools or research institutes for anatomical experiments. After all, human corpses are not mice, and experimental subjects are scarce.

Some people are superstitious and would steal corpses for ghost marriages. Some people also believe that drinking powder made from the skulls of corpses can cure diseases. In short, there are all kinds of theories, so the phenomenon of corpse theft is actually quite serious. However, it has improved a lot since cremation has been promoted in China. "

"Grind the skull into powder and drink it? As if it were pearl powder?" The old Taoist made a gesture as if he wanted to vomit.

Zhou Ze sat down in his window seat again. A Nissan stopped in front of the bookstore and a man got out of the car. He was a man who was returning to his hometown.

“You’re back!”

The old Taoist was very excited when he saw Xu Qinglang. He was tired of eating takeout, so he especially missed the days when Xu Qinglang was in the store.

Zhou Ze was very calm, but he also breathed a sigh of relief in his heart because he was almost done with his sour plum juice.

Xu Qinglang didn't come in, but waved to Zhou Ze and squatted down at the door of the store.

It looks like he is worried about something.

Zhou Ze walked out of the store, stood beside him, thought about it, and squatted down.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Ze asked.

Xu Qinglang didn't rush to answer, but handed Zhou Ze a cigarette, then sighed and said:

"I went home for a blind date."

"Happy event." Zhou Ze said.

"well."

"Don't you like it?" Zhou Ze asked.

Xu Qinglang shook his head, "I chose her too quickly."

"How close are you to making love?"

Xu Qinglang glanced at Zhou Ze but did not deny it.

"So fast." Zhou Ze exclaimed.

"I'm not like you. I'm still normal." Xu Qinglang reminded.

"Then why are you looking so sad?"

"The problem is, after it was over, they left some money by my bed and left."

"You were raped?" Zhou Ze was a little surprised.

Xu Qinglang was a little depressed and said:

"We had agreed to meet in a cafe, but the blind date didn't come because of something. I didn't get notified and recognized the wrong blind date. Then I sat in front of her and chatted. Then I asked her to go to the movies, and then I went shopping with her. Then in the evening, she asked me to stay in a hotel and show me the script she had just written. She is a screenwriter."

"I guess it must be a fluorescent script, the kind that you have to turn off the lights to read."

Xu Qinglang felt helpless and reached out to scratch his hair.

"After she left, she left three thousand yuan on my bedside table. I thought of her as my blind date, and was a little surprised. Was she too open and avant-garde? Or was it love at first sight?"

"Most of the love at first sight is actually just lust."

"It turns out that this is not the case." Xu Qinglang was very conflicted.

"Did she treat you like a duck?"

"Can you shut up?" Xu Qinglang looked at Zhou Ze with resentment.

"You took the money and slept with the woman, so you didn't lose anything."

"That's what I said, but I feel like my self-esteem has been hurt. I'm a man with more than 20 houses, but I was treated like a gigolo by a woman!"

"In fact, if you think about some things from a different perspective, you may feel more comfortable."

"for example?"

"For example, you have the most houses among all the ducks."

“… … ”

"Or maybe, among the people with the most houses, he's the one who looks most like a duck."

“… … ”

"Sorry, I'm not very good at comforting people." Zhou Ze patted Xu Qinglang on the shoulder and continued:

"Cheer up a bit,

The bed is the most decadent place in the world. Why should we take seriously a relationship that starts in the bed

By the way, you went back to your hometown just for a blind date?"

"Not really. My ancestral grave is being demolished, so I went back to move it. Oh, and something strange happened. I'll tell you about it in a few days. Now I want to go upstairs and rest."

Xu Qinglang stood up, pushed open the door of the bookstore, took a bottle of red wine from the bar, and went upstairs to his room.

The whole afternoon was quite leisurely and relaxing. It was not until eight o'clock in the evening that Zhou Ze finally perked up. Generally speaking, by this time, the real customers should have arrived.

Xu Qinglang probably went out to drown his sorrows in alcohol and did not come downstairs, so we ordered takeout for dinner.

The old Taoist priest and the little monkey sat on a stool, drinking peanuts and wine. The little monkey's drinking capacity was also brought out by the old Taoist priest.

The door of the bookstore was pushed open, and there was a crisp sound from the door curtain.

The person who opened the door was the intern.

The old Taoist was a little drunk, so he stretched out his hand and asked the intern to join him for a drink.

There was no other way. He couldn't find anyone else who could drink with him in the entire bookstore, so he could only drink with the monkey. Now that a living person had come, he was naturally happy.

"I just got off work and forgot I didn't pay for coming here today. By the way, I still have to pay you for the fluorescent powder." The intern was still so dull and honest.

"No, it's just a hundred yuan for tea, and adding fluorescent powder is only a hundred and fifty yuan."

The old Taoist pretended to be magnanimous and said.

The other party handed over the money, and the old Taoist took it angrily, then patted the intern's shoulder and said:

"If you really want to thank me, take me out to a restaurant so we can have a drink and chat."

After saying this, the old Taoist looked at Zhou Ze with a guilty conscience.

Zhou Ze nodded, which was considered as approval of the leave.

The intern did not refuse. He was not a local and due to his personality, he did not have many good friends here. So he and the old Taoist hooked their shoulders and walked out of the bookstore to find a pub.

It was already dark, but the street lights were still bright.

The Taoist priest and the intern walked for a while. When they were almost at the tavern, the Taoist priest turned into a dark alley next to him, untied his belt, and said:

"Sorry, I need to put some water in first."

The intern was not shy and stood side by side with the Taoist priest, unbuckling his belt as well.

"Hey, kid, you're so down to earth, I like it!"

"Haha, it's quite exciting, urinating and defecating anywhere." The intern was obviously led astray by the Taoist priest.

"That's nothing. It's human nature. By the way, did you rub the fluorescent powder I gave you at noon on the corpse?" asked the old Taoist.

"We did, but the body went missing again today. The hospital called the police, but they still didn't find any clues."

"It doesn't work?" the old Taoist said apologetically.

"Well, it doesn't work." The intern nodded.

"Forget it, let's split the bill for tonight's drinks."

"It's okay. I'll treat you." said the intern.

"Zhong, you are a good guy, I am optimistic about you!"

Having said that, the old Taoist didn't even wash his hands and patted the other person on the shoulder to encourage him!

"You're older, so you should."

The intern smiled and said,

The old Taoist suddenly froze.

I didn't notice it before because there were lights in the bookstore and street lights on the road.

But in this dark alley,

When the old Taoist suddenly saw the intern laughing,

On the teeth in the mouth,

There is a light layer,

Fluorescence.