Late Night Bookstore

Chapter 126: Relics

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The hand that just urinated,

Trembling slightly.

The old Taoist now regrets why he skipped work to go out and drink. Isn't it a very good and noble cause to stay in the bookstore and serve ghosts wholeheartedly

What wine to drink!

The old Taoist is not an ordinary person. Although he cannot compare with Xu Qinglang and he has no Taoist skills at all and is just a charlatan who eats and drinks for free, he has served two generations of "ghosts" after all, so he has some vision and has seen a lot of bizarre things.

The faint fluorescence on the intern's teeth was like the devil's smile in the dark, making people panic. The faucet that had just been drained seemed to be turned on again, and water might drip if one was not careful.

The Taoist priest had previously asked him to sprinkle fluorescent powder on the corpse, and the intern replied that he did so.

Then fluorescent powder appeared on his teeth, and this association made people tremble.

The Taoist priest didn’t ask foolishly: Wow, you are quite sentimental, you use fluorescent toothpaste to brush your teeth.

"What's wrong?"

The intern looked at the Taoist priest who was staring at him and asked in confusion.

The old Taoist suddenly covered his stomach and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, my stomach suddenly hurts. I guess I've had an upset stomach recently."

"I'll take you to the hospital. Anyway, I'm not far from here." The intern doctor supported the old Taoist priest and asked in confusion, "Why are you shaking?"

"Oh my god, my liver hurts, it's hardened, I have to go back and take medicine, otherwise I'm going to have a stroke and a heart attack."

The old Taoist was talking nonsense, but in short, I want to retreat!

Even if he was found to have other terminal illnesses, he had to withdraw. This world was too dangerous, and the book house was safer. Now the old Taoist suddenly felt how safe Zhou Ze looked when he lazily basked in the sun, and how comforting Miss Tang's cold words always were!

"Let me take you home." said the intern.

"No, you are tired too. You should rest. Go back and rest. You still have to go to work tomorrow, right? You can't be careless. You have to treat illnesses and save lives."

After the old Taoist finished speaking, without waiting for the intern to reply, he broke free from the other's support and ran towards the bookstore.

Under the street light, the old Taoist looked back as he ran, fearing that the intern would suddenly catch up with him, but the other person had been standing in the dark alley where the two had passed before, without moving.

But that ball of fluorescent light was always there, appearing and disappearing, as if the other person was standing there, smiling and watching me running.

He ran to the bookstore in one breath, pushed open the door, and knelt on the ground, gasping for breath. He had run back with all his might, and his body was already covered in sweat, half from the heat and half from fear.

Zhou Ze was sitting behind the bar, tidying up the cabinets. Seeing the old Taoist come back like this, he smiled and said:

"What's wrong?"

"Boss, do you know what I just saw? That guy's teeth are gleaming!"

The old Taoist was narrating what had happened, gesticulating and making it seem as if he had finally escaped from the clutches of the devil, and that he had gone through a fierce battle in which the mountains collapsed, the earth cracked, the water flowed backwards, and the sun and the moon changed color!

It really is so terrifying!

But Zhou Ze still had a calm expression on his face, and continued to do the things at hand as if nothing had happened.

After he finished speaking, the Taoist priest picked up the water on the table and drank it all. He calmed down his panic and asked, "Boss, why don't you feel anything?"

"Maybe they are just playing a prank on you."

"A prank?" The old Taoist said with a sad face, "What if it's not a prank?"

"That's because he has a bit of a necrophilia thing. It's no big deal. You can call the police. I think there's a crime called destroying a corpse. You can be sued."

"Then what?" the old Taoist continued to ask.

"And what?"

"Boss, aren't you going to do anything?" the old Taoist asked in surprise.

"Is there anything you need me to do?" Zhou Ze asked back.

“… …” old Taoist.

"Didn't you come back safely without any accidents? Besides, if he was the one who ate the corpse, would he deliberately sprinkle fluorescent powder on it before eating it

Is he stupid?"

"Boss, whether you believe it or not, I don't think it was a joke." The Taoist said seriously, "I think for the sake of social peace, we shouldn't just sit back and watch. If he really is a necrophiliac, it's fine for him to secretly eat corpses in the hospital now, but what if he can't steal corpses in the future and wants to eat again? Who can guarantee that he won't do something more extreme in the future?"

Zhou Ze nodded after hearing this, as if he felt that what the old Taoist said made sense. He then reached out and patted the little monkey on the head, saying:

"Then you can take Brother Monkey to fight against demons and bring peace to the world."

The little monkey didn't know what was going on, but seemed quite encouraged, and waved the plastic toy hammer in his hand vigorously.

“Squeak, squeak, squeak!”

The old Taoist's face fell and he sat down on the chair next to him, obviously still a little frightened.

After a while, the old Taoist raised his head and glanced at Zhou Ze. He found that Zhou Ze was preparing some snacks and wine. He asked curiously, "Boss, are you preparing a midnight snack?"

"A tribute."

"Offerings? Qingming Festival has passed, are we going to visit the graves?"

"Um."

"Who are you giving it to?"

"Give me."

"this… … "

"Today is my birthday." Zhou Ze explained.

The old Taoist was slightly stunned. He felt that it was very awkward for a "living person" to say in front of him that he wanted to offer sacrifices to him, especially to celebrate his own death.

Zhou Ze packed up his things, carried them in a shoulder bag, and walked out of the bar.

"Boss, how about I go with you?" The old Taoist said attentively, "You don't have a driver's license."

Zhou Ze hesitated for a moment and nodded.

If you get checked by traffic police when you drive there, it would be a bit troublesome if you don't have a driver's license.

The old Taoist drove Xu Qinglang's Nissan out and took Zhou Ze to the cemetery park.

The cemetery park was closed, but the railings here were not very high, so you could just climb over them a little and get in.

The old Taoist understood why Zhou Ze came at night. Only at night, when it was quiet and deserted, could he experience that feeling.

In the cemetery, tombstones are neatly arranged. The lives of many people ultimately come to an end here.

Late in the night, there were whispers coming from the cemetery, as if someone was talking there.

The Taoist priest initially thought he was hallucinating, but after listening carefully for a while, he realized that there was indeed a sound, and he immediately reached out and touched his crotch.

"Boss, there's a demon!"

Zhou Ze ignored him and pointed to a small shelf in front of him. There was a box on it with a speaker inside and a solar cell on the surface.

The sound emanates from within.

The old Taoist was a little confused, and curiously leaned over to take a look. There was an instruction manual on it, which explained what programs were broadcast at what time each day. There were morning news, emotional programs, international news, local news, and so on.

"Damn, so humane?"

I have only heard of leaving QR codes on people’s tombstones before, and I thought it was very avant-garde. I didn’t expect that there are people who put this thing next to their tombstones to pass the time.

Zhou Ze found his own tombstone, on which was placed his own photo and a brief account of his life.

The Qingming Festival had just passed, and there were wreaths, some small toys and letters placed in front of the tombstone, some from my colleagues and some from children in the orphanage.

Zhou Ze sat down in front of his own tombstone and opened the letters one by one. They contained words from the children to him, expressing his longing for them.

They all start with "Brother Zhou" or "Dear Brother Zhou". Some children's letters use a lot of pinyin instead because they don't recognize all the characters.

Zhou Ze leaned against his own tombstone, looking at it quietly, without crying and without red eyes.

After watching for a while, Zhou Ze placed out the wine and food he had brought, then reached out to take them and ate and drank slowly.

He usually had a hard time eating, and this time was no exception, but eating while reading the letters from the children seemed to have the effect of the sour plum juice.

Although it was still difficult to swallow and still very disgusting, I was able to force myself not to vomit this time.

The old Taoist squatted nearby, watching his boss eating the tribute, and said nothing, because he understood.

He is dead, yet alive.

The tribute was originally given to himself, for his own enjoyment.

The night breeze is cool, blowing around.

At this moment, it seems that the years are truly peaceful.

After reading the letter, Zhou Ze stretched and looked at his tombstone.

He still remembers the day when he was pushed into the crematorium and the fire consumed him.

Erased,

Traces of one's previous life.

Under the tombstone are my own ashes.

"Boss, how about I secretly dig it out for you and take it back as a souvenir?" The old Taoist suggested.

Zhou Ze shook his head and let the past be the past. He no longer had such a deep obsession. Maybe he had it before, but now he has slowly let it go.

However, Zhou Ze accidentally discovered that there was a very subtle mark where the tombstone was built, and he immediately shone the flashlight on his mobile phone downwards.

Seeing this, the old Taoist also lay down to take a look, and then said: "This tombstone has been opened recently!"

Instinctively, Zhou Ze had a bad feeling. He had no intention of taking his ashes away, but that didn't mean he was willing to see anything unexpected happen to his ashes.

After all, it's your own thing.

The nails on all ten fingers grew out immediately, and Zhou Ze simply used his nails to embed into the gap and pry it out, saving the need for a shovel.

Soon, the masonry below was dug up, revealing a black urn.

When the urn was taken out, it felt heavy, which meant there was something inside.

Zhou Ze pried open the key with his fingernails and opened the urn.

In the box,

There is something,

But not ashes.

Instead, they are small, crystal clear particles.

"Oh my god, boss, you burned out some relics."

Zhou Ze reached out and grabbed a small particle, gently squeezed it, and broke it into pieces. At the same time, he said in a deep voice with suppressed rage:

"Have you ever seen a relic made of plastic?"