The delivery guy stood there, looking at Zhou Ze who was sitting behind him across the counter.
"Don't be afraid. There are no cameras in the store, and I don't have a recorder." Zhou Ze stretched himself. "Of course, you won't believe me. Tsk, whatever you want."
"I don't know what you mean." The delivery guy was very calm.
Anyone who can do something like this must be very calm.
The police have yet to specifically identify the arsonist. This is his ability, of course, this is a derogatory term here.
"I am very sure that you were the one who set the fire." Zhou Ze spread his hands. He was just stating a fact, a fact that did not need to be refuted.
"You are drunk." said the delivery guy.
"Not drunk."
Zhou Ze smiled.
"Based on this, you say I set the fire? Are you more powerful than the police?" The delivery boy's expression was beginning to become tense, but he was still restraining himself.
"Hiss... I'm certainly not as good as the police, but I'm not blind. As for me saying that you are the arsonist based on that, I'm sorry, you are not the arsonist.
I just confirmed that you were the arsonist, and then deduced some evidence to experience the feeling of being Conan."
Zhou Ze pointed behind the delivery boy.
The delivery guy turned his head immediately, thinking there was a policeman standing there, but there was no one there and no sirens.
In this almost abandoned shopping mall, late at night, there was not even a passerby.
"They all came in with you." Zhou Ze said.
"Who?" The delivery guy frowned.
"The six people who died in the cinema followed you in, and then I saw you, and I knew it was you, the murderer. It was obvious.
Except for the funny guy standing behind me who hated me with all his heart,
You can't say that the other six victims identified the wrong murderer, right? "
Zhou Ze slowly stood up and looked at the delivery boy in front of him.
"Playing tricks!" The delivery guy almost started roaring. For some reason, he felt the pressure was increasing and cold sweat began to appear on his face.
"Don't be nervous, they can't hurt you."
Zhou Ze walked out from behind the counter with a plastic bag in his hand.
The plastic bag contained a small box of rice and some pickles.
In Zhou Ze's sight, there were six people sitting on plastic benches, both men and women, two of whom were old.
They all sat there reading books obediently, very quietly, not noisy at all.
Zhou Ze placed a bowl of rice in front of each person, covered with pickles, and disposable chopsticks were inserted upright into the rice.
Afterwards, Zhou Ze took out a bottle of white wine that cost less than 10 yuan, poured the wine into a plastic cup from the water dispenser, and placed a cup in front of each person.
"Brothers, it's not easy for me either. This bookstore has been running at a loss, so I can only use these to entertain you. Don't blame me for being stingy. You may die, but I still have to live.
Your family will provide you with offerings anyway, so it doesn’t matter if I give you a little bit, right?”
Zhou Ze bent down and spoke as if he was greeting guests.
Well, Zhou Ze wasn’t kind enough to leave a copy for the funny guy with a hole in his brain at the back.
"You're f*cking crazy!" The delivery guy couldn't hold it in any longer. "Oh, I should record it and upload it online so that my friends can see your character!"
“Do you dare?” Zhou Ze turned sideways, “You said it as if you really dared. You’ve only been live streaming for a few days and Wuwu has already collapsed.”
Yes, there are many reasons why the police haven't found the arsonist yet, but if the police had a key suspect to track down, it would be difficult for the arsonist to hide.
"I'm leaving. There's something wrong with your brain."
The delivery guy has changed his previous friendly demeanor. He has been able to successfully transform his popularity into live streaming and earn huge income at the same time, not only because he is a "hero", but also because of his own marketing plan.
He is very down-to-earth, and his original image is very good. On this basis, live streaming of food delivery, which is supposed to be a very boring thing, can make people enjoy watching it.
He knew that he was panicking and confused, so he wanted to leave and escape from the bookstore.
He regretted coming here today, very, very much.
Zhou Ze did not try to stop him, but when the delivery boy stretched out his hand to push open the door of the bookstore,
Zhou Ze took out his cell phone and checked the time.
"It's midnight."
“Boom!”
There is no clock on the wall in the bookstore, but at this moment, the delivery boy seemed to hear the bell ringing.
He pushed the door hard, but it didn't move. He got angry and looked at the door lock. The door was not locked and there was nothing blocking it, but the door would not open.
The delivery guy started kicking the door like crazy, but it remained motionless.
What he couldn't see was,
The six people who were originally sitting there reading,
All stood up slowly.
The first seven nights of the return of the soul,
Every wrong has its perpetrator and every debt has its creditor.
They came here, following their enemies,
And now,
They all stared at their enemies intently.
A guy who clearly set fire to kill them but became a hero.
"I told you not to save me!"
A low growl came from behind Zhou Ze.
Zhou Ze happened to blew on his nails at this moment, and then turned around abruptly. The nails on the five fingers of his right hand grew longer instantly, and the transparent black emitted a strange luster. Wisps of black air surrounded the fingertips, bringing a terrifying breath.
At the same time, black mist was rolling in Zhou Ze's eyes.
“Hiss, hiss, hiss… Aaaaaah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
The man in the black suit who had just transformed into a ghost with great difficulty was grabbed by Zhou Ze's shoulder, and then his whole body began to tremble. The black air from Zhou Ze's fingertips was like a sharp knife that kept piercing his body, and wisps of green smoke rose from the top of the head of the man in the black suit.
"I understand you, but you make me sick."
Zhou Ze said in a deep voice,
"So, you better say goodbye."
Zhou Ze used his fingers to exert force again.
The man in the black suit wailed and pleaded with Zhou Ze. He hoped that Zhou Ze would let him go. He had already turned into a fierce ghost, and if he "died" again, his soul would be shattered and he wouldn't even have the chance to enter hell.
But Zhou Ze did not let go.
His eyes remained cold.
Wait until the black suit man's body is completely melted and evaporated,
He withdrew his hand and vaguely saw some ashes in the palm of his hand.
"Huh..."
Zhou Ze blew on his palm and then clapped his hands.
When he turned around, Zhou Ze sighed.
I don't know if it's because I'm here that the layout of the bookstore has changed.
Or,
It's just one of those coincidences.
The six customers who came in just to read quietly now began to emit black mist, which showed that they were about to turn into evil spirits to seek revenge.
The delivery guy kept hitting the wall with his fists and kicking it with his feet.
Look up and think that no one can escape justice. This may be what the scene in front of us is all about.
The six victims were also frightened and confused by the thick smoke and fire. In the end, they were unable to escape and died tragically.
"Everyone, please give me some face and don't rush to turn into a ghost."
Zhou Ze came to the crowd and gestured to the six people.
"Come on, relax, and give me a smile?"
Zhou Ze wanted to ease the atmosphere. Once he turned into a ghost, he would not be reincarnated. After taking revenge and completely losing his obsession, he could only dissipate with the wind.
This is the saddest ending.
Zhou Ze felt that it was not worth it, really not worth it.
The arsonists have killed you, and separated you from your loved ones and families. Your children have lost their fathers or mothers, and your parents have lost their children.
There is no need to push yourself into a more terrible abyss because of this murderer.
However, Zhou Ze's words had no effect at all.
The expressions of these six people were still cold, and the black mist on their bodies was becoming thicker and thicker, with black lines beginning to appear at the corners of their eyes and lips.
He was almost turning into that funny guy in black who had just rushed towards him.
"Since you don't smile at me, how about I smile at you?"
Zhou Ze forced an ugly smile.
Finished,
It's a sin.
It can't be saved.
Zhou Ze knew that it was very easy for him to scare all these evil spirits to death. For example, that funny guy who had been following him for a week was slapped to death by him just when his CD was over and he was about to use his ultimate move.
But I really don’t know how to help these ghosts to be reincarnated. What’s more, Zhou Ze is a ghost himself, so it is not convenient for him to do this. It’s like asking Zhang Fei to embroider.
"There is a way to the underworld, and we can cross the Yellow Springs!"
A loud shout came from outside the house, and then the door of the bookstore was pushed open. Xu Langqing walked in, holding a small porcelain bowl with rice grains in it and three fragrant sticks stuck in it.
"rise!"
Three incense sticks burning quickly,
At the same time, the rice grains in the bowl changed from crystal white to black, and the black mist on the six people began to fade at this time. Finally, their faces began to change from the initial cold and murderous look to peace and tranquility.
The six people all sat down slowly in front of their own bowls and chopsticks.
"Xu Qinglang!" Zhou Ze pointed at Xu Qinglang and shouted,
Very excited,
Really excited,
More excited than seeing Dr. Lin coming out of the bath,
Think about how difficult it was for you to eat this week.
How can I not be excited!
As for Xu Qinglang's performance just now, Zhou Ze was not surprised. In fact, everyone just saw through it but didn't say it out loud before.
Xu Qinglang rolled his eyes at Zhou Ze, and in an instant, he was full of charm, as if the azaleas on the mountain were blooming.
But at the same time he said unhappily:
"Are you having a Spring Festival midnight party here?"
"I don't want to do that either." Zhou Ze briefly explained the matter to Xu Qinglang.
Xu Qinglang nodded to indicate that he understood, and bowed to the six people and said:
"Everyone, on the seventh night of the return of the soul, you should go back to see your relatives. They should be waiting for you at home. I will give you an explanation for what happened here."
After hearing this, the six people walked through the glass and left silently.
Zhou Ze looked at the bowl of "black rice".
"Why doesn't this thing affect me?"
Xu Qinglang's mouth twitched, and he resisted the urge to fight Zhou Ze for three hundred rounds.
Hum:
"You're different."
He was still angry, still had opinions about Zhou Ze, and still felt unbalanced, but because of his appearance, temperament, and voice, the words "you are different" were filled with deep resentment.
Next,
Xu Qinglang looked at the delivery boy who was curled up in the corner and had fainted from fear, "How do we deal with him?"
As he spoke, Xu Qinglang made a sweeping move.
Zhou Ze shook his head.
road:
“It’s better to hand it over to the state.”