Money is wise, he can spend it however he wants, Zhou Ze did not say anything, he was not qualified to say anything.
After all, although Lao Dao was his subordinate, he had never received a penny of salary from him. Sometimes when he followed Zhou Ze on "business trips", Lao Dao had to pay some money out of his own pocket.
Moreover, it is useless to talk too much with me about ungrateful people or whether this kind of discussion is worth it.
He is a man who has lived to be seventy years old. He has traveled all over the country and experienced all kinds of hardships.
There are all kinds of people, what kind of people haven’t you met
He is not the kind of old man or woman who believed in a lottery scam and wanted to get something for nothing. Perhaps, people's minds are as clear as a mirror, but they are actually confused.
After the Taoist priest finished transferring the money one by one, Zhou Ze pushed the Taoist priest's wheelchair and took him back to the bookstore. On the way, when the Taoist priest passed by a convenience store, he bought some snacks for Monkey.
After returning to the bookstore, Zhou Ze washed and disinfected his hands, then put on a white coat and checked the physical conditions of Lao Dao, Lao Xu, and Bai Yingying one by one. By the time he finished all this, it was already evening.
He took off his white coat, took a long breath, and went into the bathroom to wash his face.
Afraid, of course I am afraid.
That night a week ago, I almost became a "lonely man". My previous life was basically burned to ashes. I finally managed to regain the rhythm of my life in this life, but that old man almost made me start my life "from scratch".
Feeling the sting of cold water on his face, Zhou Ze shook his head, picked up the towel and prepared to wipe his face.
But at this moment, Zhou Ze saw a black shadow appear in the mirror, and the towel in Zhou Ze's hand fell down instantly.
When I turned around, there was no one behind me.
When I turned around again, the black shadow in the mirror disappeared.
It is not an illusion, and it cannot be an illusion. Zhou Ze is now very confident in his "big heart". He is not so fragile as to be paranoid.
I pushed open the bathroom door, but before I could walk out, a familiar and old voice came from inside the bathroom:
"Are you looking for me?"
Zhou Ze did not turn back this time, but slightly turned sideways and said:
"Yes."
he,
Sure enough, he is not dead yet.
The one inside me was right, he is not dead.
He appeared again.
Zhou Ze was a little surprised. He originally thought that even if the person in his body could not kill him completely and thoroughly, it could at least ensure that he would not appear again in a short period of time. Who would have thought that only a week later, he really came back as a ghost.
But this time, it seems a little different.
That night, when he faced the old man, he could clearly sense the extreme paranoid obsession emanating from him. However, this time, he seemed overly clean and pure, as if he had been purified.
It was originally a jar of old vinegar, but now it is a pool of clear water.
But the old man is an old man after all. His appearance is mysterious, his experience is mysterious, and even his death is mysterious.
The person in my body could only leave behind a sentence "He is not dead yet" and fall asleep again, which was enough to prove his peculiarity. Otherwise, with that person's characteristics, he would definitely wipe out the roots.
He was too disdainful to cause too much trouble, even though he was still under repair, but his second-year aura of being the most awesome person in the world was almost off the charts, and he simply ignored everyone, even less knowledgeable about how to behave as a human being than the monkey in Journey to the West.
"You killed me, so I thought of coming to see you, but it's a little strange that you don't seem surprised at all that I'm not dead."
"You are really like a sticky candy." Zhou Ze said helplessly.
"Haha." The old man laughed, and then his voice changed, from near to far.
Zhou Ze raised his head and saw the old man standing at the door of the bookstore. He seemed to be waiting for Zhou Ze.
Zhou Ze walked over and pushed open the door of the bookstore.
"I died a long time ago. I was dead before you killed me." The old man said calmly.
He was still wearing his green coat and muddy Liberation shoes. He looked a little awkward, with a kind of simplicity and shyness on his face that seemed to be born with him.
But it's just such an old man,
A week ago,
He almost killed everyone in the bookstore except Zhou Ze.
If Zhou Ze was just an ordinary ghost messenger, perhaps none of this would have changed.
Zhou Ze walked out of the bookstore.
"Forty-two years ago, I was already dead."
"1976." Zhou Ze said.
"Yes, the year the turmoil ended."
The old man turned around, took two steps forward, walked to a bus stop, and stood with the people waiting for the bus to get off work.
Zhou Ze turned his head and glanced at the bookstore. He was hesitating whether this was a trick to lure the tiger away from the mountain.
But after a moment, Zhou Ze still followed.
The old man's appearance this time gave him a very different feeling. Moreover, he didn't need to lure the tiger away from the mountain. He could suddenly appear in the bathroom where he was. This meant that if the old man really still had the ability to "kill" now, whether he was in the bookstore or not, Xu Qinglang, Bai Yingying and others would not be able to guarantee any safety.
Some things need to be asked clearly and must be clarified.
It is impossible for Zhou Ze to live the life in detective novels forever. Everyone in the bookstore must eat, live and travel together and cannot be separated, otherwise the murderer may have an opportunity to take advantage of him.
That kind of life is too tiring.
And it's not realistic.
A bus stopped and some people got off, but more people got on. This is South Street, the city center, and there are already a lot of people, especially now that it is the time when people are getting off work.
The old man turned around, glanced at Zhou Ze, smiled, and got into the car.
Zhou Ze also got on the car, threw two coins in, and walked inside. He kept his eyes on the old man. He wanted to know what the old man was up to this time.
There were a lot of people on the bus, so Zhou Ze stood there, just like the old man.
"That night, I lost. The one inside you was too powerful." The old man said calmly, as if he could totally take it and let it go.
"But... no matter how powerful you are, you can't kill me." The old man said, without any pride in his words, as if he was just stating a fact.
Not like a person anymore.
It really doesn't seem like a human being.
That old man who likes to preach, likes to claim to be a saint, and likes to put himself on the moral high ground in everything.
The person in front of me now is the same as the one who appeared a week ago.
It's like they are two different people.
"What on earth are you?"
Zhou Ze didn't ask who he was, but what he was.
Obviously, Zhou Ze discovered something unusual, and seemed to understand something.
Old man,
It seems like not being alone.
"What on earth am I?" The old man pointed at himself, "I am something that is dead but continues to exist.
My appearance was an accident, so accidental that I even forgot how I appeared.
I have ended many times, including the last time I ended in your hands. After so many times, I have forgotten when the real end was.
I'm not showing off or bragging. I'm tired myself, but every time I die, I can come back, and I will come back sooner or later.
certainly,
Maybe next time when I come back, it won’t be like this.”
The bus stopped at the next stop and a group of people got on.
An old lady who was about sixty years old got on the car, walked in, and stopped in front of Zhou Ze.
The car started to move again and the cabin began to shake.
"Move aside and let me sit for a while. My legs are so sore."
The old woman standing in front of Zhou Ze pointed at the girl in front of her and said.
The girl seemed to have heard it, but she had her eyes closed before. She also kept her eyes closed when the old woman walked by. She didn't want to give up her seat, but she felt it was not good not to give up her seat to an elderly person, so she pretended not to see it.
There was a plastic bag next to the girl, which contained what should be the work clothes of a salesperson from a nearby shopping mall. She must have just got off work and was very tired after standing all day.
"Hey, I'm talking to you?"
The old woman reached out and pulled the girl's hair.
The girl opened her eyes, feeling somewhat bewildered; she seemed not to have expected the old woman to be so direct.
"Do you know what politeness is
Do you understand what it means to respect the elderly and love the young
I'm so old, and when I come to you, you pretend to be asleep and pretend not to see. Is that fun
There are no elderly people in your family.
Didn't your family teach you how to be a good person when you were a child? "
The girl's face suddenly turned red, but she still got up, stood up and made way for him.
The old woman sat down with her head held high like a victorious rooster and began to knead her calves, but her mouth still did not move:
"I am educating you on behalf of your parents, teaching you how to be a human being.
You haven't gotten married yet, so I'm just trying to teach your future in-laws.
Young people nowadays,
Everyone has no idea of what politeness is, and what it means to respect the elderly and love the young. What will happen to society if it continues like this?"
Many people in the car cast their eyes over, and the girl standing next to him blushed even redder.
When the bus arrived at the next stop, the girl got off as if escaping. Her eyes were red and she was obviously trying to suppress the urge to cry.
"Oh."
Seeing the girl get off the bus, the old lady seemed to be unsatisfied and felt quite disappointed.
The bus started again.
Zhou Ze suddenly found that the old man was missing. Where did he go
Zhou Ze swore that he had been staring at the old man just now, but the old man seemed to have disappeared in an instant.
He hadn't finished speaking yet.
Just trick yourself into thinking that it’s over by getting on the bus
There is no beginning or end.
What on earth is he going to say
"Hello."
The old man's voice sounded.
Zhou Ze looked over at the sound card and found that it was coming from the old woman.
At this time,
The old woman turned her head and looked out the car window.
And her sparse hair also spread out,
The old man's wrinkled face was revealed at the back of his head.
The old man is laughing.
He showed his old yellow teeth.
He smiled happily.
Laughing heartily,
At the same time:
"Now I know,
Why am I dead but not dead yet? "