Zhang Yanfeng came here by car, which was the car of the tall and thin female police officer. When he got off the car, Officer Zhang's legs were weak, his eyes were bloodshot, and there were a lot of grass and wood debris mixed in his messy hair and shoulders.
When he pushed the door open and came in, Zhang Yanfeng asked for a cup of coffee, then yawned heavily.
"I didn't know. I thought you just came back from a field battle."
Boss Zhou was stirring the coffee in front of him with a small spoon;
In the past, Zhou Ze felt that there seemed to be no difference between good coffee and Nestle instant coffee. When he was a doctor in his previous life, he was often very busy and relied on coffee to survive.
But I don't know if my mentality has changed or if there is indeed a big difference between good and bad coffee.
The taste of coffee is indeed different now than before.
"Bullshit, don't tarnish my reputation."
Zhang Yanfeng picked up the coffee that Zhou Ze had just mixed with sugar and drank it all.
Then he smacked his lips.
It's like taking a big sip of boiled water.
Profound interpretation,
What does it mean to be a cow chewing a peony
The small spoon in Zhou Ze's hand fell to the ground.
Trembling slightly.
This is his cat shit...
"This coffee is so boring. Don't you get tired of drinking it every day? I don't want to drink it every day."
"I don't know if you're tired of drinking this every day, but it's certain that you'll be investigated for financial problems."
"Oh shit."
Zhang Yanfeng stretched out his hand and rubbed his hair.
"Isn't that unlucky? I didn't sleep the whole night, and I was wandering around in the woods all night. I don't know how many times I fell, but I still couldn't find the grave."
Zhou Ze was a little surprised and asked, "The grave of that dead person?"
"Yes, I didn't find it."
"They didn't tell the truth?"
“I took them with me to look for it, but we didn’t find it.
Tongcheng is such a small place, and it is not an old forest or old mountain valley like in Northeast China or Sichuan. It is true that they sealed the entrance to the tomb, but it should not be impossible to find it. However, in fact, it is indeed impossible to find it.
The police dogs were dispatched, but nothing was found. The person has been arrested, so he should have confessed what he should have confessed. There is no need to lie, right? "
Officer Zhang spread his hands.
He had worked all night in vain.
Then, he realized that it was Zhou Ze who called him to come, and immediately said:
"What do you want from me?"
"Yellow Hair is dead."
"Oh." Zhang Yanfeng's eyes widened and he shouted, "Did you kill him?"
“… …” Zhou Ze.
Shaking his head, Zhang Yanfeng calmed down and asked, "Where is the body?"
"All I know is that he's dead."
Yes,
The soul of man has come,
Boss Zhou has sent me to reincarnate.
The last trace of Huang Mao left in this world is not his strong Shamatte ideology.
It was the extra 0.4% performance on Boss Zhou’s ghost certificate.
"Did you deal with the body?" Zhang Yanfeng asked.
"I haven't seen the body, but I can confirm that he is dead. If you still don't understand, I can give you a detailed introduction to my work."
"No, stop it!"
Zhang Yanfeng immediately raised his hand and signaled Boss Zhou to stop.
He still wanted to continue living a normal life. Even though he knew that Zhou Ze's identity was not ordinary, he still refused to let the direct impact cause his worldview to collapse.
"Can we find out where he died?" Zhang Yanfeng asked.
Zhou Ze shook his head.
At this time, the old Taoist priest on the side silently raised his hand and said timidly:
"I know."
… … …
When they went there, the Taoist priest drove the car and Zhang Yanfeng asked the female police officer to go back and have a rest.
Xu Qinglang's Nissan has almost become a public car in the bookstore. When Old Xu was alive, he took good care of the car, but as he fell into a coma, his beloved car was also being ruined.
Zhou Ze and Officer Zhang, who were sitting in the back seat, each held a cigarette and puffed away.
"Old Zhou, is this considered a supernatural event
The suspects weren’t lying, I could tell, and they weren’t faking their shocked expressions when they themselves couldn’t find the grave.”
"You've been a police officer for so many years, haven't you encountered this?"
“It’s really not much, but now we can write it into the supernatural events and keep it as a secret file of the police station.
It says,
On a certain day of a certain month of a certain year, a police officer named Zhang solved a case with the help of a mysterious bookstore owner.
"Usually this kind of plot is that after you die in an accident, your son discovers my existence when he comes to investigate the cause of your death.
Then he came to me to ask about the truth of his father's death,
I will give your son some confusing information.
This makes it easier for the screenwriter to write a water plot.”
“… …” Zhang Yanfeng.
The atmosphere was a bit awkward.
The experienced driver laughed in his heart, other people can talk to death, but the boss can talk people to death.
Soon, the car arrived at the destination, which was in a town below, close to the elevated road. It was indeed a bit far away from the city, but it was actually very quick to get there by car. After a circle on the ring road, we got out.
"The White Swan Ballroom."
Zhou Ze glanced out of the car window and saw the neon sign on the second floor flickering, which looked very high-end in this small country town.
Especially at the early hours of the morning,
There are a lot of people downstairs and upstairs in this dance hall.
"This is a dance hall." The old Taoist explained.
"Sand dance?" Zhang Yanfeng was a little confused.
"Oh, this is what they say in Sichuan. I went there quite often when I was working there. According to what they say here, it should be called cheek-to-cheek dance or touch dance."
With explanation,
It’s easy to understand.
The old Taoist was afraid that the two people behind him still didn't understand, so he continued, "There are songs playing inside, and everyone is dancing. Everyone who goes in has to pay a ten-yuan ticket, both men and women. Then the men pick the women inside, and after they pick the women, they will dance with you. The fee is based on the song, ten or twenty yuan for one song.
It's cheaper in Chengdu, ten yuan a song. Tongcheng belongs to the free shipping area of Jiangsu, Zhejiang and Shanghai, so the prices are expensive, and it's twenty yuan a song here.
In the dark, men and women hug each other and dance. Men can touch and grab each other to satisfy their sexual desire. The money is well spent. Many girls are part-time workers, not professional prostitutes. "
Boss Zhou and Officer Zhang listened and nodded like two students.
"This is skirting the line."
Zhang Yanfeng sighed out of professional instinct.
Because after entering, he found that it was quite formal inside, with posters everywhere: "No pornography, gambling or drugs allowed."
There were also several uniformed security guards with red armbands maintaining order.
This kind of place is a dance hall and has its own licensing procedures, just like some KTVs. It is a legitimate entertainment venue, but everyone knows and understands whether there are improper or borderline things in it.
The Taoist priest paid for three tickets and after entering, he found that the dance hall was divided into two distinct areas. In one area, the lights were bright and people were dancing normally, a bit like the senior citizen ballroom dance in the Sunset Red Square.
In another area, the lights were dim and a group of men and women were embracing each other and swaying inside.
On the outskirts, there were quite a few men walking around looking for partners, and there were rows of girls standing there waiting to be chosen, both fat and thin.
“It’s a mess.”
Zhang Yanfeng commented.
Then, he looked at the old Taoist and asked:
"You brought us to see this?"
He is a policeman. It would be very embarrassing if he was discovered in this situation by acquaintances. If he took pictures, it could even be used by someone with ulterior motives as evidence to attack your lifestyle.
"Upstairs."
As he spoke, the old Taoist led the two of them around a corner and up the building. At the foot of the stairs, there was an old lady sitting there eating melon seeds. When she saw three grown men coming up, she was a little puzzled and reached out to stop them.
"What?" asked the aunt.
“Go for it!”
The old Taoist replied.
Saying,
The old Taoist pointed at Zhang Yanfeng and his boss.
The old lady showed a look of understanding, then waved her hand, motioning them to go up.
There was nothing up there, it was a basically abandoned floor, but you could see condoms scattered all over the floor, with white sticky liquid inside that smelled like salted fish and seafood.
Not far away, there were several pairs of men and women busying themselves.
“It’s a mess.”
Zhang Yanfeng continued.
"This place is not under the control of the dance hall downstairs, so how can they control whether others book a room?" the old Taoist retorted.
Then he pointed to the speaker above, which was playing lyrical music that was synchronized with the music in the dance hall downstairs.
Zhou Ze held onto the railing with his hands. The view here was good and the building was quite high. In front of him was an overpass with heavy traffic.
"What on earth did you come to see us for?"
Zhang Yanfeng could no longer bear it. He was a policeman. If he came here to crack down on prostitution and catch criminals, it would not be a big deal. But now he was sneaking in here in plain clothes, and he really felt uncomfortable.
"Wait, I heard the song that Huang Mao sang before here before, and I thought it was pretty good, so I searched for the lyrics online, but I couldn't find the song. Then I asked someone here, and they said that the song was sung by their boss when he was drunk in a KTV. It was as bad as it could be, so they just used it for this."
That’s it.
The Taoist priest shouted hurriedly to the woman watching the stairs below: "Hey, sister, I see a police car coming over there!"
The old lady's eyes fixed, without any suspicion, and in this kind of situation she would rather kill a thousand people by mistake than let one go, so she immediately took out her cell phone and made a call.
In less than half a minute,
The music that was playing above Zhou Ze, Zhang Yanfeng and the old Taoist suddenly changed the tune.
"The trumpet and suona play small tunes with big voices.
Widow, whore, tight hole and wide buttocks.
I went in, and I came out again.
Brother went in again..."
The tearing of song,
It can be described as ghosts crying and wolves howling.
It really is the masterpiece of a drunk person yelling into a microphone.
At this time,
Several pairs of men and women immediately ran out in front of Zhou Ze. They all looked panicked and were running quickly while adjusting their clothes. One of the men's belt was not fastened properly, and his pants fell down after running for a distance, causing him to trip.
Listening to this awful song,
Looking at the people running away in panic,
The old Taoist's gaze began to become more and more profound.
As if looking around with eyes full of
They are all the same as they were twenty days ago...