Shake off the ashes,
Zhou Ze yawned again.
Twisted his neck.
result,
The action stopped abruptly at this moment.
Because he suddenly forgot,
Why did you come here
Late at night,
Why didn't I sleep with Bai Yingying in the bookstore
Instead, you drove a long way to the prison gate to get some fresh air
The logic in my mind was twisted into pieces in an instant, as if an important link had been forcibly pulled out, and the remaining part seemed a little incoherent.
Zhou Ze tried to sort out his thoughts.
He remembered that he was supposed to rescue Zhang Yanfeng in the hospital, but Zhang Yanfeng's soul floated to the pig head meat shop. There was a traffic light near the pig head meat shop, and then he met An Buqi. An Buqi had prepared a corpse in advance and let Zhang Yanfeng borrow the corpse to revive, and he also used the ghost messenger certificate he gave him.
wrong,
Something seems wrong.
Zhou Ze lowered his head.
Force yourself to think hard.
Because the biggest paradox is why did I drive to the prison
Why did you come to the prison
He couldn't remember.
I can't remember it at all.
If I said that I had nothing to do at night and was too bored, so I drove out for a ride, and my thoughts wandered, and I unknowingly drove to this desolate place, it seemed to be an explanation, even if it was a bit stiff.
But then he looked at the car he was riding in. It was not Lawyer An's car, nor was it Lao Xu's Nissan. There was a driver's license under the groove on the side, with the photo and name of another stranger.
If ordinary people encounter this situation,
You may feel like you've lost your mind.
Or they cover their mouths and exclaim that they have encountered a "supernatural event".
But the question is, can Zhou Ze also learn to exclaim, "This is terrible, I have encountered a supernatural event"
Open the car door.
Zhou Ze walked out and kept looking around.
Not far ahead was the towering prison wall.
There were not many cars on the road in front of the prison at night.
The cicadas chirped all around.
Zhou Ze's eyes opened wide for a while and then narrowed again.
"who I am,
Where do I come from
Where am I going
Gritting my teeth,
Zhou Ze felt that he should do something.
His sudden amnesia made him feel very insecure.
Take out your phone.
I called lawyer An.
Because Zhou Ze remembered that he had met Lawyer An before coming to the prison.
The call was quickly connected.
"Hello, boss."
"Old An, do you know where I am now?"
"How should I know?" An Buqi was a little puzzled, and then he seemed to have thought of something and said immediately: "The policeman has woken up. He is still in a coma, but his body has shown signs of stable breathing and heartbeat. There should be no problem."
no,
There’s no need to rush into Lao Zhang’s matter.
"I'm at the prison gate now. Do you remember why I came to the prison gate?"
Lawyer An was stunned for a moment.
In his opinion, if you say you are at the entrance of the club or the vegetable market, and you ask me why you came here,
I can answer that.
But you asked me why you went to the prison gate in the middle of the night.
Do you want to turn yourself in and go to jail
still,
Does he mean something else
What are you hinting at
"boss."
"Um?"
"If you have any opinions about me, you can just ask them directly."
The implication is,
There is no need to beat around the bush, make innuendos, or use veiled accusations.
“Hmm…”
"I have a customer in prison. Are you going there for this? I remember I told you about it, and I will share the profits with you. Don't worry, this..."
"That's not it."
Zhou Ze interrupted Lawyer An's mumbling.
"The problem is, I really don't know why I came here in the middle of the night."
"Then... why don't you come back and take a rest? By the way, boss, I have another request."
"you say."
"I saw that little girl kept pestering to sleep with the female zombie. I also asked the old Taoist, and he said that you also slept with her. You see, I also suffer from insomnia..."
"No need to discuss this."
“Hiss…”
Lawyer An felt very painful.
In Zhou Ze's opinion,
It’s tolerable that the little girl wants to sleep on the bed.
Getting up early in the morning, I first see the plump and cute Bai Yingying, and then see the little Loli lying beside me and on top of me. It is also a kind of enjoyment.
But if Lawyer An's hairy legs appear before us,
Your mood for the whole day will definitely be affected.
Even if Lawyer An wanted to take a cool mat and sleep under the bed to rub against the "air conditioning", he couldn't do it.
"Then I'll just continue to meditate." Lawyer An was a little helpless.
"I want to go to the prison and take a look." Zhou Ze suddenly said.
"To prison?"
"I have to figure out why I came here in the middle of the night, right?"
… … …
“Ding-ling-ling… Ding-ling-ling…”
The phone rang.
The prison warden, who is close to retirement age, picked up his phone with some dissatisfaction. It is not easy to sleep well when you are old, and he will retire in a year or two.
But he didn't dare not answer the call that came in the middle of the night, for fear that something might happen in the prison.
"Hey, what happened?"
"Warden, I'm sorry. It's about the selection of advanced reformers this quarter. The list must be submitted tomorrow, but our prison has not yet confirmed the candidates."
"What do you mean we haven't decided on a candidate yet? Didn't we have a meeting last week to discuss it? Give it to the one who can write a book, publish it and win an award..."
The warden suddenly frowned.
What is he talking about
"to whom?"
"Give… "
The warden scratched his head and sat up beside the bed. Why did he feel as if he had forgotten something? Or was he a little groggy because he was woken by the phone call
"Find a few more people to study it overnight, and report it directly tomorrow. Be sure to be fair and just, and don't do anything partial or corrupt. Otherwise, if I find out, I will never tolerate it!"
"Okay, warden, don't worry."
The phone was hung up.
The warden, whose hair was already half white, did not lie down to rest.
Instead, he stood up and walked to the bookshelf.
Start searching.
After searching for a while,
He didn't know what he was looking for.
Naturally, nothing can be found.
at last,
He could only sit down in a chair and light a cigarette.
His wife was also woken up by him. She stood up and came over to take a look. She asked, "What's wrong? You look uneasy."
"fine."
The warden scratched his hair, smiled at his wife, and said self-deprecatingly:
"Maybe it's because I'm old, and my memory is more likely to have problems as I age."
"What are you talking about? You are not old. When you retire, I want to go out and travel with you. We didn't have much chance before."
"Haha, yes."
… … …
For Zhou Ze, entering the detention center was not difficult. The black mist emitted from his ten fingernails was enough to prevent people nearby from noticing his presence. At least, he had no problem dealing with ordinary people.
Boss Zhou didn't dare to make a big fuss and just use his fingernails to break the big iron door and go in. Instead, he imitated Spider-Man and climbed the wall.
The nails easily embedded in the wall and then slowly climbed up, smoothing out the wire mesh and barbs on top. After crossing two walls in a row, Boss Zhou was already a little tired and gasping for breath.
The prison late at night was like a boarding school, very quiet.
Zhou Ze dug his nails into the ground.
The black fog began to point in one direction.
really,
There is something.
However, the black fog pointed in two directions, which made Zhou Ze a little hesitant. At this moment, he could only choose one of the directions and walk in it first.
Over there, it should be a prison cell. Zhou Ze climbed up the wall and went up to the second floor.
On the second floor, there was a bed opposite the iron bed. There was a man on the bed. He seemed to have sensed something and was looking out the window with a look of horror. His eyes met Zhou Ze's.
Um
Is he a criminal
Still wearing prison clothes
The prisoner had a look of astonishment on his face.
Oh my god,
This ghost messenger is too dedicated.
He actually broke into the prison and climbed over the wall to catch me in the middle of the night.
The prisoner's hands and feet were cold. He knew from Lawyer An that the ghost messenger in Tongcheng was not easy to deal with. At that moment, he was filled with despair.
But the next moment,
The style of painting seems to have changed suddenly!
The ghost actually smiled at him.
Then signaled him to have a good sleep.
“… … ”Prisoner.
You can kill me or chop me up if you want, or send me to hell if you want.
Evil spirits also have dignity!
What the hell do you mean by coming here in the middle of the night pretending to be a prison guard and climbing over the wall to check on the room
And told me to sleep well,
You are fucking sick!
But then,
That ghost messenger really left.
he,
Gone
Oh shit,
real,
That's it.
Gone
He climbed the wall into the prison in the middle of the night and then climbed the wall here.
Just to see if you are sleeping well
Yes, Zhou Ze left because he guessed who this person was.
This should be the client that Lawyer An mentioned he put in prison for "observation".
Now he is also Zhou Ze's customer.
So Boss Zhou chose to turn a blind eye, went downstairs and walked in the second direction.
After passing the prisoners' activity area, Zhou Ze Lao arrived at the door of the prison's small library.
It was unlocked and the light was on inside.
Open the door and walk in.
All around,
There was a burning smell.
It looks like someone just had a barbecue here.
Then I used 84 disinfectant to disinfect it.
In conclusion,
The smell made Zhou Ze very uncomfortable, and he even had the urge to retch.
Inexplicably,
An idiom emerged in Zhou Ze's mind.
That is... disappearing from the face of the earth.
Force yourself to calm down.
Zhou Ze slowly walked towards the location where the light was on. The black fog began to fade away here, and he even began to lose his direction.
This means that before, there was something emitting the aura of a ghost here, but now, it has disappeared, so much so that the black fog can't even track it.
This was the first time Zhou Ze faced such a situation.
But soon,
Zhou Ze saw that there seemed to be something on the table.
An old-fashioned fountain pen with a slightly damaged surface and looking a bit old.
Lying quietly on the table,
Under the illumination of lights,
Reflecting a strange luster.