Zhang Yanfeng pushed open the door of the bookstore and walked in. The door was not closed, after all, it was business hours.
The little Loli was sitting behind the bar, holding a spoon in her hand and pressing her tongue over and over again, teasing her tongue while seeming to be thinking about something.
She had told Zhou Ze before that ghost messengers could not practice, but that did not mean their abilities could not be developed and explored at a deeper level.
She has personal experience of this.
More than half a year ago in Rongcheng, the man who was originally chased by a group of ghost officials and fled in panic, came back with the white cat in less than a month. She still remembers that scene.
So, the little Loli who had been struggling with her tongue didn't notice that Lao Zhang had returned. She noticed it subconsciously, but she just thought that he was an employee of the bookstore who came back, not a stranger, so she didn't care.
The old Taoist sat on the sofa, holding needle and thread and mending clothes for the little monkey.
The little monkey is naughty and likes to jump up and down, so his clothes are often torn or torn. If they can be mended, the old Taoist will tie them together and mend them together.
The old Taoist used to know an older girl who worked in a hair salon in Tongcheng Gangzha District. The old Taoist would often patronize the shop. She was very skillful and had helped the old Taoist mend his Taoist robes twice.
Her son is a little demented, and her husband is lazy and unwilling to work in his hometown and is too lazy to farm the land. She has no choice but to do this business in order to support the family's livelihood and expenses.
Later, when her husband took her son to the river to bathe, they encountered a high tide and both of them drowned.
When the Taoist priest went to look for the older sister again, his colleague said that the older sister cried all night after hearing the news, and the next day she settled her bills, packed up her things and went back to her parents' home.
Thinking of that person, I was mending the small piece of clothing in my hands.
perhaps,
This is youth,
perhaps,
That's life.
He is 71 years old now. Although he has no children, his emotional life is far from boring. Others who are glamorous look down on him, and he has never had any contact with the so-called young models in clubs or the like.
Instead, he likes older girls who make a living as a salaried worker;
We all have a common language and are all wanderers in the world, so we can comfort each other.
Zhang Yanfeng walked up to the old Taoist priest and wanted to ask him what he should eat, because he couldn't eat ordinary people's food.
He also wanted to ask the Taoist where he should sleep, because he seemed to realize that he couldn't fall asleep at all.
He declined the invitation, indicating that he needed some time alone, and came out of the back door of the police station, saying that he just wanted to get some fresh air.
The leaders of the police stations also expressed their understanding. Making a fake identity and infiltrating a criminal group is equivalent to experiencing a completely different life on the other side.
Now that the undercover mission has been successfully completed, when I came out, I felt dazed again.
Just like in the early Qing Dynasty, people would lose their heads if they kept their hair, and there was still a group of people fighting to the death for their hair buns; in the Republic of China, when the military and police went to the streets to force people to cut their braids, there was also a group of people crying and wailing about it.
If people stay in a specific environment for a long time, they will develop inertia.
Of course, the leaders of the police station thought so, but in fact, Zhang Yanfeng just wanted to go back to the bookstore to ask about the details and also wanted to find Zhou Ze to share his current joy.
I am reborn and I am still a policeman. This is good news, the best news.
"Master Taoist, where is Zhou Ze?" Zhang Yanfeng asked.
He wanted to ask the boss
But after thinking about it, he couldn't say the word "boss". After all, he was still a little uncomfortable. Although other people in the bookstore called Zhou Ze "boss", Zhang Yanfeng was shy.
"Oh, he went to the police station with Lao An." The old Taoist replied without raising his head.
"What are you going to the police station for?" Zhang Yanfeng asked.
"I went to rescue you."
"Save me?"
"Yes, you were arrested, and they were planning to break into the prison..."
Speaking of which,
The old Taoist raised his head suddenly.
Looking at Zhang Yanfeng in front of him, he screamed:
“Ah ...
Why are you back!!!"
"I… … "
"Call the boss quickly, quickly, quickly!" The old Taoist immediately shouted to the little Loli at the bar.
Little did he know that the old Taoist's scream
The little Loli who was concentrating on teasing her tongue with a spoon suddenly trembled, and the spoon went straight in and gave her a deep throat.
The little girl slapped the bar counter with one hand and pulled the spoon out with the other hand.
She was so embarrassed that her whole face turned red.
"Boo!"
After all,
The spoon was finally pulled out by himself.
The little girl looked at the old Taoist priest with a gloomy face and said in a deep voice:
"Want to reincarnate quickly?"
“… …” old Taoist.
Although facing the little girl's anger, the old Taoist could only smile awkwardly. He immediately took out his mobile phone and called his boss. The call was connected, but the other party hung up after he finished talking.
The old Taoist priest breathed a sigh of relief.
It seems that the boss and his men haven't started the prison break yet.
Yes,
Boss Zhou and Lawyer An were delayed for a while because of something. The reason seemed to be that a special activity started in the evening and ended late at night. The nearby municipal bureau also dispatched a lot of police officers, resulting in the Tongcheng Police Station being crowded with cars at this time late at night, and the number of police officers doubled.
Zhou Ze and Lawyer An could only wait patiently.
Lawyer An is not the only one who can perform tricks like the black fog, Zhou Ze can do it too. However, it is safer when there are fewer people around. If they happen to encounter a few old detectives with a strong evil aura, they may be seen through.
After all, Boss Zhou and Lawyer An wanted to conduct a civilized prison break, and they would do it as quietly as possible, but they did not intend to confront the country's violent apparatus head-on.
After waiting for a while, I finally got a call from Laodao.
Hearing that Zhang Yanfeng had returned to the library safely,
Zhou Ze and An Buqi looked at each other.
They could both see the other person heaving a sigh of relief.
When we returned to the study, it was already three or four in the morning. Zhang Yanfeng sat on the sofa with his eyes closed, but he obviously couldn't sleep.
Zhou Ze walked in, asked Yingying to pour him a cup of coffee, and then sat down in front of Lao Zhang.
Old Zhang opened his eyes, looked at Zhou Ze, and then laughed.
"I'm an undercover agent, but I'm actually a policeman."
"You're still a policeman?"
"Yes, but not in Tongcheng, but in the neighboring Yancheng. I have been undercover for three years."
"Congratulations." Zhou Ze then looked at Lawyer An beside him, "So, the body you collected was that of an undercover police officer. They didn't have an internal conflict, but the undercover was discovered and killed."
Lawyer An shrugged. "How would I know? But it's interesting to think about it. A policeman died and was reborn as another policeman. It can be considered a kind of fate."
Saying,
Lawyer An patted Lao Zhang on the shoulder.
"You are a police officer in both your lives, so just continue to be a police officer."
"I will try to apply for a transfer to Tongcheng, but it will take some time." Lao Zhang said, "And I will have a very long vacation, so I can stay in the library during this time."
"Well, get used to life first. Let Lao An teach you meditation tonight. We who are possessed by ghosts can't sleep, and it's hard for us to accept ordinary food. If you don't want to have glucose infusions every day, you can ask Lao Xu to make you some sour plum juice tomorrow. Drink a big sip of sour plum juice before eating, and then you will be able to suppress your nausea and eat."
Old Zhang nodded. So that's how it is.
"Okay, today's business is over, we can close the door and rest."
Boss Zhou yawned and prepared to take a shower and go to bed.
Who would have thought that there was a guest outside at this time, and he was an acquaintance, Zhang Feng.
When Old Zhang saw his son coming towards him, he thought of the old man from last night and immediately stood up in fright.
“My son… my son…”
Zhou Ze glanced at him and comforted him, "He's not dead, he's alive."
Old Zhang breathed a sigh of relief and felt relieved.
He was really worried that something had happened to his son and rushed here to reincarnate.
"Boss Zhou, are you there?" Zhang Feng pushed open the door and walked in and asked.
Did you really come to my door
Zhou Ze remembered Zhang Feng said that his father told him on the phone that there was a notebook in the safe at home.
"Master, greet the guests."
Zhou Ze was too lazy to pay attention to this guy and went upstairs before the other party recognized him as the doctor.
The old Taoist priest came over immediately, served tea, and explained the minimum consumption on his side. Zhang Feng was not stingy about this, but paid first.
"The boss is not here. If you have anything to say, you can talk to him."
The old Taoist pointed at Zhang Yanfeng who was sitting next to him.
Zhang Yanfeng also stood up at this time and sat in front of his son.
The two of them just sat there awkwardly.
Xiao Zhang didn't speak.
Lao Zhang didn't say anything either.
Xiao Zhang was worried about the description of this bookstore recorded in the notebook left by his father.
When I first saw the notebook, I felt that my father had just watched some supernatural movie or novel and was so interested that he wrote the story.
But then I thought, with my father's artistic talent, he probably wouldn't be too lazy to do such a thing.
So with great trepidation, he went to the door.
Old Zhang is not sure how he should face his son. Should he tell him the truth or hide it
Before he had the chance to ask Zhou Ze about this, Zhou Ze left.
The two just stared at each other.
Watching,
Old Zhang's eyes became moist. He reached out to wipe away his tears, but the more he wiped, the more tears came.
Xiao Zhang saw Lao Zhang crying, and without knowing why, he started crying too.
The two of them sat opposite each other.
Say nothing.
Wipe away tears vigorously.
Old Zhang looked at Little Zhang in confusion.
Why are you crying
Xiao Zhang also looked at Lao Zhang in confusion.
Why are you crying again
The little girl crossed her legs and whispered to the old Taoist beside her: "Have you revealed your identity?"
The old Taoist shook his head.
"Then why are you crying?"
"Performance art, I've seen it before."