"Hey, a beast in human clothing?"
Xu Qinglang was just about to close the shop when he happened to see a "customer" in Zhou Ze's shop. He came over and joked:
"Brother, your outfit is quite trendy."
Zhou Ze pointed at the tall hat on the middle-aged man's head and asked, "What does this mean?"
"The final word is in the coffin."
Xu Qinglang stretched lazily.
"It's just like the ancient emperors, empresses, and high-ranking ministers would have a posthumous title after their death, and it's also like the grades of excellent, good, passing, and medium on the final report cards of elementary school students."
"So, this hat is the evaluation given to him by his social network after his death?"
"That's about right. It depends on luck. Most people who die are not famous, so they can't get this thing. Even if they are famous, it's rare for them to have it. In short, it depends on luck, just like if you can crawl out of hell, the other 99% of ghosts have to go and reincarnate peacefully.
By the way, I remember that the book seemed to record that after Qin Hui died, there was also a tall hat on his head with the words "Framed Loyal and Good" written on it. "
"Then the hat on Yue Wumu's head should be 'Serving the Country with Loyalty'?"
"Nonsense, parading in the streets wearing a tall hat, there is no need to wear a hat for a good posthumous title."
Zhou Ze loosened his hand, looked at the palm of his right hand, and prepared to open the gate of hell and throw this guy in. When this guy saw the young girl just now, he was like a wild bull feeling affection. This guy is worthy of being called a beast in human clothing. He does look gentle and refined, with a bit of scholarly temperament.
"Will you take me down?" The middle-aged man seemed to have calmed down at this time.
"What else?" Zhou Ze asked back.
"Can you let me finish reading the last volume of this book?" The middle-aged man took out a ghost money from his pocket.
"Hey, you're sending away beggars?" The female corpse on the side said sarcastically, "It seems that you really failed in your life. Even your relatives didn't pay you any tribute."
The ghost money given by the dead themselves is different from the ghost money burned by the living. Of course, the amount of ghost money a dead person gives is indeed related to the amount of offerings from their relatives, but there are some limits. Otherwise, if you burn it hard, you can become the richest man in the underworld
The middle-aged man pursed his lips and looked at Zhou Ze with an earnest look: "Please."
Xu Qinglang lit a cigarette nearby and said nothing. This was Zhou Ze's business and it was not convenient for him to intervene.
Zhou Ze glanced at the "Outline of Chinese Studies" in the middle-aged man's hand and said, "I have read this book before. In my opinion, there are several obvious mistakes in this book."
"Any book with academic research value will have its own mistakes. Mistakes are also the accumulation of predecessors." The middle-aged man said seriously.
"But these books are all praising words. What's the point?" Zhou Ze asked in return.
"Zeng Guofan once wrote in a letter to Zeng Jize, 'Don't criticize the ancients rashly.' Although you run a bookstore, you are not a scholar after all.
Mr. Qian Mu wrote this book during the Anti-Japanese War. When writing this book, Mr. Qian Mu had already made the worst plan for the country's demise. He wrote this book thinking that if the country really perished in the future, there would still be people who could read this book secretly in the second half of the night and savor the civilization and heritage of our ancestors.
Of course, critical and satirical books are more enjoyable to read, but if the country is really destroyed in the future, and someone reads this book and is faced with nothing but ridicule and criticism, who will still have feelings for their homeland and China? "
The middle-aged man spoke eloquently, holding a book in one hand and waving the other hand constantly.
It's like a teacher at the podium telling his students about his own principles.
Very excited and very involved.
"You are a teacher, right?" Xu Qinglang asked with a smile, "Oh, I mean before his death."
"I'm a middle school Chinese teacher." The middle-aged man replied.
"You are indeed a beast in human clothing." Xu Qinglang snorted coldly, "I'm going to sleep. Good night, Boss Zhou."
Xu Qinglang waved his hand, left the bookstore and went back. His swaying figure was very graceful.
Zhou Ze turned his head and looked at Bai Yingying, "Doesn't his back just now look like the pimps in brothels of your time?"
"My era?" Bai Yingying thought seriously, then shook her head and said, "Even the courtesans were not as pretty as him."
Zhou Ze curled his lips, not too surprised by Bai Yingying's answer.
The middle-aged man sat down to read again. He didn't seem to bother to guess whether Zhou Ze would agree or not. The most important thing was to read more. Maybe he could savor it for a while longer on the road to the underworld.
Thinking about how excited this guy was when he saw young girls before, Zhou Ze felt anxious for him.
"Boss, I think he is quite knowledgeable." The female corpse said in a low voice.
"The poor scholar your wife hooked up with before must be quite knowledgeable, right?" Zhou Ze asked.
Bai Yingying nodded.
"It's hard to say." Zhou Ze also found it difficult to quantify, so he could only say, "Mr. Ji Xianlin wrote in his diary, 'I have no other hope in this life, I just hope to have more women and contact with women from all over the world.'"
"All intellectuals are indeed lustful." Bai Yingying muttered.
"Men are all lustful." Zhou Ze corrected.
Bai Yingying looked at Zhou Ze and said coquettishly, "Boss, you are very determined."
"Go and clean the toilet bowl."
“… …”Bai Yingying.
For some reason, Zhou Ze did not rush to open the gate of hell and let the middle-aged man in. Instead, he sat down opposite the middle-aged man, took out his mobile phone, and casually browsed the web.
"What's your name?" Zhou Ze asked.
The other party did not answer, seeming to be immersed in the atmosphere of reading.
"If you don't answer, you won't be able to read the book."
"Ren Xindu."
Zhou Ze nodded. When he was about to try to search this guy's name to see his past gossip, the bookstore door was pushed open again.
Sister-in-law, gone and back.
"What are you doing back again?" Zhou Ze stood up and subconsciously reached out to hold the middle-aged man's shoulder. He was afraid that this guy would get horny again.
However, what surprised Zhou Ze was that the middle-aged man was still sitting there quietly reading, with no signs of restlessness at all.
Hey, have you learned your lesson this time
The sister-in-law took out her phone, took a picture of the bookstore and Zhou Ze, then sent it to him. Then she opened the voice message and said:
"Sister, I told you that I was reading in Xule Bookstore this afternoon, but you didn't believe me.
Okay, okay, I'll go back now, right away, okay
Really, I disturb people who want to read quietly for a while."
After sending the voice message, my sister-in-law stuck out her tongue, took a long breath, and said:
"It was a close call. Fortunately, I didn't have time to take a taxi, otherwise I would have been exposed."
"At such a young age, don't go to those filthy places. You may suffer losses easily."
Zhou Ze still reminded her, even though she was not his sister-in-law, this was purely the advice of a middle-aged uncle to a younger generation.
"Okay, okay, Xu Le, why have you become like my sister?" The sister-in-law obviously didn't listen.
"Where is that girl?" Zhou Ze asked.
"She went home. I just saw her take a taxi and leave. Her home is quite far away. I was planning to take a taxi too, but my sister happened to check on me on WeChat and asked me what I was doing."
"Where's the money?"
"Of course I gave her the money back." The sister-in-law said indifferently, "Don't worry, it's just 5,000 yuan. I'll pay you back when I get my pocket money."
"You still?" Zhou Ze asked.
"Yeah, isn't it me who still pays her back
Her father is paralyzed at home and her mother runs a breakfast stall. Life is not easy and I don't want to see her working so hard anymore.
Also, she was molested by her homeroom teacher in middle school, so she is so silent now.
I treat her as a good sister, so shouldn't I take better care of her
Okay, Xu Le, that's all for today, I'm going back first."
My sister-in-law waved her hand, opened the door of the bookstore and walked out.
Zhou Ze sat down on the chair again, looking at his mobile phone for a while, and then looking at the middle-aged man in front of him who was reading a book seriously.
Then he said to himself:
"He molested a student in his class, and after being discovered, he jumped off a building and committed suicide."
The middle-aged man continued reading, as if he didn't hear it at all, but his compliments were so clear and so dazzling.
In ancient times, prisoners needed to tattoo on their faces to show their identity and be labeled as inferior people. This is similar to the tall hat in front of you.
Bai Yingying worked very fast. There was no other way. She was originally considered a rich lady, but now she had to bow her head under someone else's eaves. In addition, Zhou Ze had some mysophobia, which undoubtedly made her workload heavier.
"Boss, I'm so tired."
Bai Yingying took off her coat. She was not afraid of the cold. She walked out wearing only a short-sleeved shirt and holding a rag in her hand.
She looks very young, but she's well developed.
"Boss, why doesn't he react when he looks at me?" Bai Yingying asked puzzledly.
"You are dead."
"But I'm also very beautiful." Bai Yingying made a seductive gesture.
"Forget it. You're so cold down there. Any man who goes in there would probably be frozen solid and immortal. Even Brother Wei...wouldn't have to eat."
"No boss is as mean as you." Bai Yingying rolled her eyes at Zhou Ze. "By the way, boss, is your sister-in-law back again? I heard her voice in the bathroom."
"Well, back and away again."
Zhou Ze suddenly thought of something.
That's not right.
If the middle-aged man in front of him has no feelings for Bai Yingying, it is because Bai Yingying is a zombie.
Then why didn't he have any feelings towards his sister-in-law just now
By process of elimination, we can easily get an answer:
That is, this guy just has feelings for the girl next to his sister-in-law.
The news reports I searched online did not include any photos because they wanted to protect the privacy of the girls who were violated.
Some things,
Can't bear to think about it,
Can't bear to consider,
Slowly,
Zhou Ze figured out the taste.
My sister-in-law looks very fierce, but in fact she is very carefree, just like a big silly girl.
"Hey, is that girl your student?" Zhou Ze asked.
The middle-aged man continued reading and did not answer.
Zhou Ze reached out and grabbed the book from the other person's hand, "I'm asking you a question."
The middle-aged man raised his head, looked at Zhou Ze, and nodded.
"Have you ever violated her?" Zhou Ze asked again.
The middle-aged man still didn't answer.
"If you don't answer me properly, I will send you to hell now." Zhou Ze threatened.
"Now that I've finished reading the book, I can go on my way." The middle-aged man stood up, looking very free and easy.
"You are learning from Wen Tianxiang, right?" Zhou Ze asked sarcastically.
"No matter what she is like, she is my student after all. It is my responsibility that I did not educate her well." The middle-aged man replied.
"What you mean is that the news report I just read was fake. You didn't violate her, but she deliberately threw dirty water on you and asked the school to compensate you?" Zhou Ze pursed his lips.
Then the matter is easy to think about. The sister-in-law's wallet should have been stolen by that girl, and she made up a reason to get the sister-in-law to give her 5,000 yuan.
Would a girl from a poor family who worked part-time during the winter vacation take 5,000 yuan for tuition and go to a disco to have fun
My sister-in-law has fallen into someone's trap.
"Tell me, have you ever violated her?" Zhou Ze reached out and grabbed the middle-aged man's shoulder, and asked seriously.
The middle-aged man was silent for a while and said, "This is my business. It has nothing to do with you."
"Fuck you, that's my five thousand dollars!"
Zhou Ze really wanted to slap him away, but he held back and raised his hand to slap the other person's hat. However, when the hat touched the other person, Zhou Ze felt a burn on his palm and it was a little painful.
This hat,
Very hard.
It actually caused a slight tingling sensation at the nail position.
Even though the whole person was thrown away, the hat was still firmly rooted on the middle-aged man's head.
Zhou Ze thought of what Xu Qinglang had said before: Gossip can melt metal.
This hat,
Whether true or false,
I can't take them off.