When I took a taxi back to the bookstore, it was already midnight. The door was still open and there were quite a few people inside.
Zhou Ze remembered that Xu Qinglang had called him before and told him that business in the store was very good tonight. It seemed to be true. Even at this time, there were still customers there.
Pushing open the glass door, Zhou Ze was somewhat disappointed to find that the dozen or so people sitting in the store were all alive.
The last incident with Director Zhao was a special case. This time, it’s impossible that more than ten people are special cases, right
Even during the period of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, the customs of the people, oh no, the customs of the ghosts were not so simple.
They sat together in a circle, with a person standing in the middle, telling a story, and everyone else was listening attentively. It seemed like a suspenseful horror story, and the narrator was using intonation and some body language, trying to create the atmosphere as much as possible.
Bai Yingying sat behind the counter, playing with her cell phone.
When Zhou Ze came back, Bai Yingying stood up and poured a glass of water for Zhou Ze.
Zhou Ze sat down and subconsciously covered his chest with his hand. Although it was covered by clothes, at least now, that area was empty.
"Boss, what's wrong with you?" Bai Yingying asked curiously.
"Hmm?" Zhou Ze looked at Bai Yingying.
"I always feel like there's something different about you. You weren't like this when you left this afternoon."
I have to say that female corpses are still very sensitive.
"It's okay." Zhou Ze didn't want to talk now.
"Now that you're back, I can go next door to play games?" Bai Yingying pleaded.
Zhou Ze nodded.
“The boss is the best.”
Bai Yingying went to the noodle shop next door. Soon, Xu Qinglang walked into the bookstore from the noodle shop, came to the counter, handed Zhou Ze a cigarette, and asked:
"Is this a tea party?"
Zhou Ze shook his head, indicating that he didn't know.
"Hey, it sounds like a ghost story." Xu Qinglang became interested and actually found a plastic stool to sit on.
The person in the middle of the circle was telling a story about the revenge of a ghost baby. It was full of climaxes and the story was really good. The people around him were also very engaged in listening.
Gradually, Zhou Ze also understood that this should be a "society", an organization similar to a reading club or a cycling club where people gather together because of a certain interest or hobby.
After the last story was told, the leading man took out a large piece of white paper with something drawn on it, and then took out several pens.
Zhou Ze was a little far away and couldn't see clearly, so Xu Qinglang turned his head and compared his lips with Zhou Ze:
"Pen Fairy."
Pen Fairy is a game of summoning ghosts with a very mysterious color. It is said that playing this game is easy to encounter misfortune and be possessed by the ghost of the dead.
These people were very excited. They all stretched out their hands and held the long pen together. A man in a yellow coat seemed to be the leader. After everyone was ready, he spoke devoutly:
"Pen Fairy, Pen Fairy, where are you, Pen Fairy, Pen Fairy, where are you."
The pen remained motionless, but the bookstore suddenly became quiet.
The man in the black frame continued:
"Pen Fairy, Pen Fairy, can we encounter a ghost tonight?"
Ten seconds after the voice fell,
The long pens held by everyone began to move slowly.
Everyone held their breath.
In fact, if many people hold a pen together, as long as the pen tip is round enough, it will slide easily. If one of them is a little bit naughty, it will be even easier.
“Swish!”
The tip of the pen suddenly trembled.
It directly moved horizontally to the position where Zhou Ze was sitting.
Xu Qinglang opened his mouth slightly, shit luck
Zhou Ze still sat steadily behind the counter, watching the situation here with half-closed eyes.
Because of the movement of the pen tip, most people's eyes were directed towards Zhou Ze who was squatting there.
"yes!"
The black-framed man said, pointing to the area where the pen tip was.
There are two areas, "yes" and "no", and the tip of the pen is now in the "yes" area.
"Okay, put your things away and we'll set out together later. Remember, the operation will take half an hour. Everyone should charge their phones. Later, everyone must start video recording for at least 20 minutes."
"good."
"Understood."
"Um."
The others packed up their things and left the bookstore. The man in the black frame walked up to Zhou Ze's counter and said apologetically:
"Excuse me, boss. We are from the Horror Story Lovers Association. We have nothing better to do than to do some paranormal exploration. I hope I didn't scare you."
Zhou Ze shook his head.
"Then boss, you are really brave. When the little girl was here, I asked her if I could play pen fairy here and she agreed. But now you are back. I was really worried that you would blame us. This is tea money, boss, please accept it."
The man handed over six hundred yuan.
Zhou Ze took the money and asked, "Where are you going later?"
"It's the building above your store. There haven't been any businesses here for a long time. There was an arson case a while ago that killed several people. We plan to try our luck there tonight."
"So you want to see a ghost?"
“I don’t know, but people are always curious about the unknown. In fact, everyone gathers together with the mentality of seeking excitement.
In our usual social circles, it is difficult to find people with similar interests around us. Our club also provides everyone with an opportunity to communicate.
Moreover, I have already made arrangements for tonight. I have already had people set up things in advance at the movie theater that was set on fire earlier. Tonight, Mr. Chen from our club will confess his love to Miss Liu."
"Confession?"
"Yes, in fact, the rest of us know what happened tonight, only Miss Liu doesn't know. Our club has been established for five years, and everyone has a good relationship, so everyone is willing to help."
"Are you Japanese?" Zhou Ze asked the man in the black frame.
"Yes, I am a Chinese living in Japan. I returned to China five years ago. There are many clubs with similar interests in Japan. After returning to China, I found that everyone was too introverted, so basically, I organize daily reading clubs or haunted house exploration activities."
The man patted his forehead and handed over his business card.
"My Chinese name is Cui Yilang. Please give me your guidance."
Zhou Ze took the business card from him.
"Then we will go organize the event first. Thank you again, boss, for your hospitality."
Cui Yilang walked out of the bookstore. Xu Qinglang, who had been standing by and had been silent, immediately burst into laughter while holding his stomach:
"Hahaha, I'm dying of suffocation. They really saw a ghost this time."
Xu Qinglang was laughing, but when he realized that Zhou Ze was no longer laughing, he reached out and punched Zhou Ze's chest, then asked:
"Isn't it funny?"
Zhou Ze immediately bent down and covered his chest where he had just been hit by the hammer with one hand.
"This...Are you okay? I didn't use much strength."
I just punched you in the chest with my little fist.
"No." Zhou Ze stretched out his hand to signal Xu Qinglang not to get close, and said at the same time: "I just laughed so hard that my heart hurt."
"So exaggerated?" Xu Qinglang pouted, "Are you hungry? I'll make you... a bowl of egg fried rice?"
"I'm not hungry. I've eaten."
"Have you eaten outside?" Xu Qinglang asked curiously, "Aren't you not used to eating outside food?"
“That thing is delicious.”
"What dish is it? If you can eat it, I'll buy some and cook it for you tomorrow."
Zhou Ze shook his head.
A person has only one heart.
Zhou Ze couldn't come up with a basket of food, so he gave it to Xu Qinglang to "fry, deep-fry, boil and steam".
"So what do you want to eat recently?" Xu Qinglang asked.
"Water spinach, I guess." Zhou Ze looked at Xu Qinglang and said seriously, "I've been craving for that lately."
"Okay, I'll go get some stock tomorrow."
Just then, the lights in the bookstore suddenly went out.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!! It’s the finals round, it’s the fate round!!!!
I'm going to eat chicken, my dog will beat the top three and get fifteen times the prize!"
Bai Yingying rushed out of the noodle shop and stood outside wailing loudly.
Zhou Ze felt that when she was put into the pig cage in the past, she probably didn’t scream as loudly as she did now.
There's a power outage.
Zhou Ze and Xu Qinglang also walked outside.
Xu Qinglang made a call, then hung up the phone and said helplessly:
"Damn it, they said someone would come to inspect it tomorrow. Old Zhou, this place is in such bad shape. When the power went out, no one was bothered to come over to check it out. Now it's become a place for hobbyists to explore haunted houses."
Xu Qinglang pointed to the high-rise window above their heads and said, "How could they have thought of confessing their love in a movie theater where someone died?"
"It's very romantic. The thrilling atmosphere and the suddenness of love, this contrast is enough to make people intoxicated for those who like this kind of thing."
"Why does your speech give people a weird feeling today?" Xu Qinglang looked at Zhou Ze.
Zhou Ze shook his head.
"You really look like you've been hollowed out. Have you taken that step to find your wife today?" Xu Qinglang asked cautiously.
"I think too much."
But the word "hollow out" made Zhou Ze's eyelids twitch slightly, and Xu Qinglang caught this detail.
Zhou Ze raised his head and looked upwards.
"Hello,
It's no use looking up at the sky,
Are you feeling guilty
Did I really hit the mark? "
Seeing that Zhou Ze didn't reply, Xu Qinglang also raised his head.
Look up at the sky.
Then,
The two saw a person in white clothes standing at the glass window on the fifth floor.
Because of the power outage, there was no light around, but the moon was very bright today, and the color of the other person's clothes was easy to identify in the night.
"Could it be possible that they hired someone to act like a ghost to create an atmosphere?" Xu Qinglang exhaled a puff of smoke, "They are really playing it to the extreme..."
Xu Qinglang stopped talking.
Because he saw the white figure falling down from above,
Very fast.
And he fell directly less than ten meters away from himself and Zhou Ze.
“Bang!”
A heavy muffled sound was heard.
A person fell face up on the ground, motionless, blood slowly spreading out from under her body.
Zhou Ze felt a chill on his face.
Some blood splattered onto his cheek.
Xu Qinglang immediately ran over to check on the fallen person.
However, Zhou Ze reached into his pocket and took out a napkin, intending to wipe the blood off his face first.
Someone is dead... We need to save them... We need to check the situation...
There was a struggle in Zhou Ze's eyes.
But his hands still trembled as he pulled out the tissue.
Slowly and carefully wiped away the few drops of blood,
"Hey, come over here and see if there's still a chance of rescue!" Xu Qinglang raised his head and shouted to Zhou Ze. Then when he saw Zhou Ze standing there without taking a step to wipe his face, he shouted directly:
"Do you still have a conscience? Why are you wiping your face there at this hour?"
Zhou Ze was stunned for a moment.
yes,
Heart,
It’s gone…