"Okay, the record is ready, you can go now."
A young policeman closed his notebook and smiled at Zhou Ze.
Zhou Ze nodded, stood up and prepared to leave.
At this time, the middle-aged policeman who was sitting next to the young policeman and taking notes suddenly asked:
"Mr. Xu, where is your bookstore located? How is the business?"
"Not very good." Zhou Ze answered honestly.
Many people have asked him this question. They were asking about business with living people, so Zhou Ze naturally answered with business with living people.
"Then why do you continue to choose to open this store there?" asked the middle-aged policeman.
"I'm a live-in son-in-law. My father-in-law's family is very rich and not short of money. I just want to kill time."
The middle-aged policeman was stunned for a moment, then nodded and raised his hand to signal: "You can leave. If there is anything else that needs consultation, we will notify you."
"With pleasure."
Zhou Ze left the interrogation room.
The young policeman turned the pen in his hand and said, "Captain Sun, this guy is quite interesting."
Yes, it does take a lot of courage to say it directly and admit that you are just living a life of luxury.
"Go and watch the interrogation in other places." The middle-aged policeman stood up and looked at Zhou Ze's departing back again. He always felt that the young man who sat in front of him before made him feel like a thorn in his back.
During interrogation, the police should be the cobra, and the person being interrogated is the prey. The venomous snake must break through the opponent's defense as quickly, accurately and ruthlessly as possible in order to get the truth of the matter.
But just now, he had an illusion that, in the eyes of the other party, he, the cobra, was like an ornamental piece in a bamboo basket of an Indian street performer that danced to the sound of a flute.
People don't seem to care about this at all.
… …
"You're out?" Xu Qinglang had just finished taking a statement and came out, "What bad luck, I have to go to the police station in the middle of the night to take a statement.
Also, that young policeman was so annoying. He asked me my gender three times. Is he mentally ill? Can't he tell my gender?"
Zhou Ze glanced at Xu Qinglang.
I thought to myself: What do you look like? Don’t you have any idea what you look like
Zhou Ze and Xu Qinglang were both shop owners, and they witnessed the fall from the building with their own eyes, so they needed to make a statement, but there was basically nothing else. The other members of the Horror Story Lovers Association were regarded as key suspects by the police, which was also understandable.
"By the way, who do you think the murderer is?" Xu Qinglang asked while smoking.
The sun was about to come out and it was already morning.
"This is not an issue we need to worry about. The police will investigate and solve the case." Zhou Ze said calmly.
"Hey, stop being so negative, okay
Didn’t you read Sherlock Holmes or Detective Conan when you were a kid? "
Everyone has a detective dream and detective plot in their heart, more or less.
The feeling of peeling off layers of fog to find the truth and finally opening your hands in a very exaggerated way like magician Liu Qian and shouting mysteriously, "The next moment is to witness a miracle."
It can definitely hit many people's G-spots.
“I’m not interested in people.”
"You're still trying to play tricks." Xu Qinglang said sarcastically.
"Yes, it's a trick." Zhou Ze took out his phone and started to hail a taxi, and said, "Do you remember what color clothes the female victim was wearing when she jumped off the building?"
"White."
"What happens after it falls?"
"It's red." Xu Qinglang shrugged. "It looks like it was stained with blood. Oh, how pitiful."
"After she landed, she was wearing a red skirt." Zhou Ze reminded, "Don't use the blood-stained routine to paralyze yourself."
Xu Qinglang nodded silently, then reached out and touched the tip of his nose, and said, "You mean, there is a secret behind this matter, not just an accident or murder?"
"I don't know, but I really hope that's the reason. The ghosts I've encountered before that could give people a cold were already extremely powerful. If I could really encounter one that could cause an accidental death, it would be a great harvest."
One ghost of this kind is worth dozens, right
The performance of sending it to hell can be worth ten or even more, right
"You're thinking too complicated, aren't you? Oh, by the way, I forgot when I got here. I didn't remind the police that the clothes were white at first." Xu Qinglang clapped his hands and said, "Maybe the key to solving the case lies in the change in the color of the clothes. The murderer must have designed some very clever..."
"Are you possessed by Agatha Christie or Conan Doyle?" Zhou Ze asked.
"No." Xu Qinglang looked at Zhou Ze with resentment, "Old Zhou, I find that you are getting more and more boring. In the past, you would at least cooperate with others."
"Not in the mood."
"So are we going back now?"
"yes."
"Go back and catch ghosts?"
"Play with the pen fairy."
"How can you be so childish?"
"Have you heard of... sting enforcement?"
… … …
The bookstore was not blocked, but there were many cordons outside the bookstore, and many police officers were wandering around searching for clues.
As a result, the bookstore, which already had little business, seemed even quieter.
Zhou Ze asked Bai Yingying to buy a set of pen fairy equipment, searched for the seller in Tongcheng directly on Taobao, and then asked Bai Yingying to take a taxi there to pick up the goods.
The paper is spread out,
There were a lot of stuff placed aside, not sure if they were useful or not.
Xu Qinglang squatted beside him, watching Zhou Ze busying himself, and said helplessly: "Actually, I have a few ways to summon spirits, and I think they are better than this game."
Zhou Ze shook his head and said, "It's different."
"What's the difference?"
"Last night, I didn't sense anything coming." Zhou Ze looked at Xu Qinglang, "Did you sense it?"
"Did anything come over last night?"
Xu Qinglang recalled the scene in his mind when the group of people were playing with the Pen Fairy and the long pen slid towards Zhou Ze.
"That's just a coincidence, right? Didn't that overseas Chinese say that their activities last night were meant to pave the way for the confession? So, someone must have deliberately pointed at the location behind you, which is the building, and it wasn't actually pointing at you."
"Very good analysis." Zhou Ze reached out and lifted the paper on the ground, then touched the tile with his fingernails and said, "Is this intentional?"
Xu Qinglang's eyes widened immediately.
There was a dent less than half a meter on the tile floor. If you were standing, you would probably not be able to see it.
Zhou Ze took out a pen, placed the tip of the pen on the groove, and slid it in this direction. He and Xu Qinglang also slowly turned in this direction.
Then,
The position where the fingertip points,
It was Bai Yingying who was sitting behind the counter playing Glory of the Dead. Zhou Ze was sitting there last night.
Zhou Ze threw away the pen and looked at Xu Qinglang.
It is extremely difficult to make a small groove on a tile.
Xu Qinglang was a little incredulous and said, "No way, was there really something summoned last night? How come neither you nor I saw it?"
"The last time Director Zhao came over, did we realize he was already dead
Last time the Faceless Woman came here in disguise, did we figure out her true identity?"
"This..." Xu Qinglang.
Zhou Ze silently spread out the paper again, then picked up the pen, "Tell me, with my status, can I not summon the Pen Fairy?"
Strictly speaking, Zhou Ze is a ghost catcher. He is different from the people in the Horror Story Lovers Association last night.
"I don't know, but what I want to know is, when you were sitting there watching the show last night, did you notice something was wrong?" Xu Qinglang pointed at Zhou Ze and asked.
Zhou Ze nodded.
“Although I didn’t feel any special fluctuations, nor did I see anything I shouldn’t have seen, when they pushed the pen in my direction, I felt some throbbing in my heart, as if I was being stared at by something.”
"Why didn't you tell them beforehand!"
Xu Qinglang grabbed Zhou Ze's collar directly.
"You feel something is wrong, it makes you feel palpitations!
Why didn't you stop and warn them when they said they were going to the back building to play that damned adventure game or confession game!"
Zhou Ze reached out his hand, but did not push away Xu Qinglang's hand. Instead, he wiped the saliva that had sprayed onto his face when Xu Qinglang roared. Then, he looked at Xu Qinglang:
"What does it have to do with me?"
Yes,
What does it have to do with me
After letting Zhou Ze go, Xu Qinglang took two steps back. He suddenly felt that the person in front of him was a little strange.
“They are shopping in my store, and according to business regulations, I naturally have an obligation to ensure their safety when they are reading books or having tea parties in my store.
But since they have already left my shop, what does what happens next have to do with me? "
"You weren't like this before." Xu Qinglang murmured.
"What we need to do now is not to lament the past, nor to lament that things have changed and people have changed, but to find the hidden thing and send it to hell."
“You’re into this?”
"This is performance. Didn't you always mock me for having no goals in life?"
"You..." Xu Qinglang licked his lips, "Okay, take your time to check, I won't serve you anymore."
Xu Qinglang waved his hands and walked out of the bookstore angrily.
Bai Yingying came out at this time, holding some tea, and said with some surprise:
"Boss, did you have a fight with Miss Xu?"
Zhou Ze did not reply, but squatted down silently, continuing to look at the groove and the Pen Fairy drawing in front of him.
"Boss, I'm going to play games first." Bai Yingying put the tea next to Zhou Ze, stuck out her tongue, and ran to the next room.
She didn't notice that Zhou Ze, who was squatting on the ground looking at the Pen Fairy drawing, had beads of sweat on his forehead, and at the same time, one hand was tightly pinching his left chest.
Damn it,
We must find that guy as soon as possible.
Otherwise, someone else will die.
Damn it,
Why does it hurt so much!
When Bai Yingying walked into the noodle shop, Xu Qinglang was sitting there smoking. When he saw her come in, Xu Qinglang said directly:
"Has your boss had any problems these days?"
"I think he has become normal." Bai Yingying sat down and turned on the computer.
"Back to normal?" Xu Qinglang chuckled twice, "Didn't you see that someone fell to his death in front of us yesterday, and he actually stood there wiping his face with tissue paper!"
"That person must have died from the fall, could he have been saved if he hadn't wiped his face?"
Bai Yingying entered the game with disdain, "He was an experienced doctor in his previous life. He can tell at a glance whether he can be saved or not. Instead of running over and yelling that it's useless, he might as well wipe his face clean first."
"Hey, you're standing on his side? Are you still human?"
"Neither of us is really human."
"Baji!"
Just then,
The computer screen suddenly flashed, and then went black.
The power went out again.
“Pah pah pah pah!”
Bai Yingying slammed the keyboard, "I'm a 98K girl!"
Xu Qinglang, who was sitting there smoking, immediately ran out of the store.
look up,
Look up to the sky,
at this time,
By the window on the fifth floor,
There was a man in white standing there.
Many police officers around were desperately calling on their phones and using intercoms to call their colleagues in the building to stop it quickly. At the same time, a middle-aged police chief was roaring:
"How did you allow people to go up to the crime scene? What do you do for a living?"
“Bang!”
The dull and familiar sound of landing,
Xu Qinglang stood where he was.
I stared blankly at the man falling from the sky.
everything,
It seemed exactly the same as last night.
He closed his eyes subconsciously.
At this moment,
Human life is like making dumplings.
One after another,
Not worth the money.