Late Night Bookstore

Chapter 721: Sue you! (The third update!)

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"Boss, do you really want to wear this?"

"Put it on me."

"Oh, okay."

Yingying picked up the black sweatshirt next to her and put it on her boss. The sweatshirt was a large size, a full 5xl;

Generally speaking, this size is specially prepared for fat people.

Xu Le's body is not very tall, only about 1.83 meters.

After putting on this dress, Zhou Ze was almost "hidden" in the clothes. Fortunately, because it was a long dress, many "trendy guys" liked to wear it this way, so it didn't look out of place.

"Boss, do you want to install this too?"

"Put it on."

"But it hurts, and I can't pretend."

"Just lean on it."

"Really?"

"hurry up."

"Oh, okay."

“Hiss…”

It hurts, it really hurts. Yingying has no experience, and this prosthesis seems to only focus on decoration and beautification, while its other functionality is very low.

But he still forced it in. As for the pain, Zhou Ze had a strong resistance, as he had broken his arms and bones many times in recent times.

Saying that you are used to it is a bit too mean.

But at least I'm somewhat numb.

“Huh…”

Everything is ready.

Zhou Ze prepared to go downstairs.

Perhaps it was because Tie Hanhan had woken up, his physical injuries recovered much faster this time than before. When he first woke up, it hurt to move at all, but less than two days later, he can barely get out of bed and move around.

As soon as he was able to get out of bed, Zhou Ze couldn't help but go downstairs and lie down on his favorite sofa. Who knows how long this leisurely life will last

Oh, seize the time and live in the present.

Rejecting Yingying's help, Zhou Ze slowly went downstairs by himself. He happened to see the old Taoist sitting behind the bar, looking a little absent-minded.

Zhou Ze first slowly moved to the sofa, sat down slowly, chose a posture that would not cause pain from his injury, fumbled for a long time, and finally lay down.

For a time,

I just feel relaxed physically and mentally.

It's as if all the pores on my body have been dilated.

It was like completing a sacred ritual, and my whole body was bathed in glory.

Yingying went to iron the newspapers and prepare tea.

Zhou Ze specifically said he didn't want coffee.

The old Taoist was still sitting there, and didn’t seem to notice Zhou Ze coming down. He was staring blankly at the store entrance.

"Old Taoist?"

Zhou Ze shouted,

He always felt that the Taoist priest was a little abnormal.

Could it be that he has some mental problems because of the old man’s incident

The Taoist priest didn't respond.

"Old Taoist?"

Zhou Ze shouted again.

The old Taoist turned around somewhat dully and looked at Zhou Ze, his eyes slowly focusing.

road:

"Boss, you can come down now."

Her voice was a little hoarse, her nose was red, and she tried to look happy and surprised, but it was too forced.

"What's wrong with you? Is there something wrong with the monkey?"

Zhou Ze subconsciously thought of the monkey.

Fuck,

Isn't Brother Monkey dead

"It's okay, Monkey, nothing serious, the fever is going down, I... I..."

The old Taoist wanted to say something but stopped.

Just then, a police car stopped at the door of the bookstore, and Lao Zhang got out with two policemen. The two policemen stood outside and did not come in, so Lao Zhang walked in alone.

Old Zhang nodded to Zhou Ze first. Seeing that Zhou Ze was already able to lie on the sofa, he seemed very happy, but soon turned to the direction of the old Taoist and walked over quickly.

Asked:

"Old Taoist, do you know a man named Sun Tiecheng?"

"Sun Tiecheng?" The old Taoist showed a look of confusion in his eyes.

He seemed to have guessed Lao Zhang's purpose, but he really couldn't be sure whether the student who called him last night was called Sun Tiecheng.

because,

Because he sponsored so many children.

How do I remember this

"This student committed suicide by jumping off a building last night. We checked his call records and found that the last call he made on his phone before his death was with you."

The old Taoist shuddered.

It's him.

It was indeed him.

"What do you like to eat?"

"So I can prepare it for you."

"No, it's Grandpa's phone that's running out of battery."

"So, order your food quickly and then dance quickly, quick!"

The voice of my own words at that time kept echoing in my mind.

He, he, he,

He really didn't expect it.

That kid can really dance!

Before, the old Taoist still had a little fantasy in his heart, but now that Lao Zhang has arrived, it is like a rock-hard promise.

"He called me." The old Taoist replied.

There is no way to deny this matter. Moreover, since it has happened, with my experienced character, I will not deny it in such matters.

"What is your relationship?"

Lao Zhang asked, and then, as if worried that his tone was too harsh,

road:

"Don't worry, this matter has nothing to do with you. I just came to ask about the situation."

After all, we are all family, and Lao Zhang knows Lao Dao's character well. In fact, he knows everyone in the entire bookstore well. If someone says that people in the bookstore would inexplicably harm ordinary people, Lao Zhang would be the first one who doesn't believe it.

People in the library are most likely to be struck by lightning.

Under this premise, who would dare to jump around

When ordinary people break the law, they may feel lucky to escape legal punishment, but if God strikes, who can escape it

“He is a student I sponsored.”

Old Zhang opened his mouth, nodded, and continued to ask:

"So, he wanted to say goodbye to you before he died?"

If we look at this matter from a normal perspective,

It is natural to think of this reason.

The student may have encountered some setbacks or had some mental illness and was ready to commit suicide. Before he died, he called the person who had sponsored him and whom he admired, appreciated and respected the most to say goodbye.

The old Taoist shook his head.

Almost crying,

"He asked me for money to buy a mobile phone, but I refused."

“… …” Lao Zhang.

The old Taoist took a deep breath.

Continued:

"And... and... and I urged him to jump quickly so I could cook for him so he could get on the road."

Old Zhang frowned, his expression somewhat serious.

"Old Zhang."

At this time,

Zhou Ze, who was sitting on the sofa, shouted. He heard the conversation between Lao Zhang and Lao Dao just now.

"boss?"

Old Zhang looked at Zhou Ze.

"That student, did he really jump off the building?"

"Yes, he jumped off the building. It was about ten minutes after I hung up the phone with the Taoist priest. When he jumped to his death, there were students who were walking back to their dormitories after rehearsing for the evening party. They witnessed the whole process of jumping off the building."

"The Taoist didn't give him money to buy a cell phone, so that guy jumped off the building?"

Zhou Ze himself found it a little unbelievable.

Under the heavens,

How could there be such a weird thing

"This matter has not been thoroughly investigated yet. We are investigating the possibility of homicide and the deceased's network of relationships and other circumstances."

"Old Taoist, why are you so upset? The person committed suicide, you didn't kill him. Don't take everything on yourself. You are over 70 years old, how much can you bear

You are not the Lord of Mount Tai, who can carry a mountain on his back. How much more can you carry with your body?"

Zhou Ze knew that the Taoist priest sponsored students. He remembered that they had a quarrel about this matter. He remembered that the Taoist priest was injured and there were problems with the live broadcast, so the money could not be turned around for the time being. As a result, several parents of students called directly to curse and demand money.

But after that time, the Taoist still went to remit the money in a wheelchair.

He was so stubborn and Zhou Ze couldn't do anything even though he was angry.

After all, this is his own money. What right do others have to tell him how to spend it

"I know, I know."

The old Taoist nodded.

But being able to figure out some things is one thing, but being able to figure it out and act as if nothing happened is really difficult.

"Okay, I've finished my questioning. Is there surveillance in the bookstore?"

Lao Zhang remembered that the Taoist priest installed surveillance cameras in the study during the last renovation.

"Yes, yes." The old Taoist replied.

This is to find the Taoist's alibi.

"Well, your situation is somewhat special. We will keep it confidential. I will try not to let this matter affect your life."

If you really jumped off the building because your sponsor refused to buy you a mobile phone,

This news,

It will definitely cause an uproar in society.

No matter which side the public opinion leans towards,

This will have a significant impact on the lives of the parties involved.

Even if it wasn't from the perspective of the bookstore ghost, as a policeman, Lao Zhang didn't want people like the old Taoist to suffer any more psychological harm.

Little Loli came down from upstairs at this time.

She was holding a bunch of clothes in her hand, which should be the little boy's dirty clothes.

Seeing that Lao Zhang was also here and seemed to be talking, she did not show any special interest and went straight to the bathroom to find the washing machine.

Yingying now handed the freshly ironed newspapers to Zhou Ze. There were several newspapers, one was a local newspaper, and the rest were national newspapers.

result,

The front page of the local newspaper at the top,

It turned out to be "A student committed suicide by jumping off a building at Tongcheng University yesterday!"

rare,

The print media can react so quickly.

Zhou Ze closed the newspaper with some disgust, picked up the tea that Yingying had just brought, then frowned. Thinking that after he drank the water, he would have to ask Yingying to wipe his mouth and chin with a handkerchief like a baby, he didn't want to drink it anymore.

At this time,

The old man's cell phone rang.

Another unknown number.

The old Taoist answered the phone.

Not open to the public,

But the woman's voice on the other end of the phone was already "exploding" even if it wasn't on loudspeaker:

"You damn bastard, you son of a bitch!

Why don’t you give us money for our family’s wedding? Why don’t you give it to us

You sponsored him to go to college.

Suddenly, I stopped paying.

What kind of logic is this!!!!!!!

Now Chengzi is dead, it's all your fault, it's all your fault!

You bastard, you inhuman thing, our Chengzi was only how old, how old was he, and now he is gone, gone!

You wait,

I want to sue you.

I'm going to sue you in court.

I just don’t believe that there is no law and justice in this world! ! ! ! ! "

When I woke up in the afternoon, I found that we were number one on the monthly ticket list.

Now the second one is coming on strong, the gap is very small,

Dragon is responsible for the outbreak,

The voting is up to you.

If the second place really comes out,

Seriously,

So embarrassing!

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