Zhou Ze stretched out his hand, and black air continued to swirl around his fingertips, dispersing the guys who were surrounding the man in black and gnawing at him, but the wisps of black air still wrapped around the little ghosts, preventing them from escaping.
Ever since the battle on the rooftop, Zhou Ze found that his control over this power seemed to have reached a higher level.
"Are you a policeman?"
Zhou Ze lowered his head and looked at the man in black lying on the ground with his soul and body almost broken.
"What do you think?"
The man in black stood up, his soul was broken and he looked a little miserable.
But his eyes were firm and bright.
“I just didn’t expect it.”
Zhou Ze remembered the Director Zhao he met last time. He entered his bookstore on the day of the funeral. As a result, neither he nor Xu Qinglang could tell whether he was alive or dead.
Think about it,
I feel relieved again.
Director Zhao was about to retire at that age, and he had worked diligently at his job for most of his life. He was a bit like Mrs. Bai who went to hell earlier, having accumulated a lot of merit.
That kind of person is an exception among exceptions.
It's like learning from Lei Feng to do good deeds. It is precisely because Lei Feng is a special case in this society that we need to learn from him. If everyone is a living Lei Feng, what is the need to learn from him
"Come in with me."
… …
It was still raining outside. The girl who was originally sitting in the bookstore copying a magazine went out to check on her companion and found that she had fallen asleep leaning against the clothes rack. She then put a piece of clothing on her and did not go in, but stayed outside with her.
The two female college students who came out to set up stalls to earn money are like delicate wild flowers in this city, stubborn and strong.
This is a normal day for them. They set up their stalls, and when it rained, they took shelter from the rain.
They had no way of knowing what kind of business the bookstore where they were taking shelter was doing, nor did they remember that one of them had just almost made a deal with a ghost.
In the bookstore, Zhou Ze put out some peanuts and orchid beans. The man in black sat opposite him, and the little ghosts stood by, shivering.
"Thank you for the treat."
The man in black said in a deep voice.
"After eating, let's get going." Zhou Ze said.
The man raised his head and looked at Zhou Ze. It was obvious that he was unwilling.
"They are already dead, and you have already sacrificed yourself. You have already fulfilled all your responsibilities. There is no need to force yourself to take them with you just for the sake of your obsession.
If something goes wrong along the way and their souls escape your control, there will be a few more wandering ghosts in this world, and who knows, other troubles may arise."
Zhou Ze explained patiently.
In fact, there is only one central idea.
I respect you.
But respect is respect, work is work,
You have your obsession, but I also have my responsibilities.
The living are yours to take care of.
I take care of the dead.
"Can I ask you a favor?"
"You go first."
"Help me investigate the cause of my death." The man in black raised his scarred face, which looked particularly ferocious at this moment. "I was an undercover agent, and someone betrayed me. Otherwise, I would be able to catch them alive and bring them to justice."
The man in black thought that one of the people in the car suddenly received a phone call, and then the atmosphere suddenly became wrong. He realized in advance that his identity had been exposed. The two sides started fighting in the car, and finally the car drove into the ravine, resulting in a tragic car crash and death.
"This seems like a plot from a crime movie."
After listening to the other party's story, Zhou Ze sighed.
Being an undercover agent is really not easy.
"Here, let me toast you."
Zhou Ze raised his glass and responded politely.
Then, put down your glass.
"Do you agree?" the other party asked.
"No, I'm just buying time so I can organize the words of rejection. I'm afraid you and I will be embarrassed."
“… … ”The man in black.
“I’m sorry, I can’t do that. This is just a bookstore. Actually, it’s just a post station that sends the souls who shouldn’t stay in the world of the living to the hell for reincarnation.
The affairs of the living in the world are not my business, and I cannot possibly manage them. The only thing I can do is to write an anonymous letter and deliver it to you. No matter how many things I have to do,
I can’t do it, and I don’t want to do it.”
The man in black was a little disappointed. He wanted to say something else, but it turned into a sigh and then he drank the glass of wine.
When a ghost drinks alcohol, he just absorbs the alcohol smell. In fact, it seems that the wine in the glass has not changed at all. Zhou Ze helped him pour out the wine in the glass and refilled it.
"Two more drinks and I'll send you off. I wish you a safe journey."
When a man is about to die, his words are good.
What's more, the ghost in front of him was about to be sent to hell by himself, so there was no need for him to make up stories to deceive himself at this time.
This is a good policeman.
Worth three cups.
Zhou Ze pointed at the wine glass.
There was only so much he could do.
In this world, disturbances are happening every moment, and all kinds of injustices and tragedies are happening. Zhou Ze can't care about so many things, nor is he willing to care.
What he wants now is to run this bookstore well and get his second life on the right track.
"There is a judgement in hell, right?"
The man in black asked Zhou Ze.
Zhou Ze was stunned for a moment when he heard this.
He suddenly thought of the teacher wearing a tall hat with the words "beast in human clothing" written on it.
Zhou Ze once tried to help him take off the hat, but there was no way he could do it. The hat was very iron and very hard, and he couldn't move it at all.
This also means that the Yama Palace in hell does not seem to be the place where right and wrong can be distinguished as described in the legend, and those judges do not all have eagle eyes and can see through everything.
Most of the people probably just muddle through their days.
People always have inexplicable expectations for things they don’t understand.
For example, heaven
Like hell,
People always believe that there will be more beautiful flower scents in places they have never been to.
This is a kind of mental anesthesia and also a kind of self-hypnosis.
At least for now,
hell,
It seems that there is not much difference from the world of the living.
But Zhou Ze still nodded.
"Yes, everything will come out in hell."
The man in black stood up, looked at Zhou Ze, and said, "I don't want you to help me deliver anonymous letters, just help me find the body. If you think of yourself as a ghost messenger, then I beg you. If you think of yourself as a living person, as a citizen you have the obligation to cooperate with our police's actions."
The man said a place name.
Qiming Road, Huangjia Town section.
"Your bodies haven't been found yet?" Zhou Ze was a little surprised.
"No, not yet. That's why I haven't been able to get the name certificate. Except for my superior who knows my identity, everyone else thinks I have fled with this gang."
"I'll give it a try."
Zhou Ze stretched out his hand and rubbed his brow.
Trouble,
It’s really troublesome.
As a new otaku, he only thinks about opening a store and doing business every day, and then sleeping on Bai Yingying's legs at night and eating the grapes she peeled.
It's really annoying to go on a long journey now.
"Please send us down, send us down together. On the road to the underworld, I will also take them to see the judge. I want to see them brought to justice with my own eyes."
Zhou Ze nodded.
Opened the gates of hell,
At the same time, he asked, "Are they...drug dealers?"
The man in black shook his head.
"Is that smuggled?"
"It's gambling." The man in black said in a deep voice.
"Oh." Zhou Ze was a little puzzled. Is it necessary to go to so much trouble to catch gamblers
"A gamble with human lives at stake."
The man in black looked at Zhou Ze and didn't continue talking because he knew that Zhou Ze was not very interested in this matter.
He grabbed the three little ghosts and walked into the gate of hell.
After a while,
The smoke dissipated,
Zhou Ze clapped his hands, took out his notebook and took a look. The performance column had increased to 20%.
There is still 80 percent completion rate, but judging by the business performance of the new store, it shouldn't take long to become a regular store.
He picked up the teacup and prepared to walk to his bar, continuing to stagger as his own Mr. Zhou, but he found that there was a person standing behind him without him knowing when.
It is Tang poetry.
She was still chewing the White Rabbit candy in her mouth.
"Why don't you agree to investigate? It would be so interesting." Tang Shi asked.
"I'm not that free." Zhou Ze walked back to the bar and sat down.
"Gambling with one's life at stake sounds quite interesting." Tang Shi continued, "If he were here, he would go and take a look."
"He is he, and I am me."
"Oh, it seems business is good today. It seems that moving a tree to a new place will bring life to a new one." Tang Shi walked to the door and looked at the two female college students who were still taking shelter from the rain outside.
"The rain hasn't stopped yet."
"Why don't you stay up there and come down to play some sentimental game?" Zhou Ze asked with some surprise.
Tang Shi shook his head.
Then she spread out her hands.
Thousands of paper cranes folded from a piece of paper dance gracefully, looking very lifelike.
"Zhou Ze, you know, sometimes if you don't take the initiative to avoid trouble, trouble won't fall on you."
"But at least it can reduce some of the trouble." Zhou Ze lit a cigarette.
"Nothing happened in the last two days, so I checked on you."
You talk like you have something to do on a regular basis.
In Zhou Ze's opinion, if we put aside her special abilities and her identity as a deceased person, Tang Shi is just a vase who can do nothing and is unwilling to do anything.
In addition to beautiful legs,
You can play for a year.
"Where are your eyes looking at?"
The ballpoint pen on Zhou Ze's counter floated up and swayed in front of Zhou Ze's eyes, as if it might blind him at any time.
"You look much better in black stockings than in flesh-colored stockings."
Zhou Ze commented.
Tang Shi threw out the phone, and it floated in front of Zhou Ze.
The above is a news screenshot.
A riot broke out in a prison in Subei Prison, killing one prisoner and injuring more than a dozen prisoners.
"What do you mean?" Zhou Ze asked while looking at the screen.
"How afraid of trouble are you?" Tang Shi shook her head helplessly, "You don't even know the person who drove a truck and hit you to death?"
Zhou Ze's pupils shrank immediately.
"I didn't do it." Zhou Ze said.
"I know it wasn't you who did it," Tang Shi said, "but he's dead."
"It's an accident, what if they also like to play hide and seek?"
Zhou Ze shrugged.
At this moment, Xu Qinglang came down, patted his forehead, and said to Zhou Ze:
"Old Zhou, I'm sorry. I forgot one thing a few days ago. Your uncle looked for you during the days when you were missing. He said that his son, your cousin, died in a car accident and asked you to attend the funeral.
I was thinking that since you are Zhou Ze, Xu Le's relatives have nothing to do with you, and you were not there at the time, so I forgot about it. Now that I remembered it, I'm telling you. The funeral should have been half a month ago and it ended long ago."
Hearing this,
Zhou Ze's expression,
Finally it got serious.
Inexplicably,
There seems to be a vortex.
It has already started unknowingly.