Chapter 268

Money is old-fashioned. He can spend it as he wants. Zhou Ze didn't say anything anymore, and he was not qualified to say anything.

After all, although Lao Dao is his subordinate employee, he has never received a penny's salary here. Sometimes he "travels" with Zhou Ze, and Lao Dao has to paste some money back.

Moreover, it is useless to talk too much with the Taoist priest about the white eyed wolf or whether it is worth discussing.

He lives to be 70 years old. What trouble has he never experienced?

What kind of people have you never met?

He is not the kind of old woman who mistakenly believes in the winning trick and wants to be greedy. Maybe, people are as confused as Spiegel in their hearts.

After Lao Dao's remittance, Zhou Ze pushed Lao Dao's wheelchair and took him back to the bookstore. On the way, when Lao Dao passed the convenience store, he bought some snacks for the monkey.

After returning to the bookstore, Zhou Ze washed and disinfected his hands, put on a white coat, and checked the physical condition of Lao Dao Xu and Bai Yingying one by one. When these were finished, it was already evening.

He took off his white coat, took a long sigh of relief, walked into the bathroom and washed his face.

Fear, of course.

That night a week ago, I was almost "alone". My last life had basically been burned. It was not easy to live a rhythm again in this life, but the old man really made his life "start from scratch".

Feeling the stimulation of cold water on his face, Zhou Ze shook his head, picked up a towel and prepared to wipe his face.

But at this time, Zhou Ze saw a dark shadow in the mirror, and the towel in Zhou Ze's hand instantly fell down.

Turning around, there was no one behind him.

Looking back, the dark shadow in the mirror disappeared.

It's not an illusion, and it can't be an illusion. Zhou Ze is now very confident in his "big heart", and he is not fragile to the point of a bow and a snake.

Push open the door of the bathroom, and before people go out, a familiar and old voice comes from the bathroom:

"Are you looking for me?"

Zhou Ze didn't look back this time, but leaned slightly and said:

"Yes."

He,

Sure enough, he is not dead.

The one in his body is right. He's not dead,

He appeared again.

Zhou Ze was a little surprised. Originally, he thought that the one in his body could not completely kill him, but at least he could ensure that he would not appear again in a short time. Who would have thought that it was only a week later that he really "haunted" came back.

But this time, it seems a little different.

That night, when I faced the old man, I could clearly perceive the extreme paranoia emanating from the other side. However, this time, the other side seemed a little too clean and pure, as if it had been purified.

It used to be a jar of old vinegar, but now it is a pool of water.

But the old man is an old man after all. His appearance is very mysterious, his experience is very mysterious, even his death.

The one in his body can only leave a sentence "he is not dead" and sleep again, which is enough to prove his particularity. Otherwise, with the characteristics of that person, he will be eradicated.

He disdains to cause much trouble, even if he is still in the process of repair, but the most awesome second breath of Lao Tzu in the world has almost exploded. No one is a bird at all, and he doesn't know how to be a man better than the monkey in it.

"You killed me, so I wanted to see you, but it's a little strange. You don't seem surprised that I didn't die."

"You really look like a brown sugar." Zhou Ze said helplessly.

"Hehe." The old man laughed, and then his voice changed from near to far.

Zhou Ze raised his head and saw the figure of the old man standing at the door of the bookstore. He seemed to be waiting for Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze walked over and opened the door of the bookstore.

"I was dead long ago. I was dead before you killed me." The old man said calmly.

He was still wearing a green coat, his feet were covered with muddy liberation shoes, slightly cramped, and his face seemed to be born naive and shy.

But such an old man,

A week ago,

Almost killed everyone in the bookstore except Zhou Ze.

If Zhou Ze is just an ordinary ghost, there may be no way to change all this.

Zhou Ze walked out of the bookstore.

"Forty two years ago, I was dead."

"76 years." Zhou Ze said.

"Yes, the year when the turbulence ended."

The old man turned around, walked two steps forward, came to a bus stop, and stood with the people waiting for the bus to get off work.

Zhou Ze looked back at the bookstore. He was hesitating whether it was a diversion.

But a moment later, Zhou Ze followed.

This time, the old man's appearance made him feel very different. Moreover, he didn't need to divert the tiger from the mountain at all, and he could suddenly appear in his bathroom. This means that if the old man really has the ability to "kill" now, he can't get any safety guarantee whether he is in the bookstore, Xu Qinglang and Bai Yingying.

There are some things that need to be asked and clarified after all.

Zhou Ze can't live the life in detective novels in the future. Everyone in the bookstore must eat, live and travel together, and can't be separated, otherwise it may give the murderer an opportunity.

The days like that are too tired,

And it's unrealistic.

A bus stopped and some people got off, but more people got on. This is South Street, the city center. There are many people, especially now it is still stuck at the node of getting off work.

The old man looked back, glanced at Zhou Ze, smiled, and got on the car.

Zhou Ze also got on the car with him, lost two coins and walked in. His eyes were always staring at the old man. He wanted to know what medicine the old man was selling in his gourd this time.

There were many people in the car, so Zhou Ze stood, just like the old man.

"That night, I lost. The one in your body was too powerful." The old man said calmly, as if he could hold it up and put it down.

"But... No matter how powerful you are, you can't kill me." The old man said, there was no complacency in his words, calmly as if he were only stating a fact.

It doesn't look like a person anymore,

It really doesn't look like a person.

The old man who likes to preach big truth, likes to take himself as a preacher, and likes to put himself on the moral commanding height in everything,

At this time, the one in front of me and the one who appeared a week ago,

It's like two people at all.

"What the hell are you?"

Zhou Ze didn't ask who he was, but what he was.

Obviously, Zhou Ze found some anomalies and seemed to understand something,

old man,

It doesn't seem to be alone.

"What the hell am I?" The old man stretched out his hand and pointed to himself, "I'm a thing that still exists although I'm dead.".

My appearance was an accident. I forgot how I appeared by accident.

I've finished many times, including the last time in your hands. After too many times, I also forget when it's really over.

It's not showing off or showing off. I'm tired myself, but every time I die, I can come back, and I'll come back sooner or later.

of course,

Maybe the next time I come back, it won't be like this. "

The bus stopped at the next stop and a group of people came up.

An old woman aged about 60 got into the car, walked in and stopped in front of Zhou Ze.

The car began to start and the carriage began to shake.

"Get out of the way and let me sit down. My legs are so sore."

The old woman standing in front of Zhou Ze pointed to the girl in front of her and said.

The girl seemed to hear it, but she had kept her eyes closed before. When the old woman passed by, she also kept her eyes closed. She didn't want to give up her seat, but she thought it was bad not to give up her seat to the old man, so she pretended she didn't see it.

There is a plastic bag beside the girl, which should be the work clothes of the salesperson of the nearby mall. She should be very tired after standing for a day and just coming home from work.

"Hey, talking to you?"

The old woman stretched out her hand and pulled the girl's hair.

The girl opened her eyes and was puzzled. She didn't seem to expect the old woman to be so direct.

"Do you know what politeness is?

Do you know what is respecting the old and loving the young?

I'm so old. When I come to you, you pretend to sleep and can't see it. Is it interesting?

There is no old man in your family,

Your family didn't teach you the truth of being a man when you were a child? "

The girl's face turned red at once, but she got up, stood up and made way.

The old woman was like a winning cock. She sat down with her head up and began to knead her calves, but her mouth still didn't:

"I'm teaching you how to behave for your parents.

You're not married yet. I'm helping your future mother-in-law teach you.

Young people nowadays,

One by one, they don't know what manners are, and they don't know what respecting the old and loving the young are. How can this society go on like this? "

Many people in the car cast their eyes, and the girl standing next to her blushed even more.

When the bus arrived at the next stop, the girl got off the bus as if she had escaped. Her eyes were red, and she had obviously been restraining her impulse to cry.

"Ah."

Seeing the girl get off the bus, the old woman seems not to have enjoyed it, and she feels quite disappointed.

The bus starts again,

Zhou Ze suddenly found that the old man was missing. Where did he go?

Zhou Ze swore that he had been staring at the old man just now, but he seemed to disappear in an instant.

Before he finished speaking,

Cheating yourself on the bus is over?

Without beginning or end,

What is he going to say.

"Hello."

The old man's voice rang out.

Zhou zexun looked at the sound card and found that it was the old woman.

At this time,

The old woman turned her face and looked out of the window.

And her thin hair also drifted away,

The wrinkled face of the old man appeared on the back of his head,

The old man is laughing,

Showing an old yellow tooth,

He laughed happily,

Laughing happily,

At the same time:

"Now I know,

Why am I dead but not dead? "