Chapter 72

When I got back to the bookstore by taxi, it was already 12 o'clock in the night. The door of the bookstore was still open, and there were many people in it.

Zhou Ze remembers that Xu Qinglang called him and said that the business in the shop was very good tonight. It seems that it's true. There are still guests at this point.

Push open the glass door, let Zhou Ze some disappointment is that the shop sits more than ten people, are living people.

Last time, Zhao Bureau was a special case. This time, it's impossible for more than ten people to be special cases, right?

Even in the period of the three emperors and five emperors, the folk custom, oh no, is not so simple.

They sat together in a circle, standing in the middle of a person, telling a story, others were listening carefully, as if they were telling suspense and horror stories, and the narrator, with cadence and some body language, was trying to create an atmosphere as much as possible.

Bai Yingying is sitting behind the counter, playing with her mobile phone.

When Zhou Ze came back, white Yingying stood up and poured Zhou Ze a glass of water.

Zhou Ze sat down and subconsciously put out his hand to cover his chest. Although there are clothes covering his chest, at least now, that area is empty.

"Boss, what's the matter with you?" Asked the warbler, somewhat strangely.

"Well?" Zhou Ze looks at the white warbler.

"I always feel like you're different. It's not like that when you leave in the afternoon."

It has to be said that female corpses are still very sensitive.

"Nothing." Zhou Ze doesn't want to talk now.

"When you come back, I'll go to play games next door?" The warbler begged.

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 and came to the counter. He handed Zhou Ze a cigarette and asked:

"is this a tea party?"

Zhou Ze shook his head, indicating that he was not clear.

"Hey, it sounds like a ghost story." Xu Qinglang is interested in it. He even finds a plastic bench to sit on.

The people in the middle of the circle tell the story of a ghost baby's revenge. The climax is repeated. The story is really good. The people around are also very involved.

Slowly, Zhou Ze also understood that this should be a "community", similar to an organization where reading clubs or cycling will gather because of a certain interest.

At the end of the last story, one of the leading men took out a large piece of white paper with some paintings on it, and then took out several pens.

Zhou Ze was a little far away, unable to see clearly. Xu Qinglang turned his head and compared Zhou Ze's mouth pattern:

"pen fairy."

Bixian is a kind of ghost game, with a very mysterious color. It is said that playing this kind of game is easy to encounter misfortune and lead to death.

These people are very excited one by one. Everyone reaches out and holds the long pen together. A man in a yellow Nizi coat seems to be the leader. When everyone is ready, he sincerely says:

"where are you? Where are you?"

The pen didn't move, but the bookstore was quiet.

Black box man continued:

"pen immortal, can we meet a ghost tonight?"

Ten seconds after the voice fell,

the long pen held by all began to move slowly.

Everyone held their breath.

In fact, many people hold a pen together. As long as the tip of the pen is round enough, it's easy to slide. If one of them slightly breaks it, it's even easier.

"Shua!"

The tip of the pen suddenly shakes, and

directly crosses the position where Zhou Ze sits.

Xu Qinglang opens his mouth slightly. Is it lucky?

Zhou Ze still sits steadily behind the counter, half squinting at the situation here.

Because of the movement of the tip of the pen, most people's eyes are squatting towards Zhou Ze.

"Yes!"

The black box man pointed to the area where the tip of the pen was.

There are "yes" and "no" areas, and the tip of the pen is in the "yes" area.

"All right, put away the things. Let's start later. Remember, half an hour later, everyone's cell phones are fully charged. Everyone has to turn on video recording for at least 20 minutes."

"Good."

"I see."

"Well."

The rest packed up and went out of the bookstore. The man with black frame went to Zhou Ze's counter and apologized:

"I'm sorry, boss, we are from the association of horror story lovers. We don't have anything to do to explore the supernatural events. Didn't we scare you?"

Zhou Ze shook his head.

"That boss is very brave. When the little girl was here, I asked her if she could play with the pen fairy. She was sure. But you came back. I'm afraid you'll blame us. This is the tea money. Take it."

The man handed over six hundred yuan.Zhou Ze collected the money and asked, "where are you going later?"

"It's the building above your shop. There's no business here for a long time. A few days ago, there was an arson, which killed several people. We're going to try our luck there tonight."

"Do you want to go to hell then?"

"I don't know, but people are always curious about the unknown. In fact, we all gather together with the mentality of pursuing stimulation.

It's hard to find people with similar interests around in your social circle. Our community also provides you with an opportunity to communicate.

Moreover, I have arranged in advance tonight. I have arranged things in advance in the cinema where people were set on fire in the daytime. Mr. Chen in our club will tell Miss Liu tonight. "

"Confession?"

"Yes, in fact, the rest of us are clear about tonight's business, 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, looking at the man with a black frame.

"Yes, I was an overseas Chinese in Japan. I returned home five years ago. There are many societies with this interest and hobby in Japan. After returning home, I found that everyone is too introverted. So basically, I organize such activities as daily book club or ghost house exploration."

The man patted his forehead and handed out his business card,

"my Chinese name is Cui Yilang, please give me more advice."

Zhou Ze took the card in his hand.

"Let's organize the activity first. Thank you again for your hospitality."

Cui Yilang walked out of the bookstore. Xu Qinglang, who had been standing beside the bookstore without speaking, covered his stomach and burst out laughing:

"hahaha, I'm suffocating. This time, they really went to hell."

Xu Qinglang smiled and found that Zhou Ze was not smiling. He put out his hand and thumped Zhou Ze on the chest for a while and asked:

"isn't it funny?"

Zhou Ze immediately bent down and covered his chest with one hand.

"Here are you all right? They don't use much strength. "

They just beat you on the chest with small fists.

"No." Zhou Ze reached for Xu Qinglang to stay away, and said, "I'm just laughing

"So exaggerated?" Xu Qinglang said, "are you hungry? I'll give you A bowl of fried rice with eggs? "

"I'm not hungry. I've eaten."

"Have you eaten outside?" Xu Qinglang said curiously, "don't you get used to the things outside?"

"It's delicious."

"What kind of dish is it? If you can eat, I'll buy some for you tomorrow? "

Zhou Ze shook his head,

one person, only one heart.

Zhou Ze couldn't get a basketful of them, so he gave them to Xu Qinglang for "frying, frying, boiling and steaming".

"What would you like to eat recently?" Asked Xu Qinglang.

"Cabbage." Zhou Ze looked at Xu Qinglang and said seriously, "I've suddenly wanted to eat that."

"All right, I'll stock up tomorrow."

Just then, the light in the bookstore suddenly went out.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!!!!!! Finals circle, destiny circle!!!!

I'm going to eat chicken. My dog smashes the top three and the top three fifteen times! "

The white warbler rushed out of the noodle shop and stood outside crying.

Zhou Ze thought that when she was immersed in a pigsty in the past, she probably didn't shout so loudly.

When the power was cut off, Zhou Ze and Xu Qinglang also went outside.

Xu Qinglang made a phone call, then put down the phone, but said:

"on dog day, it's said that someone will come to repair it tomorrow. Lao Zhou, this place is really out of order. People are too lazy to come to see it directly after the power failure. Now it's a place for fans to explore in ghost houses."

Xu Qinglang pointed to the window of the tall building above their heads. "How do they want to express their love in the movie theater where they died?"

"It's very romantic. In the creepy environment and the sudden love, the contrast is enough to make people intoxicated for those who like it."

"How do you feel strange talking today?" Xu Qinglang looks at Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze shook his head.

"It's really like you've been hollowed out. What step did you take to find your daughter-in-law today?" Asked Xu Qinglang carefully.

"Think more."

But the word "hollowing out" made Zhou Ze's eyelids slightly quiver. Xu Qinglang caught this detail.

Zhou Ze raised his head and looked up.

"Hello,

it's useless for you to look up to the sky.

is this a deficiency of heart?

Did I really get it? "When Xu Qinglang saw that Zhou Ze didn't reply, he also raised his head and looked up at the sky.

Then,

the two men saw a man dressed in white standing at the glass window on the fifth floor.

Because of the blackout, there is no light around, but today the moon is very good, and the color of each other's clothes is easily recognized in the night.

"Is it hard to find someone to pretend to be a ghost to set off the atmosphere?" Xu Qinglang spits out a cigarette ring, "it's really fun..."

Xu Qinglang stopped talking,

because he saw the white figure falling down,

the speed was very fast,

and he fell directly to a place less than ten meters away from himself and Zhou Ze.

"Pa!"

A heavy muffled sound came out, a man fell face up on the ground, motionless, blood, slowly spread out from under her.

Zhou Ze felt a chill on his face, and some blood stains fell on his cheek.

Xu Qinglang immediately ran to check the situation of the loser,

but Zhou Ze reached out and took out the napkin from his pocket, intending to wipe off the blood stains on his face first.

Dead people To save people To check the situation

Zhou Ze's eyes showed a struggling color,

but his hand still trembled and took out the tissue,

slowly and carefully wiped the blood stains,

"Hey, come here and see if there is any chance to rescue!" Xu Qinglang raised his head and shouted to Zhou Ze. Then when he saw Zhou Ze standing there without wiping his face, he shouted directly:

"do you have a conscience? Wipe your face there at this time!"

Zhou Ze was stunned for a moment. Yes,

heart,

no more