Chapter 73

"Well, the record is ready. You can go."

A young policeman closed the notebook and smiled at Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze nodded, stood up and was ready to leave.

At this time, the middle-aged policeman, who was sitting next to the young policeman and accompanied him to make a record, suddenly asked:

"Mr. Xu, where is your bookstore, how is your business?"

"Not so much." Zhou Ze answered honestly.

Many people have asked him about this question. They are asking about the business of living people, and Zhou Ze naturally answers it with the business of living people.

"Why do you still choose to open this shop there?" Asked the middle-aged policeman.

"I'm the son-in-law who comes to my house. My father-in-law has a lot of money. He doesn't lack money. He just spends his time."

The middle-aged policeman was stunned for a moment, then nodded, raised his hand and said, "you can leave now. If there is still something to consult, we will inform you."

"With pleasure."

Zhou Ze left the interrogation room.

The young policeman turned his pen and said, "Sun team, this guy is quite interesting."

Yes, it does take a lot of courage to say that you are living on a shoestring.

"Go and see the interrogations elsewhere." The middle-aged policeman stood up and looked at the back of Zhou Ze's departure. He always felt that the young man sitting in front of him had a strong feeling.

At the time of interrogation, the police should have been cobras, and the interrogated in front of them were prey. The vipers wanted to break through each other's defense in the fastest, accurate and ruthless way in order to get the truth of the matter.

But just now, he had an illusion that his cobra, in the eyes of the other party, was like an ornament in the bamboo basket of an Indian entertainer dancing with the sound of a flute.

It seems that people don't care about it at all.

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"Coming out?" Xu Qinglang just made a record and came out, "it's really bad luck. I have to go to the police station to make a record in the evening.

What's more, the young policeman was so upset that he asked me about my gender three times. Does he have any brain problems? Can't he see my gender? "

Zhou Ze glanced at Xu Qinglang and said: "what do you look like? Don't you feel compelled to count?"?

Zhou Ze and Xu Qinglang are both shopkeepers. In addition, they witnessed the falling of the building, so they need to make a written record, but there are basically no other things. The other members of the horror story Lovers Association are regarded as the key suspects by the police, which is also the meaning of the problem.

"By the way, who are you talking about?" Xu Qinglang asked, smoking.

This time the sun is coming out. It's morning.

"It's not something we need to be concerned about. The police will investigate and solve the case." Zhou Ze said calmly.

"Hey, don't be so negative, OK?

Didn't you see Sherlock Holmes or detective Conan when you were little? "

Everyone's heart, more or less, has a bit of detective dream and detective plot.

In the end, like Liu Qian, a magician, he opened his hands and said, "next is the moment of witnessing miracles",

he can definitely poke the G-spot of many people.

"I'm not interested in people."

"You still need to be funny." Xu Qinglang said sarcastically.

"Yes, it is." Zhou Ze took out his mobile phone and began to take a taxi. At the same time, he said, "do you remember what color the dead woman was wearing when she jumped from the building?"

"White."

"And after that?"

"Red." Xu Qinglang shrugged. "It seems that it's dyed red by blood. Alas, it's pathetic."

"When she landed, she was wearing a red skirt." "Don't paralyze yourself with blood stained routines," Zhou reminded

Xu Qinglang nodded silently, then reached out his hand to touch the tip of his nose, and said, "you mean, what's the secret behind this matter, not just accident or murder?"

"I don't know, but I hope it's this reason. The ghost that I met before makes me have a cold. If I can meet someone who can cause accident and death, it's a harvest."

This kind of ghost, one is worth dozens of?

The achievement that sends it to hell, also can take one for ten or even more?

"Is that too complicated for you? By the way, I forgot to mention it. I didn't remind the police that it was white at first. " Xu Qinglang clapped his hands and said, "maybe the key point to solve the case is the change of clothes color. The killer must have designed some extremely ingenious..."

"Are you possessed by Agatha Christie or Conan Doyle?" Zhou Ze asked.

"No." Xu Qinglang looked at Zhou Ze bitterly. "Old Zhou, I find you are getting more and more bored. I used to cooperate with others somehow."

"No mood.""Shall we go back now?"

"Yes."

"Go back and get the ghost?"

"Play with the pen fairy."

"Why are you so childish."

"I've heard of Fishing enforcement? "

………………

The bookstore is not blocked, but there are many security lines around the bookstore, and many police are wandering around searching for clues.

In this way, the bookstore, which has no living business, becomes more quiet.

Zhou Ze asked Bai Yingying to buy a set of pen fairy equipment, search the sellers in Taobao directly, and then let Bai Yingying take a taxi to get the goods there.

When the paper is laid out,

a lot of useless things are put aside.

Xu Qinglang squatted beside, watching Zhou Ze busy living, some helpless way: "in fact, I have a few soul summoning methods here, feel better than the effect of this game."

Zhou Ze shook his head and said, "it's not the same."

"What's the difference?"

"Last night, I didn't feel anything coming." Zhou Ze looked at Xu Qinglang. "Did you feel it?"

"Did something come last night?"

In Xu Qinglang's mind, he recalled the pictures of those people playing with the pen fairy when the long pen was sliding towards Zhou Ze.

"It's just a coincidence. The overseas Chinese said that their activities last night were supposed to pave the way for the advertisement. Therefore, it should be that some of them deliberately point to the position behind you, that is, the building, which is not actually you."

"Well analyzed." Zhou Ze reached out, opened the paper on the ground, then touched the tile with his fingernails, and said: "this is intentional, too?"

Xu Qinglang immediately widened his eyes, and there was a dent less than half a meter on the ceramic tile floor, which might not be found if he was standing.

Zhou Ze takes out a pen, puts the tip of the pen on the groove, slides in this direction, and Xu Qinglang and himself turn slowly in this direction.

Later,

where the fingertips are pointing,

is the white warbler sitting behind the counter playing with the glory of the dead, where Zhou Ze sat last night.

Zhou Ze lost his pen and looked at Xu Qinglang.

A small groove is made on the ceramic tile, which is not so difficult.

Xu Qinglang said inconceivably, "no, did something really come last night? Why didn't you and I see it? "

"When Zhao Ju came last time, did we see that he was dead?

Did we see her real identity when we disguised her last time? "

"Here..." Xu Qinglang.

Zhou Ze quietly spread out the paper again, and then picked up the pen. "You say, in my capacity, please don't move the pen fairy?"

Zhou Ze is a ghost in a strict sense. He is different from the people of last night's horror story Lovers Association.

"I don't know, but what I want to know is, did you notice something wrong when you sat there last night watching the play?" Xu Qinglang pointed to Zhou Ze and asked.

Zhou Ze nodded,

"although I didn't feel any special waves or see anything that I shouldn't have seen, when they pushed the pen in my direction, I felt some palpitations in my heart, like being watched by something."

"Then why don't you tell them in advance!"

Xu Qinglang grabs Zhou Ze's collar directly,

"you feel something wrong, which makes you feel throbbing!

Why don't you stop and remind them when they say they're going to play that damned adventure or advertising game in the back building! "

Zhou Ze reached out, didn't push Xu Qinglang away and grabbed his hand, but wiped the saliva on his face when Xu Qinglang roared. Then he looked at Xu Qinglang and said, "what's the relationship with me?"

Yes, what does

have to do with me?

Let go of Zhou Ze, Xu Qinglang back two steps, he suddenly felt that in front of this some strange.

"They consume in my shop. According to the industrial and commercial regulations, I am naturally obliged to ensure their safety when reading or having a tea party in my shop.

But since they have left my shop, what does the next thing have to do with me? "

"That's not how you used to be." Murmured Xu Qinglang.

"What we need to do now is not to lament the past, nor to lament What is wrong, but to find the hidden thing and send it to hell."

"You're passionate about this?"

"It's performance. Didn't you always taunt me that I had no goal in my life?"

"You..." Xu Qinglang licked his lips. "OK, you can check it slowly. I won't serve you."

Xu Qinglang waved and stormed out of the bookstore.

At this time, the white warbler came out with the tea and said in some accidents:"Boss, did you quarrel with Xu Mei?"

Zhou Ze did not reply, but quietly squatted down, continue to look at the groove, continue to look at the pen fairy drawing in front of him.

"Boss, I'll play the game first." The white warbler put the tea beside Zhou Ze, spat out his tongue and ran to the next room.

She didn't notice that Zhou Ze squatted on the ground and looked at the drawing of the pen fairy. Sweat was constantly emerging on her forehead, and at the same time, she was holding her left chest with one hand.

Damn,

we must find that guy as soon as possible,

or someone will die,

damn,

How can it hurt so much!

When the white warbler walked into the noodle shop, Xu Qinglang was sitting there smoking cigarettes. Seeing her come in, Xu Qinglang said directly:

"what's wrong with your boss these two days?"

"I think he's normal." Bai Yingying sat down and turned on the computer.

"It's normal?" Xu Qinglang "ha ha" twice, "you didn't see someone fell dead in front of us yesterday, but he actually stood there and wiped his face with face paper!"

"That person is to fall dead directly, can you save life if you don't wipe your face?"

Warbler warbler disdained to enter the game, "he was an experienced doctor in his last life. He could see if he could save his life at a glance. Instead of running over and shouting" no effort ", it's better to clean his face first."

"Hey, I said you were on his side? Are you still human! "

"Neither of us is really human."

"Bahaw!"

At this time,

the computer screen flashes suddenly, then the screen is black,

the power is cut off again.

"Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa!"

The white warbler and the warbler thumped the keyboard, "my mother landed at 98K!"

Xu Qinglang, who had been sitting there smoking, immediately ran out of the shop, looked up, looked up at the sky, and at this time,

at the window of the fifth floor,

stood a man in white.

Many police around are desperately calling and shouting at colleagues in the building with walkie talkies to stop them. At the same time, a middle-aged police chief is shouting:

"how can people get on the scene of the crime? What do you do for food?"

"Pa!"

's as like as two peas,

, and Xu, who are standing on the spot,

looks at the man from the sky.

is everything.

looks exactly like last night.

He closed his eyes subconsciously,

at this moment,

life is like a dumpling,

one after another,

is not worth money.