Chapter 93

Zhou Ze stretched out his hand, and his fingertips twined black Qi to disperse the group of guys who were eating around the man in black, but the black Qi still carried the little ghosts, making them unable to escape.

Since the Tiantai World War I, Zhou Ze has found that his mastery of this power seems to have improved to a higher level.

"Are you a policeman?"

Zhou Ze looked down at the man in black, who was lying on the ground with his soul almost broken.

"What do you think?"

The man in black stood up. His soul was broken and he looked miserable.

But his eyes are firm and bright.

"I just didn't think of it."

Zhou Ze remembers that Zhao Ju, whom he saw last time, entered his bookstore on the day of the funeral, but neither he nor Xu Qinglang could tell whether he was alive or dead.

When you think about it,

is relieved again.

Zhao Ju is about to retire at that age. She has worked hard in her job for most of her life. It's a bit like Mrs. Bai who went to hell before. Her merits and virtues have been improved.

That kind of person is a special case.

It's like learning to do a good job. It's because the society is a special case that we need to learn. If we are all living, what is the need for learning.

"Come with me."

…………

It's still raining outside. The girl who was sitting in the bookstore copying magazines went out to see her partner. She found that she had fallen asleep on the edge of the clothes rack. Now she put a piece of clothes on her, and she didn't go in, so she stayed with her outside.

Two female college students, like delicate wild flowers in this city, are stubborn and strong.

It's an ordinary day for them. When they go to a stall, they can't know what kind of business the bookstore they are sheltering from is doing, and they can't remember that one of them almost made a deal with a ghost.

And in the bookstore, Zhou Ze put some peanuts and orchid beans. The man in black sat opposite him, and the kids were standing beside him, shivering.

"Thank you for your hospitality."

The man in Black said in a deep voice.

"After that, let's go." Zhou Ze said.

The man raised his head and looked at Zhou Ze. Obviously, he didn't want to.

"They're dead, you've sacrificed, and you've done your duty. There's no need to carry them away for your obsession.

If there is any problem in the middle of the way, which causes their souls to break away from your control, there will be a few more ghosts in the world. Maybe, there will be other troubles. "

Zhou Ze explained patiently.

In fact, there is only one central idea.

I respect you,

but respect comes back to respect, work comes back to work,

you have your obsession, but I also have my responsibility.

You are in charge of the living, I am in charge of the dead.

"Can I ask you something?"

"First of all."

"Help me investigate the cause of my death." The man in black raised his scarred face, which looked extremely ferocious at this time. "What I did was undercover. Someone betrayed me, or I would have caught them alive and killed them together."

The man in black thought of being in the car. One of them suddenly received a phone call. Then the atmosphere was suddenly wrong. He woke up in advance that his identity had been exposed, and the two sides began to fight in the car. Finally, the car drove into the valley, brewing the tragedy of car destruction and human death.

"It's like the plot in a criminal investigation film."

After hearing each other's story, Zhou Ze uttered an exclamation.

It's really not easy to be an undercover.

"Here, to you."

Zhou Ze raised his glass and gave him a false answer.

Then, put down the glass.

"You agreed?" He asked.

"No, it's just a delay to organize the rejection, in case you and I are embarrassed."

“…………” A man in black.

"I'm sorry, I can't do it. I'm just a bookstore here. In fact, it's a Posthouse to send the souls who shouldn't stay in the sun to hell for reincarnation.

I'm not in charge of the affairs of the living in Yangjian, and I can't do it. The only thing I can do is to deliver an anonymous letter for you. No matter how many things,

I can't do it, and I'm not willing to do it. "

The man in black was disappointed. He wanted to say something more, but he sighed and drank the wine.

Ghost drinks just to absorb the spirit of wine. In fact, it seems that the wine in the cup hasn't changed at all. Zhou Ze helps him to pour out the wine in the original cup and refills it.

"Two more drinks and you'll be on your way. I wish you a good journey."

When a man is dying, his words are good.

What's more, the ghost in front of him is going to be sent to hell by himself. At this time, he doesn't need to make up a story to deceive himself.It's a good cop,

it's worth three drinks.

Zhou Ze pointed to the wine glass, there is only so much he can do.

In this world, there are all kinds of disturbances happening all the time. There are also all kinds of unfairness and tragedies happening. Zhou Ze can't manage so much and doesn't want to.

Manage this bookstore well, let oneself this "take human life to make gambling of wager."

The man in black looked at Zhou Ze and didn't go on, 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.

In Shaoqing,

the smoke is gone,

Zhou Ze claps his hands, takes out his book and looks at it. The column of the performance table has increased to 20%.

There is still 80% completion, but according to the business situation of the new shop, it should not take long to become a regular one.

Pick up the tea cup, ready to go to their bar, continue to wobble as their master Zhou, but found that do not know when, in their own back stood a person.

It's Tang poetry, she still chews the big white rabbit milk candy in her mouth.

"Why don't you agree to investigate? How interesting?" Tang poetry asked.

"I'm not that busy." Zhou Ze walked back to the bar and sat down.

"Gambling on life sounds interesting." Tang poetry continued, "if he were here, he would go and have a look."

"He's him, I'm me."

"Oh, it seems that the business is wrong today. It seems that the trees are moving the dead and moving the living." Tang Shi goes to the door and looks at two female college students who are still sheltering from the rain.

"The rain hasn't stopped."

"If you don't stay up, you come down to play with the cold?" Zhou Ze asked a little by accident.

Tang Shi shakes her head,

then she spreads out her hand,

a paper folded paper crane is dancing, lifelike.

"Zhou Ze, do you know that sometimes it's not you who take the initiative to avoid trouble, and trouble won't fall on you."

"But at least less trouble." Zhou Ze lit a cigarette.

"Nothing happened in the last two days, so I investigated you."

It's like what you usually do.

In Zhou Ze's view, if we put aside the special ability and the identity of the dead, Tang poetry is a vase, which can do nothing and is unwilling to do anything.

In addition to good legs,

can play for a year.

"Where are your eyes looking?"

The ballpoint pen on Zhou Ze's counter floats up and wanders in front of Zhou Ze's eyes, as if it might poke him blind at any time.

"You look much better in black than in meat."

Zhou Ze commented.

Tang Shi threw out his mobile phone and it floated in front of Zhou Ze.

there is a news screenshot on it.

there was a riot in one prison of Subei prison, one prisoner was killed and more than ten prisoners were injured.

"What do you mean?" Zhou Ze looked at the screen and asked.

"How afraid you are of trouble." Tang Shi shakes her head helplessly. "Don't even know the man who drove the van and killed you?"

Zhou Ze's pupil immediately shrank.

"I didn't do it." Zhou Ze said.

"I know you didn't do it." Tang said, "but he died."

"Accidents, in case they like playing hide and seek?"

Zhou Ze shrugged.

At this time, Xu Qinglang came down and clapped his forehead. He said to Zhou zedao:

"Lao Zhou, I'm sorry. I forgot one thing the other day. Your uncle called you in the days when you were missing and said that his son, your cousin, died in a car accident and asked you to attend the funeral.

At that time, I thought that you were Zhou Ze, Xu Le's relatives had nothing to do with you, plus that you were not there at that time, so I forgot. No, just remember, I'll tell you. The funeral should have been over half a month ago. "

Smell speech,

Zhou Ze's face,

finally became serious.

Somehow,

seems to be a vortex,

has been lifted unconsciously.