Chapter 127

The hand that just peed,

trembled slightly.

Lao Dao now regrets why he has to go out of class to drink. It's not a very good and noble career to stay in the bookstore and serve ghosts wholeheartedly!

What wine to drink!

Lao Dao is not an ordinary person. Although he can't compare with Xu Qinglang, he has no Taoism at all. He's just a monk who lives and drinks, but he has served two generations of "ghosts" for good or ill. His eyesight is still there, and he has seen a lot of strange things.

The light fluorescence on the intern's teeth is like the devil's smile in the dark, which makes people panic. The tap that just put the water seems to be turned on again. If you don't pay attention, you may drop water.

Lao Dao had asked him to sprinkle the fluorescent powder on the corpse, and the intern replied that he did.

Then the phosphor appeared on his teeth. This association made people shiver directly.

The old Taoist didn't ask foolishly: Yo, you still have a mood. You brush your teeth with toothpaste with fluorescent powder.

"What's the matter?"

The intern looked at Lao Dao and stared at himself all the time.

Lao Dao suddenly covered his stomach and apologized: "I'm sorry, my stomach suddenly hurts. I guess it's a bad stomach recently."

"I'll take you to the hospital. I'm not far from here anyway." The intern helped the old man and asked, "Why are you shaking?"

"Mommy, the liver hurts. It's hardened. I have to go back to take medicine. Otherwise, I'll have cerebral hemorrhage, stroke and heart disease."

Lao Dao is full of nonsense. In a word, it's just one sentence. I want to withdraw!

Even if he has other incurable diseases, he has to withdraw. The world is too dangerous. It's still safe in the study. Now the old Taoist suddenly feels how safe Zhou Ze is when he is languid in the sun, and how much consolation Miss Tang gives every time she speaks coldly!

"I'll take you back." Said the intern.

"No, you're tired. It's time for a rest. Would you like to go back to work tomorrow? That can't be sloppy. You need to cure people. "

After saying that, the old Taoist didn't wait for the intern to reply. He broke away from each other's support and ran to the bookstore.

Under the streetlight, the old man looked back as he ran. He was afraid that the intern would suddenly catch up with him, but the other side had been standing in the black alley where they were booing before, and didn't move.

And that group of fluorescent light, but has been there, like the other side standing there, smiling at their own running.

He ran to the library in one breath, pushed open the door of the shop, fell on his knees and gasped for breath. He ran back with the strength of milk. He was already sweating, half hot and half scared.

Zhou Ze is sitting at the back of the bar sorting out the cupboard, looking at the old way back, laughing and saying:

"what's the matter?"

"Boss, do you know what I just saw? That goods, that goods teeth reflect light!"

Lao Dao narrated the course of things there, dancing with his hands, saying that he was not easy to break away from the devil's hands. He also went through a fierce fight, which made the mountain collapse, the earth crack, the water backflow, and the sun and the moon change color!

Seriously, it's so horrible!

But Zhou Ze is still calm, like no one else to continue to do things.

After finishing saying that, Lao Dao took up the water on the table and drank it up, calmed down his panic and asked, "boss, how can you feel nothing?"

"Maybe they're just playing a prank with you."

"Mischief?" The old man cried, "what if not?"

"That's because they have a little bit of corpse eatery. It's no big deal. You can go to the police. It seems that there is a crime of destroying corpses, which can be sued."

"And then?" Lao Dao continued.

"And then what?"

"What are you not going to do, boss?" The old Taoist was surprised.

"What do I need to do?" Zhou Ze asked.

“…………” Lao Dao.

"Didn't you come back safely, and there was no accident. Besides, if it was him who ate the corpse, would he sprinkle fluorescent powder on purpose and then eat the corpse?

Is he stupid? "

"Boss, believe it or not, I don't think it's a joke." The old Taoist said seriously, "I think for the sake of social peace, we should not sit back and ignore. If he is really a corpse eater, now he secretly eats the corpse in the hospital. Fortunately, what should he do if he can't steal the corpse later? Who can guarantee that he won't do more in the future. "

Hearing this, Zhou Ze nodded, as if he thought what the old Taoist said was very reasonable. Then he reached out his hand and patted the little monkey on his head, saying:

"then you can take the monkey brother to subdue the demons and eliminate the demons. It's also a magnificent world in the world."

The little monkey was not aware of the sharp, but seemed to be quite encouraged. He vigorously waved the plastic toy hammer in his hand."Squeak!"

Lao Dao's face collapsed directly and he sat down in the chair beside him. Obviously, he was still a little scared.

After a while, the old man looked up and looked at Zhou Ze. He found that he was preparing some snacks and small wine. He was curious and said, "boss, are you preparing for supper?"

"Tribute."

"Tribute? Qingming is over. Go to the grave? "

"Well."

"To whom?"

"Give it to me."

"This

"Today is my birthday." Zhou Ze explained.

The Taoist priest was slightly shocked. He always felt that a "big living man" said to give his confession in front of him, which was a deep sense of disobedience, and it was to make a life for himself.

Zhou Ze packed his things, carried them with a shoulder bag, and walked out of the bar.

"Boss, I'll go with you." "You don't have a driver's license," the old man said courteously

Zhou Ze hesitated and nodded.

In case I run into traffic police when I drive, I really have some trouble without a driver's license.

The Taoist priest opened Xu Qinglang's Nissan and took Zhou Ze to the cemetery.

The cemetery has been closed, but the railings here are not so high. You can go in after a little turning.

The Taoist priest understood why Zhou Ze came at night. Only at night, when there was no one around, could he feel that feeling.

In the cemetery, tombstones are arranged in order. Many people's lives, and in the end, are finished here.

In the evening, there were whispers in the cemetery, like someone talking there.

At first, Lao Dao thought he was a phantom, but after listening carefully for a while, he found that there was a sound. He immediately reached out and touched his crotch.

"Boss, there is evil spirit!"

Zhou Ze ignored. He pointed to a small shelf in front of him. There was a box on it. There was a loudspeaker in it. The surface was solar cell.

The sound is coming out of it.

Lao Dao was a little confused. He looked curiously at it. There were instructions on it, what programs were broadcast at what time of day, morning news, emotional programs, international news, local news, etc.

"Wipe, so humanized?"

Lao Dao had only heard of leaving two-dimensional code on his tombstone before. He thought it was very avant-garde. Unexpectedly, someone put this thing beside his tombstone to relieve boredom.

Zhou Ze found his own tombstone, on which he put his own photos, and briefly described his life.

Just after the Tomb Sweeping Day, there are wreaths and some small toys and letters in front of the tombstone. Some of them have their own colleagues and children in the orphanage.

Zhou Ze sat down in front of his tombstone and opened the letters one by one, which were all the words the children said to him to express their missing feelings.

At the beginning of the letter are "brother Zhou" and "dear brother Zhou". Some children's letters are still filled with Pinyin because they don't recognize all the characters.

Zhou Ze leaned on his tombstone and looked at it quietly. He did not cry or have rosy eyes.

After watching for a while, Zhou Ze put out the wine and food he brought, and then he reached out to take it slowly and drank it slowly.

He usually eats in pain, this time no exception, but it seems to have the effect of sour plum juice when watching the letters from the children to him and eating at the same time.

Although still very difficult to swallow, although still very disgusting, but I was able to bear this time did not spit out.

Lao Dao squatted beside him and looked at the boss who ate tribute. He didn't say anything. He understood.

He's dead, but he's still alive.

The tribute is for himself, for his own enjoyment.

At this time, it seems that the real time is quiet.

After reading the letter, Zhou stretched out and looked at his tombstone.

He remembers the day when he was pushed into a crematorium where the fire consumed him.

Erased,

traces of his last life.

Under the tombstone, there is his own ashes.

"Boss, why don't I secretly dig it out for you and take it back as a souvenir?" The old man made an idea nearby.

Zhou Ze shakes his head. Let him go of the past. He doesn't have that deep obsession. Maybe he used to, but now he's slowly looking away.

But, inadvertently, Zhou Ze found that the location of the tombstone masonry has a very subtle trace, he immediately used his cell phone flashlight to shine down.

The old Taoist saw this, and he also fell down to look at it together. Then he said, "this tombstone has been opened recently!"

Instinctively, Zhou Ze had a bad feeling that he didn't intend to take his own ashes, but that doesn't mean that he would like to see his own ashes come to an accident.

After all, it's your own thing.

The fingernails of ten fingers grow out immediately. Zhou Ze directly uses his fingernails to insert into the gap and pry outward, which saves even the shovel.Soon, the masonry below was dug, and a black urn was inside.

Take out the urn. It has weight, which means there is something in it.

Zhou Ze pried the key with his fingernails, and then opened the urn.

In the box,

there is something,

but it is not ashes,

it is a crystal clear small particle.

"Ma bang, boss, you have burned out the relics."

Zhou Ze reaches out and grabs a small grain. He pinches it gently and breaks it. At the same time, he murmurs with suppressed terror and anger:

"have you seen the plastic relics?"