Chapter 129

No matter your mood is good or bad, there is one thing that doesn't change and change according to people's will, that is time.

One day passed, and in the evening, Zhou Ze sat on the sofa and played with a pen. Little Lori had not heard from her.

Zhou Ze doesn't think that the other side is perfunctory. After all, the life and death of the other side lies in one's own thoughts. If she dares to perfunctory and pretend to be "BIU" and sneak back to sleep and recuperate, she can only win.

In fact, the ashes of the last life are not as important as you said. Even if zhouze's ashes are in his own hands, he is suggested to scatter them in a sea or a river, and zhouzexing may do the same.

Let the past go with the wind, let the past return to the dust, Zhou Ze is not like the protagonist in the drama of bitterness, he values something more than his own life.

But the problem is that you can lose your own things and things that are deeply related to you, but someone dares to steal them. That's not good.

This is no longer a matter of loss of interest, but the most direct offense.

That priest, that Japanese priest, Zhou Ze hopes to find him in the next moment, and then personally pierce him with his fingernails;

he doesn't want ashes,

after killing him, he will also make them ashes, find some shit to mix with him.

Little Lori must be still looking for it, and Zhou Ze knows that as a senior old devil, little Lori's foundation in the city must be much deeper than her own.

So even if not, the only thing Zhou Ze can do now is to eat, sleep and keep his energy while waiting.

The old way is to see that Zhou Ze's mood today is not very good,

it's impossible for ordinary people to enjoy the anger of their ashes being stolen,

but the boss enjoyed it.

At this time, Lao Dao brought over a cup of coffee and felt that he should say something to relieve the boss's depression. He immediately said:

"boss, the Japanese will find it soon. Generally in Chinese film and television works and novels, the Japanese are the standard high-risk creatures with a long life span."

Zhou Ze didn't look at Lao Dao, but took a sip of coffee.

He didn't want to chat with Lao Dao when he was in a bad mood, because he was afraid that he would have the impulse to stab Lao Dao when he was in a bad mood. Maybe his last boss had this impulse, too?

At this time, Tang Shi came down from upstairs. She was wearing a black dress today.

This is a very cold and gorgeous woman, and she always pursues high standard and exquisite dress, which seems to be her obsessive-compulsive disorder. Zhou Ze remembers that when she just woke up, she asked Lao Dao to buy new clothes and change them.

"Tea."

The Tang poetry is cold.

"I won't go." Zhou Ze is not in that mood.

Looking at Zhou Ze, Tang poetry stood still.

She can't whine or ask for help. She has always been that cold attitude. Therefore, when she looks at you, you will feel very uncomfortable and uncomfortable.

Zhou Ze is a soft hearted and kind-hearted person. He can't bear others' grievances and unhappiness, and always puts himself in others' shoes.

Of course, the pen in my hand just out of my control has been shivering slightly and has the posture of penetrating my chest at any time.

Well,

get up.

"Go ahead and have tea." Zhou Ze said.

Tang Shi takes back her eyes and pushes open the door of the store.

"Boss, it's a little cold at night. Bring more clothes." Lao Dao said attentively.

Zhou Ze waved to show that he didn't use it.

Then,

Zhou Ze opened the door too,

then,

there was no next step.

Because Tang Shi stood by the wire pole at the door, motionless, not like waiting for a car, Zhou Ze could only stand by, I don't know what she meant.

Half an hour later,

Tang Shi still stood there, motionless, even his expression did not change. Zhou Ze began to squat down and take out a cigarette.

An hour later,

Tang poetry was still motionless, while Zhou Ze simply sat on the curb of the horse, with cigarette butts all over the place.

Looking at the bookstore door, which is less than two meters away from her, Zhou Ze really wants to take a hammer to open a ladle for the girl and ask her what is in her mind.

Why can't you wait in the bookstore when you stand less than two meters away from the door?

Inside the shop door, Lao Dao and Bai Yingying, including Xu Qinglang, pass by from time to time. Looking at the boss, he still sits outside. Then, he still sits outside.

Zhou Ze raised his head slightly and lowered his head. Suddenly, there was an illusion that life was very difficult.Finally, a white Rongwei came and stopped at the door of the bookstore.

Are you here?

Tea drinkers?

Because Zhou Ze saw Tang poetry move, she went forward.

Zhou Ze also stood up and watched the door open, wondering whether to organize the salesmen who watched his hilarious jokes to shout several times in bikini with a colored ball and a leg:

"welcome, welcome..."

But it seems that in addition to Yingying, there are two others No, it seems that in addition to the old way, the other two people are pretty and eye-catching.

But then, Zhou Ze was stunned. There was a person sitting in the car, who was the driver. But when the driver got off the car, it gave people a sense of excessive indulgence.

The thick black eye circles, coupled with the excited state, make it easy to associate whether the goods are driving with drugs.

"Ha ha ha ha ha..."

As soon as the driver got out of the car, he covered his stomach and laughed.

There was a pig's laugh.

Zhou Ze approaches him, lowers his head and looks at him.

"Ha ha ha ha ha Where is this? " The driver asked with a smile.

"Through the city." Zhou Ze replied.

the other side's trump,

should be a friend of Sichuan.

"Ha ha ha ha ha Where is the city? I haven't heard of it. "

"In Jiangsu." Zhou Ze reminds me.

"Ha ha ha ha ha I'm driving out to buy a set. Why don't I sleep all the way to Jiangsu? "

You ask me who I ask?

Zhou Ze felt that there was something wrong with the driver's brain.

Well,

Zhou Ze had guessed whether the tea drinker that Tang Shi was looking for would be the one,

but if that person was like this, Zhou Ze would like to "hahaha" with him.

"Hahahaha, I'm so tired, I'm so sleepy." The driver continued to ha ha ha.

"Ha ha ha ha, can you stop laughing?"

"Hahahaha, no, I don't know why I'm so happy!" driver.

"Hahahaha, are you sick?" Zhou Ze.

"Ha ha ha ha, yes, I drive more than 2000 kilometers from Chengdu to this city without sleep. My brain seems to be really sick."

"Hahahaha, what are you doing here?"

"Ha ha ha ha, there's someone in my trunk. I think he's my father or mother. I sent him here happily!"

"Hahahaha Well? "

Zhou Ze stopped laughing and looked to the trunk.

Then he saw Tang Shi raise his hand,

the whole car vibrated,

creak,

without unlocking, the trunk directly opened.

Although the white Rongwei has gone through more than two thousand kilometers of long journey and has become a bit gloomy, Tang poetry's gesture that can't wait to open the lock directly and violently is still a little too much.

In the trunk, there is a person,

oh no,

to be exact,

is a person and a cat.

There was a bandage around the man's eyes. There was some fresh blood in the bandage. Beside the man, there was a cat lying still.

One person, one cat, are like dead, there is only a slight fluctuation in the chest to tell the people next to them that they still have a breath.

Tang Shi stooped to pick up the white cat and looked into the room.

"Lao Dao."

"Come on, what's the matter?"

The Taoist priest trotted over and took a look at the trunk. He was shocked and immediately came to pick up the man with bandages on his eyes.

"Boss, how did you become like this? How miserable you are!"

Zhou Ze on one side knew that Lao Dao was not crying for him,

but he always felt uncomfortable standing by listening to the cry.

One man, one cat, was carried into the bookstore by Tang Shi and Lao Dao, while the shopkeeper still held the door and continued "ha ha ha ha ha..."

Zhou Ze understood. The driver is really unlucky. He is hypnotized.

He went out to buy a set and estimated that there were some girls in the hotel. As a result, he drove directly from Chengdu to Tongcheng.

But how to untie hypnosis?

Fortunately, when the people in the car were carried in, it seemed that the driver had recovered to normal, and directly fell to the ground and fell asleep.

Finally, the driver was sent to a nearby hotel by Xu Qinglang to open a room. As for whether the owner of the hotel would misunderstand anything, Zhou Ze was not clear.

He went straight up to the second floor and came to Tang Shi's bedroom. The man was lying there, motionless.

To be honest, Zhou Ze was very grateful to him. If he hadn't been killed in Chengdu, his relationship with Xiao Luoli would not have been so harmonious.Maybe now I am facing the pursuit of little Lori or have been killed.

"Can he wake up?"

Zhou Ze asked.

Tang Shi didn't answer. She wiped his face with a wet towel.

Be careful, and be obedient.

Why didn't I get this treatment when I was injured?

All of us are dead. Is our Xu Le more handsome than this one?

"I don't mean anything else. I just want to ask if he will attract the attention of ghost guards from other places when he is here, and then another group of people will come to encircle him?

Don't get me wrong. I didn't mean to get rid of him. I just asked him so that I could make some preparations.

After all, you don't have ghost ID card, so you can't wash your identity for the time being. "

Tang poetry looked at Zhou Ze and said, "ghost difference syndrome?"

Do you really or falsely don't know?

Zhou Ze takes out his ghost card and shakes it in front of Tang poetry.

"it's this thing. With it, you can wash your identity. As long as you don't do anything too hot next, you can be stable for a long time, but it's hard to get this thing. You have to get it by luck."

At this time,

the comatose man on the bed shivered slightly,

in his sweater pocket,

seemed to have something spilled down,

fell to the floor from the bed,

fell to the ground,

is one ground,

ghost difference syndrome.