Chapter 141

Death is not terrible. What is really terrible is being forgotten.

Sun Qiu died for a long time, but his classmates didn't know, his teachers didn't know, even he didn't know. Driven by this inertia, he seemed to be still "alive".

However,

this kind of living is a very sad and pitiful thing.

Imagine that your life, your life, your daily trajectory, with and without your conscious existence are in fact immutable.

So, how much meaning is left in your life, your life, regardless of appearances?

Zhou Ze remembers that there was an event in Hong Kong before. It is very famous on the Internet. It is often compiled into one of the ten or eight miraculous events in Hong Kong.

It's about the takeout of a restaurant who goes to deliver the meal. Standing outside the door, he hears the sound of mahjong inside. But when he knocks the door open, he finds that the four mahjong friends inside have been dead for a long time.

This is a typical example.

"Boss, he is dead. What shall we do?" Lao Dao asked a question.

Because it's strange to see the living.

But if it's a dead man, it's not surprising. It's common for the villagers to see their eyes watered with tears.

Moreover, sun Qiu's death was probably not killed by a ghost. In his story, he probably died at that time, so he saw some strange phenomena.

Zhou Ze frowned slightly. Now, the trouble is that he can't determine the time of sun Qiu's death, which leads to that he can't determine whether sun Qiu died by accident or by ghost.

As for sun Qiu's incomplete soul, there are many possibilities, not necessarily controlled by some more powerful ghost.

"Let's go down and ask about them. Ask about them

Since Sun Qiu is now a "senior mental retardation" here, many information has been broken and can't be continued, so we can only find a breakthrough from other places.

In a word, what Zhou Ze needs is a ghost. If sun Qiu can't catch it, he will catch the soul of the Su Guan teacher. It's the same.

There is quite a sense that three-year sows in barracks compete with mink cicadas.

Down the stairs, came to the first floor of the office, there are two middle-aged men are still there to talk, before the other several are either off work or may go to search for "prey".

This time, Zhou Ze and Lao Dao finally attracted their attention.

"What are you doing!"

One of them pointed directly at Zhou Ze and asked.

Zhou Ze took out a cigarette and bit it in his mouth. This time, instead of asking the Taoist priest, he said to himself:

"I want to ask you something. Is there a dead person in your pipe recently?"

As soon as Zhou Ze's voice fell, the faces of the two tubes suddenly changed.

"Are you a policeman or something?" Asked little Flathead.

Zhou Ze shook his head.

"That's the parents of the students?"

Zhou Ze shook his head again.

"Then what do you ask for so much? This is the school. The irrelevant people will ask you to leave." Small flat head came to push Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze reaches out and grabs each other's wrists. His fingernails grow out and touch each other's skin directly.

"Hiss..."

Little flat head knelt down directly on the ground, his face twisted, obviously extremely painful.

Another Su Guan teacher saw this scene, did not counseled, and rushed over directly.

"I'll escort you!"

At this time, Lao Dao took the initiative to rush over. After a collision between the shoulders of both sides, Lao Dao directly fell over his shoulder and threw the other side to the ground. This old pipe almost fell down and was suffocated.

In fact, Lao Dao is good at Kung Fu. He seems to have the least sense of existence in the study, but he is not afraid to compare with ghosts, zombies and ordinary people.

"Say it."

Zhou Ze drags a chair, sits down, lets the other party kneel in front of oneself like this.

Small flat head looked at Zhou Ze's eyes with deep horror, but he didn't answer Zhou Ze's question, but asked: "who are you and what are you going to do..." Ah ah! "

Zhou Ze's fingernails once again touch the skin of small flat head. At the same time, Zhou Ze lifts the other party's clothes to cover his mouth, which makes him unable to cry.

"You scream. No one can answer your voice."

Lao Dao gloated beside him.

"What do I ask, and what do you answer?"

Boss Zhou has been worried for a long time about his 1% achievement. He really doesn't want to wait for more beeps with unrelated people.

"Is there a tube recently, dead?"

Small flat head hurt so much that tears and snot came out. This time, he was really afraid. He nodded at once and said:

"yes, there was one who left last month. His name was Wang Baosteel."

"How did you die?" Zhou Ze asked.

"Jump, jump dead, jump down from the dormitory, head to the ground, directly fell dead.""Oh, does he have any special hobbies, such as wearing leather shoes?"

Generally speaking, it's normal for adults to wear leather shoes, especially in some workplaces. But this is the school. The teacher of the dormitory management said that it's the teacher who is nice to hear. But in fact, the school hired some young and strong men to act as "thugs", which is not suitable for the teacher at all.

One of the two in the room is wearing slippers, the other is just sneakers. It's very special to come to the dormitory to check the room formally in leather shoes.

"Yes, he likes to wear leather shoes and suits. We used to joke that he really regarded himself as a people's teacher. Every time he came here with a suit and ordered to work."

"Where did he die?" Zhou Ze asked.

"It's in the flower bed in front of this building." "His room is on the first floor. Before he lived with me, I moved out to live with others after his accident," he pointed out

Zhou Ze nodded. "Take me to his room."

With a small flat head, I went into a dormitory, which is the same pattern as the students' dormitory, but there is no upper and lower bunk, big bed and socket.

"Did no one take his things?" Zhou Ze asked.

"No, he is an elder sister. When he died, the school informed her that she came. Then the school paid compensation according to the work-related injury. There was no trouble. After the funeral was handled, he left. His things were not intended to be taken away."

Zhou Ze nodded. There are some clothes in the wardrobe. The key is under the bedside table. There are two pairs of leather shoes.

"This is the leather shoes he usually wears." Explained little Flathead.

Zhou Ze squatted down in front of the leather shoes, picked up a shoe, reached for his hand at the sole of the shoe and touched it. There was some mud on it that was not completely dry.

The dormitory is very humid, especially in the aisle.

Generally speaking, the soles of the shoes are often wet when the dormitory teachers check the rooms and inspect the dormitories, but according to the small flat head, Wang Baosteel died last month. His shoes should be kept here all the time, so how can they be wet?

"Why did Wang Baosteel jump from the building?" Zhou Ze asked.

"I don't know that." Little Flathead shook his head. "He didn't get any stimulation either. That night, everything was the same. He took the key chain and went to check the room."

Zhou Ze looks around. He is looking for it.

You should know that whether Wang Baosteel's soul killed sun Qiu or not, at least one thing can be proved: Wang Baosteel's soul has been wandering in this dormitory building.

"Go ahead, you can call the police." Zhou Ze said.

Small flat head stupefied for a while, then retreated to leave the room, as for whether he will call the police, Zhou Ze is not really very worried.

After that, Zhou Ze is the only one left in the room. His right fingernails are all growing out. A mass of black air is around his palms. Then, Zhou Ze touches his fingertips on the tiles, and the black air flows into the tiles.

Before long,

from the place where the shoes are put on the bedside table, the black footprints that can only be seen by Zhou Ze himself emerged, and the footprints have been extended.

Zhou Ze opened the dormitory door, walked up the footprints,

went up the stairs,

footprints kept shuttling between the corridors, back and forth,

at the door of the students' dormitory, sometimes complicated, and the things were different,

this means that Wang Baosteel, even if he died, was still doing his own work of dormitory management teacher.

He is still checking the dormitory, staring at the students, and checking the students' bedtime. In the middle of the night, he is shaking in the corridor, standing at the door for a long time, waiting for a long time.

He's dead,

so he has a lot of time,

to get to work better.

The students in the dorm don't know. They have to fight with the living Suzhou Guan teacher for wisdom and courage while facing the gaze of a ghost!

Suddenly, Zhou Ze's eyes slightly coagulated. He saw that the black footprints were the most dense outside a bedroom door at the end of the corridor.

This means that Wang Baosteel has been here for a long time, and even his entanglement and hesitation can be seen from his footprints.

Zhou Ze went to the door of the dormitory. Unexpectedly, the white note that said "sundry room" on it meant that the dormitory was abandoned and no students lived here.

Zhou Ze reached out to open the door, but the door was locked. His fingernails were embedded in it, and he made a little effort to open the lock. Zhou Ze went in anyway.

In the bedroom, there are many things like mops and brooms piled up over the bed. It seems that there is nothing strange.

But Zhou Ze knows that since Wang Baosteel will be here for so long, there must be something special here.

Zhou Ze sat down on the dusty bed board, and the bed made a squeak.

At night,

is very quiet,

is a little quiet.

Slowly, Zhou Ze's vision began to become a little fuzzy, he suddenly stood up, the fuzzy feeling disappeared, as a ghost, he could not sleep normally.Sometimes, Zhou Ze thought it was a kind of torture, but later he slowly found that he could not sleep normally, which may also be the guarantee that the ghost would not be affected by the ghost.

"Gudu Gudu........ "

"Gudu Gudu........ "

Below, there was a sound of spring water surging, and a strong smell of blood came from all around.

Zhou Ze began to retreat slowly. However, when Zhou Ze turned around, he found that the door when he came in had become a wall.

But in the basement of this dormitory, the red blood began to diffuse, and in the distance, it seemed that there was a sea of blood rolling in, a wave, whistling, and the whole dormitory was completely submerged in an instant.

"Gudu Gudu........ "

Zhou Ze was immersed in the blood, and everything around him was covered with the luster of Yin Hong, which made Zhou Ze feel the first time he walked into the water.

At this time, the sound of "tick and tick" came from the outside of the wall,

it seemed that someone was wearing leather shoes and was walking slowly,

he began to get closer and closer,

then he came to the position separated from Zhou Zeyi's wall,

he knocked on the wall,

a deep voice:

"lights out, lights off!"

"Pa!"

There seems to be a mass of black ink spreading wildly in the blood water,

the original red flash turned into a dark depression,

just like,

light,

turned off