Chapter 272

Money is old-fashioned. He can spend as much as he wants. Zhou Ze doesn't have a beak anymore. He's not qualified to spend anything.

After all, although Lao Dao is his subordinate employee, he has never received a cent of his salary here. Sometimes he "goes on a business trip" with Zhou Ze, and Lao Dao has to pay back some money himself.

What's more, it's not worth discussing whether it's worth it or not. It's useless to talk too much with the Taoist priest.

He lived to be 70 years old. What kind of disturbance has he never experienced?

What kind of people have never met?

He is not the kind of old lady who mistakenly believes in winning a prize and swindle and wants to be greedy for money. Maybe, it's hard to get confused like a mirror in one's heart.

When Lao Dao's remittance is over, Zhou Ze pushes Lao Dao's wheelchair to take him back to the bookstore. When Lao Dao passes the convenience store on the way, he buys some snacks for monkey.

After returning to the bookstore, Zhou Ze washed and disinfected his hands, put on his white coat, and checked the physical condition of Lao Xu and Bai Yingying one by one. By the time they finished, it was evening.

Take off the white coat, take a long breath, walk into the bathroom and wash a face.

Fear, of course, fear.

One night a week ago, I almost became a "lonely man". I had been burned in my last life. I had a hard time living out of rhythm in my life, but the old man really let my life "start from scratch".

Feeling the stimulation of cold water on his face, Zhou Ze shakes his head, picks up the towel and prepares to wipe his face.

But at this time, Zhou Ze saw a dark shadow in the mirror, and the towel in Zhou Ze's hand fell down instantly.

Turn around and there is no one behind you.

Looking back, the shadow in the mirror disappeared.

It's not an illusion. It can't be an illusion. Zhou Ze is very confident in his "big heart". He's not weak enough.

Push open the door of the toilet, before people go out, a familiar and old voice comes from the self-defense room:

"looking for me?"

Zhou Ze did not turn back this time, but turned slightly, saying:

"yes."

He is still alive.

The one in my body is right, he is not dead, and he appears again.

Zhou Ze was a little surprised. At first, he thought that he could not kill him completely, but at least he could make sure that he would not appear again in a short time. It was only a week after that, and he really came back.

But this time, it seems a little different.

That night, when I faced the old man, I could clearly feel the paranoid obsession emanating from the other side. However, this time, the other side seemed too clean and pure, as if it had been purified.

It used to be a jar of old vinegar, but now it's a pool of clear water.

But the old man, after all, is an old man. His appearance is mysterious, his experience is mysterious, even his death is mysterious.

The one in his body can only leave a sentence "he is not dead" to sleep again, which is enough to prove his particularity. Otherwise, with that characteristic, he will definitely cut the grass and root.

He didn't care how much trouble he was in, even though he was still in the process of repairing, but the second most powerful breath in Laozi's world almost exploded. No one was a bird at all, and he knew more about life than the monkey in journey to the West.

"You killed me, so I wanted to see you, but it's a little strange. You don't seem surprised that I didn't die."

"You look like a brown sugar." Zhou Ze was helpless.

"Ha ha." The old man smiled, and then his voice changed, from near to far.

Zhou Ze raised his head and saw the figure of the old man standing at the door of the study. He seemed to be waiting for Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze went over and opened the door of the bookstore.

"I was dead long ago. I was dead before you killed me." Said the old man calmly.

He was still wearing a green coat, and his feet were covered with muddy release shoes, a little cramped, and his face seemed to be born with a kind of simple and shy.

But it's such an old man who almost killed everyone except Zhou Ze a week ago.

If Zhou Ze is just an ordinary ghost, maybe all this can't be changed.

Zhou Ze walked out of the bookstore.

"I'm dead."

"Well." Zhou Ze said he saw the old man killed with his own eyes.

"Haha, I'm really dead."

The old man turned around, walked two steps forward, came to a bus stop, and stood with the people waiting for the bus to get off work.

Zhou Ze looks back at the bookstore. He hesitates whether this is a move away from the mountain.But after a while, Zhou Ze followed.

This time, the appearance of the old man made him feel very different. Moreover, he didn't need to move away from the mountain at all, and could suddenly appear in the bathroom where he was. This means that if the old man still has the ability to "kill people", he can't get any security guarantee if he is not in the bookstore, Xu Qinglang and Bai Yingying.

Some things, in the end, need to be asked, but also must be made clear.

Zhou Ze can't live the life in detective novels in the future. All the people in the bookstore must eat, live and travel together, and can't be separated, otherwise it may give the murderer a chance.

Those days are too tired,

and unrealistic.

A bus stops, some people get off, but more people get on. This is South Street, downtown. There are more people, especially when they are stuck at the end of work.

The old man looked back at Zhou Ze, smiled and got on the bus.

Zhou Ze also got on the car together, lost two coins and went in. He kept his eyes on the old man. He wanted to know what kind of medicine the old man sold in the gourd.

There are many people in the car. Zhou Ze stands, just like the old man.

"That night, I lost, the one in your body. It's too fierce." The old man said peacefully, as if he could take it up and put it down.

"But No matter how fierce you are, you will not kill me. " The old man said that there was no complacency in his words. It was as if he was just stating a fact calmly.

It's not like a person,

it's really not like a person.

The old man who likes to speak big truth, to stand by himself as a witness, and to put himself on the moral commanding point of everything,

the one in front of him at this time, and the one who appeared a week ago,

are basically like two people.

"What are you?"

Zhou Ze didn't ask who he was, but what he was.

Obviously, Zhou Ze found some abnormalities, which also seemed to understand something.

old man,

seems not to be alone.

"What am I?" The old man reached out and pointed to himself, "I am a thing that is dead but still exists.

My appearance was an accident. I forgot how I came out.

My ending, many times, including the last ending in your hands, too many times later, I also forget exactly when is the real end.

It's not showing off or showing off. I'm tired. But every time I die, I can come back, and sooner or later.

Of course,

maybe the next time I come back, it's not the way it is now. "

The bus stopped at the next stop and a group of people came up.

An old woman, about sixty years old, got on the bus, walked in and stopped in front of Zhou Ze.

The car began to start and the carriage began to shake.

"Get out of the way and let me sit down. My legs are so sore."

The old woman standing in front of Zhou Ze pointed to the girl in front of her.

The girl seemed to hear it, but she had kept her eyes closed before. When the old woman passed by, she also kept her eyes closed. She didn't want to give up her seat, but she didn't think it was good not to give up her seat to the old man, so she pretended that she didn't see it.

There is a plastic bag beside the girl. It should be the work clothes of the salesmen in the nearby shopping mall. She has just come home from work after a day's standing. She is very tired.

"Hello, what about talking to you?"

The old woman reached for the girl's hair.

The girl opened her eyes, some inexplicable, she didn't seem to expect that the old woman would be so direct.

"Do you know what politeness is?

Do you know what it means to respect the old and love the young?

I'm so old. When I come to you, you still pretend that you can't see. Is that interesting?

There's no old man in your family.

your family didn't teach you the truth of being a man when they were young? "

The girl's face turned red all of a sudden, but she got up, stood up and gave way.

The old woman is like a cockerel who has won the battle. She sat down with her head held high and began to knead her calves, but her mouth still didn't:

"I'm teaching you how to be a man for your parents.

You haven't been married yet. I'll help you teach later.

Nowadays, young people, one by one, don't know what is politeness or respect for the old and love for the young. How can this society go on like this? "

Many people in the car cast their eyes, and the girl standing next to her blushed even more.

When waiting for the bus to the next stop, the girl escaped from the bus as if. Her eyes were red and she was obviously restraining her impulse to cry."Oh."

Seeing the girl get off the bus, the old woman seems to have not had a good time. She feels very disappointed.

When the bus started again,

Zhou Ze suddenly found that the old man was missing. Where did he go?

Zhou Ze swore that he had been staring at the old man, but his man seemed to disappear in an instant.

Before he's finished,

it's over to cheat himself into getting on the bus?

What is he going to say.

"Hello."

The old man's voice sounded.

Zhou Ze followed the sound card and found that it was the old woman.

At this time,

the old woman turned and looked out of the window.

And her sparse hair also drifted away, showing the old man's wrinkled face on the back of her head,

the old man was laughing,

an old yellow tooth was showing,

he was laughing happily,

he was laughing happily,

he was laughing happily,

he said at the same time:

"now I know,

why I have not died yet?"