Chapter 477

In the dark,

seems to produce some light,

for a while,

makes people a little unprepared,

this sharp contrast makes the eyes very uncomfortable,

Zhou Ze subconsciously closed his eyes,

ears,

it is the noise of traffic and the noise of people.

I seem to be standing on the street.

After a long time, I opened my eyes again and saw that everything around me was so familiar.

Familiar streets,

familiar street lights,

familiar fire hydrants,

and,

familiar plaques of "listen to what you hear, what you hear".

Looking sideways,

sure enough,

in the sofa position on the other side of the floor window of the study,

lies on his own,

is holding a newspaper in his hand, looking at it and adding sugar to the coffee cup.

This time,

is it here,

is it a library?

Zhou Ze did not move, but continued to stand quietly in place, side, from time to time, someone shuttle by, but with him not a slightest relationship.

Some hesitation,

some hesitation,

some unknown Hesitation.

In the dark,

this dream,

has been here all the time,

here,

is it the end?

Zhou Ze as like as two peas in the black,

is in the crowd.

has a man in black sweater standing by the pole. Under the

hat,

is hiding a face that looks exactly like him.

Just because the street is full of people, it hides him well.

"Go in, go in quickly. It's all here. Go in."

The man is smiling and talking to himself.

"There are only two left. If you cut him off, there will be only me. Ha ha."

"Hiss..."

The man murmured,

subconsciously reached out and grasped his chest position, as if it was unbearable pain, but his face was still wearing a happy smile.

Tear off one corner of the sweater, revealing the bloody wound.

The stream of people turned a blind eye to it, as if they could see nothing.

In the middle of the glaring wound,

a pen is inserted, and most of the body of the pen is in the body.

"You sealed me, but did it work?"

The man lowered his head, as if talking to the pen on his chest.

"As long as he kills him in the bookstore, I'm the only one left. He's me. I'm him. Your seal is useful?"

The pen stabbed coldly in the meat, without any reaction.

What it can do,

is actually to nail him to death,

as for the others,

it can't do anything.

After all,

what it seals,

is a great general in the ancient times,

dare to resist the existence of the Yellow Emperor in the past,

the Lord of the netherworld,

even if it almost falls down,

is not so easy to deal with.

"I'll help him to cut three corpses, so that he can learn how to fight, how much time and energy he can save;

of course,

also has to charge a little interest,

cut it,

cut it,

has already cut the past life,

has cut the fetters left by that prince,

and then cut off himself,

after that,

Even if the damn seal is still there,

but it doesn't make sense anymore,

he,

has become me,

completely integrated with me! "

The man reached for the pen,

he didn't pull it out,

he pressed down hard,

at the same time, he gave out a deep cry of pain,

it seems that this kind of self mutilation can make him feel more enjoyable and happy!

"Ha ha, stab, stab, continue stabbing,

you,

how long can I stab?

A watchdog consciousness born when I was sleeping and healing in my false reincarnation,

dare to be bold to me!

Who is it,

gives him courage,

who is it,

gives him confidence?

Is that your pen?

Or the prince of Mount Tai who was fooled around by the local Bodhisattva?Coffee?

Newspapers?

Sugar?

Ha ha... "

…………

Through the glass,

look at yourself,

is a bit fuzzy,

is empathetic,

is empathetic in the real sense.

Because,

this posture,

this movement,

this scene,

is what Zhou Ze has been doing for more than a year.

As long as there are no accidents, no emergencies, or no use in emergencies,

wake up in the morning,

will lie in that position.

Shortly after lying down,

Yingying will bring up newspapers and coffee to open up her daily life.

I don't know how long I watched it,

Zhou Ze silently raised his feet and walked to the gate.

Push the door,

Zhou Ze saw the old Taoist sitting behind the bar,

the old Taoist was there to catch lice for the monkey,

the little monkey looked at the old Taoist with a sad face, with a helpless look.

It's a monkey that can live broadcast, cut songs and take a taxi.

it's more hygienic than the old man.

Where are lice?

But I don't think so. Is monkey called monkey without lice?

In other words,

the Taoist priest is not so much catching lice as enjoying the happiness of being with monkeys and having fun with their grandchildren.

I haven't got a family in my whole life. Although I sometimes go to protect my feet,

that's also your feeling. I'm willing to help each other with money and goods. When I meet a monkey in my old age,

Lao Dao is really a grandson.

"Oh, there are guests."

Lao Dao looks up and sees Zhou Ze coming in. He reaches for the sign and says:

"our minimum consumption is 1000."

Remember that at the beginning of the new year, the minimum consumption was "100", but because of the great achievements since the reform and opening up,

with the great progress of the society under the guidance of the new era and new ideological guidelines,

led to even if the brand of "minimum consumption 100" was hung,

many customers came in for consumption,

later, it was simply changed into "A thousand",

it is estimated that in terms of the current inflation rate, most people will not be willing to consume in at least a few years.

Zhou Ze nodded and said nothing.

The old Taoist saw that Zhou Ze had nothing, so he was too lazy to take care of him and continue to catch lice for monkeys.

The bookstore has never been warm to the living guests, but to the dead ones.

this is a tradition, and

is also a feature.

"It's a nice day today."

Xu Qinglang came down from the upstairs.

he is wearing a white shirt and blue jeans today. He looks very heroic.

To be honest,

it's possible that flirtation is innate,

but Lao Xu never really pinched a disgusting woman,

looks beautiful,

it's not his fault,

looks more beautiful than most women,

it's not his fault either.

Generally speaking and behaving, he is quite a man.

"Old Xu."

Zhou Ze saw the man sitting on the sofa waving to Xu Qinglang,

"Lao Xu, tell you good news."

"What?"

"It seems that the real estate tax is really coming."

“…………” Xu Qinglang.

"Ha ha."

After sharing the pleasure with Lao Xu,

the self sitting on the sofa went on reading the newspaper.

As for the house price, I really hate it. I worked so hard in my last life that I could only buy a small house.

My income, when I am a doctor, is quite considerable, which is a lot higher than that of ordinary people;

but the problem is that I am an orphan.

I don't have six wallets.

Xu Qinglang went to the kitchen and soon heard the sound of rolling his face.

Zhou Ze remembers that before,

Xu used to open a noodle shop,

at that time, he was next to Xu Le's bookstore, hanging the brand of the noodle shop and doing the take out business.

Under Lao Xu,

is indeed the same.

Last time, the noodles with pickled vegetables and shredded pork were praised by Cuihua from hell. They were spitting and eating at the same time. They were eaten up.

"Weeping,Boss,

they just ate chicken! "

Yingying ran down excitedly and played coquettish to the one lying on the sofa.

Coquetry is lovely,

the hard steel seems to be soft around the fingers in front of the warbler at this time.

Zhou Ze suddenly found that

this seems to be the most leisure period in the study,

Lao Xu hasn't experienced his master's affairs, and he has become a frantic pictorial paper;

Lao Dao just met monkey, and Yingying is still addicted to eating chicken, which was very popular at the beginning, but now it's really cool.

Little Lori hasn't lived in yet,

lawyer an hasn't been seen,

everyone lives in the study together leisurely and comfortably,

every night waiting for ghosts to come to do a business,

listening to stories,

having a chat.

Not so much trouble, not so much trouble,

leisurely,

time is quiet.

Take a deep breath,

Zhou Ze narrowed his eyes,

then,

went to the opposite side of himself and sat down.

I don't know why,

when I sit down,

look at myself on the opposite side,

Ge Youle,

sip coffee,

look at the newspaper,

bask in the sun,

lazy,

don't want to be aggressive,

still have a self satisfied model;

Zhou Ze suddenly has a kind of uncontrollable hand,

wants to draw his punch Move.

At the same time,

Zhou Ze thought again,

now he is sitting in the position that lawyer an often sits in the study,

when he reads the newspaper and drinks coffee there every day,

lawyer an likes to sit opposite to him,

asshole,

this product has always wanted to smoke me!

…………

Outside the bookstore,

the man in the black sweater came over slowly,

he didn't go in,

he stood at the bookstore door and looked at it.

Come on,

come on,

let's do it.

You can continue to remember,

remember a little more,

this is the creation I gave you,

at the same time,

is also your last creation.

"Hum!"

The pen in his chest vibrated, and the man had to kneel on one knee and press the wound with one hand.

"Ha ha, are you afraid?

But you can't stop it,

can't stop it.

He gave me this opportunity,

I'll push the boat to give him this opportunity,

you,

you can only watch it by your side,

it's not good, right?

It's very unpleasant, isn't it?

Then you can go out and tell him,

to warn him,

as soon as you leave, you will turn into a concrete consciousness and communicate with it,

this seal,

will be completely gone,

you will not be able,

will not be able at all,

right? "

"Hum!"

The pen vibrated again,

and then,

the tremor became weaker and weaker.

"Why, did you give in?"

"Hum!"

The pen vibrated again.

"Cherish the time when you can seal me. Soon, you will be disqualified;

one day, you can seal me once.

it's you and the master who made you that year.

glory."

"Ding Dong..."

The pen cover fell to the ground and rolled around.

When the man looked at the pen cover on the ground,

his smiling face suddenly twisted with anger,

growled in a low voice:

"are you saying I'm afraid?

Ha ha,

funny,

What am I afraid of? "