Late Night Bookstore

　　 Zhou Ze reached out his hand, and his fingertips continued to entangle the black gas to disperse the gang of guys who nibbled around the men in black, but the wisp of black gas still wrapped around the imp, so that they could not escape.

　　Since that World War I, Zhou Ze found that his mastery of this power seems to have improved to a higher level.

　　 "Are you a policeman?"

　　 Zhou Ze lowered his head and looked at the man in black who was lying on the ground and his soul was almost damaged.

"What do you think?"

　　The man in black stood up, his soul was broken, and he looked miserable.

　　 But his gaze is firm and his eyes are bright.

　　 "Just unexpected."

　　Zhou Ze remembered that the Zhao Bureau he saw last time entered the bookstore on the day of the funeral. As a result, neither he nor Xu Qinglang could tell whether he was a living or a dead person.

　　Think about it,

　　 was relieved again.

　　The Zhao Bureau was about to retire at that age. Most of his life was conscientious in his job. It was a bit like Madam Bai who had gone to **** before.

　　 The kind of person is a special case.

　　 is like learning from Lei Feng to do good deeds. It is precisely because Lei Feng is a special case in this society, so it is necessary to learn. If everyone is a living Lei Feng, what else is necessary to learn.

　　 "Come in with me."

　　…………

It was still raining outside. The girl who was sitting in the bookstore copying the magazine went out to look at her companion, and found that she had fallen asleep by the hanger. Now she put a dress on her and she did not go in. Be with her just outside.

　　 Two female college students who came out to make money, like the delicate wildflowers in this city, were stubborn and strong.

　　This is an ordinary day for them, to show up, to meet the rain, to avoid the rain,

　　 They couldn't know what kind of business the bookstore they were sheltering from, and they didn't remember that one of them had just made a deal with a ghost.

　　And in the bookstore, Zhou Ze placed some peanuts, orchids and beans. The man in black was sitting opposite him. The little ghosts stood beside him, shaking.

"Thank you for hospitality."

　　The man in black said in a deep voice.

　　 "After eating, go on the road." Zhou Ze said.

　　 The man raised his head and looked at Zhou Ze. Obviously, he was unwilling.

　　 "They are dead, you have already sacrificed, and all the responsibilities you have fulfilled have been fulfilled. There is no need to support them with you for your ray of obsession.

　　In case of any problems in the middle, causing their dead souls to be out of your control, there will be a few more lone souls and wild ghosts in this world. Maybe, there will be other troubles. "

　　 Zhou Ze explained patiently.

　　In fact, there is only one central idea.

　　 I respect you,

　　 But respect goes to respect, work goes to work,

　　You have your obsession, but I also have my responsibility.

　　Living people, it’s up to you,

　　 Dead people, I control.

　　 "Can you please one thing?"

"You speak first."

"Help me investigate the cause of my death." The man in black lifted that scarred face, and it looked extraordinarily fierce at this time. "I was doing undercover. Someone betrayed me, otherwise I could catch it alive. Let them go to court together."

The man in black thought of being in the car, and one of them suddenly received a phone call, and then the atmosphere suddenly went wrong. He woke up in advance that he had been exposed, and the two sides began to wrestle in the car, and finally the car drove under the ravine. , Brewing the tragedy of car destruction.

　　 "This seems to be the plot in the criminal investigation film."

　　Zhou Ze sighed after listening to the other party.

　　Undercovering is really not easy.

　　 "Come and have a drink."

　　Zhou Ze raised his wine glass and responded to him.

　　 Then, put down the glass.

　　 "Are you agreed?" the other party asked.

　　 "No, just delay the time and organize the wording of rejection. I'm afraid you and me will be embarrassed."

　　 "............" Men in black.

　　 "I'm sorry, I can't do it. I'm just a bookstore here. In fact, it's a post. I send the souls who should not stay in the sun to hell.

　　I don’t take care of the living things in the sun, and I can’t take care of it. The only thing I can do is do an anonymous letter to help you get it up. No matter what,

　　 I can't do it, and I don't want to do it. "

　　 The man in black was disappointed. He wanted to say something more, but it turned into a sigh, and then he drank the glass of wine.

　　Drinking the ghost just absorbed the alcohol. In fact, it seemed that the wine in the cup had not changed at all. Zhou Ze helped him to pour out the original drink in the cup and continued another drink.

　　 "Drink two more glasses and get you on the road. I wish you a good journey."

　　 If the person is about to die, his words are also good.

　　 What's more, the ghost in front of him is about to be sent to **** by himself. At this time, he doesn't need to write a story to deceive himself.

　　 This is a good policeman,

　　 worth three cups.

　　Zhou Ze pointed to the wine glass,

　　He can only do so much.

　　 In this world, disturbances are happening all the time, and various injustices and tragedies are happening. Zhou Ze cannot manage so much, and he is unwilling to manage.

　　Operating this bookstore well and getting himself on the right track for the second life is what he now thinks about.

　　 "Is there a trial in hell?"

　　The man in black asked Zhou Ze.

　　Zhou Ze heard it, and froze for a moment.

　　 Suddenly he thought of the teacher wearing a high hat, which read "Clothes and beasts".

　　The hat, Zhou Ze tried to help him take it off, but there was no way to do it. The hat was very hard and hard to move at all.

　　 This also means that the Yan Luo Temple of Hell does not seem to be the place where the right and wrong are discerned in the legend. The judges and adults are not all flamboyant and insightful.

　　Most of them may live in vain, and live together.

　　 People are always full of inexplicable expectations for things they don’t understand,

　　 like heaven,

　　 like hell,

　　People always believe that in places they haven't been, there will be better flowers.

　　 This is a kind of mental anesthesia and a kind of self-hypnosis.

　　At least for now,

　　 Hell,

　　 does not seem to be much different from Yang.

　　 But Zhou Ze nodded,

　　 "Yes, everything, in hell, will fall out of the stone."

The man in black stood up, looked at Zhou Ze, and said, "I don't want you to send me an anonymous letter and help me find the body. If you treat yourself as a ghost, I beg you, if you treat yourself as As a living person, as a citizen you have an obligation to cooperate with the actions of our police."

　　The man said a place name,

　　 Qiming Road, Huangjia Town Section.

　　 "Have your body not been found yet?" Zhou Ze was a little surprised.

　　 "Yes, I haven't, so I haven't been able to get a name. Except for the online who knows my identity, the rest of the people think that I have fled with this gang."

"let me try."

　　 Zhou Ze reached out and rubbed his brow,

　　 Trouble,

　　 is really troublesome.

　　 As a new otaku, every day I just want to open a store to do business, and then lie on the white warbler's lap at night and sleep to eat her peeled grapes.

　　 It's really annoying to go out now.

　　 "Please send us down, send us down together, I will also **** them to the magistrate on Huangquan Road, I want to see them brought to justice."

　　 Zhou Ze nodded,

　　 opened the door to hell,

　　 asked at the same time: "Are they traffickers, poisonous?"

　　The man in black shook his head.

　　 "Is that smuggled?"

　　 "It's gambling." The black man said in a deep voice.

　　 "Oh." Zhou Ze was a little puzzled, and it took so much to catch gambling?

　　 "Gambling with people's lives as a bet."

　　The man in black looked at Zhou Ze, and did not go on, because he knew that Zhou Ze was not very interested in this matter.

　　 He grabbed the three imps and walked into the gate of hell.

　　Slightly

　　 The smoke disappeared,

　　Zhou Ze clapped his hands and took a look at his book. The column in the performance table was increased to 20%.

　　 is still 80% complete, but according to the business situation of the new store, it should not take long to be corrected.

　　 picked up the tea cup and prepared to walk to his bar, and continued to shake as his own master Zhou, but found that he didn't know when, he was standing alone behind him.

　　 is Tang poetry,

　　 She still chewed the big white rabbit toffee in her mouth.

　　 "Why didn't you agree to investigate, how interesting?" Tang Shi asked.

　　 "I'm not so busy." Zhou Ze walked back to the bar and sat down.

　　 "Gambling with life as a bet sounds very interesting." Tang Shi continued, "If he is here, he will go and see."

　　 "He is him, I am me."

　　 "Oh, it seems that the business is wrong today, it seems that the tree really moved to the dead." Tang Shi walked to the door and looked at the two female college students who were still sheltering from the rain.

　　 "The rain hasn't stopped."

　　 "You are not staying on it, the next thing is to play with sad wind?" Zhou Ze asked a little unexpectedly.

　　 Tang Shi shook his head,

　　 Then she spread her hands,

　　 A piece of folded paper crane dances gracefully.

　　 "Zhou Ze, do you know that sometimes it is not you who take the initiative to avoid trouble, the trouble will not fall on you."

　　 "But at least it will make the trouble less." Zhou Ze lit a cigarette.

　　 "Nothing happened in the last two days, so I investigated you."

　　 Say it as if you usually do something.

　　In Zhou Ze's view, if you set aside special abilities and the identity of the deceased, Tang poetry is just a vase, and she won't do anything or do nothing.

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　　 "Your eyes, where are you looking?"

　　The ballpoint pen on Zhou Ze's counter floated up and dangled in front of Zhou Ze's eyes, as if he might be poked at any time.

　　 "You wear black silk better than pork silk, it looks much better."

　　Zhou Ze commented.

　　 Tang Shi threw the phone out, and the phone floated in front of Zhou Ze,

　　 Above is a news screenshot,

　　 There was a riot in a prison in Subei prison, one prisoner was killed, and more than a dozen prisoners were injured.

　　 "What do you mean?" Zhou Ze asked looking at the screen.

　　 "How afraid are you." Tang Shi shook his head helplessly, "Don't even the people who drove you to death in a large truck?"

　　Zhou Ze's pupil shrank immediately.

　　 "I didn't make it." Zhou Ze said.

　　 "I know you didn't do it." Tang Shi said, "but he died."

　　 "Unexpected, what if they also like to play peek-a-boo games?"

　　 Zhou Ze shrugged.

　　 Just then, Xu Qinglang came down, he patted his forehead, and said to Zhou Ze:

"Lao Zhou, I'm sorry. I forgot one thing a few days ago. Your uncle visited you in the days when you disappeared, saying that his son, your cousin, died in a car accident and asked you to attend the funeral. Here.

　　 I was thinking about it anyway. You are Zhou Ze, and Xu Le’s relatives have nothing to do with you. In addition, when you were not there at that time, I forgot, this is no, just think about it, just tell you. The funeral should have ended half a month ago. "

　　 Wen Yan,

　　 Zhou Ze's complexion,

　　 finally became serious.

　　 inexplicably,

　　 seems to have a vortex,

　　 has been unconsciously set off.