Chapter 268 Return! (Part 1)

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The money belongs to Lao Dao, and he can spend it however he wants. Zhou Ze didn't say anything, and he was not qualified to say anything.

After all, although Lao Dao was his subordinate employee, he had never received a penny of salary from him. Sometimes when he followed Zhou Ze on a "business trip", Lao Dao had to pay some money himself.

Moreover, it was useless to talk too much with Lao Dao about ungrateful people or whether it was worth it.

He was a man who lived to the age of seventy. What kind of storms had he not experienced in his travels?

What kind of people had he not met in the three religions?

He was not the kind of old man or old woman who believed in the award scam and wanted to get a bargain. Perhaps, people themselves were like a mirror in their hearts and were actually confused.

After Lao Dao finished transferring money one by one, Zhou Ze pushed Lao Dao's wheelchair and took him back to the bookstore. When Lao Dao passed by a convenience store on the way, he bought some snacks for Monkey.

After returning to the bookstore, Zhou Ze washed and disinfected his hands, put on a white coat, and checked the physical conditions of Lao Dao, Lao Xu, Bai Yingying and others one by one. When he finished, it was already evening.

He took off his white coat, took a long breath, and went into the bathroom to wash his face.

Afraid, of course.

That night a week ago, he almost became a "lonely person". His previous life was basically burned to ashes. He finally lived a rhythm again in this life, but that old man almost made his life "start from scratch".

Feeling the stimulation of cold water on his face, Zhou Ze shook his head, picked up the towel, and prepared to wipe his face.

But at this moment, Zhou Ze saw a black shadow appear in the mirror, and the towel in Zhou Ze's hand fell instantly.

Turning around, there was no one behind him.

Turning back again, the black shadow in the mirror disappeared.

It was not an illusion, nor could it be an illusion. Zhou Ze was now very confident in his "big heart". He was not so fragile as to be suspicious.

Pushing open the door of the bathroom, before he walked out, a familiar and old voice came from the bathroom:

"Are you looking for me?"

Zhou Ze did not turn back this time, but slightly turned sideways and said:

"Yes."

He,

Sure enough, he was not dead.

The one in his body was right, he was not dead,

he appeared again.

Zhou Ze was a little surprised. He originally thought that even if the one in his body could not completely kill him, he could at least ensure that he would not appear again in a short time. Who would have thought that only a week had passed, and he really "haunted" and came back again.

However, this time, it seemed a little different.

That night, when he faced this old man, he could clearly sense the extreme obsession emanating from him, but this time, the other party seemed a little too clean and pure, as if he had been purified.

Originally it was a jar of old vinegar, but now it is a pool of clear water.

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

The one in his body can only leave a sentence "he is not dead yet" and fall asleep again, which is enough to prove his specialness. Otherwise, with the characteristics of that person, he will definitely cut the grass and eradicate it.

He disdains to cause too much trouble. Even if he is still repairing it, the second breath of "I am the most awesome in the world" is almost over the top. He doesn't care about anyone at all, and he is even more ignorant of being a human than the monkey in "Journey to the West".

"You killed me, so I thought about coming to see you, but it's a bit strange. You don't seem to be surprised that I am not dead."

"You are really like a sticky candy." Zhou Ze said helplessly.

"Haha." The old man laughed, 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 bookstore. He seemed to be waiting for Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze walked over and pushed open the door of the bookstore.

"I died a long time ago. I was dead before you killed me." The old man said calmly.

He was still wearing a green coat, and his feet were stained with muddy Liberation shoes. He looked a little cramped, and his face seemed to be born with a kind of honesty and shyness.

But it was such an old man,

a week ago,

almost killed everyone in the bookstore except Zhou Ze.

If Zhou Ze was just an ordinary ghost messenger, perhaps all this would not be changed.

Zhou Ze walked out of the bookstore.

"I'm already dead."

"Yeah." Zhou Ze said, he saw the old man being killed with his own eyes.

"Haha, I'm really dead."

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

Zhou Ze looked back at the bookstore, he was hesitating whether this was a tiger away from the mountain.

But after a moment, Zhou Ze still followed.

The old man's appearance this time gave him a very different feeling. Moreover, he didn't need to lure the tiger away from the mountain. He could suddenly appear in the bathroom where he was. This meant that if the old man really still had the ability to "kill", whether he was in the bookstore or not, Xu Qinglang and Bai Yingying would not be able to get any guarantee of safety.

Some things

, after all, need to be asked and understood.

It is impossible for Zhou Ze to live the life in a detective novel in the future. Everyone in the bookstore must live, eat, sleep and travel together and cannot be separated, otherwise the murderer may take advantage of him.

Days like that are too tiring,

And it's not realistic either.

A bus stopped. Some people got off, but more people got on. This was South Street, the city center, and there was already a lot of people, especially now that we were still stuck at the end of get off work.

The old man turned around, glanced at Zhou Ze, smiled, and got in the car.

Zhou Ze also got into the car, threw two coins in, and walked in. His eyes were fixed on the old man. He wanted to know what medicine the old man was selling this time.

There were many people in the car, but Zhou Ze stood there like the old man.

"That night, I lost. The one inside you was so powerful." The old man said calmly, as if he could take it up and let it go.

"But... no matter how powerful you are, you can't kill me." The old man said. There was no trace of pride in his words. He calmly seemed to be just stating a fact.

He doesn't look like a person anymore,

It really doesn’t feel like a person.

The old man who likes to talk about great principles, likes to think he is enlightened, and likes to put himself on the moral high ground in everything,

The person in front of me now, and the person who appeared a week ago,

It's basically like two people.

"What the hell are you?"

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

Obviously, Zhou Ze discovered some abnormalities and seemed to understand something.

old man,

It seems that he is not alone.

"What am I?" The old man pointed at himself, "I am something that although dead, still continues to exist.

My appearance was an accident, so accidental that I even forgot how I appeared.

My ending has happened many times, including the last ending in your hands. After so many times, I also forgot when it was the real ending.

This is not to show off, nor to show off. I am tired myself, but every time I die, I can come back, and I will come back sooner or later.

certainly,

Maybe the next time I come back, it won't be like this. "

The bus stopped at the next stop, and a group of people got on.

An old woman who was about ten years old got into the car, walked inside, and stopped in front of Zhou Ze.

The car started to start again and the cabin 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 at the girl in front of her and said.

The girl seemed to have heard 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 felt that it was not good not to give up her seat to the old woman, so she pretended not to see it.

There was a plastic bag next to the girl, which contained the work clothes of a nearby mall salesperson. She must have just returned home from work after standing all day, and she was very tired.

"Hey, are you talking to me?"

The old woman reached out and pulled the girl's hair.

The girl opened her eyes, a little confused. She seemed not to have expected the old woman to be so direct.

"Do you know what politeness is?

Do you understand what it means to respect the elderly and cherish the young?

I'm so old, but when I come to you, you still pretend to be sleeping and can't see me. Isn't it interesting?

There are no elderly people in your family.

Didn't your family teach you how to be a good person when you were a child? "

The girl's face suddenly turned red from suppressing it, but she still got up, stood up, and moved away from her position.

Like a victorious rooster, the old woman sat down with her head held high and began to knead her calves, but her mouth still didn't say:

"I am educating you on behalf of your parents and teaching you how to behave.

You're not married yet, so I'm helping your future in-laws teach you.

Today’s young people,

Not one of them knows what politeness means, nor what it means to respect the elderly and care for the young. How can this society continue like this? "

Many people in the car looked at her, and the girl standing next to her blushed even more.

When the bus arrived at the next stop, the girl got out of the bus as if running away. Her eyes were red, and she had obviously been restraining her urge to cry.

"Ah."

Seeing the girl get off the bus, the old woman seemed to have not had enough, and she felt quite disappointed.

The bus starts again,

Zhou Ze suddenly found that the old man was missing. Where had he gone?

Zhou Ze swore that he had been staring at the old man just now, but he seemed to have disappeared in an instant.

He hasn't finished speaking yet,

Just trick yourself into getting on the bus and it’s over?

No beginning or end,

What on earth was he going to say.

"Hello."

The old man's voice sounded.

Zhou Zexun looked over at the sound card and found that it was coming from the old woman.

At this moment,

The old woman turned her face and looked out the car window.

And her sparse hair also spread out,

The old man's wrinkled face was revealed on the back of his head.

The old man is laughing,

Showing a set of old yellow teeth,

He smiled happily,

Smiling heartily,

At the same time he said:

"Now I know,

Why am I not dead yet? "

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