Chapter 72: The Second Dead

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"Okay, the transcript is ready, you can go."

A young policeman closed his notebook and smiled at Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze nodded, stood up, and was about to leave.

At this time, the middle-aged policeman who was sitting next to the young policeman and accompanied him to take notes suddenly asked:

"Mr. Xu, where is your bookstore open, is the business going well?"

"Not so much." Zhou Ze replied honestly.

Many people have asked him this question. They asked about business with living people, and Zhou Ze naturally answered with business with living people.

"Then why do you continue to choose to open this store there?" asked the middle-aged policeman.

"I'm a door-to-door son-in-law. My husband's family is very rich. Those who don't lack money just pass the time."

The middle-aged policeman froze for a moment, then nodded, raised his hand and said, "You can leave now, and we will notify you if there is anything else you need to consult."

"my pleasure."

Zhou Ze left the interrogation room.

The young policeman turned the pen in his hand and said, "Captain Sun, this guy is quite interesting."

Yes, it does take a lot of courage to speak out directly about Gao Pan, frankly admitting that he is just fooling around.

"Go and watch the interrogation in other places." The middle-aged policeman stood up and glanced at Zhou Zeli's back. He always felt that the young man sitting in front of him gave him a thorn in his back. Feel.

During the interrogation, the policeman should be a cobra, and the interrogated person in front of him is the prey. The poisonous snake wants to break through the opponent's defense in the fastest and most accurate way in order to get the truth of the matter.

But just now, he had an illusion that his cobra, in the eyes of the other party, was like an ornamental object in the bamboo basket of an Indian entertainer that would dance with the sound of the flute.

People don't seem to care about this at all.

…………

"Come out?" Xu Qinglang also finished the transcript and came out just now, "What a pity, I have to go to the police station to take the transcript in the middle of the night.

Also, that young policeman was so annoying. He asked me my gender three times. Is there something wrong with his mind? Can't he tell my gender? "

Zhou Ze glanced at Xu Qinglang,

Xindao: What do you look like? Don't you have any clues in your mind?

Zhou Ze and Xu Qinglang are both shop owners, and they witnessed the falling process, so they need to make a record, but there is basically nothing else, and the other members of the Horror Story Lovers Association are regarded as the focus by the police Object of doubt, this is also the proper meaning in the question.

"By the way, who do you think is the murderer?" Xu Qinglang asked, smoking a cigarette.

At this time, the sun was coming out, and it was already morning.

"This is not something we need to care about. The police will investigate and solve the case." Zhou Ze said very calmly.

"Hey, don't be so negative, okay?

Didn't you watch Sherlock Holmes or Detective Conan as a kid? "

Everyone has more or less a little bit of detective dreams and detective plots in their hearts.

That kind of peeling away the layers of fog to find the truth, and finally like the magician Liu Qian, he opened his hands in an exaggerated way and shouted "the next is the moment to witness the miracle",

It can definitely hit the g-spot of many people.

"I'm not interested in people."

"We still have to play tricks." Xu Qinglang sarcastically said.

"Yes, what a ghost." Zhou Ze took out his mobile phone and started to hail a taxi. At the same time, he said, "Do you still remember what color clothes the dead woman was wearing when she jumped off the building?"

"White."

"What happens after you fall?"

"It's red." Xu Qinglang shrugged, "It seems to be stained red with blood, alas, how pitiful."

"After landing, she was wearing a red skirt." Zhou Ze reminded, "Don't paralyze yourself with blood-stained routines."

Xu Qinglang nodded silently, then stretched out his hand to touch the tip of his nose, and said, "You mean, is there any secret behind this incident, isn't it just an accident or murder?"

"I don't know, but I really hope it's because of this. The ghost I met before is already a very powerful character. If I can really meet a ghost that can cause accidents and people's death, it will be a great harvest. .”

This kind of ghost, one is worth dozens, right?

The performance of sending it to hell can also be compared to ten or even more, right?

"Are you thinking too complicatedly? By the way, I forgot to mention this. I didn't remind the police that the clothes were white at first." Xu Qinglang clapped his hands and said, "Maybe the key to solving the case lies in the color of the clothes." In terms of changes, the murderer must have devised some extremely ingenious..."

"Are you possessed by Agatha Christie or Conan Doyle?" Zhou Ze asked.

"No." Xu Qinglang looked at Zhou Ze resentfully, "Old Zhou, I found that you are getting more and more boring, and I would cooperate with others before."

"not in the mood."

"Then shall we go back now?"

"yes."

"Go back to catch ghosts?"

"Play pen fairy."

"Why are you so childish."

"Have you heard of... fishing law enforcement?"

………………

The bookstore is not blocked, but the bookstore

Many police cordons were set up on the periphery, and many police officers wandered around searching for clues.

In this way, the bookstore, which had no business of living people, seemed even more quiet.

Zhou Ze asked Bai Yingying to buy a set of Bixian equipment, directly searched for sellers in Tongcheng on Taobao, and then asked Bai Yingying to take a taxi there to pick up the goods.

The paper is laid out,

A lot of things that I don't know if they are useful or not are placed aside.

Xu Qinglang squatted beside him, watching Zhou Ze busy, and said helplessly, "Actually, I have a few ways to call back souls here, which seem to be more effective than this game."

Zhou Ze shook his head and said, "It's not the same."

"What's the difference?"

"Last night, I didn't sense anything coming." Zhou Ze looked at Xu Qinglang, "Did you sense it?"

"Did anything come over last night?"

Xu Qinglang recalled in Xu Qinglang's mind the picture of those people sliding their pens towards Zhou Ze when they were playing with Pen Fairy.

"That's just a coincidence. Didn't the overseas Chinese say that their activities last night were to pave the way for the confession, so it should be that someone among them deliberately pointed at the location behind you, that is, the building. of you."

"The analysis is very good." Zhou Ze stretched out his hand, lifted the paper on the floor, then touched the tile with his fingernails, and said, "Is this also intentional?"

Xu Qinglang's eyes widened immediately,

On the tiled floor, there was actually a dent less than half a meter away, which might not have been found if you were standing.

Zhou Ze took out a pen, put the nib on the groove, and slid it in this direction. He and Xu Qinglang also turned around slowly in this direction.

Subsequently,

where the fingertip points,

It was Bai Yingying who was sitting behind the counter playing Glory of the Dead, where Zhou Ze was sitting last night.

Zhou Ze dropped the pen and looked at Xu Qinglang.

It is not so difficult to make a small groove on the tile.

Xu Qinglang said in disbelief: "No way, could it be that something was really summoned last night? Why didn't you and I see it?"

"The last time Director Zhao came over, did we see that he was dead?

The last time Faceless Girl came here in disguise, did we see her true identity? "

"This..." Xu Qinglang.

Zhou Ze silently spread out the paper again, and then picked up the pen, "Tell me, is it okay to invite the pen fairy in my capacity?"

Strictly speaking, Zhou Ze is a ghost messenger. He is different from the people in the Horror Story Lovers Association last night.

"I don't know, but what I want to know is, did you notice something was wrong when you were sitting there watching the play last night?" Xu Qinglang pointed to Zhou Ze and asked.

Zhou Ze nodded,

"Although I didn't feel any special fluctuations, and I didn't see anything I shouldn't see, but when they pushed the pen in my direction, I felt some throbbing in my heart, as if I was stared at by something. .”

"Then why didn't you tell them beforehand!"

Xu Qinglang grabbed Zhou Ze's collar directly,

"You feel something is wrong, it can make you feel throbbing!

Why don't you stop and remind them when they say they're going to play that damn adventure game or confession game in the back building! "

Zhou Ze stretched out his hand, didn't push Xu Qinglang away and grabbed his hand, but wiped the saliva sprayed on his face when Xu Qinglang roared angrily, then he looked at Xu Qinglang:

"What does it have to do with me?"

Yes,

What does it have to do with me?

Letting go of Zhou Ze, Xu Qinglang took two steps back. He suddenly felt that the person in front of him was a little strange.

"They are consuming in my store, and according to industrial and commercial regulations, I am naturally obliged to ensure their safety when reading or having a tea party in my store.

But since they have left my shop, what happens next has nothing to do with me? "

"You were not like this before." Xu Qinglang murmured.

"What we need to do now is not to lament the past, nor to lament what is right and wrong, but to find that hidden thing and send it to hell."

"Are you passionate about this?"

"This is performance. Didn't you always mock me for having no goals in life?"

"You..." Xu Qinglang licked his lips, "Okay, you can check slowly, I won't serve you anymore."

Xu Qinglang waved his hand and walked out of the bookstore angrily.

Bai Yingying came out with tea at this time, a little surprised and said:

"Boss, did you quarrel with Xu Meiren?"

Zhou Ze didn't answer, but squatted down silently, continued to look at the groove, and continued to look at the drawing of the pen fairy in front of him.

"Boss, I'll go play games first." Bai Yingying put the tea beside Zhou Ze, stuck out her tongue, and ran to the next door.

She didn't notice that Zhou Ze, who was squatting on the ground looking at the pen fairy's drawing, was dripping with sweat on his forehead, and at the same time, he was holding his left chest tightly with one hand.

damn it

Be sure to find that guy as soon as possible,

Otherwise someone will die,

damn it

Why is it so painful!

When Bai Yingying walked into the noodle shop, Xu Qinglang was sitting there smoking a cigarette. Seeing her come in, Xu Qinglang said directly:

"Is something wrong with your boss these two days?"

"

I think he's back to normal. "Bai Yingying sat down and turned on the computer.

"Because it's back to normal?" Xu Qinglang said "hehe" twice, "Didn't you see that someone fell to his death in front of the two of us yesterday, but he actually stood there and wiped his face with a tissue!"

"That person fell to his death, right? Can he be saved if he doesn't wipe his face?"

Bai Yingying entered the game with disdain, "He was an experienced doctor in his previous life, and he can tell at a glance whether he can be saved. Instead of running over and yelling that it's useless, it's better to wipe his face clean first."

"Hey, I said you actually sided with him? Are you still human!"

"We're both really not human."

"Hey!"

at this time,

The computer screen flickered suddenly, then went black,

Another blackout.

"Crack, clap, clap!"

Bai Yingying thumped the keyboard fiercely, "My old lady landed at 98k!"

Xu Qinglang who was sitting there smoking a cigarette immediately ran out of the store,

look up,

looking at the sky,

at this time,

By the window on the fifth floor,

There was a man in white standing there.

Many policemen around are desperately calling and using walkie-talkies to call colleagues in the building to stop it quickly, while a middle-aged police chief is yelling:

"Why did people go up to the scene of the crime? What are you doing for food?"

"Snapped!"

The dull and familiar landing sound,

Xu Qinglang stood where he was,

Staring blankly at the man falling from the sky,

everything,

It seemed exactly the same as last night.

He subconsciously closed his eyes,

at this very moment,

Human life is like making dumplings,

one by one,

It is worthless.

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