Chapter 92: Vortex

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Zhou Ze stretched out his hand, and black air continuously coiled around his fingertips to disperse the group of guys who were gnawing on the man in black, but the wisps of black air still engulfed the little ghosts, making it impossible for them to escape.

After that rooftop battle, Zhou Ze found that his grasp of this power seemed to have improved to a higher level.

"Are you a policeman?"

Zhou Ze lowered his head and looked at the man in black lying on the ground whose soul and body were almost damaged.

"What do you think?"

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

But his eyes were firm and piercing.

"I just didn't expect it."

Zhou Ze remembered that the Zhao Ju he saw last time entered his bookstore on the day of the funeral, but neither he nor Xu Qinglang could tell whether he was alive or dead.

think about it

Relieved again.

Zhao Ju is about to retire at that age, and has been working hard in his job for most of his life. He is a bit like Mrs. Bai who went to hell before, with a lot of meritorious deeds.

That kind of person is a special case among special cases.

It's like learning from Lei Feng to do good deeds. It is precisely because Lei Feng is a special case in this society that we need to learn. If everyone is like Lei Feng, is there any need to learn?

"Come in with me."

…………

It was still raining outside. The girl who was sitting in the bookstore copying magazines went out to look at her companion, and found that she had fallen asleep leaning against the hanger. She put a dress on her body, and she didn't go in. Just stay with her outside.

Two female college students who came out to set up stalls to earn money, like the delicate wild flowers in this city, stubborn and strong.

This is an ordinary day for them, going out of the stall, encountering rainy days, sheltering from the rain,

It was impossible for them to know what kind of business the bookstore they took shelter from was doing, nor could they remember that one of them almost made a deal with a ghost just now.

And in the bookstore, Zhou Ze placed some peanut orchid beans, the man in black sat opposite him, and the little ghosts stood beside him, trembling.

"Thank you for hospitality."

The man in black said solemnly.

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

The man raised his head and looked at Zhou Ze. Obviously, he didn't want to.

"They are already dead, and you have also sacrificed. You have already fulfilled all the responsibilities that should be fulfilled. There is no need to insist on taking them away with you because of your obsession.

If something goes wrong halfway, causing their dead souls to escape your control, there will be a few more lonely ghosts in this world, and maybe other troubles will be brewed. "

Zhou Ze explained patiently.

In fact, there is only one central idea.

I respect you,

But respect be respect, work be work,

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

The living are in your charge,

I care about the dead.

"Then can I ask you something?"

"You speak first."

"Help me investigate the cause of my death." The man in black raised his face full of scars, and he looked very ferocious at this moment, "I was working as an undercover agent. Someone betrayed me, otherwise I would be able to catch him alive. Bring them back to justice."

The man in black thought that he was in the car, and one of them suddenly answered a phone call, and the atmosphere suddenly went wrong. He realized in advance that his identity had been exposed, and the two sides started fighting in the car, and finally the car drove into the ravine , Brewing out the tragedy of car crash.

"This seems to be the plot of a criminal investigation film."

After listening to the other party's narration, Zhou Ze sighed.

Being an undercover agent is really not easy.

"Come on, let me toast you."

Zhou Ze raised his wine glass and responded with him.

Then, put down the glass.

"Are you agreeing?" the other party asked.

"No, it's just delaying the time to organize the wording of the refusal, for fear of embarrassing you and me."

"..." The man in black.

"I'm sorry, I can't do it, my place is just a bookstore, in fact, it's a post station, sending the dead souls who shouldn't stay in the world to hell and reincarnation.

The affairs of living people in the world are not in my hands, and it is impossible for me to take care of them. The only thing I can do is to make an anonymous letter to help you deliver it. No matter how many things,

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

The man in black was a little disappointed. He wanted to say something more, but he sighed and drank the glass of wine.

The ghost drank only to absorb the alcohol, but it seemed that the drink in the glass hadn't changed at all. Zhou Ze helped him pour out the original drink in the glass and refilled another glass.

"Drink two more cups, and I will send you on your way. I wish you a good journey."

When a person is about to die, his words are also kind.

What's more, the ghost in front of him is about to be sent to hell by him. At this time, he doesn't need to make up stories to deceive himself.

It's a good cop,

Worth three glasses.

Zhou Ze pointed to the wine glass,

There is only so much he can do.

In this world, disturbances are happening all the time, and various injustices and tragedies are happening. Zhou Ze can't control so much, and he doesn't want to.

.

Running this bookstore well and getting his second life on the right track is what he thinks about now.

"In hell, there are judges, right?"

The man in black asked Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze was taken aback when he heard this.

He suddenly thought of the teacher wearing a tall hat with the words "beast in clothes" written on it.

Zhou Ze tried to help him take off that hat, but he couldn't do it at all. The hat was very iron and hard, so he couldn't move it at all.

This also means that the Hall of Yama in Hell does not seem to be the place to distinguish right from wrong in the legends, and not all the judges have sharp eyes and insight into everything.

Most of them may just muddle along in a muddleheaded way, muddling along.

People are always full of inexplicable expectations for things they don't understand.

like heaven,

like hell,

People always believe that there will be better floral fragrances in places they have never been to.

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

At least for now,

hell,

It seems that there is not much difference from Yangjian.

But Zhou Ze still nodded,

"Yes, everything, in hell, will come to light."

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

The man named a place,

Qiming Road, Huangjiazhen section.

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

"Yes, not yet, so I haven't been certified yet. Except for the upline who knows my identity, everyone else thinks that I have absconded with this gang."

"let me try."

Zhou Ze stretched out his hand and rubbed the space between his brows,

Trouble,

It's really troublesome.

As a new otaku, he only thinks about opening a shop every day to start a business, and at night, he sleeps on Bai Yingying's lap and eats the grapes she peeled.

It's really annoying to go out now.

"Please send us down, send us down together, on Huangquan Road, I will escort them to the judge, and I will see them brought to justice with my own eyes."

Zhou Ze nodded,

opened the gates of hell,

At the same time, he asked: "Are they selling,,,, drugs?"

The man in black shook his head.

"Is that smuggled?"

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

"Oh." Zhou Ze was a little puzzled, did it take so much effort to catch gambling?

"Gambling with life as a bet."

The man in black looked at Zhou Ze, but didn't continue, because he knew that Zhou Ze was not very interested in this matter.

He grabbed the three little ghosts and walked into the gate of hell together.

Shaoqing,

vanished,

Zhou Ze clapped his hands, took out his notebook and looked at it, and the column of the performance table had increased to 20%.

There is still 80% completion, but judging from the business situation of the new store, it shouldn't take long to become regular.

Picking up the teacup, she was about to walk to her own bar, and continue to sway to be her own master Zhou, but found that at some point, there was a person standing behind her.

It is Tang poetry,

She was still chewing the big white rabbit toffee.

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

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

"Gambling with life as a bet sounds quite interesting." Tang Shi continued, "If he was here, he would go and have a look."

"He is him and I am me."

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

"The rain hasn't stopped."

"You don't stay up there, come down just to play sentimental?" Zhou Ze asked with some surprise.

Tang Shi shook his head,

Then she spread her hands,

A thousand origami cranes folded from a piece of paper dance lightly, lifelike.

"Zhou Ze, do you know that sometimes you don't take the initiative to avoid trouble, and trouble won't fall on you."

"But at least it will save a little trouble." Zhou Ze lit a cigarette.

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

Say it like you usually have something to do.

In Zhou Ze's view, if the special ability and the identity of the deceased are put aside, Tang Shi is just a vase, who knows nothing and is unwilling to do anything.

In addition to good-looking legs,

Can play for a year.

"Where are your eyes looking?"

The ballpoint pen on Zhou Ze's counter floated up and dangled in front of Zhou Ze's eyes, as if it might poke him blind at any moment.

"You look much better in black silk than in pork silk."

Zhou Ze commented.

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

Above is a news screenshot,

A riot broke out in a prison in Subei Prison. One prisoner was killed and more than ten prisoners were injured.

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

"How afraid of trouble are you?" Tang Shi shook her head helplessly, "You don't even know the person who drove you to death with a big truck?"

Zhou Ze's pupils shrank immediately.

"I didn't do it." Zhou Ze said.

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

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

Zhou Ze shrugged.

At this moment, Xu Qinglang came down, patted his forehead, and said to Zhou Ze:

"Old Zhou, I'm sorry, I forgot something a few days ago. Your uncle came to you when you disappeared, and said that his son, your cousin, died in a car accident and asked you to attend the funeral. coming.

At that time, I was thinking that you are Zhou Ze anyway, and Xu Le's relatives have nothing to do with you, and you were not there at that time, so I forgot, no, just remembered, I will tell you. The funeral should have been half a month ago, so it ended early. "

heard that,

Zhou Ze's face,

Finally got serious.

Inexplicably,

It's like there's a vortex,

It has been lifted unconsciously.

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