Midnight Bookstore

Under Zhou Ze's fingernails, the female ghost's soul was damaged and even started to become transparent and unreal.

She was in pain, she was in pain, and she was pitiful. However, for Zhou Ze, he could try to get someone else to do his dirty work, but he could not let her leave this hospital, much less let her leave his sight and control.

Now, she did not treat it as a knife. She could only send her to where she needed to go.

The Gates of h.e.l.l opened.

Zhou Ze grabbed the female ghost's shoulder with one hand and tossed her inside. After being severely injured by his nails, the female ghost had no way of resisting.

Clapping his hands, Zhou Ze took out his identification book. It was 25%.

This female ghost's profit was quite high. It was not because Zhou Ze had pushed the boat along the way, but because this female ghost was a monster that had been born from the resentment of many people on this street.

Unfortunately, she was not as cruel as he had imagined. The typical style and ident.i.ty did not match.

Zhou Ze leaned on his walking stick and started to walk out. He did not want to stay here any longer. He did not want to stay in this place that made even a ghost like him feel uncomfortable and depressed.

The old Daoist priest followed them. When they reached the entrance of the street, the old Daoist priest subconsciously turned back to look. There were quite a few similar small hospitals and clinics here. Of course, there were also many open s.p.a.ces hidden in the corners.

This was the human world.

It was more like the incinerator of h.e.l.l.

In the invisible sky, there seemed to be chimneys rising from the ground, and smoke drifted in the air. Those who were lying in bed and waiting for death were sent to the ashes in the incinerator.

"Boss, are you going back to the bookstore?" the old Daoist asked.

Zhou Ze nodded.

"Boss, it's not worth getting angry over that. It's fine as long as you let it go. That female ghost is actually quite pitiful. At least, she's a good mother."

"This is what makes me sad."

"Boss, you said that the poor must have something to hate. I don't agree with that. I think she did the right thing. Since she's going to die anyway, she might as well sell herself before she dies to save some income for her family. It's human nature. Although human lives cannot be sold, when the time comes, it's understandable to use up all the remaining value.

Besides, what she did did did not hurt anyone. It was a matter of mutual consent. "

"Old Daoist, have you been arrested by the police before?" Zhou Ze suddenly asked.

"Er, there were a few times because…"

"Have you been caught?"

"Er, that's not the case. I was lucky, but sometimes, I was afraid. After all, I'm already so old. Even though I did it to care for those women who had lost their footing, I was afraid of being misunderstood.

"You know, in this world, if you want to do something, especially something good, you will easily be criticized."

"Then do you think it's right or wrong to sweep the floor?"

"Well…" The old Daoist priest did not know how to answer.

"According to your logic, the young lady did it voluntarily. They needed money, and then you needed money as well. Both parties took what they needed, so why should the police interfere?

The old Daoist did not know how to retort.

"Even if you think of yourself as free and open to the United States, apart from Nevada, which is adjacent to Los Angeles, prost.i.tution and prost.i.tution are illegal in other states.

The law was actually the last moral compa.s.s in society.

It looked like they were both taking what they needed, but if it was legalized or sunny, do you know how many gangs of prost.i.tutes would be created? Many women would even be forced into prost.i.tution. In an illegal environment, there were many cases of forced prost.i.tution.

India is a country that advocates the legal sale of y, so you should understand the strong j rates in India. "

"These are two things…" the old Daoist priest explained.

"Two things?"

Zhou Ze smiled.

He pointed at the street behind him and continued,

"This is only the tip of the iceberg that we have seen. Do you know that at the beginning, the flame of sin was probably just a flame? There were moths that were willing to come up and the flame was willing to burn it. The moths made their own choice.

However, as the fire grew bigger, it was no longer satisfied with just burning the moths that flew toward it. It would burn the nearby houses

In the end, were the moths that were feeding the flame also one of the culprits?

When this industry began to mature and expand, who could guarantee that there would not be a bloodier and more exciting way to gamble? In fact, when there were not enough voluntary moths, those who were addicted to this game, those who were used to earning huge sums of money from this game, would not force and half force them to find new chips to continue this game?

Half a year later.

A year later.

Three years later.

This increasingly large and mature black business had captured an innocent man and created some conditions to carry out a similar death gamble.

Does that person have the right to scold those idiots who joined this game for money and resources? "

The old Daoist priest smacked his lips. He felt that what his boss said made sense, but he still felt that something was wrong. He braced himself and retorted,

"Boss, I think the real culprit is the Zhuang family."

"During an avalanche, not a single snowflake is innocent."

When he returned to the bookstore, the sky was already dark. As he was not in a good mood, Zhou Ze walked back and spent a lot of time.

The bookstore's door was open, and Tang s.h.i.+ sat behind the bar while a man and woman sat there, reading.

"Where's Bai Yingying?" Zhou Ze asked.

"She went up to play games. I helped her watch for a while. She's been watching for the whole day," Tang s.h.i.+ said nonchalantly.

Zhou Ze was speechless. It seemed like he had to limit the gaming time of that internet-addicted girl. She actually dared to let Tang s.h.i.+ manage the shop. Wasn't she afraid that if something really happened, there would be a bloodbath in the bookstore?

"You guys have been out for quite a while. By the way, where's the old Daoist priest?" Tang s.h.i.+ asked curiously when she saw that the old Daoist priest did not follow Zhou Ze back to the bookstore.

"I went to the police station to report," Zhou Ze replied.

"What would you like to drink? A c.o.c.ktail?"

"You know how to adjust?"

Tang s.h.i.+ did not say anything and started to mix the drinks. Her movements were quick and practiced. Soon, a c.o.c.ktail was placed in front of Zhou Ze.

"Try it."

Zhou Ze raised his gla.s.s and took a sip before nodding.

"Not bad."

"Thank you." Tang s.h.i.+ sat back in her chair, reading a book called Origin of h.e.l.l.

"This book is from the bookstore?" Zhou Ze did not have much of an impression of this book, and there was no label for the publisher.

"His books are fantasy books from his soph.o.m.ore year. They can be used as entertainment to pa.s.s the time.

Zhou Ze walked up the stairs with his drink. Just as he pushed open the bedroom door, he saw Bai Yingying, who was wearing headphones at the computer desk, talking excitedly, as if she was arguing with her teammates.

The other party did not seem to know that she was a woman at first. They only realized it when they were arguing, and they seemed to have said something else.

"Hehe, you want me to play with you?"

Bai Yingying did not know that Zhou Ze was already standing behind her. She lowered her voice and said coyly,

"Little brother sleeps with a corpse? The kind that can cry.

Go sleep with your mother, Sabi. I'm old enough to be your great-grandmother! "

Then, Bai Yingying took off her earpiece and tossed it on the table in disdain. She leaned back slightly, and one of her legs was resting on it. Her other hand naturally took out a pack of ladies' cigarettes from her pocket. She knocked the cigarette on the table skillfully before putting it into her mouth. Her fingers brushed against it, and sparks flew as she lit the cigarette.

"This lighting method is not bad," Zhou Ze said. "Can you teach me?"

"Ask your mom to teach me. I don't have time…"

As Bai Yingying spoke, she suddenly took a deep breath and quickly extinguished the cigarette in her hand. Then, she stood up, lowered her head, and greeted Zhou Ze in a soft voice.

"Boss, you're back."

Zhou Ze sat down on the chair before Bai Yingying. The chair was still warm. He took out a cigarette from the box and lit it. It was a lady's cigarette. He took a puff and frowned slightly. This type of lady's cigarette was too bland for Zhou Ze.

"Did you have a hard time holding it in?"

Zhou Ze turned to look at the female corpse.

He did not know when it started, but he was used to Bai Yingying obediently staying by his side.

He seemed to have forgotten the fear and terror that Bai Yingying had brought to him and Xu Qinglang when she woke up in the bookstore for the first time. Zhou Ze was also in a daze. Which was the real her?

"That's not it. Boss, don't misunderstand. In front of you, Yingying really only knows how to rely on others. Boss, you should know it yourself.

You're considered a zombie, and your bloodline is much higher than mine. "

Zhou Ze narrowed his eyes and said,

"But in my previous life, I was just a doctor, just a normal person. I've always been curious about one thing—I've already died once, and I've changed my body. If it's just a bloodline issue, it should be eliminated. Otherwise, there's only one explanation left—Xu Le was a zombie, but that doesn't make sense.

"Boss, my wife told me that there were some zombies, and he…"

At that moment, Zhou Ze's phone rang. He picked up his phone and signaled for Bai Yingying to pause for a moment.

It was the old Daoist priest. The two of them had walked back together, but Zhou Ze had given the old Daoist priest some notes to burn before going to the police station to call the police.

"Hey, did you call the police?" Zhou Ze asked.

"Boss, I… I didn't dare to report…" the old Daoist priest stammered.

"Didn't you burn the ghost money? You only partic.i.p.ated in the gamble and turned yourself in. If you burn the ghost money, you won't even be detained. At most, you can give a statement."

"No… No, boss… I'm at the police station. There are a lot of reporters here. I heard that half an hour ago, someone reported that all the nurses, doctors, and patients in a hospital were killed. It seems like… it's the hospital we went to before."

Boss, I can't do this. No matter how much money I burn, it's useless. If I surrender myself, the police will definitely take me as the prime suspect. "

"Everyone is dead?"

Zhou Ze frowned slightly. That shouldn't be the case. When he left, the doctors and nurses were just lying there in a coma. They were fine. He would probably wake up soon.

"It is indeed that hospital." The old Daoist priest lowered his voice and said, "I just asked a reporter and he told me."

"How is that possible? We left not long ago."

"Boss…" The old Daoist asked nervously," Didn't you think it was weird before? Why didn't the female ghost kill or take revenge? "

"What are you trying to say?"

"I was wondering if there were two ghosts, but one of them was hidden."