Midnight Bookstore

When Zhou Ze and the elderly Daoist walked out of the hospital, Bai Yingying happened to hail a taxi. She wore a pair of blue jeans and a white sweater, looking very youthful and beautiful.

Even though she had been asleep for two hundred years, she was still in her twenties.

"Boss," Bai Yingying greeted Zhou Ze across the road.

"That's why it's so easy to create trouble in the wild." The old Daoist sniffed. He looked at the white oriole that was walking down the road and sighed. "The family sure is sensible."

It was clear now that the culprit was most likely a zombie, and there was a domestic zombie inside the bookstore—Bai Yingying.

The old Daoist priest had seen Bai Yingying in charge of cleaning and greeting customers with his own eyes. After she was done with work, she had to sleep with her boss. She was truly the most dedicated employee of the New Era.

"Boss, is it serious?" Bai Yingying walked over and asked. She knew that if the situation was not so bad, the boss would not have called her.

Zhou Ze looked at the old Daoist priest. "Tell her about the situation." Then, Zhou Ze flagged down a taxi and everyone got in.

The car arrived at the villa district. The three of them got off the car and walked directly towards the villa where w.a.n.g Ke was.

He pressed the doorbell, and in next to no time, w.a.n.g Ke opened the door and gestured for Zhou Ze and the others to enter.

"The soup will be ready soon. Let's drink it together. We can't lose our health while working."

"I agree with you."

The old Daoist priest could not contain his joy. He had only eaten half of his supper, but he had no choice but to pay the bill and follow Zhou Ze back to the hospital. His stomach was still not full.

Everyone sat down in the living room, and w.a.n.g Ke carried a tray over with four bowls of meat soup. Zhou Ze, the old Daoist, and Bai Yingying each had a bowl in front of them, and he himself carried one.

The meat soup was very pure. It was sprinkled with green onions and a few drops of sesame oil. There were two or three pieces of meat in each bowl. The old Daoist priest didn't stand on ceremony. He picked it up and started eating. He ate to his heart's content.

Seeing the old Daoist priest gulping down the soup, Zhou Ze sat at the side and shook his head slightly. For some reason, he felt nauseous. The soup in front of him had not moved at all, but the nausea was extremely strong.

The whiteingale did not eat, and neither did the soup in front of her.

"Ha, how satisfying!"

The old Daoist priest wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Seeing that Zhou Ze did not move his chopsticks, he said in surprise,

"Boss, drink some to warm yourself up."

"I'm not hungry. You eat," Zhou Ze said.

"How can I accept that?" The old Daoist tried to reject the offer.

"Eat, don't waste it."

As he spoke, Zhou Ze brought the bowl of meat soup that was originally placed in front of Bai Yingying to the old Daoist priest.

"Haha, then I won't refuse. Mr. w.a.n.g's culinary skills are amazing."

The old Daoist priest continued to gorge himself.

Zhou Ze felt that he couldn't watch any longer, so he could only stand up and look at w.a.n.g Ke. "Let's talk about the case."

w.a.n.g Ke nodded, put down the bowl and chopsticks in his hand, stood up, and gestured for Zhou Ze to follow him into the study.

There was a lot of information on the desk in the study.

"Here, these are the pictures that have just been sent. The dissected bodies are fine, but there are a few bodies that haven't been dissected in time that have undergone an abnormal change. The bodies have turned into pus, and there are some reactions that are impossible for the dead.

"For example, suddenly sitting up on a stretcher, and someone heard the sound of footsteps coming from inside. When I received the news, I immediately thought of you."

w.a.n.g Ke placed a stack of photos in front of Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze asked as he flipped through the photos,

"Any other clues?"

Zhou Ze knew everything that happened in the picture. He had personally experienced it just now.

"The police investigated the ident.i.ties of all the victims. Actually, there were not many accidents. The victims were mostly related to the hospital, and because of that, the police thought that this was a revenge. The murderer did such a crazy thing to get revenge.

Now, the police had their eyes on the suspects who had a medical dispute with this hospital. However, this was really surprising. This hospital was not investigated, and with such a serious incident, some things could not be hidden.

Gambling, using human lives as a gamble. This is really surprising. "

w.a.n.g Ke stretched out his hand to support his gla.s.ses while he started to spin the fountain pen in his hand.

"What else?" Zhou Ze continued to ask.

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"That's it. If we want to lock onto the killer's ident.i.ty, we have to first capture the entire underground black industrial chain. Then, from those who lost in gambling, we have to choose local or local gamblers to investigate. Other than that, the families of those who were sent there as gambling tools are also heavily suspected.

"This way, there are many suspects at the moment. The investigation will be difficult and time-consuming. I'm still waiting for more specific information."

Zhou Ze was slightly impatient. He stood up and intended to bid farewell. The information provided by w.a.n.g Ke wasn't of much value to him.

"Don't go. Sit a little longer."

w.a.n.g Ke urged him to stay.

"Drink some soup."

"Then there's really nothing to talk about," Zhou Ze said.

If you mention soup again, I have no choice but to leave.

"Actually, there is something else. Something that the police did not discover but I did."

w.a.n.g Ke leaned back and looked at Zhou Ze. His gaze was hidden beneath the lenses, and it seemed slightly deep. "But I'm afraid you'll misunderstand me."

"Of course not."

Zhou Ze did not pursue the matter. To be honest, he could manage this matter, but he could also ignore it. He was just a ghost and not a Taoist master on Mount Longhu. He did not have much desire to save the world.

Logically speaking, wild zombies should not be under Zhou Ze's jurisdiction unless that zombie had nothing better to do than to attack the late-night book house.

Otherwise, he could have eaten and slept in the bookstore.

Furthermore, even if the zombie really did come to the bookstore on its own accord, with him, Bai Yingying, and Miss Tang, the zombie would be the one to suffer in the end.

"I'll tell you."

w.a.n.g Ke took out another photo from the drawer, turned around, and placed it in front of Zhou Ze.

The background of the photo was a hospital sign. It was the hospital where the accident happened. Zhou Ze even saw the familiar clock behind the photo.

There were seventeen people in the picture. There were four security guards, four nurses, three doctors, and two administrative staff. There were four people standing at the front.

The two in the middle were the sponsors of the hospital, and one of them was the person in charge of the gambling platform. The one on the left was a renowned doctor from Tongcheng who had retired.

In the hospital death, four security guards, four nurses, three doctors, and two administrators died that day.

However, two of the four people in the front row had died one after another a week ago.

For example, the sponsor of this hospital was involved in a car accident a week ago. This old doctor was found dead at home three days ago.

"I just received news that the boss of this gambling platform died while running away tonight…"

w.a.n.g Ke sighed as he spoke.

Zhou Ze stretched out his hand and placed it on the photo, and then he gently pushed away w.a.n.g Ke's index finger that was pressed on the photo.

"I'm curious. Is the fourth person still alive?"

w.a.n.g Ke slowly moved his finger away, and the face of the fourth person he'd covered earlier was revealed.

A familiar face.

It was w.a.n.g Ke's face!

Zhou Ze raised his head and looked at w.a.n.g Ke.

w.a.n.g Ke spread out his hands. "Calm down and listen to my explanation."

"Surprising." Zhou Ze lit a cigarette.

"Don't jump to conclusions so quickly. This really has nothing to do with me. This boss is from the same dormitory as me. He said that he opened a clinic and invited me to attend the ribbon-cutting ceremony. There's no way I wouldn't give him face. In reality, my ident.i.ty is the same as that old doctor. That day, I was there to support him.

"I really don't know what kind of shady business they are involved in, such as gambling with lives. After they opened for business, I did not go to this hospital again, and I did not get any benefits from it. It has nothing to do with this."

w.a.n.g Ke looked at Zhou Ze.

"In fact, you have a hard time imagining how profitable this black industrial chain is. Even if it's just a thin layer of oil, it's still a huge amount.

If I were really involved, would I still worry about the development of my psychology research firm?

"You can tell that I was as anxious as a cat on a hot tin roof when it came to Mr. Zheng's daughter. I lack money, and if I were to get involved in this matter, would I still need to work as a grandson at Mr. Zheng's place?"

What w.a.n.g Ke said made sense.

It was impossible for him to foresee what was about to happen and start acting in front of Zhou Ze.

"So, you called me here to review this case and show me the evidence as a cover?" Zhou Ze blew out a smoke ring and shook the ash off. He looked at the ashes that fell on the carpet and said slowly,

"Your real purpose is to be afraid of death, and you want me to protect you?"

"Don't make me sound so bad." w.a.n.g Ke took off his gold-framed spectacles and rubbed the s.p.a.ce between his brows as he said," The psychological profile I drew and the final portrait I copied really does resemble you."

"I called you here to tell you the truth, because I think you might have killed those people. Your ident.i.ty… Well, I know that too."

If it were you, wouldn't it be easier for me to call you over? "

Zhou Ze shook his head. "I'm not that free."

"If it wasn't for you, then I might have died tonight or tomorrow." w.a.n.g Ke shook his head helplessly.

"I'll stay until tomorrow. You'd better pray that the murderer comes to find you tonight."

In other words,

Outdated.

It was impossible for Zhou Ze to be w.a.n.g Ke's personal bodyguard.

"Where are your wife and daughter?" Zhou Ze asked.

"I told them to rest early upstairs because I did not want to disturb her. Thankfully, the murderer is only killing the person in the picture and does not show any intention of killing the whole family."

Zhou Ze nodded.

Walking out of the study room, Zhou Ze saw that the old Daoist priest had finished the three bowls of meat soup on the coffee table. He was leaning against the sofa in satisfaction as he touched his stomach.

"Does it taste good?" asked w.a.n.g Kewen.

"It's delicious. This craftsmans.h.i.+p is amazing. The meat is also very fragrant," the old Daoist priest praised.

"Hehe, this is fresh pork that my wife went to a farmer's house to buy today."

"How thoughtful." The old Daoist priest licked his lips.

"There's more in the pot. I'll heat it up later."

"That's good." The old Daoist clearly had not eaten enough. When the food was digested, he could continue eating.

At that moment, a woman's voice came from upstairs.

"Dear, are there guests?"

"Okay, continue to rest."

"Okay, honey. You should get some rest as well. I'll clean up the kitchen tomorrow."

The woman stood at the corner of the stairs and turned to enter the bedroom.

She lay down on the bed. It was a large red bed, and it looked festive. Of course, it also looked rather old-fas.h.i.+oned.

People who used red bedsheets nowadays were rare even in the countryside.

Moreover…

At the edge of the sheet,

There were also drops of dark red.

It was dripping down.

It formed a pool under the bed.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip…