Late Night Bookstore

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

　　 A young policeman closed the notebook and smiled slightly at Zhou Ze.

　　Zhou Ze nodded, stood up, ready to leave.

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

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

　　 "Not very good." Zhou Ze answered honestly.

　　 This question, many people have asked him, they are asking about the business of living people, Zhou Ze naturally answered with the business of living people.

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

　　 "I'm the son-in-law at home, and my husband is rich. If I don't lack money, I pass the time."

　　The middle-aged policeman froze for a moment, then nodded and raised his hand to signal: "You can leave. If there is any need to consult, we will notify you."

"my pleasure."

　　Zhou Ze left the interrogation room.

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

　　Yes, speak directly into Gai Fangao and confess that you are eating soft rice on a mixed day. It really takes a lot of courage.

"Let's go to the interrogation in other places." The middle-aged policeman stood up and glanced back at Zhou Ze's leaving. He always felt that the young man sitting in front of him had a thorn in his back. feel.

At the time of the interrogation, the policeman was supposed to be a cobra, and the person in question in front of him was a prey. The viper wanted to break through the defense of the other party in the fastest and stern way in order to get the truth of the matter.

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

　　 It seems that people don't care about this at all.

　　…………

　　 "Is it out?" Xu Qinglang had just made a note and walked out. "It's unlucky. I have to go to the police station to make a note in the evening.

　　 Also, the young policeman was so annoying. When I asked my gender, I asked it three times. Does he have a brain problem? Can't I see my gender? "

　　 Zhou Ze glanced at Xu Qinglang,

　　Heart said: What do you look like yourself, don't you have a point in your heart?

Zhou Ze and Xu Qinglang are both shopkeepers. In addition, they witnessed the process of falling down, so they needed to make a transcript, but basically nothing else, and the other members of the horror story lovers association were taken as the focus of the police. Doubt the object, this is also the meaning of the question.

　　 "Oh, who the **** is the murderer?" Xu Qinglang asked, smoking a cigarette.

　　 This time the sun is coming out, it is 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?"

　　Don't you ever see Sherlock Holmes or Detective Conan as a kid? "

　　 Everyone's heart has more or less detective dreams and detective plots.

　　 The kind of peeling off the layers of mist to find the truth and finally opened his hands very exaggeratedly like the magician Liu Qian, so he shouted mysteriously, "The next moment is to witness the miracle",

　　 can definitely hit the G point of many people.

　　 "I am not interested in people."

　　 "It's still a ghost." Xu Qinglang said ironically.

　　 "Yes, **** ghost." Zhou Ze took out his mobile phone and started to take a taxi, and said at the same time: "Do you remember, what color clothes did the female deceased wear when she jumped the building?"

　　 "White."

　　 "After falling down?"

　　 "Red." Xu Qinglang shrugged. "It seems to be red with blood, alas, it's really pitiful."

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

　　 Xu Qinglang nodded silently, then reached out and touched the tip of his nose, said: "You mean, what's the secret behind this incident, isn't it just accident or murder?"

"I don’t know, but I hope this is the reason. The ghosts I encountered in the past caused a cold to be a very powerful character. If you can really encounter a person who can cause accidental death, it can be considered a bumper harvest. ."

　　 Such ghosts, one worth a dozen?

　　The performance of sending it to **** can be equal to ten or more?

"Did you think it was too complicated? By the way, I forgot to mention here. I didn't remind the police to say it was white clothes at the beginning." Xu Qinglang clapped: "The key to unlocking the case may be the color of the clothes. In terms of changes, the murderer must have designed something extremely clever..."

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

　　 "No." Xu Qinglang looked at Zhou Ze very resentfully, "Lao Zhou, I find that you are getting more and more boring. I used to cooperate with others anyway."

"not in the mood."

　　 "So are we going back now?"

"Yes."

　　 "Go back and catch ghosts?"

　　 "Play pen fairy."

　　 "Why are you so naive."

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

　　………………

　　 The bookstore is not blocked, but there are many warning lines around the bookstore, and many police are wandering around searching for clues.

　　 As a result, the bookstore, which had no business in the first place, seemed even quieter.

　　 Zhou Ze asked Bai Yingying to buy a set of pen fairy equipment, and searched through the sellers of the city directly on Taobao, and then asked Bai Yingying to take a taxi directly to pick up the goods there.

　　 Paper spread out,

　　 Set aside a lot of things that are not useful and useless.

　　 Xu Qinglang squatted beside him, watching Zhou Ze busy and a little helpless, saying: "Actually, I have a few magical tricks here, I feel better than this game."

　　Zhou Ze shook his head and said, "Not the same."

"What's the difference?"

　　 "Last night, I didn't sense something coming." Zhou Ze looked at Xu Qinglang, "You sensed?"

　　 "Did something come last night?"

　　 Xu Qinglang recalled the picture of the group of people sliding towards Zhou Ze while playing the pen fairy pen.

"That's just a coincidence, didn't the overseas Chinese have said that their activities last night were intended to set the stage for the confession, so some of them should deliberately force themselves to point to the location behind you, that is, the building, but not actually You."

　　 "The analysis is very good." Zhou Ze reached out, opened the paper on the floor, and then touched the tiles with his nails, said: "This is also intentional?"

　　 Xu Qinglang immediately widened his eyes,

　　 On the tiled floor, there is a dent that is less than half a meter, if you are standing, you may not find it.

　　Zhou Ze took out a pen, placed the pen tip on the groove, and slid in this direction, and himself and Xu Qinglang also slowly turned in this direction.

　　 Then,

　　 where the fingertip is pointing,

　　 is a white yingying who is sitting behind the counter playing with the glory of the dead. Zhou Ze sat there last night.

　　 Zhou Ze lost the pen and looked at Xu Qinglang.

　　It is difficult to make a small groove on the ceramic tile.

　　Xu Qinglang said inconceivably: "No, isn't there really something summoned last night? Why didn't I see it with you?"

　　 "When Zhao Bureau came last time, did we see that he was dead?

　　 The last time the faceless woman came over, did we see her true identity? "

　　 "This..." Xu Qinglang.

　　Zhou Ze unfolded the paper silently, and then picked up the pen, "You said, is it true to ask me to impress the pen immortal?"

　　Zhou Ze is strictly a ghost in the sense that 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 sat there watching the movie last night?" Xu Qinglang asked Zhou Ze.

　　 Zhou Ze nodded,

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

　　 "Then why don't you tell them in advance!"

　　 Xu Qinglang grabbed Zhou Ze's collar directly,

　　 "If you feel something is wrong, it will make you feel throbbing!

　　When they said they were going to play that **** adventure game or confession game in the back building, why didn’t you stop and remind them! "

　　Zhou Ze extended his hand, did not push away Xu Qinglang to grab his hand, but wiped the saliva sprayed on his face when Xu Qinglang roared. Then, he looked at Xu Qinglang:

　　 "What does it have to do with me?"

Yes,

What does 　　 have to do with me?

　　 let go of Zhou Ze, Xu Qinglang stepped back two steps, he suddenly felt that this one in front of him was a little strange.

　　 "They consume in my shop. According to the regulations of industry and commerce, I naturally have an obligation to guarantee their safety when reading or having tea parties in my shop.

　　But since they have left my shop, what does the next thing have to do with me? "

　　 "You weren't like this before." Xu Qinglang murmured.

　　 "What I want to do now is not to sigh the past or to sigh what is right or wrong, but to find the hidden thing and send it to hell."

　　 "Are you passionate about this?"

　　 "This is performance, haven't you always mocked my life without a goal?"

　　 "You..." Xu Qinglang licked his lips, "Okay, please check slowly, I will not wait."

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

　　 The white warbler came out carrying tea at this time, and was surprised:

　　 "Boss, did you quarrel with Xu Meiren?"

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

　　 "Boss, let me go play the game first." Bai Yingying put the tea beside Zhou Ze, spit out his tongue, and ran to the next door.

　　 She didn't notice. Zhou Ze, who was squatting on the ground and looking at Bixian's drawings, was sweating continuously on her forehead, while squeezing her left chest with one hand.

　　 Damn,

　　 must find that guy as soon as possible,

　　 Otherwise someone will die,

　　 Damn,

　　 Why does it hurt so much!

　　 When Bai Yingying walked into the noodle restaurant, Xu Qinglang was sitting there smoking a cigarette. When she came in, Xu Qinglang said directly:

　　 "Have you had any problems with your boss these two days?"

　　 "I think he has become normal." Bai Yingying sat down, UU read books www.uukanshu.com opened the computer.

　　 "Is it normal?" Xu Qinglang "haha" twice, "You didn't see someone fall to the front of us yesterday, but he actually stood there and wiped his face with facial tissue!"

　　 "That person fell directly to death, can you save your life without wiping your face?"

　　Baiyingying entered the game with disdain, "He was an experienced doctor in his life. If he can save it at a glance, he can see it. Instead of running over and shouting uselessness, it is better to clean his face first."

　　 "Hey, I said you actually stood by him? Are you still human!"

　　 "Neither of us is really human."

　　 "Oh!"

at this time,

　　 The computer screen suddenly flashed and then went blank,

　　 Power outage again.

　　 "Pap Pap Pap Pap!"

　　The white warbler slammed the keyboard, "The old lady landed at 98K!"

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

look up,

　　 Wangtian,

at this time,

　　 by the fifth floor window,

　　 actually stood a man dressed in white.

　　A lot of policemen around were desperately calling and shouting to colleagues in the building with intercom to hurry up to stop, while a middle-aged sergeant roared:

　　 "How did people get up at the crime scene, what did you eat?"

"Snapped!"

　　 The dull and familiar landing sound,

　　 Xu Qinglang stood on the spot,

　　 stared at the man falling from the air,

　　 everything,

　　 seems to be exactly the same as last night.

　　 He closed his eyes subconsciously,

　　At this moment,

　　 life is like dumplings,

one by one,

Worthless.