Chapter 72

"Well, the record is ready, you can go."

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

Zhou Ze nodded, stood up and prepared to leave.

At this time, the middle-aged policeman who was originally sitting next to the young policeman to accompany him in taking notes suddenly asked:

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

"Not so good." Zhou Ze answered honestly.

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

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

"I'm a visiting son-in-law. My father-in-law's family is very rich. If he doesn't lack money, he just kills time."

The middle-aged policeman was stunned for a moment, then nodded, raised his hand and motioned, "you can leave now. If there is still something to consult, we will inform you."

"With pleasure."

Zhou Ze left the interrogation room.

The young policeman turned his pen and said, "team sun, this guy is quite interesting."

Yes, it really takes a lot of courage to say that you are fooling around and eating soft food.

"Go and see the trials in other places." The middle-aged policeman stood up and took another look at Zhou Ze's leaving figure. He always felt that the young man sitting in front of him made him feel like a thorn in his back.

During the interrogation, the police should have been cobras, while the interrogated person in front of them was prey. The poisonous snake had to break through the defense of the other party in the fastest, accurate and ruthless 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 in the bamboo basket of an Indian artist who would dance with the sound of a flute.

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

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"Come out?" Xu Qinglang just made a note and came out, "unfortunately, I have to go to the police station to take a note in the evening.

Also, the young policeman is so annoying. He asked me three times when he asked me about my gender. Is there something wrong with his brain? Can't he see my gender? "

Zhou Ze glanced at Xu Qinglang,

Heart: what do you look like? Don't you have a little force in your heart?

Zhou Ze and Xu Qinglang are both shopkeepers. In addition, they witnessed the falling process with their own eyes, so they need to make a written record, but there is basically nothing else, and the other members of the horror story Lovers Association were regarded as key suspects by the police, which is also the meaning of the question.

"By the way, who did you say was the murderer?" Xu Qinglang asked, smoking a cigarette.

At this time, the sun is coming out. It's already morning.

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

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

Didn't you see Sherlock Holmes or detective Conan when you were a child? "

In everyone's heart, there are more or less detective dreams and detective plots.

That kind of peeling off layers of fog to find the truth, and finally, like magician Liu Qian, he opened his hands in a very pompous way and shouted "next is the moment to witness miracles",

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

"I'm not interested in people."

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

"Yes, trick." Zhou Ze took out his cell phone and began to take a taxi. At the same time, he said, "do you remember what color the dead woman was wearing when she jumped from a building?"

"White."

"After falling?"

"Red." Xu Qinglang shrugged. "It seems to be dyed red by blood. Alas, it's so pathetic."

"What she was wearing after landing was a red skirt." Zhou Ze warned, "don't use the routine of blood staining to paralyze yourself."

Xu Qinglang nodded silently, then stretched out his hand to touch the tip of his nose and said, "you mean, what's the secret behind this thing, not simply an accident or murder?"

"I don't know, but I hope it's this reason. It's already a very powerful role for ghosts to make people catch a cold before. If you can really meet someone who can cause accidents and death, it's also a big harvest."

Is one such ghost worth dozens?

The achievement of sending it to hell can also be one for ten or even more?

"Are you thinking too complicated? By the way, I forgot about it. I didn't remind the police that it was white at first." Xu Qinglang clapped his hands and said, "maybe the key to solving the case is the change in the color of the clothes. The murderer must have designed some very clever

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

"No." Xu Qinglang looked at Zhou Ze bitterly, "old Zhou, I found you more and more boring. I used to cooperate with others somehow."

"No mood."

"Are we going back now?"

"Yes."

"Go back and catch the ghost?"

"Play penmanship."

"Why are you so naive?"

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

………………

The bookstore was not blocked, but there were many cordons around the bookstore, and many policemen were wandering around looking for clues.

In this way, the bookstore, which has no living business, is even quieter.

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

The paper is spread out,

A lot of useless things are put aside.

Xu Qinglang squatted beside him, watching Zhou Ze busy, some helpless way: "in fact, I have several ways to summon souls here, and I feel that the effect of this game is better."

Zhou Ze shook his head and said, "it's different."

"What's the difference?"

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

"Did anything come last night?"

Xu Qinglang recalled the picture of the long pen sliding towards Zhou Ze when the group played with the pen fairy.

"That's just a coincidence. Didn't the overseas Chinese say that their activity last night was originally to pave the way for advertising, so it should be that someone deliberately pointed to the position behind you, that is, the building, but it didn't mean you."

"Well analyzed." Zhou Ze stretched out his hand, lifted the paper on the ground, and then touched the tile with his fingernails, saying, "this is also intentional?"

Xu Qinglang immediately widened his eyes,

On the ceramic tile floor, there is a dent less than half a meter. If you stand, you may not find it.

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

Then,

Where the fingertip points,

It's Bai Yingying who is sitting behind the counter playing with the glory of the dead. Zhou Ze was sitting there last night.

Zhou Ze lost his pen and looked at Xu Qinglang.

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

Xu Qinglang was a little incredible and said, "no, was there something called last night? Why didn't you and I see it?"

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

Last time the faceless woman came by cross dressing, did we see her true identity? "

"This..." Xu Qinglang.

Zhou Ze silently spread out the paper again, and then picked up the pen, "you said, in my capacity, please do not move the pen fairy?"

Zhou Ze is a ghost in a strict sense. He is different from the people of the horror story lovers' Association last night.

"I don't know, but what I want to know is, did you notice something wrong when you sat 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 have seen, when they pushed the pen in my direction, I felt some palpitations in my heart, as if I was stared at by something."

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

Xu Qinglang grabbed Zhou Ze's collar directly,

"You feel something wrong, which can make you feel palpitation!

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

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

"What does it have to do with me?"

yes,

What does it have to do with me?

After letting go of Zhou Ze, Xu Qinglang took two steps back, and he suddenly felt that the man in front of him was a little strange.

"They consume in my store. According to industrial and commercial regulations, I naturally have the obligation to ensure their safety when reading books or holding tea parties in my store.

But now that they have left my shop, what does the next matter have to do with me? "

"You weren't 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 the hidden thing and send it to hell."

"Are you passionate about this?"

"This is performance. Didn't you always laugh at my lack of goals in life?"

"You..." Xu Qinglang licked his lips, "OK, check it slowly, I won't serve."

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

Bai Yingying came out with tea at this time and said unexpectedly:

"Boss, did you quarrel with Xu Meili?"

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

"Boss, I'll 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 squatted on the ground and looked at the drawing of the pen fairy, was constantly sweating on his forehead, and at the same time, one hand tightly pinched the position of his left chest.

damn,

We must find that guy as soon as possible,

Otherwise someone will die,

damn,

Why is it so painful!

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

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

"I think he has become normal." Bai Yingying sat down and turned on the computer.

"Normal?" Xu Qinglang "hehe" twice, "didn't you see someone fall dead in front of us yesterday, but he actually stood there and wiped his face with tissue!"

"The man fell to death directly, right? Can he be saved if he doesn't wipe his face?"

Bai Yingying disdained to enter the game. "He was an experienced doctor in his last life. He can see if he can save his life at a glance. He might as well wipe his face first rather than running over and shouting it's useless."

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

"Neither of us is really human."

"Bahaw!"

At this time,

The computer screen suddenly flashed, and then went blank,

Power failure again.

"Pa Pa Pa Pa!"

Bai Yingying slammed the keyboard, "my mother landed at 98K!"

Xu Qinglang, who used to smoke there, immediately ran out of the store,

Look up,

Looking up to the sky,

At this point,

By the window on the fifth floor,

There was a man in white standing unexpectedly.

Many policemen around were desperately calling and calling their colleagues in the building with walkie talkies to stop them. At the same time, a middle-aged sheriff was shouting:

"How did you let people go to the crime scene? What did you do?"

"Pa!"

Dull and familiar landing sound,

Xu Qinglang stood where he was,

Staring at the man falling from the air,

Everything,

It seems to be exactly the same as last night.

He subconsciously closed his eyes,

this moment,

Human life is like eating dumplings,

One by one,

worthless.