Chapter 112

The female ghost was beaten under Zhou Ze's fingernails and her soul was damaged, and even began to become transparent and unreal;

She is very painful, she is very uncomfortable, she is very poor, but for Zhou Ze, he can try to kill with a knife, but it is impossible to let her leave this hospital, let alone let her leave her own sight and control.

Now, Dao, she didn't take it for granted, so she had to send her where she should go.

The door of hell opens,

Zhou Ze grabbed the ghost's shoulder with one hand and directly threw her in. After being badly hit by her fingernails, the ghost had no room and power to resist.

Clapped his hands, Zhou Ze took out his certificate book, which was raised to 25%.

The income of this female ghost is still very high, not because Zhou Ze pushed the boat smoothly, but because this female ghost was a freak born out of the grievances of many people in this street after death.

It's a pity that she didn't have the ferocity of the fierce ghost she imagined. The typical painting style doesn't match her identity.

Zhou Ze began to walk out on crutches. He didn't want to stay here anymore and didn't want to stay in this place where he felt uncomfortable and depressed.

Lao Dao followed them. When they reached the street entrance, Lao Dao subconsciously looked back. There were several similar small hospitals and clinics, and of course, there were many wild fields hidden in the corner.

This is the world,

But it's more like an incinerator in hell,

In the invisible sky, it is like chimneys rising from the ground, clouds and smoke blowing away, and those who lie in bed waiting to die in pain are cinders sent to the incinerator by carts.

"Boss, go back to the bookstore?" The Taoist asked.

Zhou Ze nodded.

"Boss, it's not worth getting angry about that. Just look away. That female ghost is actually quite poor. At least, she is a good mother."

"This is what makes me feel sad."

"Boss, you said that there must be something hateful about a poor person. I don't agree. I think she did it right. Anyway, death is also death. It's better to sell yourself before death and leave some income for the family. It's human nature. Although human life can't be bought and sold, it's really understandable at that time to exhaust your last residual value.

Moreover, her practice has not hurt others. What you love and what I want is actually. "

"Old Taoist, have you ever been caught by the police before?" Zhou Ze suddenly asked.

"Well, several times, that's because..."

"Have you ever been caught by anti pornography?"

"Well, it's not. I'm lucky. In fact, I'm sometimes worried. After all, I'm so old. Although I'm in order to care for those women who have fallen, I'm good at heart, but I'm afraid of being misunderstood by outsiders.

You know, in this world, if you want to do something, especially something good, you are always vulnerable to criticism. "

"Do you think it's right or wrong to eliminate pornography?"

"Well..." the Taoist priest didn't know how to answer.

"According to your logic, young ladies are voluntary. They need money, and then you also need money. Both sides take what they need. Why should the police meddle?"

The Taoist priest didn't know how to refute.

"Even if it claims to be free and open, prostitution is illegal in the United States except Nevada, which is adjacent to Los Angeles, and other states in the United States.

Law is actually the last moral criterion of a society, and your so-called guard slip,

It seems that everyone gets what they need, but if it is legalized or sunny, do you know how many y-selling gangs will emerge? Many women will even be forced into prostitution. In an illegal environment, there are many examples of being forced to sell y.

India is a country that advocates the legality of selling y by individuals. You also understand India's strong J rate. "

"These are two things..." the old man explained.

"Two things?"

Zhou Ze smiled,

He pointed to the street behind him and continued:

"This is just the tip of the iceberg we saw. You know, the flame of sin may be just a flame at the beginning. Moths are willing to take the initiative to gather together, and the fire is willing to burn it. Moths also make their own choices.

But when the fire gets bigger and bigger, it is no longer satisfied with only incinerating those moths that fly actively. It will burn nearby houses and forests. At that time, it will brew a catastrophe.

In the end, are the moths who previously fed the flames bigger also one of the culprits?

When the industry begins to mature and expand, who can guarantee that there will be no more bloody and exciting gambling? Even when voluntary moths are not enough, will those who are addicted to this game, and those platforms who are used to earning huge amounts of income from this game, not force and semi force to find new chips to continue this game?

Half a year later,

One year later,

Three years later,

This increasingly large and mature black industry has caught an innocent person and created some conditions for similar death gambling.

Is that person qualified to scold those who took the initiative to join the game for money resources? "

The old Taoist smashed his mouth. He felt that what the boss said seemed to be very reasonable, but he still felt that there was something wrong. He stubbornly retorted:

"Boss, I think the real culprit is the makers of those organizations."

"No snowflake is innocent during the avalanche."

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

The door of the bookstore is open. Tang Shi is sitting behind the bar. There are a man and a woman sitting there reading books.

"Where is the white Yingying?" Zhou Ze asked.

"I went up to play games. I helped her watch it for a while. She has watched it all day." Tang Shi said indifferently.

Zhou Ze was speechless for a while, which seemed to limit the game time of the Internet addicted girl. He dared to leave the store to Tang Shi, so he was not afraid that there was a river of blood in the bookstore after something really happened?

"You've been out long enough. By the way, where's the old man?" Tang Shi saw that the old Taoist did not follow Zhou Ze back to the bookstore, which was a little strange.

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

"What would you like to drink? Cocktails?"

"Can you adjust?"

Tang Shi didn't speak, and began to mix wine by herself. Her mixing action was fast and skilled. Soon, a cocktail was placed in front of Zhou Ze.

"Try it."

Zhou Ze took a drink from his glass and nodded,

"Very good."

"Thank you." Tang Shi sat back on the chair and looked at a book called.

"Is this book in the bookstore?" Zhou Ze has no impression of this book, and there is no publisher on it.

"His book, a fantasy book from the second grade of middle school, can be read for fun to pass the time."

Zhou Ze walked up the stairs with wine. As soon as he opened the bedroom door, he saw Bai Yingying wearing headphones in front of the computer desk, talking excitedly, as if he were quarrelling with his teammates.

It seemed that they didn't know she was a woman at first. They only found out when they had a quarrel. It seemed that they said something again.

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

Bai Yingying didn't know that Zhou Ze was standing behind her, and she lowered her voice and whined:

"Does the little brother sleep on the corpse? It's the kind that makes you cry.

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

Then, Bai Yingying took off the earphone and threw it on the table with disdain. Her body leaned back slightly, and a slender leg directly cocked up on it. With one hand, she naturally took out a bag of women's cigarettes from her pocket, skillfully knocked the cigarette holder down on the table, and then put it into her mouth. Friction between her fingertips, sparks came out and lit the cigarette.

"This is a good way to light cigarettes." Zhou Ze said, "can you teach me?"

"Ask your mother to teach me, I'm not free..."

As Bai Yingying said, she suddenly took a deep breath, quickly extinguished the cigarette end in her hand, then stood up, bowed her head to Zhou Ze, and said in a soft voice:

"Boss, you are back."

Zhou Ze sat down on the chair where Bai Yingying sat before. The temperature was still on the chair. He took a cigarette out of the cigarette box, lit it, smoked a lady's cigarette, and frowned slightly. This lady's cigarette is still too weak for Zhou Ze.

"It's hard to hold it?"

Zhou Ze looked at the female corpse sideways.

I don't know when he began. He was a little used to white Yingying being around "Yingying".

I seem to have forgotten the deterrence and terror that Bai Yingying brought to herself and Xu Qinglang after waking up in the bookstore for the first time. Zhou Ze is also a little trance. Which is the real her.

"No, boss, don't get me wrong. In front of you, Yingying really only depends on others. Boss, in fact, you should know it yourself,

You are also a zombie, and your bloodline is much higher than mine. "

Zhou Ze squinted and said:

"But in my last life, I was just a doctor, just an ordinary person. I have always been very strange about a problem, that is, I have died once and changed my body. If it is only a blood problem, it should be eliminated. Otherwise, there is only one explanation left, that is, Xu Le is a zombie, but this explanation doesn't make sense."

"Boss, my wife told me at the beginning that there were some zombies, he......"

At this time, Zhou Ze's cell phone rang. Zhou Ze picked up his cell phone and motioned Bai Yingying to pause and say later.

It was Lao Dao's phone. The two came back together, but Zhou Ze gave Lao Dao some ghost money and asked him to find a place to burn it before going to the police station.

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

"Boss, I didn't... I didn't dare to report..." the Taoist priest shivered.

"Didn't you burn the ghost money? You just participated in gambling and surrendered yourself. Plus burning the ghost money, you won't even be detained. At most, make a note."

"No... no boss... I'm in the police station, and now there are many reporters here. It is said that half an hour ago, someone called the police, and all the nurses, doctors and patients in a hospital were killed, as if... As if it was the hospital we went to before.

Boss, I can't help this song. No matter how much money I burn, it's useless. If I turn myself in, the police will definitely detain me as the first suspect. "

"People are dead?"

Zhou Ze frowned slightly. He shouldn't have. When he left, the doctors and nurses just lay there in a coma. It's no big deal. It's estimated that he will wake up later.

"It's really the hospital." The Taoist priest lowered his voice and said, "I just asked a reporter, and he told me."

"How is this possible? We haven't been away for long."

"Boss..." the Taoist priest asked nervously, "didn't you also feel strange before, why didn't that female ghost kill and revenge?"

"What do you want to say?"

"I was wondering if there were two ghosts at that time, but there was a ghost that he hid."