Chapter 361

Zhang Yanfeng opened the door of the bookstore and walked in. The door was not closed. After all, it was time for business.

Little Luoli is sitting behind the bar, holding a spoon in her hand and pressing her tongue over and over, stirring her tongue and thinking about something.

She used to say to Zhou ze that ghost difference cannot be cultivated, but this does not mean that her own ability cannot be developed and excavated at a deeper level.

She has personal experience of this.

More than half a year ago in Chengdu, the one who was originally chased by their ghosts and fled in a hurry, but she came back with the white cat in less than a month. She still remembers that scene.

Therefore, little Luoli, who has been struggling with her tongue, didn't notice that Lao Zhang had come back. Her subconscious noticed, but she didn't care because she thought it was the staff in the bookstore who came back, not a stranger.

The Taoist priest sat on the sofa, holding a needle and thread to help the little monkey sew clothes.

The little monkey is naughty and likes to jump up and down, so the clothes often have a hole or are broken. If they can be mended, the Taoist priest will tie them together.

Lao Dao used to know a big sister who worked in a hair salon in Tongcheng Gangzha District. Lao Dao often patronized her. She was more skillful and helped Lao Dao mend his Taoist robe twice.

Her son is a little dementia, while her husband likes leisure and hates work in his hometown. He is too lazy to plant land. There is no way. In order to maintain the livelihood and expenses of the family, she can only come out to do this business.

Later, when her husband took her son down the river to take a bath, they caught the tide and drowned together.

When the Taoist priest went to find the big sister again, his colleagues said that the big sister cried all night after hearing the news, and the next day she settled the bill, packed up and went back to her mother's house.

Thinking about the one, I mended the small clothes in my hand,

Maybe,

This is youth,

Maybe,

This is life.

He lived to be 71 years old. Although he didn't have a son or a half, the old Taoist's emotional life was not boring, and the bright people didn't look up to him. The so-called young model of the club was peripheral, and the old Taoist had never been in touch with it.

On the contrary, he likes the older sisters who are working-class earners;

We all have a common language. We are both wandering people at the end of the world, but we can comfort each other.

Zhang Yanfeng walked up to the Taoist priest. He wanted to ask him what he should eat, because he couldn't eat ordinary people's food.

He also wanted to ask the Taoist priest where he should sleep, because he seemed to realize that he couldn't sleep at all.

He declined the dinner, motioned that he needed time to be alone, came out the back door of the police station, and said he just wanted to breathe.

The leaders of those police stations also understand this. By making a false identity and sneaking into a criminal group, they are equivalent to experiencing a different life at the other end.

Now that the undercover mission has been successfully completed, and then separated, it is a trance again.

Just as in the early Qing Dynasty, a group of people fought desperately for their hair bun; In the Republic of China, the military and police took to the streets to force them to cut braids, and there was still a group of people crying for it.

People will also have inertia if they stay in a specific environment for a long time.

Of course, the leaders of the police station think so, but in fact, Zhang Yanfeng just wants to go back to the bookstore to ask about the specific situation, and also wants to find Zhou Ze to share his joy now.

I'm still a policeman after I was born again. This is good news, and it's the best news.

"Lao Dao, where is Zhou Ze?" Zhang Yanfeng asked.

He wanted to ask the boss?

But think about it, the word "boss" still couldn't be said. After all, it's still a little unaccustomed. Although others in the bookstore call Zhou Ze "boss", Zhang Yanfeng's face is thin.

"Oh, he went to the police station with Lao an." The old Taoist replied without raising his head.

"What do you do at the police station?" Zhang Yanfeng asked.

"I saved you."

"Help me?"

"Yes, aren't you caught? They're going to rob the prison..."

Speaking of which,

The Taoist priest suddenly raised his head,

Looking at Zhang Yanfeng in front of him, he screamed:

"Ah ah!!!!!

Why are you back!!! "

"I............"

"Call the boss quickly, quickly, quickly!" The Taoist priest immediately shouted to little Luoli over the bar.

Unexpectedly, the old Taoist screamed,

Originally, little Luo Li, who was still concentrating on stirring her tongue with a spoon, suddenly shivered, and the spoon directly stuck in, and a deep throat came.

Little Luoli desperately patted the bar counter with one hand and pulled the spoon out with the other hand,

The whole face flushed with suffocation.

"Boo!"

Finally,

The spoon was finally pulled out by itself.

Little Luoli looked at the old Taoist over there with a gloomy face and said in a deep voice:

"Want to rush to reincarnation!"

"........" old road.

Despite little Luoli's anger, the Taoist priest could only smile awkwardly. He immediately took out his mobile phone and called the boss. The phone was connected. After the matter was finished, the other side also hung up.

The old Taoist sighed with relief,

It seems that the boss and they haven't started to rob the prison.

yes,

Boss Zhou and lawyer an were delayed for a period of time because of something. The reason seems to be that a special activity began in the evening and ended late at night. The nearby Municipal Bureau also dispatched a lot of police forces. As a result, at this point in the night, cars came and went in Tongcheng police station, and the number of police doubled.

Lawyer Zhou Ze and an can only wait patiently,

Similar to the blindfold method of black fog, not only an lawyers' Association, Zhou Ze will also be able to do it. However, it still needs to be insured when there are fewer people. In case of encountering several old criminal policemen who are very angry, they may also be seen through.

Boss Zhou and lawyer an, after all, want to rob the prison in a civilized way. If they can be silent, they'd better be silent, but they don't want to fight with the national violence authority.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Hearing that Zhang Yanfeng has safely returned to the bookstore,

Zhou Ze and an couldn't afford to look at each other,

Both of them can see that the other party breathes a sigh of relief.

When he returned to the bookstore, it was already threeorfour in the morning. Zhang Yanfeng sat on the sofa, closed his eyes, but obviously he couldn't sleep.

Zhou Ze came in, told Yingying to pour herself a cup of coffee, and then sat down in front of Lao Zhang.

Lao Zhang opened his eyes, looked at Zhou Ze, and then laughed.

"I'm an undercover. In fact, I'm still a policeman."

"Are you still a policeman?"

"Yes, but not in Tongcheng, but in Yancheng next door. I have been undercover for three years."

"Congratulations." Zhou Ze then looked at lawyer an nearby, "so, the body you collected is the body of an undercover policeman. They are not internal infighting, but the undercover was found and killed."

Lawyer an shrugged, "how do I know this, but it's interesting to think about it. It's also a kind of fate for a policeman to be reincarnated to another policeman when he dies."

Say,

Lawyer an patted Lao Zhang on the shoulder,

"Two generations, both policemen, then you continue to be your policeman."

"I will try to apply for transfer to Tongcheng, but it will take some time." Lao Zhang said, "and I will have a long vacation, so I can stay in the library during this period."

"Well, first adapt to life. Let Lao an teach you meditation tonight. We people with dead souls can't sleep, and it's difficult to accept food in the ordinary sense. If you don't want to have glucose infusion every day, you can ask Lao Xu to make some plum juice for you tomorrow. Drink a mouthful of plum juice before eating, and then you can suppress nausea and eat."

Lao Zhang nodded, so it was.

"Well, today's business is over. You can close the door and have a rest."

Boss Zhou yawned and was ready to take a bath and go to bed.

Who would have thought that there was a guest outside at this time, who was still an acquaintance, Zhang Feng.

Seeing his son coming over, Lao Zhang thought of the old man last night and immediately stood up in fear.

"My son... My son..."

Zhou Ze glanced at him and comforted him, "not dead, but living."

Lao Zhang breathed a sigh of relief and relieved.

He was really worried about what happened to his son just now, and rushed over to reincarnate.

"Boss Zhou, are you there?" Zhang Feng pushed open the door and walked in and asked.

Did you really come to the door?

Zhou Ze remembered that Zhang Feng said that his father told him on the phone that there was a notebook in the safe at home.

"Lao Dao, greet the guests."

Zhou Ze was too lazy to talk to this guy, and went upstairs in advance before the other party recognized that he was the doctor.

The Taoist priest came over immediately and served tea. At the same time, he explained his minimum consumption. For this, Zhang Feng was not stingy, but gave money first.

"The boss is not here. You can talk to him about anything."

The Taoist reached out and pointed to Zhang Yanfeng sitting next to him.

Zhang Yanfeng also got up at this time and sat down in front of his son.

The two people just sat embarrassed.

Xiao Zhang doesn't speak,

Lao Zhang didn't speak.

Xiao Zhang was worried about the description of the bookstore recorded in the notebook left by his father,

When I first read that note, how did I feel that my father just saw some supernatural movie or novel, so I was interested in writing my own story,

But on second thought, with his father's literary and artistic cell, he was really lazy to do such a thing.

So with great anxiety, he went to the door.

Lao Zhang didn't know how to face his son, whether to tell him the truth or hide it?

In this regard, he had no time to ask Zhou Ze, Zhou Ze left.

The two just stared at each other,

Look, look,

Lao Zhang's eyes were moist, and he reached out to wipe his tears, but more and more.

Xiao Zhang saw that Lao Zhang was crying, and he didn't know why, so he cried together.

They sat opposite each other,

Don't say anything,

Wipe your tears hard.

Lao Zhang looked at Xiao Zhang suspiciously,

Why are you crying?

Xiao Zhang also looked at Lao Zhang in doubt,

Why are you crying?

Little Luoli cocked her legs and whispered to the old man next to her, "have you identified yourself?"

The Taoist shook his head.

"Then why are you crying?"

"Performance art, I've seen it before."