Chapter 114

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

she was very painful, she was very sad, she was very poor, but for Zhou Ze, he could try to kill people with a knife, but it was impossible to let her leave the hospital, let her leave her own sight and control.

Now, Dao, she didn't take it for granted. She could only send her to the place she should go.

The door of hell opens,

Zhou Ze grabs the female ghost's shoulder with one hand and throws her in directly. After being severely injured by her nails, the female ghost has no room and strength to resist.

Clapping hands, Zhou Ze took out his own certificate book, which was upgraded 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 originally a monster born of the resentment of many people in this street after death.

It's a pity that she didn't imagine the cruelty of the fierce ghost. The typical painting style and identity don't match.

Zhou Ze started to walk out on crutches. He didn't want to stay here any longer. He didn't want to stay in this place where he was very depressed and uncomfortable.

Lao Dao comes along with them. When they get to the street, Lao Dao unconsciously looks back. There are several similar small hospitals and clinics, and of course, there are many wild fields hidden in the corner.

Here is the world,

it is more like an incinerator in hell,

in the invisible sky, there are chimneys rising from the ground, clouds and smoke blowing away, and those lying on the bed waiting for death painfully are the cinders sent to the incinerator by a car.

"Boss, back to the bookstore?" Lao Dao asked.

Zhou Ze nodded.

"Boss, it's not worth getting angry about that. It's good to look at it. That ghost girl, in fact, is very poor. At least, she's a good mother."

"This is what makes me feel sad."

"Boss, you said that poor people must be hateful. I don't agree with her. I think she did it right. Anyway, death is also death. It's better to sell herself before death and leave some income for the family. It's human nature. Although human life can't be bought or sold, it can be understood that she used up her last remaining value at that time.

What's more, she didn't hurt others in this way. What you love is what I want. "

"Lao Dao, have you been arrested by the police before?" Zhou Ze suddenly asked.

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

"Have you ever been caught sweeping yellow?"

"Well, I'm not. I'm lucky. In fact, I'm afraid sometimes. After all, I'm so old that I want to care for those women who have lost their feet. My heart is good, but I'm afraid of being misunderstood by others.

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

"Do you think it's right or wrong to wipe out the yellow?"

"Well Lao Dao didn't know how to answer.

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

Lao Dao doesn't know how to refute.

"Even in the United States, which boasts freedom and openness, prostitution is illegal in all States except Nevada, which is adjacent to Los Angeles.

Law, in fact, is the last moral criterion of a society, and your so-called protection of failure,

seems to take what you need from each other, you love me, but if it is legalized or sunny, do you know how many y-selling gangs will be born? Many women, even forced from prostitution, in an illegal environment, there are already many cases of forced y-selling.

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

"These are two things..." Lao Dao explained.

"Two things?"

Zhou Ze smiled,

pointed to the street behind him, and continued:

"this is just the tip of the iceberg we see. You know, at the beginning of the fire of sin, it may be just a flame. Some moths are willing to take the initiative to get up and the fire is willing to burn it. Moths also make their own choices.

But when the fire gets bigger and bigger, it will not only burn the active moths, it will burn the nearby houses, burn the nearby woods, and then it will produce a disaster.

At the end of the day, were moths who had previously fed the flames growing one of the main culprits?

When the industry begins to mature and expand, who can guarantee that there will be more bloody and exciting gambling? Even when the voluntary moth is not enough, those who are addicted to the game, those who are used to getting huge income from the game, will not force and semi force to find new chips to continue the game?

Half a year later,One year later,

three years later,

this increasingly large and mature black industry has brought in 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 as chips for money resources at the beginning? "

He felt that the boss was right, but he still felt that there was something wrong with him. He retorted:

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

"No snowflake is innocent in an 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 walked back and spent a lot of time.

The bookstore door is open. Tang Shi sits behind the bar. There is a man and a woman sitting there looking at books.

"And the white warbler?" Zhou Ze asked.

"I went to play the game. I helped her watch it for a while. She watched it all day." Tang poetry says it doesn't matter.

Zhou Ze is speechless for a while. It seems that he has limited the game time of the girl who is addicted to the Internet. How dare he leave the shop to Tang Shi to take care of it? Isn't he afraid that there will be a lot of blood in the bookstore after something happens?

"You've been out long enough. By the way, how about the old way?" Tang poetry saw that the old way didn't follow Zhou Ze back to the bookstore. It was strange.

"Went to the police." Zhou Ze replied.

"What would you like to drink? Cocktails? "

"You can adjust it?"

Tang Shi didn't speak. She began to mix wine on her own. She quickly and skillfully mixed wine. Soon, a cocktail was put in front of Zhou Ze.

"Try it."

Zhou Ze took his glass, took a sip, then nodded,

"it's very good."

"Thank you." Tang poetry sat back on the chair, holding a book called "the origin of hell".

"Is this book from the bookstore?" Zhou Ze is not impressed by the book, and there is no publisher on it.

"His book, the fantasy book of the second year of middle school, can be fun to read and pass the time."

Zhou Ze walked up the stairs with the wine, just opened the bedroom door, and saw Bai Yingying, who was wearing headphones in front of the computer desk, talking excitedly, like quarreling with his teammates.

It seems that I didn't know that she was a woman at the beginning. I found out when I started the fight, as if I said something else.

"Ha ha, do you want me to play with you?"

Bai Yingying doesn't know that Zhou Ze is standing behind her. She lowers her voice and whines:

"does little brother sleep? It's the kind that can.

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

Then, Bai Yingying took off the earphones and put them on the table with disdain. She leaned back a little bit, and a long leg was directly raised on it. A hand naturally took out a pack of lady's cigarettes from her pocket, knocked the cigarette mouth down on the table with familiarity, and then put them into her mouth. The fingertips rubbed, and sparks came out and lit the cigarette.

"It's a good way to light a cigarette." "Can you teach me?" said Zhou Ze

"Ask your mother to teach me. I don't have time..."

As she spoke, Bai Yingying took a deep breath and quickly put out the cigarette in her hand. Then she stood up and looked down at Zhou Ze. She said in a soft voice and a local greeting:

"boss, you are back."

Zhou Ze sat down in the chair before Bai Yingying. There was still some temperature left on the chair. He took a cigarette from the cigarette box and lit it. She took a sip and frowned slightly. For Zhou Ze, the taste of this lady's cigarette is still too light.

"Is it hard to hold it?"

Zhou Ze looks sideways at the female corpse.

I don't know when to start. He's used to the white warbler's "Weeping" by his side.

It seems that I have forgotten the deterrence and terror that Bai Yingying brought to me and Xu Qinglang after waking up in the bookstore for the first time. Zhou Ze is also in a trance, which is the real her.

"No, boss, don't get me wrong. In front of you, Yingying really only depends on birds. Boss, in fact, you should know that you are also a zombie. Besides, you have a much higher bloodline than me."

Zhou Ze narrowed his eyes and said:

"but I was just a doctor in my last life, just an ordinary person. I always have a strange problem, that is, I have died once and changed my body. If it's just a blood line problem, it should be eliminated. Otherwise, there is only one explanation left, that is, Xu Le is a zombie, but it can't be explained All right. "

"Boss, my wife told me that there are some zombies, he..."

At this time, Zhou Ze's mobile phone rings. Zhou Ze picks up his mobile phone and signals Bai Yingying to pause and wait for a moment.

It's Lao Dao's phone. They came back together, but Zhou Ze gave Lao Dao some money to find a place to burn and then went to the police station to call the police."Hello, did you call the police?" Zhou Ze asked.

"Boss, no Didn't dare to report... " Said the old Taoist, shivering.

"Haven't the banknotes been burned? Just to participate in gambling, and have a confession plot, plus burn a banknote, you will not even be detained, at most make a record. "

"No No boss I'm in the police station. Now there are a lot of reporters here. It's said that half an hour ago, someone called the police to report that all the nurses, doctors and patients in a hospital were killed, as if It seems to be the hospital we went to before.

Boss, it's useless to burn more money. If I turn myself in, the police will surely arrest 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 OK. I guess I'll wake up later.

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

"How could it be? We didn't leave for long."

"Boss..." The old Taoist asked nervously, "don't you think it's strange before, why didn't the ghost kill and get revenge?"

"What do you want to say?"

"I was wondering if there were two ghosts, but one of them was hidden."