"Huh?"
The old Daoist who was carrying the wine over was stunned,
"I say, Brother, isn't your death a little too tragic?"
Even the old Daoist, who had seen countless ghosts, was shocked by the death of the man in front of him,
Fortunately..,
He was only slightly shocked,
But there was nothing else.
Those who came were guests,
Customers were God,
Those who worked in the "Bookstore" business,
If you still dared to pick customers with colored glasses, then it would really be difficult for you to pick out anything satisfactory.
Even if it was a beautiful and handsome person when they were alive, it was really difficult for you to guarantee that they would die a good death.
Lawyer an was not in the bookstore right now. He brought the little loli and the little boy to Xuzhou to carry out the "Rescue My Good Brother Gengchen" operation.
However, in the bookstore a while ago, lawyer an and the old Daoist had considered ways to generate income after business resumed in the future.
For example, they could use a special camera to beautify the "Ghost", then print it out and express it to the relatives and friends of the ghost in the world of the living.
Then, the bookstore would charge additional photography fees and express delivery fees.
This was a kind of innovative thinking. It could also be considered an industrial upgrade
In essence, it was similar to labeling food that could not be sold as "Low Sugar", "Low Fat", and "Low Calories".
As for worrying that his relatives and friends in the world of the living would be scared by the appearance of the ghost?
That didn't exist,
When he opened his WeChat moments, they were all experts in beauty. He would definitely be able to achieve a satisfactory effect.
Xu Qinglang got off the dining table and prepared to go to the private room to prepare some food.
The man took the old Daoist's wine glass, took a sip, and smiled,
He said,
"I'm finally free."
"Is it tiring to live?"
The old Daoist chatted with him considerately.
He had done a test in the past. With and without an old Daoist chatting with him, there would be an obvious difference in the notes left behind after the customers were sent to hell.
Obviously, before going to hell, it was really warm to have a considerate old Daoist to chat with you.
As long as the heart was warmed, it would be easy to take out money.
"It's good to be alive."
The man sighed and looked at the old Daoist. He handed the empty cup back and said slowly,
"It's tiring to die."
The man's gaze was very clear and calm.
Generally speaking, before the souls of the dead were reincarnated, most of them would be in a "Unfinished" state
After all, in this world, there were very few people who could live their lives clearly and walk freely and naturally.
Among them, there were some who were extreme, or even "crazy".
This kind of tranquility was indeed rare.
The man was wearing black pants and a white coat, but his pants and clothes had long since rotted and were stained with thick stains.
This feeling.
It looked like it had just been dug out from the ground.
"Brother, how did you die?"
"He was killed."
Hearing this answer,
The hand of a certain politically correct person sitting at the round table suddenly trembled.
Old Zhang raised his head,
He looked at the man.
He realized that things weren't as simple as he had imagined.
Zhou Ze took the bowl from Yingying and drank the soup in silence.
The more ghosts he sent down, the easier it was for him to become numb to it.
Reality was always more deeply rooted in people's hearts than words.
Boss Zhou was already used to this kind of thing. He was no longer filled with righteous indignation at the beginning. It was like doing work on the assembly line. Day after day, it had become a habit.
Perhaps,
This was also the reason why boss Zhou wanted to keep Old Zhang by his side.
Because Old Zhang was here.
It could make boss Zhou remember occasionally.
Oh.
He was still a human.
He should do something human occasionally.
Old Zhang quickly swallowed the rice in his mouth and almost choked. He patted his chest as he walked over and took out the notebook he had placed in his chest pocket.
He said,
"How did he die?"
"Hehe, are you going to film 'Underworld Detective'?"
Liu Chuyu couldn't help but tease Old Zhang when he saw him like this.
He wanted to liven up the atmosphere. Moreover, he was now a constable, and Old Zhang, his former colleague, was still a ghost. Therefore, he felt that he could joke around with Old Zhang.
However, everyone was eating and drinking soup. No one cooperated with Liu Chuyu and smiled.
What a joke,
Who do you think you are,
Political correctness is something you are qualified to laugh at?
Didn't you see that even the boss was silent, which meant that he had tacitly agreed to Old Zhang's actions?
Liu Chuyu lowered his head awkwardly.
Continue.
Eat.
"Are you a police officer?"
The man looked at Old Zhang. He was still calm.
Old Zhang nodded, took out his ID, and placed it in front of the man.
As a ghost, he had a natural advantage over the dead. In the process of sending the dead to hell, a ghost with more rules wished that he could make the dead kneel and kowtow three times and nine times, putting on an even bigger show than the King of Hell.
This was also the reason why the King of Hell was easy to deal with, but the little ghosts were difficult to deal with.
But on Old Zhang's side, he liked to think of himself as a police officer instead of a ghost.
"Looks like you really are a police officer."
The man nodded.
"Can you tell me about you? You just said that you were killed."
"Yes, I was killed."
The man was still calm, as if he was not talking about his own matters.
"Who killed you?"
Old Zhang took out a pen and prepared to record it.
"I've been dead for 16 years. What do you think is the point of talking about this now?"
Old Zhang paused for a moment. 16 years?
"Don't you want revenge?" The old priest said from the side. "Bring the person who harmed you to justice!"
When the man heard this, he suddenly smiled.
This smile made Old Zhang very uncomfortable.
Old Zhang was not angry, but this smile made him very uncomfortable.
He knew what this smile meant. In his long career as a criminal police officer, he had seen this kind of smile many times.
Vast, powerless, helpless, and finally numb.
"Speak."
Old Zhang reminded.
Sixteen years, it could be considered an old case. Witnesses and physical evidence might be "Damaged" very seriously. In addition, the police's conditions for handling cases sixteen years ago could not be compared to now.
The most typical example was DNA testing. In fact, for a long time after this technology appeared, the police in many places could not use it at first for various reasons.
Old Zhang remembered that in the beginning, if the bureau wanted to do a DNA test, they had to send it to a foreign research institute to apply for it. After a while, the daylily was cold, and the price was high.
Time could erase too many traces.
However, Old Zhang did not lose confidence because of this, because he could directly "Interview" the victim. This was almost a bug in the police. No matter how awesome Sherlock Holmes' analysis and reasoning was, it could not compare to this kind of true "Let the dead speak".
"What's the point of saying all this now?"
The man shrugged,
He continued,
"Back then, I reported all kinds of reports to the higher authorities, but they all sank into the sea. I've been trapped there for sixteen years. What else can't I get over? What else can I get over?"
"Boss, why has it been sixteen years?" Liu Chuyu, who was at the dining table, asked Zhou Ze in a low voice.
"Maybe it's because there's something special in the place where he died, such as a restraint or something with spirituality, or there's a special aura or building nearby that allowed his soul to gather there and not disperse, so he couldn't reincarnate."
This was equivalent to being in prison for sixteen years, and it was the most terrifying and loneliest prison.
Zhou Ze raised his head and glanced at the man,
He could hear it,
The other party did not really care, nor did he get over it,
But..,
He was extremely disappointed.
Old Zhang picked up his police cap and pointed at the badge on it to the man.
He said very seriously:
"Since I'm wearing these clothes, I'll be worthy of them.
I can roughly guess what kind of misfortune you might have encountered back then, encountered...
But please believe me, most of the police officers are good police officers. They all respect this responsibility and mission. "
"Clap Clap Clap!"
Liu Chuyu began to clap.
Zhou Ze kicked Liu Chuyu in the leg.
Liu Chuyu lowered his head in grievance.
Wu Wu ~ ~ (Wu _ Wu)
The man looked at Old Zhang very seriously,
Old Zhang also looked at him very seriously,
Finally,
The man nodded,
He said,
"You're a good police officer."
"Thank you, so..."
"But I'm here to reincarnate. Moreover, I don't have the money to pay you. To be honest, my family might think that I've disappeared. In the past sixteen years, they haven't burned any money for me
I don't have the money to pay you to uphold justice for me. "
"Money, what is it?"
Zhou Ze said at this moment.
But in his heart, he actually wanted to say,
After a long time,
No money?
And a big opening sale,
This was a loss!
But when Zhou Ze saw Old Zhang's serious expression,
Come on,
No money, no money,
It was worth it to make the political correctness happy.
"Yes, the boss is right. We don't want money. Please tell me, what happened to you back then? I promise you here, no matter who is involved, no matter what forces are involved, I will help you clear your name and punish the evil."
If someone else said this, they might be posturing.
But when Old Zhang said this,
It was really full of sincerity.
If in his previous life, Old Zhang only did things in a way that did not violate his bottom line,
Old Zhang, who had already died once,
Old Zhang, who had already become a ghost,
You've already become a sin. I'm going to do whatever it takes to kill you. I don't care what kind of background you have or how capable you are. I'm going to kill you, you bastard.
"Sit down and talk while we eat," Old Xu said as he pointed at the private room.
The man was led into the private room,
Old Zhang sat next to him and poured him wine.
As the man ate his dried tea, he said,
"I'm the village accountant of the Chen Village. Sixteen years ago, I reported our village chief for illegally occupying the village's land and misappropriating the state's poverty alleviation funds.
I reported it to the town government, to the police, and to all the authorities I could report at that time. "
"And then?" The old priest asked.
"Then, I was suffocated by the village chief's younger brother with a sack by the roadside at night. I was buried alive under the village boundary marker that was being built at the village entrance at that time.
Buried..,
Sixteen years. "
"Sigh." The old priest sighed.
At the door, Liu Chuyu, who had heard the story, asked in confusion,
"After being buried for sixteen years, why can the soul come out now? Did something happen?
"Moreover, it was such a coincidence. It wasn't a day earlier or a day later. If he came out a few days earlier, the Gates of Hell might have been destroyed before they even opened."
Zhou Ze's gaze looked outside the house, which was the internet cafe opposite.
Liu Chuyu followed his gaze,
He saw the electronic screen above the internet cafe that the old priest had made according to the requirements of the street office. There were still letters scrolling on it:
"Clean up the evils, punish all evils, fight all evils …"
Liu Chuyu sighed, "So, justice may be late, but it will never not come."
Zhou Ze suddenly smiled,
Liu Chuyu also smiled. He finally felt that he was right. Damn, he didn't feel it when he was in Changzhou, but now that he was in Nantong, it was really like being with a tiger!
(*^__^*)
Zhou Ze turned around,
He shouted at the old priest,
"Old Priest."
"Ah, Boss?"