The delivery man stood still and looked at Zhou Ze who was sitting behind the counter.
"Don't worry, there are no cameras in the shop, and I don't have a recording pen here."
Zhou Ze stretched his back, "Of course, you won't believe me even if I say so. Tsk, suit yourself."
"I don't know what you mean by that," the young man was very calm.
The person must be very calm to do something like that.
The police had yet to find the culprit. That was how capable he was. Of course, it was a derogatory term here.
"I'm sure you're the one who set the fire," Zhou Ze shrugged.
Zhou Ze spread out his hands. He was only stating a fact, a fact that did not need to be refuted.
"You're drunk," the young man said.
"I'm not drunk."
Zhou Ze smiled.
"Are you saying I set the fire just because of that?
Are you stronger than the police? "The young man's expression was starting to turn tense, but he was still trying his best to control himself.
"Tsk … of course I'm not as strong as the police, but I'm not blind.
As for the fact that I thought you were the arsonist, I'm sorry, but I'm not.
I'm just trying to prove that you're the arsonist, so I can experience what it's like to be Detective Conan. "
Zhou Ze pointed behind the young man.
The young man immediately turned around. He thought it was the police, but there was no one there, nor was there any siren.
There was not even a single passerby in the deserted mall, and it was late at night.
"They all followed you in," Zhou Ze said.
"Who?" the young man frowned.
"The six people who died in the cinema. They followed you in, and when I saw them, I thought, 'Oh.' You're the murderer. It's so obvious.
Except that the clown who stood behind me hated me with all his heart,
You can't possibly tell me that the other six victims have mistaken me for the culprit, right? "
Zhou Ze slowly rose to his feet and looked at the young man in front of him.
"What a prank!"
The young man roared. For some reason, he could feel the pressure increasing. His face was covered in cold sweat.
"Don't worry, they won't hurt you."
Zhou Ze walked out from behind the counter with a plastic bag in his hand.
The bag contained a small box of rice and some pickled vegetables.
In Zhou Ze's sight, there were six people sitting on plastic benches. There were both men and women, and two of them were old men.
They all sat there quietly, reading their books, not making any noise.
Zhou Ze placed a bowl of rice in front of everyone. The rice was covered with pickled vegetables, and the disposable chopsticks were stabbed into the rice.
Following that, Zhou Ze took out a bottle of white wine that cost less than ten yuan. He poured the wine into the plastic cups on the water dispenser and placed a cup in front of each of them.
"Brothers, it's not easy for me either. This bookstore has been running at a loss, so I can only use these to entertain everyone. Don't blame me for being stingy. You guys are dead, but I have to continue living.
Anyway, your family will also give you offerings, so it won't make much difference to me, right? "
Zhou Ze bent down and spoke as if he was greeting a guest.
Well, Zhou Ze was not kind enough to leave a share for that idiot with a hole in his head.
"Are you f * cking sick in the head?"
The deliveryman couldn't hold it in any longer. "Heh, I should really record this and upload it to the internet. Let the netizens see what you've done!"
"Do you dare?"
Zhou Ze turned around. "You make it sound like you really dare. You've only been streaming for a few days, and half of them have already collapsed."
Yes, there were many reasons why the police had not found the arsonist yet, but if the police had a key suspect and continued to investigate, it would be difficult for the arsonist to hide.
"I'm leaving. There's something wrong with your head."
The deliveryman was no longer as amiable as before. He was able to convert his popularity into a livestream and earn a huge income at the same time. It was not only because he was a 'hero', but also because of his marketing plan.
He was very down to earth. At the same time, his original image was set well. On this basis, a livestream delivery was supposed to be a very boring thing, but it was also very enjoyable.
He knew that he was panicking, and he was in a mess. Therefore, he wanted to leave and escape the bookstore.
He regretted coming here today. He regretted it very much.
Zhou Ze did not stop him. However, when the deliveryman reached out to open the bookstore's door,
Zhou Ze took out his phone and looked at the time.
"It's midnight."
Dong!
There was no wall clock in the bookstore, but at that moment, the deliveryman seemed to hear the bell ringing.
He pushed the door hard, but it didn't budge. He was angry and looked at the door lock. The door wasn't locked, and there was nothing blocking it, but the door wouldn't open.
The deliveryman kicked the door like a madman, but the door didn't budge.
What he could not see was,
The six people who were originally sitting there and reading,
All of them slowly stood up.
The first seven Soul Nights,
Every debt has its debtor.
They had come here, following their enemies.
And now,
They all stared at their enemies.
A guy who had killed them with arson had become a hero.
"I told you not to save me!"
A low roar came from behind Zhou Ze.
Zhou Ze happened to blow on his fingernails at this moment, and then he suddenly turned around. The fingernails on his right hand instantly grew longer, and the transparent black color emitted a strange luster. Wisps of black Qi surrounded his fingertips, bringing with it a terrifying aura.
At the same time, black mist was rolling in Zhou Ze's eyes.
"Hiss Hiss Hiss... Ahhhhhh!!!!"
The man in the black suit, who had just turned into a malicious spirit with great difficulty, was grabbed by the shoulder by Zhou Ze's hand. Then, his entire body began to tremble. The black gas on Zhou Ze's fingertips were like sharp knives that continuously pierced through his body. Wisps of green smoke rose from the top of the man's head.
"I understand you, but you disgust me."
Zhou Ze said in a deep voice.
"So, you should just say goodbye."
Zhou Ze exerted force with his fingers again.
The man in the black suit wailed as he pleaded. He hoped that Zhou Ze would let him go. He had already turned into a malicious spirit. Once he "Died" again, his soul would dissipate. He would not even have the chance to enter Hell.
But Zhou Ze did not let go.
His gaze remained cold.
He waited until the man in the black suit's body completely melted and evaporated.
Only then did he retract his palm. In his palm, he could vaguely see some ashes.
"Phew..."
Zhou Ze blew on his palm and clapped his hands.
When he turned around, Zhou Ze sighed.
He did not know if it was because he was here that the structure of the bookstore had changed.
Or perhaps...
This was just a coincidence.
The six customers who had been reading quietly when they came in were now emitting black mist. This was a sign that they were going to turn into malicious spirits for revenge.
The delivery boy was still punching the wall with his fists and kicking it with his feet.
Looking up, who would the heavens spare? Perhaps it was the scene in front of him.
These six victims had panicked in the thick smoke and fire. They did not know what was going on, and in the end, they did not manage to escape and died tragically.
"Everyone, give me some face. Don't be in a hurry to turn into malicious spirits."
Zhou Ze came to the crowd and raised his hand at the six people.
"Come, relax. Smile for me?"
Zhou Ze wanted to ease the atmosphere. Once they turned into malicious spirits, they would not be able to enter the cycle of reincarnation. After taking revenge, they would completely lose their obsession and could only dissipate with the wind.
This was the most tragic ending.
Zhou Ze felt that it was not worth it. It was really not worth it.
The arsonist had already killed you. You were separated from your family and loved ones. Your children had lost their father or mother, and your parents had lost their children.
There was no need to push yourself into an even more terrifying abyss because of this murderer.
However, Zhou Ze's words did not have the slightest effect.
The faces of these six people were still cold, and the black mist on their bodies was getting thicker and thicker. Black lines began to appear at the corners of their eyes and lips.
They were about to become the image of the funny man in black who had just charged at him.
"Since you don't want to smile for me, then I'll smile for you?"
Zhou Ze squeezed out an ugly smile.
It's over.
It's a sin.
It can't be saved.
Zhou Ze knew that it was very easy for him to destroy these malicious spirits. For example, the funny guy who had been by his side for a week. He had finally finished his cooldown and was preparing to use his ultimate move, but he had been slapped to death by him.
However, he really did not know how to transcend these ghosts. Moreover, Zhou Ze was a ghost, so it was not convenient for him to do this. It was like asking Zhang Fei to do embroidery.
"There is a path to the netherworld, and the Yellow Springs can be crossed!"
A stern shout came from outside the room. Then, the door of the bookstore was pushed open. Xu Langqing walked in with a small porcelain bowl in her hand. There were grains of rice in the bowl, and at the same time, there were three incense sticks.
"Rise!"
The three incense sticks burned quickly.
At the same time, the grains of rice in the bowl turned from crystal white to black, and the black fog on the six people's bodies began to fade. Finally, their faces began to change from the cold and murderous look to a peaceful and serene one.
The six of them slowly sat down in front of their bowls and chopsticks.
"Xu Qinglang!" Zhou Ze pointed at Xu Qinglang and shouted.
Very excited.
Really excited.
He was even more excited than Doctor Lin who had just come out of the bath.
Thinking about how difficult it had been for him to eat for the past week.
How could he not be excited?
As for Xu Qinglang's performance just now, Zhou Ze was not surprised. In fact, everyone just saw through it and did not say anything.
Xu Qinglang rolled his eyes at Zhou Ze. In an instant, he was as charming as the cuckoo on the mountain.
However, at the same time, he said unhappily,
"Are you having a Spring Festival midnight party here?"
"I didn't want to either." Zhou Ze briefly explained the matter to Xu Qinglang.
Xu Qinglang nodded to indicate that he understood. He cupped his hands and said to the six people,
"Everyone, it's your first seven Soul Nights. You should go back and see your family. They should be waiting for you at home. I will give you an explanation for what happened here."
When the six of them heard this, they silently passed through the glass and left.
Zhou Ze's gaze was on the bowl containing the "Black Rice".
"Why doesn't this thing affect me?"
The corner of Xu Qinglang's mouth twitched. He resisted the urge to fight Zhou Ze for 300 rounds.
He snorted.
"You're different."
He was still angry. He still had a problem with Zhou Ze. He was still unbalanced. However, because of his appearance, temperament, and voice, this "You're different" carried a strong sense of resentment.
Then …
Xu Qinglang looked at the delivery boy who had fainted in the corner. "What should we do with him?"
As he spoke, Xu Qinglang made a cutting motion.
Zhou ze shook his head.
He said,