Chapter 125 Grandfather

People's eyes can see everything outside, but they can't clearly see their own face right in front of them.

The Late Night Bookstore was always vigilantly watching the storms outside, seemingly naturally overlooking the people inside. Perhaps the bookstore itself had long become the "storm" in the eyes of outsiders.

Not to mention the boss who could run to hell for a walk after every meal to digest his food,

Each and every one of those in the bookstore could establish their own domain and become kings if they were out there.

Zhou Ze was actually very fast. He wanted to capture someone alive because he wanted to know who exactly was trying to seize the power of incense in Tong City.

But the old Daoist didn't give him that chance. Of course, he couldn't blame the old Daoist; he was forced, he was overpowered, he was innocent.

The other party wanted his faith,

So he gave it.

As for the fact that the other party exploded directly afterward,

You can't blame the prisoner for being too adaptable, right?

The old Daoist and Lao Zhang staggered together, both feeling their legs weakening for a moment.

Lao Zhang knelt on one knee, while the old Daoist circled around before plopping down on his rear end with a "thump."

The tailbone area was injured, immediately causing him to grit his teeth in pain.

By the time Zhou Ze arrived,

Besides the lingering smell of gunpowder in the air,

There was nothing else left.

"Boss, you're here,"

The old Daoist said, looking at Zhou Ze, then shook his head, complaining to himself,

"I'm getting old, and I don't have the strength to walk anymore.

Yo ho, Lao Zhang, you need to replenish your energy!"

"............" Lao Zhang.

On the way back, Zhou Ze frowned and didn't say a word. That stone was just a pure mineral, not very valuable. It was just for looks, a prop used to attract people to offer incense and pray. Plus, the bookstore wasn't lacking in such "rockeries," so Boss Zhou didn't let the old Daoist secretly bring it back.

Once they got back to the bookstore, Zhou Ze called An attorney over and told him about the day's events.

An attorney was shocked. He subconsciously thought there had been omissions in his and Feng Si's previous work, that it was his fault.

But after Zhou Ze finished speaking,

An attorney understood,

A feat like this,

Could never have been done by some minor earth deity, especially since they were still in the stage of secretly developing.

So, over the next few days, everyone in the bookstore except the boss was arranged by An attorney to divide Tong City into several areas, and they took turns searching.

The previously lax work style was rectified during these few days, but with little effect. However, the little boy's group suspected they had discovered a similar case, but the other party ran fast, seemingly sensing something was wrong in advance, and left directly, so they couldn't catch them.

But the investigation was still ongoing.

............

"Two youtiao (fried dough sticks), two tea eggs, a bowl of shredded pickled mustard tuber with pork noodles, and a bowl of soy milk."

"Okay, just wait."

Lao Zhang found an empty table and sat down, his face glistening with oil.

It wasn't just that the previous late-night snack was too good and greasy. People who had experienced staying up all night could probably truly understand the oily feeling on their faces after an all-nighter.

He had been searching all night, but still hadn't found anything. In fact, Lao Zhang himself was starting to wonder what exactly he was looking for.

As a former criminal police officer, searching and finding targets was something he was very familiar with, but this time, it was simply too much like finding a needle in a haystack.

He would look at small temples, and even those tiny land temples smaller than a rural household's outhouse on the edge of rice paddies, he had to go down and shine a flashlight to check, afraid of missing any clues.

It was tiring, really tiring. Investigating without a system or rules was indeed a very energy-consuming thing.

But Lao Zhang hadn't thought about giving up or being perfunctory. As An attorney had said at the mobilization meeting, the other party had extended their tentacles to under their noses. If they wanted to continue living peacefully in the future, they had to find the other party in advance.

Most of the people in the bookstore, except for a few exceptions, were local to Tong City or local ghosts, so they had a sense of ownership when doing things.

At this moment,

A small hand reached out in front of him, took one of his tea eggs, peeled it open, and ate it on its own.

Lao Zhang looked up and saw a seven- or eight-year-old boy, but he wasn't angry. Let him eat it.

After the little boy ate a tea egg, he also took Lao Zhang's youtiao. Lao Zhang pushed his bowl of soy milk in front of the little boy, while he "huffing and puffing" ate his noodles.

Soon after,

The little boy finished the youtiao and drank all the soy milk. Lao Zhang also finished his noodles, rubbed his stomach,

And called out:

"Boss, check out."

After paying, Lao Zhang walked to his car, opened the door, and sat inside.

Recently, there hadn't been any serious criminal cases in Tong City, so he was able to come out and "fly a kite" under other pretenses. In any case, he should do what An attorney had told him to do first, which could be considered serving the people of Tong City.

"Click."

He lit a cigarette after his meal,

Lao Zhang started the car, turned on the air conditioning, and planned to continue on his way after finishing this cigarette.

"Bang!"

The passenger door was opened. Lao Zhang looked in surprise at the little boy who had gotten into his car.

Lao Zhang smiled:

"Am I your dad? Do I have to pick you up and take you to school after treating you to breakfast?"

The little boy looked up,

Looking at Lao Zhang with cute eyes.

Lao Zhang also looked at the little boy with loving eyes.

The little boy suddenly erupted,

Picked up an electric waving cat toy from the front of Lao Zhang's car and smashed it over Lao Zhang's head and face:

"Who do you want to be a dad to? Who do you want to be a dad to?

Zhang Yanfeng, you son of a bitch, I am your ancestor, I am your ancestor!!!!!!!!!!"

"Bang bang bang bang!!!"

............

By a roadside flower bed,

Lao Zhang, with a bruised nose and swollen face, squatted in front of a bench with a helpless and aggrieved expression,

While the little boy sat on the bench.

It was very uncomfortable, very uncomfortable.

According to Chinese tradition,

It's a matter of course for your dad to beat you because he gave birth to you and raised you!

It's also a matter of course for your grandpa to beat you because he gave birth to and raised your dad!

As for your great-grandfather, that was already a distant existence. Most people would find it difficult to be beaten by their great-grandfather unless their family had been having children very quickly for three generations.

As for those further up, there was no need to discuss whether or not they would beat you. People like that could already be considered ancestors, and had become gods.

Being beaten by them was really an honor, especially since he deserved it. Who told him to try to be someone's dad so casually?

"Get up, are you mourning for me!"

The little boy shouted.

"Okay."

Lao Zhang silently got up and obediently sat on the corner of the bench.

The little boy kicked Lao Zhang on the butt and scolded:

"You dare sit all the way back when you're sitting with me? Are you an idiot?

You don't even know such basic details. No wonder you can only be a criminal police captain for two lifetimes."

"............" Lao Zhang.

Actually, Lao Zhang wanted to retort, "Isn't it because you, as the ancestor, set a good example?"

But after thinking about it, he decided not to say it.

"You... how did you come up?"

Lao Zhang remembered that Feng Si had just gone back a few days ago, and the great purge should be about to end. Moreover, he learned from Feng Si that his ancestor had also become a judge in the underworld.

It was a very strange feeling.

After living two lifetimes and being over fifty years old, Lao Zhang had actually become a "second-generation official," or maybe it couldn't be called second-generation anymore; it had been several generations of officials.

What was this?

A black family?

A hellish clan?

"I applied for an outside assignment. From now on, I'll specialize in walking in the human realm, looking around and checking things out. By the way, I also have to promote your salted fish boss to an inspector, but it'll take a few days. The underworld's appointments will be announced uniformly at that time, and the Gates of Hell will be reopened."

Isn't he your boss too?

Lao Zhang muttered silently in his heart.

"Everyone else is thinking of squeezing in. The Nine Attendants have taken over and purged a lot of people. Plus, there have been so many more deaths due to the previous disturbances. One problem with being a ghost is that everyone 'lives' for a long time, and there's no retirement system. There's only one radish in each pit up there, so it's difficult for the people below to squeeze up.

This time, it's easier. Too many radishes have been pulled out. Even I got a judge's pit.

Well, but I'm different from others. I don't want to climb any higher, so I actively took on the work that other judges are avoiding.

That way, the next time your boss goes crazy, if I'm in the main city of hell or somewhere else, I won't get smashed to death along with him."

A year ago, Ying Gou using the moon to smash King Chujiang's palace was still being talked about with relish.

"Oh."

When the ancestor speaks, you just listen. If you have anything to say, just "beep beep" to yourself in your heart, but don't say it out loud.

"I went to the bookstore first, got some River of Souls Flower oral solution, and came out to find you. That An Buqi is really something; how long will it take to find anything with such a needle-in-a-haystack search?"

"Do you have a solution?" Lao Zhang immediately asked.

"Who am I?" The little boy pointed to his nose.

Lao Zhang hesitated, then replied:

"My ancestor."

"That's right. How could I be your ancestor if I didn't have any skills?"

"............" Lao Zhang.

What skills does that require?

"I've already thought of a solution and told An Buqi about it. I'll take advantage of my time in the human realm to help you search together.

The announcement of your boss's appointment is in three days, so try to resolve this matter within these three days, or at least get some clues."

Lao Zhang nodded.

"Your boss is getting promoted. Do you have anything to say?"

"Huh? What should I say? If the boss gets promoted, I can continue to go back to the bureau to work."

The little boy covered his face with his hands,

With a look of sadness and helplessness,

Then kicked Lao Zhang on the butt again,

And scolded:

"From the time I fought foreigners to the time I died under bandits' guns,

What kind of sins have our Lao Zhang family committed in your generation? Could it be that the words 'Serve the People' were carved on our foreheads at birth?"

Lao Zhang thought for a moment,

And said:

"That's pretty good too."

chun jie di xiao long went to send out the signed postcards from the last event this afternoon. There were quite a few of them, and it took too long, which led to him sleeping late. He set an alarm but didn't wake up chun jie di xiao long...

He didn't send out a notification, so he's ditching everyone for another day. He'll post four chapters today as an apology. This is the first chapter.