Chapter 15 Undercover

Zhou Ze reached out, his fingertips constantly twirling black gas to disperse the creatures gnawing at the black-clothed man, but the wisps of black gas still bound the little ghosts, preventing their escape.

Since the battle on the rooftop, Zhou Ze found his grasp of this power had seemingly elevated to a new level.

"You're a cop?"

Zhou Ze lowered his head, looking at the black-clothed man lying on the ground, his soul nearly shattered.

"What do you think?"

The black-clothed man stood up, his soul fragmented, looking rather miserable.

But his gaze was firm and piercing.

"I just didn't expect it."

Zhou Ze remembered the last time he saw Bureau Chief Zhao, the day of the funeral when he entered his bookstore. He and Xu Qinglang couldn't tell if he was alive or dead.

Thinking about it,

He felt relieved again.

Bureau Chief Zhao was nearing retirement age, and he had dedicated most of his life to his job. He was a bit like Madam Bai who had gone to hell earlier, her merits fulfilled.

That kind of person was an exception among exceptions.

It was like learning to do good deeds. It was precisely because it was an exception in society that it was necessary to learn. If everyone was alive, what was the need to learn?

"Come in with me."

...

Outside, the rain was still falling. The girl who had been sitting in the bookstore sketching from a magazine went out to check on her companion, finding her asleep leaning against a clothes rack. She draped a garment over her, then stayed outside with her, not going back inside.

Two college girls who came out to set up a stall to earn money, like delicate wildflowers in this city, tenacious and strong.

For them, it was an ordinary day: setting up a stall, encountering rain, seeking shelter.

They couldn't possibly know what kind of business the bookstore they were sheltering in conducted, nor did they remember that one of them had almost made a deal with a ghost just now.

Inside the bookstore, Zhou Ze set out some peanuts and broad beans again. The black-clothed man sat opposite him, the little ghosts standing to the side, shivering.

"Thank you for your hospitality."

The black-clothed man said in a deep voice.

"Now that you've eaten, it's time to go," Zhou Ze said.

The man raised his head, looking at Zhou Ze. Clearly, he was unwilling.

"They're already dead, and you've already sacrificed yourself. You've fulfilled your responsibilities. There's no need to hold on to that last bit of obsession and insist on taking them away with you.

If any problems arise along the way and their souls escape your control, this world will have a few more wandering ghosts. Who knows what other troubles they might cause."

Zhou Ze explained patiently.

In fact, there was only one central idea.

I respect you,

But respect is respect, and work is work.

You have your obsessions, but I have my responsibilities.

The living are your concern,

The dead are mine.

"Then can I ask you for a favor?"

"Speak."

"Help me investigate the cause of my death." The black-clothed man raised his scarred face, looking particularly ferocious, "I was working undercover. Someone betrayed me, or I would have been able to capture them and bring them to justice."

The black-clothed man thought of the person on the car who suddenly received a phone call. Then the atmosphere immediately changed. He realized that his identity had been exposed. Both sides began to fight in the car. Finally, the car drove into a mountain ravine, resulting in a car crash.

"This sounds like a plot from a crime drama."

Zhou Ze sighed after listening to the man's story.

Being an undercover agent was really not easy.

"Come, let me offer you a toast."

Zhou Ze raised his glass, clinking it with the man's.

Then, he put down his glass.

"You've agreed?" the man asked.

"No, I'm just stalling for time to organize my refusal. I don't want you to feel awkward."

"..." The black-clothed man.

"Sorry, I can't do it. This is just a bookstore, actually just a station, sending souls that shouldn't linger in the mortal realm to hell for reincarnation.

The affairs of the living in the mortal realm are not my concern, and I can't possibly interfere. The only thing I can do is write an anonymous letter and deliver it for you. Anything more than that,

I can't do it, and I don't want to."

The black-clothed man was a little disappointed. He wanted to say something more, but it turned into a sigh, then he drank the wine.

Ghosts only absorb the fumes when they drink. The wine in the glass didn't seem to change at all. Zhou Ze helped him pour out the wine in the glass and refilled it.

"Have two more drinks, then I'll send you on your way. I wish you well."

People are kind when they are about to die.

What's more, the ghost in front of him was about to be sent to hell by him. At this time, he didn't need to make up a story to deceive him.

He was a good policeman,

Worthy of three cups.

Zhou Ze pointed to the wine glass,

This was all he could do.

In this world, all kinds of disturbances were happening all the time, and all kinds of unfairness and tragedies were happening. Zhou Ze couldn't control so much, and he didn't want to control it.

Managing this bookstore well and getting his second life back on track was what he wanted to do now.

"Is there judgment in hell?"

The black-clothed man asked Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze was taken aback.

He suddenly thought of the teacher wearing a tall hat, with the words "Scoundrel" written on it.

Zhou Ze had tried to take off that hat for him, but he couldn't do it at all. The hat was very hard and very strong, and he couldn't move it at all.

This also meant that the Yama Palace of Hell didn't seem to be the place where right and wrong were distinguished in legends. Those judges were not all discerning and insightful.

Most of them were probably muddling along, getting by.

People were always full of a kind of inexplicable expectation for things they didn't understand,

Like heaven,

Like hell,

People always believed that in places they had never been, there would be more beautiful flowers.

This was a kind of spiritual anesthesia, and it was also a kind of self-hypnosis.

At least for now,

Hell,

Doesn't seem to be much different from the mortal world.

But Zhou Ze still nodded,

"Yes, everything will come to light in hell."

The black-clothed man stood up, looked at Zhou Ze, and said, "I don't want you to help me deliver an anonymous letter. Just help me find the bodies. If you regard yourself as a ghost messenger, I beg you. If you regard yourself as a living person, as a citizen, you have an obligation to cooperate with our police actions."

The man said a place name,

Qiming Road, Huangjia Town Section.

"Your bodies haven't been found yet?" Zhou Ze was a little surprised.

"Yes, not yet, so I haven't been able to prove my identity. Except for the上线 (shàngxiàn, contact who knows my identity), everyone else thinks I've absconded with this gang."

"I'll give it a try."

Zhou Ze reached out and rubbed his brow.

Trouble,

Really troublesome.

As a newly minted otaku, he only thought about opening a store to do business every day, and then lying on Bai Yingying's legs at night to sleep and eat the grapes she peeled.

Now he had to go on a long journey, which was really annoying.

"Please send us down, send us all down together. On the road to the underworld, I also want to escort them to see the judge. I want to see them brought to justice with my own eyes."

Zhou Ze nodded,

Opened the gate of hell,

At the same time, he asked: "Are they drug traffickers?"

The black-clothed man shook his head.

"Are they smugglers then?"

"It's gambling." The black-clothed man said in a deep voice.

"Oh." Zhou Ze was a little confused. Did it take so much effort to catch gambling?

"Gambling that takes human lives as collateral."

The black-clothed man looked at Zhou Ze, but didn't continue to speak, because he knew that Zhou Ze wasn't very interested in this matter.

He grabbed the three little ghosts and walked into the gate of hell together.

Soon,

The smoke disappeared,

Zhou Ze clapped his hands, took out his notebook, and looked at it. The performance column increased to twenty percent.

There was still eighty percent to complete, but according to the business situation of the new store, it shouldn't take long to become a full-time employee.

He picked up his teacup, ready to walk to his bar, continuing to sway and be his own Master Zhou, but he found that at some point, there was a person standing behind him.

It was Tang Shi,

She was still chewing a White Rabbit candy in her mouth.

"Why didn't you agree to investigate? It's so interesting?" Tang Shi asked.

"I'm not that free." Zhou Ze walked back to the bar and sat down.

"Gambling that takes lives as collateral sounds interesting." Tang Shi continued, "If he were here, he would go and take a look."

"He is him, I am me."

"Oh, it seems that business is good today. It seems that trees die when moved, but people live." Tang Shi walked to the door, looking at the two college students still sheltering from the rain outside.

"The rain hasn't stopped."

"You're not staying up there, you came down just to play sentimental?" Zhou Ze asked in surprise.

Tang Shi shook her head,

Then she spread out her hand,

A paper crane folded from paper danced gracefully, lifelike.

"Zhou Ze, you know, sometimes it's not that you take the initiative to avoid trouble, and trouble won't fall on you."

"But at least it can reduce the trouble." Zhou Ze lit a cigarette.

"I've been free for the last two days, so I investigated you."

It sounded like you had something to do on weekdays.

In Zhou Ze's view, if you put aside the special abilities and the identity of the reborn, Tang Shi was just a vase, who didn't know anything, and didn't want to do anything.

Except that her legs looked good,

He could play with them for a year.

"Where are your eyes looking?"

The ballpoint pen on Zhou Ze's counter floated up, dangling in front of Zhou Ze's eyes, seemingly ready to poke his eyes out at any time.

"You look much better in black stockings than in nude stockings."

Zhou Ze commented.

Tang Shi threw out her mobile phone, and the mobile phone floated in front of Zhou Ze,

It was a news screenshot,

A prison riot broke out in Subei Prison, killing one prisoner and injuring more than a dozen prisoners.

"What do you mean?" Zhou Ze asked, looking at the screen.

"How afraid of trouble are you?" Tang Shi shook her head helplessly, "You don't even recognize the person who drove a big truck and killed you?"

Zhou Ze's pupils shrank immediately.

"I didn't do it." Zhou Ze said.

"I know you didn't do it." Tang Shi said, "But he's dead."

"Accident, maybe they also like to play hide-and-seek?"

Zhou Ze shrugged.

At this moment, Xu Qinglang came down, he patted his forehead, and said to Zhou Ze:

"Lao Zhou, sorry, I forgot something a few days ago. Your uncle looked for you in the days after you disappeared, saying that his son, your cousin, died in a car accident, and he wanted you to attend the funeral.

At that time, I thought that anyway, you are Zhou Ze, and Xu Le's relatives have nothing to do with you, and you were not here at that time, so I forgot. Just remembered it, so I'll tell you about it. The funeral should have been half a month ago, it's over."

Hearing this,

Zhou Ze's face,

Finally became serious.

Vaguely,

It seemed that a vortex,

Had already been lifted up unknowingly.