The deliveryman stood in place, looking at Zhou Ze sitting behind the counter.

"Don't be afraid, there are no cameras in the store, and I don't have a recorder here." Zhou Ze stretched. "Of course, you definitely don't believe me when I say that, tch, whatever."

"I don't know what you mean by this," the deliveryman said calmly.

The person who could do such a thing must be very calm.

The police haven't specifically identified the arsonist yet; that's his ability, though it's a derogatory term here.

"I'm sure that fire was set by you." Zhou Ze spread his hands; he was just stating a fact, a fact that didn't need to be refuted at all.

"You're drunk," the deliveryman said.

"Not drunk."

Zhou Ze smiled.

"Just based on this, you're saying I set the fire? Are you better than the police?" The deliveryman's expression was starting to tighten, but he was still restraining himself.

"Hiss... of course I'm not as good as the police, but I'm not blind. As for saying I think you're the arsonist based on that, sorry, that's really not it.

I just confirmed you were the arsonist first, and then deduced the evidence backward, trying to experience what it feels like to be Conan."

Zhou Ze pointed behind the deliveryman.

The deliveryman immediately turned his head; he thought there were police standing there, but there was no one, and no sirens.

In this almost-abandoned shopping mall, and late at night, there wasn't even a passerby.

"They all came in with you," Zhou Ze said.

"Who?" The deliveryman frowned.

"The six people who died in the movie theater, they came in with you, and then I saw it and went 'Oh,' the murderer is you, it's obvious.

Except for that moron standing behind me who's single-mindedly hating me,

you can't say the other six victims have all mistaken the murderer, right?"

Zhou Ze slowly stood up, looking at the deliveryman in front of him.

"Playing tricks!" The deliveryman almost roared; he didn't know why, but he felt the pressure on him increasing, and cold sweat began to flow on his face.

"Don't be nervous, they can't hurt you."

Zhou Ze walked out from behind the counter, holding a plastic bag in his hand.

The plastic bag contained a small box of rice and some pickles.

In Zhou Ze's sight, six people were sitting on plastic stools, men and women, including two elderly people.

They were all sitting there properly, reading books, very quietly, not noisy at all.

Zhou Ze placed a bowl of rice in front of each person, with pickles on top of the rice, and disposable chopsticks stuck straight up in the rice.

Afterward, Zhou Ze took out a bottle of baijiu (white liquor) that cost less than 10 yuan, poured the liquor into plastic cups from the water dispenser, and placed a cup in front of each person.

"Guys, it's not easy for me either, this bookstore keeps losing money, so I can only treat you all with this. Don't blame me for being stingy, you're dead, but I still have to keep living.

Anyway, your families will also make offerings to you, so it doesn't matter if I give you a little bit here, right?"

Zhou Ze bent down, speaking as if he were greeting customers.

Well, Zhou Ze wasn't kind enough to leave a portion for the moron with the brain problem behind him.

"You must be out of your mind!" the deliveryman couldn't help but say. "Heh, I really should record this and upload it online, so the fans can see what kind of person you are!"

"Dare you?" Zhou Ze turned to the side. "You say it like you really dare. You've only been streaming for a few days, and Wu Wu has already fallen."

Yes, there are many reasons why the police haven't found the arsonist yet, but if the police have a key suspect to investigate, it will be difficult for the arsonist to hide.

"I'm leaving, you have a problem with your brain."

The deliveryman changed his friendly demeanor; he was able to successfully convert his popularity into streaming and earn huge income, not only because he was a "hero," but also because of his own marketing plan.

He was very down-to-earth, and his original image setting was good. On this basis, streaming while delivering food was originally a very boring thing, but it could still make people watch with relish.

He knew that he was panicking and confused, so he wanted to leave, to escape this bookstore.

He regretted coming here today, very, very much.

Zhou Ze didn't stop him; however, when the deliveryman reached out to push open the bookstore door,

Zhou Ze took out his phone and looked at the time, saying:

"It's midnight."

"Dong!"

There was no clock in the bookstore, but at this moment, the deliveryman seemed to hear a bell ringing.

He pushed the door hard, but the door didn't move at all. He was angry, looked at the door lock, the door wasn't locked, and there was nothing blocking it, but the door just wouldn't open.

The deliveryman started kicking the door like crazy, but the door still didn't move.

What he couldn't see was,

the six people who were originally sitting there reading,

all slowly stood up,

the seventh day after death, the return of the soul,

debts of injustice have their debtors,

they came here, following their enemy,

and now,

they were all staring at their enemy,

a guy who clearly committed arson and killed them, but became a hero.

"I told you not to save me!"

A low roar came from behind Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze happened to be blowing on his fingernails at this time, and then suddenly turned around, the fingernails on his right hand instantly grew long, the translucent black emitting a strange luster, strands of black gas circling at his fingertips, bringing a frightening aura.

At the same time, black mist was churning in Zhou Ze's eyes.

"Sssssss... Aaaaaaaaaah!!!!!!!!!!!!"

The man in the black suit, who had finally managed to transform into a vengeful ghost, had his shoulder grabbed directly by Zhou Ze's hand, and then his whole body began to tremble. The black gas at Zhou Ze's fingertips was like sharp little knives constantly piercing his body, and strands of green smoke rose upward from the top of the black-suited man's head.

"I understand you, but you disgust me."

Zhou Ze said in a deep voice,

"So, goodbye."

Zhou Ze exerted force again,

The black-suited man wailed and showed a pleading look; he hoped Zhou Ze would let him go. He had already transformed into a vengeful ghost, and once he "died" again, his soul would be scattered, and he wouldn't even have the chance to enter hell.

But Zhou Ze didn't let go,

his gaze remaining cold.

Only after the black-suited man's body had completely melted and evaporated,

did he retract his hand, and in the palm of his hand, he could vaguely see some ashes.

"Phew..."

Zhou Ze blew on his palm and then clapped his hands.

Turning around, Zhou Ze sighed.

He didn't know if it was because of his presence here that the bookstore's layout had changed,

or,

it was just a coincidence.

The six customers who had just been quietly reading after entering now began to emit black mist from their bodies; this was a trend toward transforming into vengeful ghosts to seek revenge.

And that deliveryman was still constantly hitting the wall with his fists and kicking it with his feet.

Looking up, heaven spares no one, that's probably what the scene in front of him was saying.

These six victims were also panicked and clueless in the rolling smoke and fire, and in the end, they failed to escape and died tragically.

"Everyone, give me some face, don't rush to become vengeful ghosts."

Zhou Ze came to the crowd and raised his hand to signal to the six people.

"Come on, relax, give your Ge (older brother) a smile?"

Zhou Ze wanted to ease the atmosphere; once they transformed into vengeful ghosts, they wouldn't enter reincarnation. After revenge, once they completely lost their obsession, they could only dissipate with the wind.

This was the most miserable ending.

Zhou Ze felt that it wasn't worth it, really not worth it.

The arsonist has already caused you to die, separating you from your relatives and family, your children have lost their father or mother, your parents have lost their children,

there's no need to push yourselves into a more terrible abyss because of this murderer.

However, Zhou Ze's words had no effect at all.

The six people's faces were still cold, and the black mist on their bodies was becoming more and more dense, and black lines began to appear at the corners of their eyes and mouths.

They were about to become the same image as that moronic black-clothed man when he had just rushed toward him.

"Since you guys won't give Ge a smile, then Ge will give you a smile?"

Zhou Ze squeezed out a very ugly smile.

Done for,

he was creating karma,

he couldn't save them.

Zhou Ze knew that it would be easy for him to beat these vengeful ghosts until their souls were scattered, just like that moron who had been following him for a week, who had finally finished his cooldown and was ready to unleash a big move, only to be slapped to death by him.

But making him transcend these ghosts really didn't know how to do it, and Zhou Ze himself was a ghost, so it wasn't convenient to do this, like asking Zhang Fei to do embroidery.

"The netherworld has a road, the Yellow Springs can be crossed!"

A stern shout came from outside the house. Immediately afterward, the bookstore door was pushed open, and Xu Qinglang walked in, holding a small porcelain bowl in his hand. The bowl contained rice grains, and three sticks of incense were stuck in it.

"Rise!"

The three sticks of incense burned quickly,

At the same time, the rice grains in the bowl also changed from a crystal-clear white to black, while the black mist on the six people's bodies began to fade at this time. Finally, their faces began to change from the initial coldness and killing intent to peacefulness and tranquility.

The six people all slowly sat down, sitting in front of their own bowls and chopsticks.

"Xu Qinglang!" Zhou Ze pointed at Xu Qinglang and shouted.

Very excited,

really excited,

more excited than seeing Doctor Lin after a bath,

think about how difficult it had been for him to eat this week,

how could he not be excited!

As for Xu Qinglang's performance just now, Zhou Ze wasn't surprised; in fact, everyone had just been seeing through it without saying it.

Xu Qinglang rolled his eyes at Zhou Ze. In that instant, he was full of charm, like the azaleas on the mountain were all blooming,

but at the same time, he said unhappily:

"Are you having a Lunar New Year's midnight party here?"

"I didn't want to either." Zhou Ze briefly explained the matter to Xu Qinglang.

Xu Qinglang nodded to show that he understood, and bowed to the six people, saying:

"Everyone, it's the seventh day after death, the return of the soul, you should go back and see your relatives; they should also be waiting for you at home. I will give you an explanation for what happened here."

Hearing this, the six people silently passed through the glass and left.

Zhou Ze's gaze was on the bowl containing the "black rice,"

"Why doesn't this stuff affect me?"

The corners of Xu Qinglang's mouth twitched, and he forcibly resisted the urge to violently fight Zhou Ze for three hundred rounds,

and hummed:

"You're different."

He was still angry, still had opinions about Zhou Ze, and was still unbalanced, but because of his appearance, temperament, and voice, this sentence "You're different" carried a strong sense of resentment from a woman in her boudoir.

Immediately afterward,

Xu Qinglang looked at the deliveryman who was curled up in the corner and had already fainted from fright, "How do we deal with him?"

As he spoke, Xu Qinglang made a slicing motion.

Zhou Ze shook his head,

and said:

"Let's hand him over to the country."