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The sister-in-law's wallet was sent back by an anonymous courier sent by Zhou Ze.
Um,
The tariff is paid on delivery.
The 2,000 yuan in it was taken down by Zhou Zeshun. Anyway, this girl has a lot of pocket money, so let's take it as the hard work of helping her find the wallet. Zhou Ze thinks his charge is very reasonable.
Then the next day, Zhou Ze saw his sister-in-law post a circle of friends:
"This thief has professional ethics. He stole my wallet but sent all the cards and documents in it back by courier. There are still many good people in this society."
Zhou Ze looked at this circle of friends and was silent for a while,
Forget it, it¡¯s better for the silly girl to continue to be silly, silly people have silly blessings.
Bai Yingying smuggled the video USB flash drive with the deleted head and tail to the home of the middle-aged man¡¯s sister. Her sister went to the police station to report the case on the same day. A few days later, the local police¡¯s official Weibo also released the news.
This incident also caused quite a stir. Many people denounced the girl's shamelessness and wolf-heartedness, but the popularity was completely incomparable with that when the incident happened.
And those who are scolding this girl now probably also scolded that teacher as a "clothed beast".
In short, the days passed peacefully for a few days, the business was still sluggish, Bai Yingying became more addicted to the Internet, made rapid progress, and gradually became obsessed with online games, sitting there every day and watching a dungeon guide can be seen for a long time.
A girl who is addicted to the Internet.
In the evening, eat at Xu Qinglang's place as usual, with Xu Qinglang's newly developed grass girl juice,
Zhou Ze felt that he was slowly able to taste some of his meals.
After the meal, Zhou Ze and Xu Qinglang shared a cigarette with each other as usual.
Xu Qinglang took his mobile phone and checked Weibo, leisurely.
Zhou Ze found that Xu Qinglang's restaurant business has become more and more deserted recently, and there are fewer and fewer takeaway boys coming in and out. Of course, this is not the reason for the business downturn and the decline in the reputation of Xu Qinglang's restaurant, but because the man in front of him is getting worse. I'm getting lazy.
But according to Xu Qinglang, the problem lies with Zhou Ze.
He hummed and hummed from dawn to dusk, but the next door was sitting in the bookstore without moving. How could he keep his balance?
Come on, he is a man with more than 20 suites!
Why hasn't the poor man next door lived comfortably?
Therefore, he should also live well, enjoy it when he wants to enjoy it, and rest when he needs to rest.
Fallen.
Zhou Ze sighed in his heart.
"Hey, there have been a lot of weird things going on in the Eastern District recently." Xu Qinglang said with a smoke ring.
The East District is located in the east of Tongcheng City, a little bit away from the city center, where the Confucian Temple and Chenghuang Temple are located, and it is more lively during the New Year and festivals on weekdays, after all, there are many people who go to offer incense.
"What's wrong?" Zhou Ze asked, shaking the soot.
"Look at this article. Someone posted on Weibo that when they passed the Confucian Temple last night, they saw a few cosplay lovers in ancient costumes. When they walked over to say hello, they suddenly disappeared."
"There is another one here. It says that when I took my parents for a walk after dinner in the woods behind Confucian Temple Street, I saw someone reciting poems there."
"There is another Weibo post by a driver, saying that when he was driving past the Confucian Temple, he heard many people crying on the side of the road."
Confucian Temple?
Zhou Ze frowned slightly, this matter seems to have something to do with him.
"However, these things have made the Confucian Temple popular again. It is said that more people go to burn incense recently, and they all say that there has been a change of spirit." Xu Qinglang said with emotion.
"Hehe." Zhou Ze was thinking about his own affairs.
"It stands to reason, it shouldn't be, the Confucian Temple is a place where Confucian sages live, and it is impossible for any lonely ghosts to go there to make trouble." Xu Qinglang said.
"There should be some, but maybe someone took care of them before." Zhou Ze said.
"What about now? What happened to the people in charge of them?"
"Killed by me."
"" Xu Qinglang.
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As a last resort, Zhou Ze and Bai Yingying came to the Confucian Temple together after nightfall.
Last time Zhou Ze beat the dwarf old man to death, then patted his sleeves and left without taking half of the cloud.
But combined with some recent events, it is very clear that without the control of the dwarf old man, the souls of the scholars who used to serve as guards of honor began to slowly become restless and gradually began to fly.?This official is lucky, and even the rules of the underworld do not apply to me. Therefore, this official advises you not to waste your time in vain.
After the tour of my hometown is over, if I want to go down, I will naturally go down, maybe after I go down, I can also find a job as a supervisor of the underworld, if we meet in the future, you have to kneel down and salute me, respectfully Shout out to my lord. "
"You really owe me a lot." Bai Yingying laughed.
"No, this shows that his hometown is simple and honest, otherwise he would have to be beaten to death until he didn't grow up."
"There's no reason for that. Hmph, I'm too lazy to talk about the advantages of talking with you. I'm not lying. If you plan to forcibly escort me to hell, then be prepared to end it.
Even the magistrates of the Yin Division can't determine the date of his death, let alone you, a little ghost? "
Zhou Ze is not in a hurry to open the gate of hell, he just thinks this person in front of him is quite interesting, and, to be honest, there is nothing unusual about modern ghosts, but ancient ghosts,
Really rare.
People often say that precious cultural relics are records of history, and the one in front of me is a real history repeater.
"You have braids on the back of your head, but you are not wearing an official uniform of the Qing Dynasty." Zhou Ze looked at it carefully for a while, and continued: "It should be an official uniform of the Ming Dynasty.
No, you just said that you once worshiped Jiuqing as an official, but the official uniform of the Ming Dynasty is not that of Jiuqing, but the costume of a low-ranking official. "
The man heard the words and said proudly: "I have been an official for two dynasties. The former was the censor, and the second was the Jiuqing. He has benefited the people and has a great official name.
As for what clothes this official wears, how are you qualified to comment? "
Zhou Ze took out his mobile phone, entered "Jiashen Year March 19th" to check, and then smiled:
"The judge was right. You really should have died on March 19th, Jiashen year."
"It's a bunch of nonsense. I didn't die on that day. I died last, enjoying a beautiful posthumous posthumous title!" The man said disdainfully.
"You should die that day, really." Zhou Ze repeated, and then a sarcastic smile appeared on his face, "But you have the cheek to not die."
"Laughter!" The man waved his sleeves, "I don't know what to say!"
"Think again about what date is March 19th in the Jiashen year, should you die!"
Zhou Ze emphasized his tone and scolded.
The man frowned slightly, as if thinking and remembering,
finally,
Suddenly,
His body trembled, showing shock,
Then I took another look at the Confucian Temple behind me,
this moment,
He finally understood why he was imprisoned in this Confucian Temple when his soul returned to his hometown after his death, and spent hundreds of years in a daze with those he called the imperial examination losers!
"This this this"
The man sat down on the ground in a daze.
On the nineteenth day of the third month of the Jiashen year,
This day is the day when the Ming Dynasty fell, Emperor Chongzhen hanged himself on Meishan Mountain, and all officials of the Ming Dynasty went to the disaster. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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