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Chapter 125 Scary Monk

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    Accompaniment is the longest confession of love, and this kind of companionship is still the kind that you can't meet at all. The female anchor finally left. She didn't wait for the person who asked her to come here. She probably has to reply and ask about that when she goes back.  Why did the account fail to make an appointment with me?

    But what she may not know is that that person has left this world permanently.

    The boy was sent by Zhou Ze on his own initiative. Zhou Ze didn't ask him what obsession made him stay in the world, and he didn't answer. Sending the souls of the dead to hell this time is very easy and simple.

    Even, it can be described as "peaceful".

    There is no resistance, no struggle, no dissatisfaction, some, just a kind of calmness.

    After finishing the business, Zhou Ze went to take a bath and went upstairs to rest. After moving to the new store, the "business" has actually improved a lot. Looking at the piling up ghost notes, it can indeed give the "ghost" a kind of  Great satisfaction.

    When he woke up, it was already noon, and when he went downstairs, Zhou Ze saw the old man sitting behind the bar teasing the little monkey.

    "Morning, boss." The old man greeted.

    Zhou Ze nodded.

    Sitting down on the sofa by the window, a lazy and sunny day is about to begin again. This kind of life is really pleasant, especially watching the endless crowds outside South Street.

    All the hustle and bustle in the world is for profit. Seeing that others are busy for their livelihood and their dreams, but I can steal half a day's leisure in my life. There is superiority in comparison, and better enjoyment in superiority.

    "Boss, what would you like to drink?"

    When Zhou Ze wakes up, Bai Yingying can wake up. Once she leaves too far, Zhou Ze's sleep will be interrupted.

    "Tea bar."

    Bai Yingying quickly made tea and brought it over, and at the same time put an ashtray in front of Zhou Ze, then helped Zhou Ze light his cigarettes before leaving.

    Sometimes, Zhou Ze himself was a little confused, whether Bai Yingying knew the order left by Mrs. Bai, so she was so considerate to herself, but it seemed that she really felt a little silly and sweet. To her Mrs. Bai,  It is also respected and adored.

    Some problems are not suitable for getting to the bottom of it, as that would be boring, and Zhou Ze is willing to continue pretending to be confused.

    drinking tea,

    Smoking a cigarette,

    Anyway, there are not many ghosts during the day, and I will really get busy after night.

    In fact, Zhou Ze still likes to sit in the bookstore, waiting for customers to come to his door, just like Jiang Taigong fishing for volunteers. It's not that it's a b-style, but that it's not tiring.

    He doesn't like to go out and run around, it's too much trouble.

    Picking up today's newspaper and flipping through it, the life-gambling case is already in the process of fermenting and trial, the police dispatched very quickly, all the investors behind the scenes were controlled and arrested, waiting for them,  There will be a just trial.

    At this moment, the door of the bookstore behind Zhou Ze was pushed open, and the old man who walked in made the old man's eyes shine, and his eyes immediately showed a fierce look!

    It's no wonder that the old Taoist suddenly behaved like this, because the person who came in was a monk with ring scars on his head, and he seemed to have a leprosy, a monk with a leprous head, very interesting.

    The monk is not tall, only 1.6 meters tall. He is a bit fat, and he doesn't have the bearing of a high-ranking monk. He is not a little worse than the poss of the old Taoist fairy on the opposite side.

    Since ancient times, Buddhism and Taoism have disliked each other. In ancient dynasties, when Taoism prospered, Buddhism was exterminated, and when Buddhism prospered, Taoism was exterminated. After all, it is necessary to rob believers and resources. If you have more, I will naturally have less.

    From the standpoint of a veteran, the bookstore is his domain, and this skinny monk seems to be kicking the library.

    But what I didn't expect was that the monk with a scarlet head didn't look at the old man at all, and just smiled at the "contradictory meaning" released by the old man, and then walked directly opposite Zhou Ze and sat down.

    "a cup of tea."

    The monk with a scarlet head said.

    The old Taoist brought a cup of tea with a sullen face and brought it over, and at the same time reminded: "The minimum consumption here is 100, and fortune-telling and Fengshui are not accepted here."

    The scarlet-headed monk raised his head slightly, looked at the old man, and said with a smile:

    "We are different."

    We are different,

    A very in-depth sentence not only belittles the old Tao, but also elevates himself.

    It means that you are a god stick who eats and mixes, I have real talents and learning, we are different.

    Zhou Ze exhaled a puff of smoke ring, which just hit the opponent's face.

    It wasn't that Zhou Ze wanted to stand out to the old Taoist, after all, the visitor was a customer, but as soon as the other party entered the bookstore, Zhou Ze had a vague sense of warning signs.

    &nbsLet's talk about your ideals and ideas, maybe you can find a soulmate, and then fight for ghost power with you.  "

    The skinny monk smiled helplessly. Obviously, he had seen this kind of feedback a lot. Now he picked up the newspaper again helplessly, looked at the news on it, and sighed again.

    Zhou Ze reached out and pressed down the newspaper.

    The scarlet-headed monk looked at Zhou Ze with some puzzlement.

    "Monk, there is a saying that you don't rush to run before you learn how to walk. You say you have been fighting for the rights of ghosts, but you can't even understand people, so what qualifications do you have to speak for ghosts?"

    "Why?"

    Zhou Ze reached out and poked the news, shook his head, and said:

    "You said you were in that place at the time, then, did you find the ghost of the old mother in that village?"

    The monk with a scarlet head shook his head, "The poor monk is not lucky enough to see him. If he is lucky enough to see him, he will treat him with courtesy. Although the old man has passed away, his good thoughts still remain."

    Zhou Ze smiled, "I haven't been to that place, but I can bet you with a drawer of ghost money that there is no soul of this old mother. After her death, her soul has already gone to hell."

    "How is it possible You are a ghost messenger, don't you believe that there are ghosts in this world?"

    The skinny monk thought it was ridiculous.

    "The person who disappeared and was killed was from the same village.

    The murderer who murdered and hid the corpse also came from the same village.

    Then there is another woman who tells the police clues in a dream, and she is also from the same village. Isn't this obvious enough?  "

    Zhou Ze lit another cigarette, and said: "The newspaper said that the police didn't believe it at first, but after they found the body in the cemetery, they also found it very strange. This is a reporter's style of writing, in order to make the news interesting and attract topics.

    But in fact, I believe the local police know it well.

    The woman came to report. It is very likely that she passed by and saw the murderer when he was hiding the body.  "

    "Then why didn't she speak directly to the police?" the scarlet monk asked.

    "Because the murderer is also from the same village, the murderer may have parents, children, and brothers and sisters. If you report it directly, wouldn't you be hated by your family?

    Therefore, she used the theory of ghosts and gods to reveal the clues in this way in a vague way, so that she would not be hated.

    It's like a kidnapping case in some remote areas. You don't even know that this family bought a person back?

    Or, do you think that the whole village is bad, no one has a conscience, no one has kind thoughts in their hearts?

    It's just because everyone thinks that if you report it, you will hate the neighbors in the same village. Even if you sympathize with the poor woman who was trafficked, you can only pretend not to see it.  "

    The scarlet-headed monk was taken aback for a moment, and asked in confusion, "What is this?"

    "Human nature." (Remember this website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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