Why don't I sleep with Bai Yingying in my arms at the bookstore,
Instead, he drove all the way to the gate of the prison to blow the air?
The logic in my mind was twisted to pieces in an instant, as if some important link had been abruptly pulled out, and the rest of it seemed a bit out of order.
Zhou Ze tried to sort out his thoughts,
He remembered that he was supposed to rescue Zhang Yanfeng in the hospital, but Zhang Yanfeng's soul floated to the pig's head butcher's shop. There was a traffic light in the pig's head butcher's shop, and then he met Anbu, who had prepared the corpse in advance , let Zhang Yanfeng use the dead body to revive his soul, and also used the ghost certificate he gave him.
No,
There seems to be something wrong.
Zhou Ze lowered his head,
Force yourself to think hard,
Because the biggest paradox is, why did I drive to the prison again?
Why did you come to the prison by yourself?
He can't remember,
I can't remember at all,
If I said that I had nothing to do at night and was too boring, so I drove out for a drive, and my thoughts flew away, and I drove to this wilderness unknowingly, it seems to make sense, even if it is a bit stiff.
But looking at the car I was sitting in, it was neither Lawyer An¡¯s car nor Lao Xu¡¯s Nissan. There was a driver¡¯s license under the groove beside him, which was the photo and name of another stranger.
If ordinary people encounter this situation,
May feel like my brain is broken,
Or cover your mouth and exclaim that you have encountered a "supernatural event",
But the question is, can Zhou Zen learn to exclaim, "It's terrible, I have encountered a supernatural event"?
Push open the car door,
Zhou Ze walked out and kept looking around.
Not far ahead is the towering wall of the prison,
There are no cars on the road at the gate of the prison at night.
The sound of cicadas ringing all around,
Zhou Ze's eyes widened for a while, then narrowed for a while,
"who I am,
Where do I come from,
Where am I going? "
Gritting his teeth,
Zhou Ze felt that he should do something,
His sudden amnesia this time made him very insecure now.
Take out your phone,
? I called Lawyer An,
Because Zhou Ze remembered that he met Lawyer An before he came to the prison.
The phone was quickly connected over there.
"Hello, boss."
"Old An, do you know where I am now?"
"How do I know." An Qi was a little baffled, and then seemed to think of something, and immediately said: "The policeman has woken up and is still in a coma, but his body has shown signs of stable breathing and heartbeat, it should be a problem Not too big."
no,
Don't worry about Lao Zhang's affairs.
"I'm at the gate of the prison now, do you remember why I came to the gate of the prison?"
Lawyer An was taken aback for a moment,
In his view, if you say that you are at the entrance of the clubhouse or the vegetable market, and you ask me why you came here,
I can answer.
But you asked me why you ran to the prison gate in the middle of the night,
Do you want to surrender yourself and go to jail?
still,
Did he mean something else?
What are you implying to yourself?
"boss."
"Um?"
"If you have any opinion on me, you can directly mention it."
The implication is,
Just don't beat around the bush and insinuate Sang Huai or something like that.
"Well¡¡¡¡"
"I have a customer in prison, did you go for this matter? I remember I told you, and I will share the bill with you, don't worry, this"
"Not this onep;However, there are two directions that the black mist is pointing to, which makes Zhou Ze hesitate a bit. At the moment, he can only choose one of the directions and go there first.
Over there, it should be a prison cell. Zhou Ze climbed up the wall and went up to the second floor.
On the second floor, the iron bed was facing a bed. There was a man on the bed who seemed to have sensed something, looked out the window with a look of horror, and happened to meet Zhou Zelai's eyes.
Um?
Is it the criminal?
Still wearing prison uniform?
The prisoner looked astonished,
God,
This ghost job is too dedicated,
Actually entered the prison and climbed the wall at night to catch himself.
The prisoner's hands and feet were cold. He knew from Lawyer An that ghosts in Tongcheng were not easy to mess with. At the moment, he was only left with despair.
But the next moment,
The style of painting seems to have changed suddenly!
The ghost messenger actually smiled at him,
Then motioned him to sleep well.
"" Prisoner.
It's okay to kill or cut whatever you want, and it's okay to send it to hell.
Evil ghosts also have dignity!
What does it mean that you come here in the middle of the night pretending to be prison guards and climbing walls to make ward rounds?
Also told me to sleep well,
You are so sick!
But next,
That ghost messenger really left,
he,
gone? ? ?
Oh shit,
real,
Just like that,
gone?
He climbed the wall into the prison in the middle of the night and climbed the wall to come here again,
Just to see if I am sleeping well?
Yes, Zhou Ze left, because he guessed who this was.
It should be the customer that Lawyer An said he put in prison for "observation",
Now it is equivalent to Zhou Ze's customer,
So Boss Zhou chose to turn a blind eye, went downstairs, and walked in the second direction.
After passing the prisoner's activity area, Zhou Ze walked to the entrance of the prison's small library.
It's unlocked, and the light is still on inside.
Push open the door and walk in,
around,
There is a burnt smell,
Like someone just grilled something here,
Then I specially used 84 disinfectant to sterilize,
In short,
This smell made Zhou Ze very uncomfortable, and even had the urge to retch.
Inexplicably,
An idiom emerged in Zhou Ze's mind,
That is Evaporation.
Force yourself to stabilize your emotions,
Zhou Ze slowly walked towards the place where the light was on, and the black mist gradually faded here, and he even began to lose his direction.
This means that before, there was something that exuded a ghostly aura, but now, it has disappeared, and even the black mist has no ability to track it.
This is the first time Zhou Ze has faced this situation.
But soon,
Zhou Ze saw something on the table,
An old-fashioned fountain pen with some damage on the surface and a little old look,
is lying quietly on the table,
Under the illumination of the light,
Reflects a strange luster. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com