Hearing the clamor outside,

Zhou Ze, who had been squatting there, sat down on the ground in a dispirited manner. The tile floor was somewhat cold, but his heart was even colder.

Oh,

forgot,

he no longer had a heart.

Lifting his shirt, Zhou Ze discovered that the empty space where his heart used to be had been completely restored in just one night.

This made Zhou Ze wonder if he had fallen victim to the other party's illusion, and that his heart was actually still there.

Because he could feel his heartbeat, and his body was still full of vitality, without any problems.

But it seemed that a certain emotion had been extracted.

Some of his instincts were also marked with a forbidden symbol, as if an invisible wall was trapping him.

Last night, he should have rushed to the side of the deceased like Xu Qinglang, even if his first reaction was to determine that the deceased was definitely dead. But the original him should have reacted that way.

Just like just now, when Xu Qinglang reprimanded him, he retorted with, "What does it have to do with me?"

In fact, given his state last night, after fighting the monkey and being pulled to the table by that inexplicable old man to taste a unique meal, he was already somewhat dazed.

Even when those people were playing the planchette game, he sensed something, but it was impossible to make any clear reaction.

Last night, he was already as timid as a startled bird, seeing enemies everywhere. Any so-called "悸动 (jì dòng - palpitation)," was somewhat ambiguous.

Of course, these were all excuses. Zhou Ze now clearly felt that he was like he was getting "braces" - he could still eat and drink, but he was always restricted in some ways, and it just felt uncomfortable.

People are like this, when you encounter great misfortune and exploitation, as long as there is still hope in front of you, you can always continue to grab it tightly and continue to take your steps forward.

Zhou Ze in the orphanage was like this before, and Zhou Ze in the hospital was like this,

even now he is like this.

To put it nicely, it's called tenacity. To put it bluntly, it's better to live badly than to die.

His hands propped on the ground,

he raised his head,

and let out a long sigh.

He didn't make it in time.

He kept telling himself in his heart that he had to find that thing as soon as possible, then grab it, throw it into hell, and earn performance points. This was definitely a juicy piece of business.

But wasn't he also clearly aware that if that thing wasn't found one day, as long as one person died, there would definitely be a second and a third?

Once a ghost really kills someone, it will only become more and more crazy. Repentance, for a ghost, means dissipating into nothingness.

Therefore, people will continue to end their lives in this inexplicable way.

But Zhou Ze couldn't think like that, couldn't use this as a goal to feel anxious, otherwise the gnawing pain in his chest would make him wish he were dead.

Just like what the old man said at the dinner table: A person, once he loses his conscience, can't be good no matter how good he is.

Just then, he looked blankly at the ceiling above. He saw what seemed like a faint black line in the ceiling.

Suddenly,

Zhou Ze's body trembled.

He found it.

He found that thing.

It hadn't come in at all. It wasn't in this bookstore last night either.

It was above,

its gaze was looking down,

watching everything here!

It even stretched out its hand, influencing the tip of the pen, using this method, little by little, to join in this game.

This was an inconceivable method, a method that transcended Zhou Ze's understanding.

"Now people finally won't die anymore!"

"Hiss...it hurts so much..."

Zhou Ze, who had just stood up, had to bend down again.

"Now I can finally get some performance points."

Okay, it doesn't hurt anymore.

Fuck!

…………

"The deceased is Chen Yinong," Xu Qinglang said to Zhou Ze, who had just come out, while chewing betel nuts.

"The guy who was going to confess his love last night?" Zhou Ze asked.

"Yeah, it's him. I just eavesdropped on the police for a bit. He should have just finished giving his statement. Who knew that he would appear here right after leaving the police station and then jump down."

The police hadn't identified a specific suspect, so after Zhou Ze and Xu Qinglang gave their statements, the others were also allowed to leave after the investigation. The only restriction was that they were not allowed to leave Tongcheng during this time.

"So he committed suicide right after returning from the police station?" Zhou Ze sighed. "What a truly terrifying wedding."

"Hey, can you watch your mouth and be respectful to the dead?" Xu Qinglang said to Zhou Ze.

"Be respectful? Do you need to be respectful? I still have some hell money there. You can burn it if you need it," Zhou Ze shrugged.

"I don't know who invented this stupid method of accumulating virtue by burning hell money. Do you think burning hell money can solve all your problems?"

"That sounds like saying money is the root of all evil. Then why don't you sell all twenty-something of your apartments and donate them to Project Hope?"

"............" Xu Qinglang.

"Come with me to a place," Zhou Ze said.

"Where?"

Zhou Ze pointed to the tall building on the west side and said, "There."

…………

There are several tall buildings in this commercial center, all connected by passages. Of course, as this commercial center fell into disuse, the merchants in these tall buildings had long since moved out.

This is one of the manifestations of excessive urban development. The construction of high-rise buildings exceeds people's daily needs, which often leads to the emergence of such huge ghost buildings, which is also a waste of resources.

The elevator was out of service, so Zhou Ze and Xu Qinglang could only go up the stairs.

"Hey, those two people jumped from the opposite side," Xu Qinglang reminded. "It's on the opposite side, directly above my and your store. What are you doing here?"

The two were currently located on the west side of Zhou Ze and Xu Qinglang's shop, nearly a hundred meters away from the place where the suicides had occurred.

"You can be considered a Xuan cultivator (mystical cultivator), so what makes even you, an insider, mistakenly believe that ghosts need to kill people with a knife in front of them, just like living people?" Zhou Ze retorted.

"Then why do you judge that that thing will be here?"

"The grooves on the tiles."

The two had already reached the fourth floor. Zhou Ze chose a location with the shortest straight-line distance to his shop, then extended his index finger and gently slid it in front of him.

"What does this mean?" Xu Qinglang asked.

"If you're just going to be a curious baby and ask 'why' next to me, I suggest you go act in a suspense drama, because they always need a simpleton assistant to stand next to the protagonist and keep asking 'why' to set the stage for the protagonist to show off."

"Damn, you're getting more and more sarcastic," Xu Qinglang complained.

"Because I've always treated you like a brother, not a woman," Zhou Ze reached out and patted Xu Qinglang's shoulder.

"But you don't seem to be very gentle with Bai Yingying either."

Zhou Ze made the sliding motion with his index finger again, and then said, "Actually, this should be a parallel line. Can you understand?"

"You mean when those people were playing the planchette game last night, they really summoned something, but that thing didn't approach, but stood in a similar position to where we are now.

Then, using its finger, it controlled the movement of the pen, pointing it at you?"

"You guessed it," Zhou Ze revealed a smile at the corner of his mouth. "So, that guy is very bold. Last night, the people from the amateur association asked if they could successfully see a ghost tonight, and then the pen was controlled to point at me.

It doesn't mind offending me, and it doesn't even mind killing people next to me."

"So crazy?"

"No, in my eyes, this means it's more valuable, and the performance points I'll get after sending it in will be more obvious. This is a big fish, a big fish that doesn't even care about the ghost enforcers."

"Wouldn't that be very dangerous?" Xu Qinglang muttered.

"That's why I called you," Zhou Ze looked at Xu Qinglang. "I said I treat you like a brother, so if the other party is terrifying, we'll die together. Isn't that romantic?"

"............" Xu Qinglang.

"Romantic my ass, you pervert!"

"It's okay, at worst we'll go to hell. I've been there before, I know the way."

Zhou Ze gestured again, then took out his phone, looked at the line in the photo, continued to estimate the angle in his mind, and then pointed to the top of the building, saying, "It should be on the fifth floor, there shouldn't be too much deviation."

"Hey, at least tell me earlier so I can bring some magic tools!" Xu Qinglang complained as he followed Zhou Ze up the stairs.

"Remember the night when you subdued Bai Yingying? It doesn't make much difference whether you have magic tools or not."

Xu Qinglang was speechless for a moment and cursed, "You heartless bastard."

Zhou Ze paused and smiled.

Then,

the two walked together to the window on the east side of the fifth floor.

This used to be an amusement park, but it had accumulated dust. Some of the machinery and facilities that hadn't been moved were still there, showing an extremely desolate atmosphere.

Xu Qinglang was a little nervous, while Zhou Ze continued to walk forward unhurriedly.

It should be in this location.

Suddenly, Zhou Ze stopped in front of an inflatable toy castle.

"Oh, long time no see!"

A familiar voice came from behind the inflatable bed.

Zhou Ze raised his head and saw an old man wearing a dirty Taoist robe jumping down from there.

"Brother, long time no see, I really miss you, come, come, we'll drink tonight, it's my treat, to pay you back for the favor last time!"

The old Taoist walked over and greeted Zhou Ze.

And at this moment,

Xu Qinglang instinctively pinched his fingers into a seal:

"天地无极，玄心正法! (tiān dì wú jí, xuán xīn zhèng fǎ! - Heaven and earth are boundless, the profound heart is the correct method!)"

He directly bit his index finger and then pointed it at the center of the old Taoist's eyebrows.

The speed was very fast, without any hesitation.

But what happened next shocked Xu Qinglang. The old Taoist glanced at Xu Qinglang as if nothing had happened, and said with dissatisfaction:

"Is your wife crazy, or is this your family's custom, liking to smear blood on people's faces when you greet them? This is even more awesome than the Dai people's Water-Splashing Festival!

Come, come, let me teach you the customs of our hometown."

As he said that, the old Taoist reached out and scratched his crotch, as if to return the favor to Xu Qinglang.

But at this moment, Zhou Ze suddenly reached out, his nails grew out, and he directly grabbed the old Taoist's neck.

And the hand that the old Taoist had just pulled out of his crotch didn't know when he had actually pinched a bright yellow talisman, and he was looking at Zhou Ze with a surprised expression:

"Damn... you're faster... than me..."

Zhou Ze glanced at the talisman, and then his nails exerted force. The old Taoist was struck by lightning, and finally, with a gentle push from Zhou Ze, the old Taoist fell to the ground and rolled several times.

Ignoring the old Taoist who had fallen to the ground and fainted, Zhou Ze directly jumped over the inflatable bed.

Behind the inflatable bed,

lay a person,

covered in wounds.

Found it.

It was indeed here.