“Okay, the statement is done, you can leave now.”

A young police officer closed his notebook and gave Zhou Ze a slight smile.

Zhou Ze nodded, stood up, and prepared to leave.

At this moment, the middle-aged police officer, who had been sitting next to the young officer and accompanying him in taking the statement, suddenly asked:

“Mr. Xu, your bookstore is located there, is business good?”

“Not so good,” Zhou Ze answered honestly.

Many people had asked him this question, and they were asking about business with the living, so Zhou Ze naturally answered with the business of the living in mind.

“Then why do you still choose to keep the store open there?” the middle-aged police officer asked.

“I’m a live-in son-in-law, my wife’s family is very rich, they don’t lack money, I’m just killing time.”

The middle-aged police officer was stunned for a moment, then nodded, raised his hand, and signaled, “You can leave now. If we need to consult you about anything else, we will notify you.”

“With pleasure.”

Zhou Ze left the interrogation room.

The young police officer twirled the pen in his hand and said, “Team Leader Sun, that guy is quite interesting.”

Indeed, directly stating that he had married into wealth and was openly admitting that he was just passing the time and living off his wife required a lot of courage.

“Let’s go see the interrogations in other places.” The middle-aged police officer stood up and glanced again at Zhou Ze’s departing figure. He always felt that this young man who had been sitting in front of him gave him a sense of unease.

During an interrogation, the police should be the cobra, and the person being interrogated should be the prey. The venomous snake should break through the opponent’s defenses in the fastest and most accurate way in order to get to the truth of the matter.

But just now, he had the illusion that this cobra of his was, in the eyes of the other party, like an ornamental object in the basket of an Indian street performer, swaying to the sound of the flute.

The man simply didn’t care about it.

…………

“You’re out?” Xu Qinglang, having just finished his statement, came out as well. “How unlucky, having to run to the police station late at night to make a statement.

“Also, that young police officer was so annoying, asking me what my gender was three times. Does he have a problem? Can’t he tell what my gender is?”

Zhou Ze glanced at Xu Qinglang.

*You don’t have any self-awareness about what you look like, do you?* he thought.

Zhou Ze and Xu Qinglang were both shop owners, and they had also witnessed the fall firsthand, so they needed to make a statement, but there was basically nothing else. The other members of the Horror Story Lovers Association were regarded by the police as key suspects, which was to be expected.

“By the way, who do you think the murderer is?” Xu Qinglang asked, smoking a cigarette.

At this time, the sun was about to come out; it was already morning.

“This isn’t something we need to worry about. The police will investigate and solve the case,” Zhou Ze said calmly.

“Hey, don’t be so pessimistic, okay?

“Didn’t you watch Sherlock Holmes or Detective Conan when you were a kid?”

Everyone has a bit of a detective dream and a detective complex in their heart.

The feeling of peeling back layers of fog to find the truth, and then, like the magician Liu Qian, flamboyantly opening your arms and pretending to be mysterious while shouting, “Next is the moment to witness the miracle!”

It can definitely hit a lot of people’s g-spot.

“I’m not interested in people.”

“Still wants to mess with ghosts.” Xu Qinglang said sarcastically.

“Yes, mess with ghosts.” Zhou Ze took out his phone to call a taxi, and at the same time said, “Do you remember what color clothes the female victim was wearing when she jumped?”

“White.”

“And after she fell?”

“Red,” Xu Qinglang shrugged. “It seemed to be stained red with blood. Sigh, so pitiful.”

“She was wearing a red skirt when she landed,” Zhou Ze reminded him. “Don’t use the blood-stained cliché to numb yourself.”

Xu Qinglang nodded silently, then reached out and touched the tip of his nose, and said, “You mean, there’s some secret behind this, it’s not just a simple accident or murder?”

“I don’t know, but I really hope that’s the reason. The ghosts I’ve encountered before were already extremely powerful characters if they could give someone a cold. If I could really encounter one that could cause an accident and kill someone, it would be a great harvest.”

This kind of ghost is worth dozens of others, right?

The achievement of sending it to hell would be worth ten times as much, or even more, right?

“Are you thinking too much? By the way, speaking of which, I forgot to remind the police that she was wearing white clothes at first,” Xu Qinglang clapped his hands and said, “Maybe the key to solving the case lies in the change in the color of the clothes. The murderer must have designed some extremely clever…”

“Are you possessed by Agatha Christie or Conan Doyle?” Zhou Ze asked.

“No.” Xu Qinglang looked at Zhou Ze with resentment. “Lao Zhou, I find that you’re getting less and less interesting. You used to at least cooperate with people a little.”

“Not in the mood.”

“So, are we going back now?”

“Yes.”

“Going back to catch ghosts?”

“Playing Ouija.”

“How can you be so childish?”

“Have you heard of…entrapment?”

………………

The bookstore wasn’t sealed off, but there were many police lines around the bookstore, and many police officers were wandering around, searching for clues.

Because of this, the bookstore, which already didn’t have much business with the living, seemed even quieter.

Zhou Ze asked Bai Yingying to buy a set of Ouija equipment, searching directly for sellers in Tongcheng on Taobao, and then having Bai Yingying take a taxi there to pick up the goods.

Paper spread out,

A bunch of things that may or may not be useful were placed on the side.

Xu Qinglang squatted beside him, watching Zhou Ze busy, and said helplessly, “Actually, I have a few ways to summon souls here, which feel more effective than this game.”

Zhou Ze shook his head and said, “It’s different.”

“What’s different?”

“Last night, I didn’t sense anything coming over.” Zhou Ze looked at Xu Qinglang, “Did you sense it?”

“Did something come over last night?”

Xu Qinglang recalled the scene of the planchette sliding towards Zhou Ze when the group played Ouija.

“That’s just a coincidence, right? Didn’t that overseas Chinese say that their activity last night was to set the stage for a confession? So, someone must have deliberately exerted force to point to the position behind you, which is that building. It wasn’t actually pointing at you.”

“Very good analysis.” Zhou Ze reached out, lifted the paper on the ground, and then touched the tile with his fingernail, and said, “Was this also intentional?”

Xu Qinglang immediately widened his eyes.

On the tile floor, there was actually a shallow groove less than half a meter long, which might not be noticed if someone was standing.

Zhou Ze took out a pen, placed the tip of the pen on the groove, slid along the direction, and both he and Xu Qinglang slowly turned in that direction.

After that,

The position pointed to by the fingertip

Was Bai Yingying, who was sitting behind the counter playing Honor of Kings. Last night, Zhou Ze was sitting there.

Zhou Ze threw the pen away and looked at Xu Qinglang.

It was not easy to make a small groove on the tiles.

Xu Qinglang said in disbelief, “No way, did something really get summoned last night? How come neither you nor I saw it?”

“When Bureau Chief Zhao came last time, did we see that he was already dead?

“Last time when the Faceless Woman came in disguise, did we see her true identity?”

“This…” Xu Qinglang was speechless.

Zhou Ze silently spread the paper out again, then picked up the pen, “Do you think that with my identity, I can’t summon the Ouija spirit?”

In the strict sense, Zhou Ze was a ghost messenger. He was different from the people of the Horror Story Lovers Association last night.

“I don’t know, but what I want to know is, when you were sitting there watching the show last night, did you realize something was wrong?” Xu Qinglang pointed at Zhou Ze and asked.

Zhou Ze nodded,

“Although I didn’t feel any special fluctuations, nor did I see anything I shouldn’t have seen, when they pushed the pen in my direction, I felt some palpitations in my heart, as if I was being targeted by something.”

“Then why didn’t you tell them beforehand!”

Xu Qinglang directly grabbed Zhou Ze’s collar,

“You felt something was wrong, something that could make you feel palpitations!

“When they said they were going to play that damn adventure game or confession game in the building behind, why didn’t you stop them and warn them!”

Zhou Ze reached out, not to push away Xu Qinglang’s hand that was grabbing him, but to wipe the saliva that Xu Qinglang had sprayed on his face when he roared at him. Then, he looked at Xu Qinglang:

“What does it have to do with me?”

Yes,

What does it have to do with me?

Releasing Zhou Ze, Xu Qinglang took two steps back. He suddenly felt that the person in front of him was a bit strange.

“They are customers in my store. According to industrial and commercial regulations, I naturally have an obligation to ensure their safety when they are reading in my store or holding a tea party.

“But since they have already left my store, what does the next thing have to do with me?”

“You weren’t like this before,” Xu Qinglang murmured.

“What needs to be done now is not to lament the past, nor to sigh about the changes of things, but to find the hidden thing and send it to hell.”

“You’re enthusiastic about this?”

“This is performance. Didn’t you always mock me for not having a goal in life?”

“You…” Xu Qinglang licked his lips. “Okay, you can investigate slowly, I’m not serving you anymore.”

Xu Qinglang waved his hand and strode out of the bookstore angrily.

Bai Yingying walked out with tea at this time, and said in surprise:

“Boss, did you and Xu Meiren have a fight?”

Zhou Ze didn’t answer, but silently squatted down, continuing to look at the groove, continuing to look at the Ouija board in front of him.

“Boss, then I’ll go play games first.” Bai Yingying put the tea next to Zhou Ze, stuck out her tongue, and ran next door.

She didn’t notice that Zhou Ze, who was squatting on the ground looking at the Ouija board, was constantly sweating on his forehead, and at the same time, he was tightly pinching the left side of his chest.

Damn it,

I must find that guy as soon as possible,

Otherwise, more people will die,

Damn it,

Why does it hurt so much!

When Bai Yingying walked into the noodle shop, Xu Qinglang was sitting there smoking. Seeing her come in, Xu Qinglang said directly:

“Has something been wrong with your boss these past two days?”

“I think he’s become more normal,” Bai Yingying sat down and turned on the computer.

“More normal?” Xu Qinglang “hehe” laughed twice. “You didn’t see someone fall to their death in front of the two of us yesterday, but he actually stood there wiping his face with a tissue!”

“That person fell to their death directly, right? Could wiping his face save him?”

Bai Yingying disdainfully entered the game. “He was an experienced doctor in his previous life, so he could tell at a glance whether he could be saved. Instead of running over and shouting and doing useless work, it’s better to wipe your face clean first.”

“Hey, I said you’re actually standing on his side? Are you guys still human!”

“The two of us are really not human.”

“Bang!”

Just then,

The computer screen suddenly flickered, then went black,

Another power outage.

“Slap slap slap slap!”

Bai Yingying slammed the keyboard, “I had a 98k when I landed!”

Xu Qinglang, who had been sitting there smoking, immediately ran out of the store,

Looked up,

Looking at the sky,

At this time,

At the window on the fifth floor,

There was actually a man standing there wearing white clothes.

Many police officers around were desperately calling and using walkie-talkies to call their colleagues in the building to stop him, while a middle-aged police chief was roaring:

“How did you let someone go up to the scene of the crime? What are you all doing?”

“Bang!”

The dull and familiar sound of landing,

Xu Qinglang stood in place,

Staring blankly as the person fell from the air,

Everything,

Seemed exactly the same as last night.

He subconsciously closed his eyes,

At this moment,

Human lives were like dumplings falling into a pot,

One after another,

Worthless.