Chapter 25 Time

No matter your mood, good or bad, one thing remains constant: time. It doesn't shift or change according to human will.

Another day passed, and evening arrived once more. Zhou Ze sat on the sofa, twirling a pen in his hand. No news had come from the little loli yet.

Zhou Ze didn't think she was being perfunctory. After all, her life was in his hands. If she dared to slack off the first time he asked her to do something, pretending to "biu" and secretly returning to sleep and recover, he would have no choice but to let her lose.

Actually, how important were his past life's ashes? Not very. If he had them and someone suggested scattering them in the sea or a river, Zhou Ze might even do it.

Let the past be carried by the wind, let bygones be bygones. Zhou Ze wasn't the type of protagonist from a melodramatic show who valued something from the past more than his own life.

But the problem was that his things, things deeply connected to him, were not to be stolen.

It wasn't just a matter of financial loss, but a direct offense.

That priest, that Japanese priest, Zhou Ze desperately wanted to find him and pierce him with his own fingernails.

Didn't he want the ashes?

Then he'd kill him, turn him into ashes, and mix them with dog shit.

The little loli was certainly still searching, and Zhou Ze knew that as a seasoned old ghost messenger, she had deeper roots in Tongcheng than he did.

So, as unwilling as he was, the only thing Zhou Ze could do now was eat, sleep, maintain his energy, and wait.

The old Daoist could tell that Zhou Ze was in a bad mood.

Most people wouldn't enjoy having their ashes stolen,

but the boss was experiencing it.

At that moment, the old Daoist brought over a cup of coffee, feeling he should say something to ease the boss's depressed mood. He immediately said, "Boss, that Japanese guy will definitely be found soon. In Chinese movies and novels, Japanese people are standard high-risk organisms with short lifespans."

Zhou Ze didn't look at the old Daoist but picked up the coffee and took a sip.

He didn't want to chat with the old Daoist when he was in a bad mood because he was afraid that he might get the urge to stab him to death. Perhaps his previous boss had felt the same way?

At that moment, Tang Shi came down from upstairs, wearing a black dress.

She was a very aloof woman who always pursued high standards and exquisite details in her attire. It seemed to be a compulsion for her. Zhou Ze remembered that she had the old Daoist buy new clothes for her to change into as soon as she woke up.

"Let's go have tea."

Tang Shi said coldly.

"I'd rather not." Zhou Ze really wasn't in the mood.

Tang Shi looked at Zhou Ze,

standing there without moving.

She wouldn't act coquettish or beg. She always maintained that cold demeanor, which made you feel very uncomfortable and awkward when she looked at you.

Zhou Ze was a soft-hearted and kind person.

He couldn't stand seeing others feel wronged or unhappy and always tried to put himself in their shoes.

Of course, the pen he was playing with had already broken free of his control and was trembling slightly, ready to pierce his chest at any moment.

"Yeah,"

He stood up.

"Let's go, have some tea," Zhou Ze said.

Tang Shi withdrew her gaze, pushed open the door, and walked out.

"Boss, it's a bit cool at night, take some extra clothes," the old Daoist said diligently from the side.

Zhou Ze waved his hand, indicating he didn't need them.

Then,

Zhou Ze also pushed open the door,

Then,

There was no "then."

Because Tang Shi was standing by the telephone pole at the entrance, unmoving. It didn't seem like she was waiting for a car. Zhou Ze could only stand next to her, unsure of what she meant.

Half an hour later,

Tang Shi was still standing there, unmoving, not even changing her expression. Zhou Ze started to squat down and took out a cigarette.

An hour later,

Tang Shi was still unmoving. Zhou Ze was sitting on the curb, surrounded by cigarette butts.

Looking at the bookstore door less than two meters away,

Zhou Ze really wanted to smash this woman's head open with a hammer and ask her what she was thinking.

You've been standing less than two meters from the door for so long. Why can't you just wait inside the bookstore?

Inside the store, the old Daoist, Bai Yingying, and Xu Qinglang occasionally passed by, looking at the boss still sitting outside, then looking again, and still sitting outside.

Zhou Ze slightly raised his head, then lowered it again,

Suddenly feeling that life was hard.

Finally, a white Roewe drove over and stopped in front of the bookstore.

Is it here?

The tea-drinking partner?

Because Zhou Ze saw Tang Shi move; she walked forward.

Zhou Ze also stood up, watching the car door being opened, wondering if he should organize the employees who were watching him and laughing at him to wear bikinis, grab pom-poms, and spread their legs to cheer:

"Welcome, welcome, warmly welcome..."

But it seemed that only Yingying was worth looking at; the other two... no, it seemed that everyone except the old Daoist would look good and pleasing to the eye in that outfit.

But then, Zhou Ze was stunned. There was only one person in the car, the driver, but when the driver got out, he gave off a sense of overindulgence.

Heavy dark circles under his eyes, coupled with that excited state, made it easy to imagine that this guy was driving on drugs.

"Hahahaha..."

The driver covered his stomach and laughed as soon as he got out of the car.

He laughed like a pig.

Zhou Ze approached him, lowered his head, and looked at him.

"Hahahaha... where is this?" the driver asked while laughing.

"Tongcheng," Zhou Ze replied.

The other party spoke with a heavy Sichuan accent.

He should be a friend from Sichuan.

"Hahahaha... where is Tongcheng? Never heard of it."

"In Jiangsu," Zhou Ze reminded him.

"Hahahaha... I just drove out to buy condoms, how did I drive non-stop all the way to Jiangsu?"

You ask me, I ask who?

Zhou Ze felt that there was something wrong with this driver's brain.

Okay,

Zhou Ze had guessed that the person Tang Shi was going to have tea with might be that one,

But if that person was like this,

Zhou Ze also wanted to "hahaha" along with him.

"Hahahaha, I'm so tired, I'm so sleepy," the driver continued to hahaha.

"Hahaha, can you stop laughing?"

"Hahaha, I can't, I don't know why I'm so happy!" the driver said.

"Hahaha, are you out of your mind?" Zhou Ze asked.

"Hahaha, yes, yes, I drove more than two thousand kilometers non-stop from Rongcheng to this Tongcheng, I think I really am out of my mind."

"Hahaha, what exactly are you here for?"

"Hahaha, there's someone in my trunk, I think he's my real dad or mom, and I'm happily bringing him here!"

"Hahaha... huh?"

Zhou Ze stopped laughing and looked at the trunk.

Then he saw Tang Shi raise her hand,

The whole car shook,

Creaking,

Without unlocking it, the trunk popped open directly.

Although this white Roewe had become a bit gray and dull after traveling more than two thousand kilometers, Tang Shi's eagerness, not even waiting to unlock it and directly forcing it open, was still a bit excessive.

In the trunk, there was a person lying down,

Oh no,

To be precise,

It was one person and one cat.

This person had bandages wrapped around their eyes, and some blood had seeped through the bandages. Next to that person, there was also a cat lying there, unmoving.

The person and the cat were like corpses, only their slight chest movements told those nearby that they still had a breath left.

Tang Shi personally bent down, picked up the white cat, and looked at the house.

"Old Daoist."

"Coming, what's the matter?"

The old Daoist trotted over, then took a look at the trunk and was immediately shocked. He immediately came over and picked up the person inside with bandages around their eyes.

"Boss, how did you become like this? You're so miserable, so miserable!"

Zhou Ze knew that the old Daoist wasn't crying for him,

But standing next to him and listening to this kind of wailing felt a bit uncomfortable.

The person and the cat were carried into the bookstore by Tang Shi and the old Daoist, while the driver was still there, holding the car door and continuing to "hahahaha..."

Zhou Ze understood a bit. This driver was really unlucky. He had been hypnotized.

He went out to buy condoms, probably had a date with a girl at the hotel, but he drove straight from Rongcheng to Tongcheng in one go.

But how to undo the hypnosis?

Fortunately, after the person in the car was carried in, the driver seemed to return to normal and immediately fell to the ground, snoring loudly.

In the end, Xu Qinglang sent the driver to a nearby hotel to book a room. As for whether the hotel owner would misunderstand anything, Zhou Ze didn't know.

He went straight to the second floor and came to Tang Shi's bedroom. The man was lying there, unmoving.

Honestly, Zhou Ze was very grateful to him. If it weren't for him causing chaos in Rongcheng, his relationship with the little loli wouldn't have become so harmonious.

Maybe he would be facing the little loli's pursuit or had already been killed.

"Can he wake up?"

Zhou Ze asked.

Tang Shi didn't answer, personally taking a wet towel to wipe his face.

Carefully, obediently.

Why didn't I get this treatment when I was injured?

We're both reanimated corpses, and my Xu Le is much more handsome than this guy, okay?

"I don't mean anything else, I just want to ask, will his presence here attract the attention of ghost messengers from other places, and then another group of people will come to encircle him?

Don't get me wrong, I don't mean to drive him away, I'm just asking to prepare.

After all, you don't have ghost messenger certificates, so your identities can't be laundered for the time being."

Tang Shi looked at Zhou Ze and said, "Ghost messenger certificate?"

Do you really not know, or are you pretending?

Zhou Ze took out his ghost messenger certificate and waved it in front of Tang Shi.

"It's this thing. With it, you can launder your identity. As long as you don't do anything too outrageous in the future, you can live peacefully for a long time. But this thing is quite hard to get, you have to rely on luck to get it."

At that moment,

The body of the man lying unconscious on the bed trembled slightly.

In his hoodie pocket,

It seemed like something spilled out,

Falling from the bed to the floor,

Scattered all over the place,

A floor full of,

Ghost messenger certificates.