Chapter 142 A Grave Situation

The hand that had just finished peeing was trembling slightly.

Lao Dao now regretted why he had skipped work to come out for a drink. Wasn't it a very good and noble career to stay in the bookstore and wholeheartedly serve ghosts!

Why did he drink!

Lao Dao wasn't an ordinary person. Although he couldn't compare to Xu Qinglang and didn't have any real Taoist magic, he was still a charlatan who sponged off others. But he had served two generations of "ghosts," after all, and he had an eye for things. He had seen a lot of strange and bizarre things.

That faint fluorescent glow on the intern doctor's teeth was like the devil's smile in the dark night, making people uneasy. The faucet that had just been turned off seemed to have been turned on again, and if one wasn't careful, it might drip.

Lao Dao had previously asked him to sprinkle fluorescent powder on the corpse, and the intern doctor had replied that he had done so.

Then the fluorescent powder appeared on his teeth. This association made one shudder directly.

Lao Dao wasn't stupid enough to ask: Oh, do you have a sense of romance? Do you use toothpaste with fluorescent powder to brush your teeth?

"What's wrong?"

The intern doctor looked at Lao Dao staring at him and asked suspiciously.

Lao Dao suddenly clutched his stomach and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, my stomach suddenly hurts so much. I guess I've been eating the wrong things lately."

"I'll take you to the hospital. Anyway, I'm at the hospital, and it's not far from here." The intern doctor supported Lao Dao and asked suspiciously, "Why are you shaking?"

"My god, my liver hurts, it's cirrhotic, it's cirrhotic. I have to go back and take medicine, otherwise, I'll have a cerebral hemorrhage and stroke, and my heart disease will flare up too."

Lao Dao spoke nonsense. In short, the gist of it was: I'm getting out of here!

Even if he had to make up some other terminal illness, he had to leave. This world was too dangerous, the bookstore was safer. Now Lao Dao suddenly felt how safe Zhou Ze's lazy sunbathing looked, and how much comfort Ms. Tang's cold words gave him every time!

"I'll take you back," the intern doctor said.

"No, you're tired too, you should rest. You have to go to work tomorrow, right? You can't be careless, you have to treat patients and save people."

After Lao Dao finished speaking, without waiting for the intern doctor to reply, he directly broke free from the other's support and ran towards the bookstore.

Under the streetlights, Lao Dao ran while looking back, afraid that the intern doctor would suddenly chase after him, but the other party stood in the dark alley where they had just relieved themselves, not moving.

And that fluorescent glow had been flickering there, as if the other party was standing there, smiling as he watched him run.

He ran to the bookstore in one breath. Lao Dao pushed open the door and knelt directly on the ground, panting heavily. He had used all his strength to run back, and he was drenched in sweat, half from the heat and half from the fear.

Zhou Ze was sitting behind the bar organizing the cabinets. He smiled when he saw Lao Dao come back in this state.

"What's wrong?"

"Boss, do you know what I just saw? That guy, that guy's teeth were glowing!"

Lao Dao described what had happened, gesticulating wildly, as if he had barely escaped from the clutches of a demon, and had gone through a fierce fight that caused mountains to collapse, water to flow backward, and the sun and moon to change color!

Truly, terrifying!

But Zhou Ze remained calm, continuing to do what he was doing as if nothing had happened.

After he finished speaking, Lao Dao picked up the water on the table and drank it all in one gulp, calming the panic in his heart. He asked, "Boss, why don't you feel anything?"

"Maybe he was just playing a prank on you."

"A prank?" Lao Dao said with a sad face, "What if it wasn't?"

"Then he might just have a little necrophilia, which isn't a big deal. You can call the police, there seems to be a crime called desecration of corpses, which can lead to a lawsuit."

"And then?" Lao Dao continued to ask.

"And then what?"

"Boss, aren't you going to do anything?" Lao Dao asked in surprise.

"Do you need me to do something?" Zhou Ze asked back.

"............" Lao Dao.

"Didn't you come back safely? Nothing happened. Besides, if he really eats corpses, would he deliberately sprinkle fluorescent powder and then eat the corpses?

Is he stupid?"

"Boss, whether you believe it or not, I don't think that was a joke." Lao Dao said very seriously, "I think for the sake of social peace, we shouldn't sit idly by. If he really is a necrophilia patient, it's fine if he secretly eats corpses in the hospital now, but what if he can't steal corpses in the future and still wants to eat them? Who can guarantee that he won't do something even more outrageous in the future?"

Hearing this, Zhou Ze nodded, as if he felt that what Lao Dao said made sense. Then, he reached out and patted the little monkey on the head and said,

"Then you take Monkey-bro to subdue demons and eliminate evil, and give the world a bright future."

The little monkey didn't understand, but seemed quite encouraged, and vigorously waved the plastic toy hammer in his hand.

"Squeak squeak squeak!"

Lao Dao's old face immediately collapsed, and he sat down on the chair next to him, obviously still a little shaken.

After a while, Lao Dao looked up and glanced at Zhou Ze, and found that he was preparing some snacks and wine. He asked curiously, "Boss, are you preparing a midnight snack?"

"Offerings."

"Offerings? Qingming Festival has passed, are you going to sweep the grave?"

"Yeah."

"For whom?"

"For myself."

"This..."

"Today is my birthday," Zhou Ze explained.

Lao Dao was slightly stunned, always feeling that it was very strange for a "living person" to say that he wanted to make offerings to himself, and to celebrate his death anniversary.

Zhou Ze packed up his things, put them in a shoulder bag, and walked out of the bar.

"Boss, why don't I go with you?" Lao Dao said diligently, "You don't have a driver's license."

Zhou Ze hesitated for a moment and nodded.

If he ran into the traffic police while driving, it would indeed be a bit of a problem since he didn't have a driver's license.

Lao Dao drove Xu Qinglang's Nissan and took Zhou Ze to the cemetery park.

The cemetery park was already closed, but the fence here wasn't very high, and it was easy to climb over it.

Lao Dao understood why Zhou Ze wanted to come at night, only at night, when it was quiet and deserted, could one experience that feeling.

In the cemetery, tombstones were neatly arranged there. For many people, their lives ended here.

In the middle of the night, there were actually bursts of whispers coming from the cemetery, as if someone was talking there.

Lao Dao initially thought he was hallucinating, but after listening carefully for a while, he realized that there was indeed a sound. He immediately reached out and touched his crotch.

"Boss, there's demon energy!"

Zhou Ze ignored him and pointed to a small shelf in front of them. There was a box on it with a speaker inside, and the surface was a solar panel.

The sound was coming from inside.

Lao Dao was a little confused and curiously went over to take a look. There was also an instruction manual on it, detailing what programs to play at what times of the day, including morning news, emotional programs, international news, and local news, and so on.

"Damn, is it so humane now?"

Lao Dao had only heard of people leaving QR codes on their tombstones before, which he already thought was very avant-garde. He didn't expect that someone would actually put this kind of thing next to their tombstone to relieve boredom.

Zhou Ze found his own tombstone, which had his photo on it, as well as a brief description of his life.

The Qingming Festival had just passed, and there were still wreaths, small toys, and letters placed in front of the tombstone, from his colleagues and the children from the orphanage.

Zhou Ze sat down in front of his tombstone and opened the letters one by one. They were all words from the children, expressing their longing for him.

They all started with "Brother Zhou" or "Dear Brother Zhou," and some of the children's letters used a lot of pinyin to replace the characters that they hadn't learned yet.

Zhou Ze leaned against his tombstone and watched quietly, not crying, nor with red eyes.

After watching for a while, Zhou Ze laid out the wine and food he had brought, and then reached out and started eating and drinking slowly.

He usually suffered when he ate, and this time was no exception, but eating while looking at the children's letters seemed to have the effect of preserved plum juice.

Although it was still difficult to swallow, although it was still disgusting, he was actually able to endure it this time without throwing up.

Lao Dao squatted next to him, watching his boss eating the offerings, and didn't say anything. He understood.

He was dead, but he was also still alive.

The offerings were originally for himself, for him to enjoy.

The night breeze was cool, blowing around,

At this moment, it seemed to be a truly peaceful and beautiful time.

After reading the letters, Zhou Ze stretched and looked at his tombstone.

He still remembered the day he was pushed into the crematorium, and the fire engulfed him.

Wiping away,

The traces of his previous life.

Under the tombstone, was his ashes.

"Boss, why don't I secretly dig it out for you and take it back as a souvenir?" Lao Dao suggested from the side.

Zhou Ze shook his head. Let the past be the past. He didn't have such a deep obsession anymore. Perhaps he used to, but now he had slowly come to terms with it.

However, inadvertently, Zhou Ze noticed a very subtle mark on the position where the tombstone was built. He immediately shone his phone's flashlight down on it.

Seeing this, Lao Dao also leaned over to take a look and said, "This tombstone has been opened recently!"

Instinctively, Zhou Ze had a bad feeling. He didn't plan to take away his ashes, but that didn't mean he was willing to see anything happen to his ashes.

After all, it was his thing.

His fingernails immediately grew out, and Zhou Ze directly used his fingernails to embed into the crack and pry it open, saving him the trouble of using a shovel.

Soon, the construction below was dug open, and a black urn was inside.

He took out the urn. The box had weight, meaning there was something inside.

Zhou Ze used his fingernails to pry open the lock and then opened the urn.

In the box,

There was something,

But it wasn't ashes,

But small, crystal-clear pieces.

"My god, Boss, you burned out relics." (Buddhist remains)

Zhou Ze reached out and grabbed a small piece, gently pinched it, and it shattered. At the same time, he said in a deep voice, with suppressed, terrifying anger:

"Have you ever seen relics made of plastic?"