Chapter 195 Jailbreak

"Jailbreaking isn't that difficult, but the problem is, Old Daoist's identity will be completely tarnished after that. He's a living person, not a ghost messenger. It's not appropriate for someone his age to be living a life of constant hiding, is it?"

Attorney An said, taking a large gulp of coffee from his giant thermos.

At first, he seemed to think the coffee tasted different, but after drinking more, he found it had a unique flavor and actually became addicted to it.

This was rough on Bai Yingying.

You have to understand that even expired coffee isn't that easy to buy these days.

"But overturning the case would be very difficult. Most importantly, the person we believe to be the real culprit is dead, and the real trigger, that jade pendant, is also broken. Of course, even if the jade pendant were intact, it wouldn't do much good."

Zhang Yanfeng scratched his head; he was a professional in this area.

To put it bluntly, with his position, if he really wanted to fabricate a false case with a normal crime, it wouldn't be too difficult. But this case involved more than a dozen lives, and it was really difficult for external forces to intervene.

"Then let's prepare to break him out. Old Daoist was framed anyway, so we're not really undermining justice, right?" Zhou Ze said, smiling.

"It's just a pity that it will be difficult for Old Daoist to find his 'big sister' in a legitimate way in the future," Attorney An joked.

"If he dares to go again, break all three of his legs."

Zhou Ze shrugged.

"He's over seventy; he should settle down."

Poor Old Daoist, almost forgotten in the small dark room,

Unknowingly,

His future happiness was deprived by his own boss.

"The trial is the day after tomorrow; let's do it that day," Lao Zhang said, looking at Zhou Ze and Attorney An.

Honestly,

Asking him, a criminal police captain, to help plan a jailbreak was really putting him in a difficult position.

"Alright, Lao Zhang, you and Lao An work out a plan. The prerequisite is that there must be no casualties. We can't have any injuries on our side, and there can't be any injuries on the police side either."

After discussing this matter,

Zhou Ze put on a coat and stood up.

"Are you going to the hospital?" Attorney An asked.

"Yeah, I'm going to the hospital for another CT scan." Zhou Ze pointed to his right arm. "I won't feel at ease until I see the specific recovery situation."

In the past, he had suffered mostly superficial injuries. Despite looking miserable, with cuts and bruises all over his body, Monkey's mud and Zhou Ze's amazing recovery ability after each Berserk state meant the problems weren't too serious.

However, this time his right arm was broken, and if it didn't heal properly, it could leave lasting aftereffects for the rest of his life.

Although Zhou Ze's recovery ability was indeed much stronger than ordinary people, Boss Zhou really didn't dare to take his arm lightly.

"I'll take you?"

"Forget it, I'll take the bus."

Zhou Ze walked out of the bookstore, a cigarette in his mouth, and went to the bus stop.

Taking the number 4 bus here would take him directly to the People's Hospital. The pharmacy next to the bookstore could indeed perform some surgeries, but the facilities were definitely not as good as a large hospital.

Boss Zhou was too lazy to go to Director Lin's hospital,

Otherwise, it would look like he deliberately got injured to go to his ex-wife for attention and sympathy.

He got on the bus, which was quite crowded.

A young girl saw that Zhou Ze's right arm was in a cast and offered him her seat. Zhou Ze wasn't polite and said "thank you" before sitting down.

In this area, there were many people and cars, and the bus was driving very slowly.

At the next stop, an elderly man got on the bus. Another young girl who was sitting next to Zhou Ze got up to offer her seat. The two girls stood together holding the handrails, and it seemed they knew each other.

"Hey, look, the seller gave me free shipping."

"Oh, really? What's free shipping on? International shipping?"

"No, I bought disinfectant tablets, and the seller gave me free shipping."

"What are you buying that for?"

"Wasn't there a flood in Shouguang? I'm buying some things for the disaster area. If I choose Tongcheng as the address, the shipping is 12 yuan, but if I choose Shouguang, the shipping is free.

And and, I bought five quilts and shipped them there last night. The owner of that Taobao shop also added three more sets and shipped them together, saying he also wanted to contribute to the disaster area."

"That's heartwarming."

Listening to the conversation between the two girls,

Zhou Ze even wanted to ask if the people in the disaster area needed some novels to relieve boredom.

He had a lot of unsold books in his bookstore that he could send over.

"Ah! Someone fainted!"

A cry of surprise came from the back of the bus.

Zhou Ze immediately got up, left his seat, and walked over.

A middle-aged woman had fainted on the ground, and the surrounding passengers consciously made some space.

Zhou Ze squeezed through the crowd, squatted down next to the woman, checked her, and shouted, "Driver, drive straight to the People's Hospital."

The next stop was the People's Hospital anyway, and it wouldn't delay much time for the bus to drive in, so the passengers didn't have any objections.

After the bus arrived at the hospital, doctors and nurses came over to carry the woman down on a stretcher. Zhou Ze didn't pay much attention anymore. The woman probably had an acute illness, and whether she could be saved depended on luck. Fortunately, the rescue time wasn't delayed.

With his arm still in a cast, Zhou Ze didn't really have much of an urge to "save the world."

He registered,

And when he saw the doctor on duty, Zhou Ze directly stated his requirements and listed his suspected conditions, asking the other party to give him prescriptions for which tests.

The young doctor on duty was stunned.

It wasn't that he hadn't seen patients who "thought they were very professional,"

But he had never seen one this professional.

After taking the forms, Zhou Ze waved his hand at the doctor and walked away. Now he just needed to do some tests himself, and he didn't need to come back. He could understand the test reports himself.

After finishing the CT scan, he came out to take the elevator, and after the elevator doors closed,

Zhou Ze heard two nurses chatting beside him.

"That woman who was just sent in didn't make it. She died."

"What was wrong with her?"

"I don't know, it seems like something was wrong with her brain. It's a pity, she looked like she was only in her forties."

Zhou Ze heard this and remained unmoved.

He wasn't a saint, and he couldn't spend all day doing nothing but saving lives. He didn't feel guilty about the woman's death. If he were in charge of the treatment, the probability of the other party being rescued might be a little higher, but who could say for sure.

After completing a series of tests, Zhou Ze was quite satisfied with the results. Thanks to his amazing recovery ability, there shouldn't be any major problems; all that was left was to rest.

Rest...

Wasn't he resting every day?

Even seventy or eighty-year-olds didn't have as much experience in health preservation as he did.

Going back and forth to the hospital was a bit tiring; actually, it was because he had an arm in a sling, which made walking a bit difficult.

Zhou Ze glanced at the elevator and looked at the label for the second basement floor.

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Well,

He was revisiting an old haunt.

He should go back and take a nap.

He took the elevator to the second basement floor and went straight to the old place, easily opening the lock of the morgue with his fingernails. He wandered among the freezers, selected a "vacant room," hid his phone nearby, and then lay down inside.

Then, holding the inner edge with his hand, he pulled, and the steel frame was pulled in.

Actually, sleeping with Yingying was more comfortable.

It was like most men knew that their wives were the best,

But it still couldn't stop them from wanting to taste the wildflowers outside.

The familiar cold feeling began to slowly penetrate his body,

A bit direct, a bit domineering,

A bit dry, a bit painful,

But Zhou Ze shivered comfortably.

The narrow space was actually another kind of security.

He closed his eyes,

And Zhou Ze fell asleep.

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When he woke up, Zhou Ze's body moved slightly, and his muscles had become stiff, but they quickly recovered.

It was probably because he had a zombie physique, so only he could sleep in a freezer; An Buqi and other ghost messengers couldn't.

He pushed open the freezer,

Zhou Ze jumped down,

Stretched,

His joints cracked,

It was more comfortable than spending an afternoon in a sauna.

"Hoo..."

He exhaled a white breath.

He took out his phone and checked it, and found that it was already late at night. There were several missed calls and messages from people in the bookstore.

Zhou Ze sent a message back saying he was fine and would be back soon.

He walked out of the morgue,

Turned his head,

And glanced back with a hint of nostalgia.

He couldn't go back.

Sleeping in a freezer was like eating coarse grains occasionally after eating too many delicacies.

But if you had to eat coarse grains every day, you would definitely feel uncomfortable.

It was still more comfortable to sleep with Yingying,

Yingying would cover you with a blanket at night.

He walked into the aisle, and just as Zhou Ze was about to turn towards the elevator door, he saw a woman standing at the elevator entrance.

Originally, he didn't think anything of it,

But Zhou Ze keenly noticed that this woman looked a bit familiar.

Wasn't this the woman who fainted on the bus during the day?

Wasn't it said that

She had already died after attempts to revive her failed?

The woman seemed to notice Zhou Ze and looked over.

Suddenly,

The playing cards in Zhou Ze's pocket began to tremble.

Zhou Ze knew that this woman was trying to see through his identity, but Attorney An had also said that as long as the playing cards didn't burn, it meant that his blindfold wouldn't fail.

The woman looked for a while, then withdrew her gaze, probably treating him as an ordinary person.

Zhou Ze took the initiative to walk over and stood in a row with the woman,

Waiting for the elevator together.

He heard a "ding" sound,

The elevator came down,

And the two walked in together.

The woman stood beside Zhou Ze, standing very straight.

When the elevator doors closed and started to go up,

The woman suddenly said:

"Excuse me, what day is it today?"

The woman's voice was faint, like surround sound.

"August 24th, oh, it's past midnight, August 25th."

"Huh?" The woman was a little puzzled and asked again, "Shouldn't today be the 15th of the seventh month?"

"The 15th of the seventh month?" Zhou Ze was stunned for a moment, then understood and said, "That's the lunar calendar, right, today is the 15th of the seventh month."

The 15th of the seventh month,

The Zhongyuan Festival,

Also known as,

The Ghost Festival!

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