Children left, initially just one or two, crying, scared by the sight in the intensive care unit. Soon, the other children followed suit.

Most of them didn't know why they were crying, but they cried anyway.

Anyone who didn't know better would think Old Zhang had already passed away, and these kids were here to mourn him.

Of course, no one would be annoyed with the children; they were, after all, just kids.

The reason Zhou Ze and Old Zhang's son were smiling was because they found the children adorable. Yes, they really were adorable.

Old Zhang had risked his life to save them. Watching these innocent, silly children crying and making a fuss in front of them was a kind of enjoyment.

The young man suddenly felt that his father's sacrifice was worthwhile. These delicate flowers did indeed need adults to care for them.

The pain of losing his father and the sight of these adorable children made him both cry and smile, his emotions a complex mix.

The children's parents could only come over to keep an eye on their own children, then one by one, they came to express their condolences to the young man, offered blessings, and handed over their business cards.

The young man simply nodded, responding with the phrase "It's my duty."

For Old Zhang, he was a police officer who sacrificed himself to protect the safety of the people's lives and property. It was indeed his duty, a glory, and a radiance belonging to a family of policemen.

Once all the children and their parents had left, the corridor outside the intensive care unit returned to silence.

"Hungry?"

Zhou Ze asked.

The young man shook his head.

"Oh, right, I haven't asked your name yet."

"Zhang Feng."

"Mm."

"My father mentioned something when he called me a while ago."

"What is it?"

"He said he had a notebook in the safe at home, and asked if I wanted to see it."

"Hmm?"

"I replied that I wanted to see it. I thought it would contain records of my father's experiences and insights from handling cases over the years, a valuable treasure for me.

"But my father said I wasn't allowed to see it now. I could see it if he was ever gone."

A hint of astonishment appeared on Zhou Ze's face.

"I didn't think much of it at the time, because in the criminal police profession, we're already used to facing life and death. My father often said that."

Zhou Ze remembered that he seemed to have mentioned the notebook when he was with Zhang Yanfeng a while ago.

Saying that if Zhang Yanfeng kicked the bucket,

he could leave a notebook behind,

writing a little about the bookstore and himself,

so that his son could become the protagonist of a treasure hunting and adventure drama, using the notebook to find him.

That goofy Zhang Yanfeng wouldn't have actually done that, would he?

Wasn't that cursing himself to die?

And, so what if you die? Why did you have to throw your son over here too?

To have him come to my bookstore in the middle of the night with the notebook to observe?

I'm not running a daycare center here.

Zhou Ze decided that when Old Zhang breathed his last, he would have a good argument with his spirit. Boss Zhou didn't have the time to help him take care of his son.

It was already annoying enough having you constantly finding cases for me. Don't expect me to advise him and be his nanny after your son graduates. He, Zhou Ze, wasn't some old man living in a ring. He didn't have that kind of time.

At this moment, Zhou Ze's phone rang. It was a call from Lawyer An.

"Hello."

"Hello, where are you? I have something to tell you."

"I'm at the hospital."

"Good, I knew you'd be at the hospital. Wait a moment, I'll park the car and come up."

Zhou Ze stood up, glanced at Zhang Feng, who was still squatting there, and walked out without offering any more comfort.

He ran into Lawyer An at the elevator entrance. Lawyer An looked hurried, as if something major had happened.

"What's wrong?"

"Take a look at this."

As he spoke,

Lawyer An handed Zhou Ze his copy of *Prison Storm*.

"Read the last article, that story."

Zhou Ze flipped to the back, found the article, and after quickly reading it, he immediately flipped back to the cover, confirmed the magazine's place of publication, and then took a deep breath.

"You know about 'that one' too?"

Lawyer An said in surprise.

Zhou Ze nodded, then said, "But I don't know much."

"I don't know much either. He was the one who told me to read this article, and then I instinctively connected it to the present situation."

Lawyer An reached out and poked at the intensive care unit.

"The one locked up in prison is the brother-in-law of the one lying here."

"Oh?"

Lawyer An's eyes darted around,

"So, it seems there's a chance?"

"I don't know, I really don't know." Zhou Ze said hesitantly, "Because he..."

"Because he might have written his wife and children to death." Lawyer An finished the sentence.

Zhou Ze nodded.

Zhou Ze really didn't want to provoke a character like that for the time being, because he didn't know the other party's background, but the pen that was very likely to be the Yin-Yang Pen was probably in that person's hands.

The trip to Changzhou made Zhou Ze realize one thing: some big shot in hell seemed to have noticed him. After all, he really couldn't be considered to be biding his time in reality. It was normal for some news to have spread to hell.

But that sense of crisis had already appeared in Zhou Ze's mind. At this point, he really didn't want to get involved with the one in prison.

However,

according to the story's plot,

this police officer protagonist, who was very similar to Zhang Yanfeng,

was reborn after death.

What did this mean?

The story was being written into reality,

thereby changing reality?

"Take another close look at the content of the article. Although it doesn't write about how Zhang Yanfeng was specifically resurrected, it does describe the scene of his soul wandering, and then at the traffic lights with a braised pork shop, he saw a middle-aged drunkard lying on the roadside who had died of alcohol poisoning.

"Then he possessed him,

"and was thus reborn.

"You don't need to read the rest,

"it's purely a template of a Marvel hero story."

"What do you mean by this?" Zhou Ze asked.

"If it's written as it is in the story, if you really want to resurrect him, you must first ensure that at that traffic light with the braised pork shop, there will be a drunkard in the middle of the night.

"Look again, it says here the date the soul of the protagonist died, July 30, 2018.

"Today is the 29th,

"which means that around midnight tonight, Zhang Yanfeng may not be able to hold on any longer and will die."

"Is 'that one' a judge of the underworld?"

Zhou Ze asked.

Lawyer An was helping Zhou Ze analyze the article and clarify what needed to be done, but Zhou Ze suddenly asked this question, which left Lawyer An speechless for a moment. He scratched his head and said somewhat uncertainly,

"Not a judge. Judges rarely can be active in the mortal realm for so long. Generally, those who run errands in the mortal realm are minor characters. Even inspectors rarely come to the mortal realm unless there's something to do."

"Then what exactly is he?"

"I don't know. I only knew about this person two years ago. As for how I got in contact with him, that's a long story. I can tell you later if you want to know.

"What's most important now is, if the things in the story can really be reflected in reality, what do we need to do now?"

Zhou Ze frowned and said, "First, find out where this traffic light intersection with a braised pork shop is located. We need to confirm the location."

"What about the dead drunkard?" Lawyer An asked, "How do we arrange that?"

"If what's written in the story is true, then there should be a drunkard who appears there at that time and happens to die there."

"I think the story's effect can only help us solve the problem of the police officer's wandering soul. The story is just a story, and the development of reality is sometimes difficult to be completely controlled by the things recorded in writing."

"Then you find a corpse, arrange it in that location when the time comes. I'll find a chance to go into the intensive care unit and talk to Old Zhang, and tell him where his soul needs to drift after death."

"Okay, that works too."

Finding a corpse wasn't difficult for Lawyer An. After all, that was his old profession. The bodies that his customers entered after they came in for business were also corpses he had arranged in advance.

In fact, it wasn't necessary to have a freshly dead corpse that was still warm. As long as he found a suitable corpse, he could use some formations and talismans to keep it fresh.

In fact, why was Lawyer An able to so easily arrange for his customers to be sent to mental hospitals or prisons?

How could things be so coincidental?

It was possible that Lawyer An was also doing some work similar to Batman's behind the scenes. Anyway, some people deserved to die, and some were even fugitives. Of course, Lawyer An wouldn't actually kill people, but there were many ways to make people die without directly doing it himself.

After the partnership was established, Lawyer An was very attentive to Zhou Ze's affairs. He even sometimes called Zhou Ze "Boss," like the little loli and Bai Yingying.

Although he wasn't interested in saving the police officer's soul, it didn't stop him from completing the work Zhou Ze assigned him conscientiously.

In fact,

although the bookstore seemed to be raising so many fish,

oh no,

raising so many employees,

it was basically impossible to find a second person with the same business acumen as Lawyer An.

Around eight o'clock in the evening, Lawyer An called and said that he had found the location. It was in Xingren Town, Tongzhou District. There was a very famous Cui's Braised Pork Shop, and the shop's door faced a crossroad with a traffic light.

In addition,

the corpse had also been arranged.

As for how he had arranged a usable corpse so quickly, Zhou Ze didn't ask.

Boss Zhou took advantage of the opportunity to check on the patients to enter the intensive care unit and chat with Old Zhang for a while. Old Zhang didn't wake up, nor was he conscious. Zhou Ze didn't know if he had heard him or not.

But Old Zhang's son, Zhang Feng, was a little surprised by the fact that Zhou Ze had chatted with his comatose father for a long time about how delicious braised pork was and how tasty braised pork was.

Had he been so oblivious?

Had he really not noticed that his father had such a great attachment to braised pork after being his son for so many years?

When it was one o'clock in the morning,

and the date had reached July 30th,

Zhou Ze stood outside the intensive care unit waiting. Zhang Feng was sleepy, but he didn't sleep.

Suddenly,

the monitoring equipment started to alarm.

Doctors and nurses rushed over. The patient's condition was critical. After futile rescue attempts,

Old Zhang,

finally gave his life for his country.

Zhang Feng looked despondent,

leaning against the wall, his eyes vacant,

tears flowing down again.

Then,

he looked to the side,

only to see Zhou Ze, wearing a white coat, clench his fist and wave it,

and even shout excitedly,

"Yes!"

"............" Zhang Feng.