Chapter 216 Smile (Part 1)

After taking a shower, Zhou Ze changed his clothes and sat on the sofa downstairs. It was still the middle of the night, and there was still a long time before dawn, but Zhou Ze was no longer sleepy.

A normal person who had that dream would probably find it difficult to fall back asleep in a short period of time.

Bai Yingying brewed a cup of coffee for Zhou Ze and brought it over, then stood beside him, like a child who had done something wrong, at a loss.

Zhou Ze waved his hand, indicating that it was okay, and she could go upstairs to rest or play games, but Bai Yingying was still unwilling to leave. In her opinion, whether intentional or unintentional, she had indeed absorbed evil energy from Zhou Ze, and her boss's body had not fully recovered yet.

It was like a person who was already seriously ill indulging in nightly revelry; truly courting death.

After taking a sip of coffee, Zhou Ze lit a cigarette. Honestly, he was also a little strange as to why his body would emit evil energy on its own when he was dreaming. He believed that Bai Yingying wasn't deliberately trying to harm him or was impatient. In fact, Bai Yingying was quite satisfied with her "White-Haired Witch" look, and recently, she had also been experimenting with ancient-style clothing, which had a unique charm.

This matter could only be regarded as a thorn in his heart. If he couldn't figure it out, he could only put it aside for now. After all, there were more important things to deal with and resolve.

Half an hour later, a police car stopped in front of the bookstore.

Xu Niangniang, who was still "absorbing the essence of the sun and moon" next door, took one look at the police arriving, immediately got up and went upstairs, unwilling to stay downstairs.

He had complained that the air in the detention center was bad and that he couldn't sleep well. That night in the detention center had been a huge blow to his skin.

It was Zhang Yanfeng who came in; Zhou Ze had sent him a message.

Zhang Yanfeng was holding a file bag in his hand. His gaze first fell on Bai Yingying, and he asked with some confusion:

"Who is she?"

The last time the police entered the bookstore, Zhou Ze had told Bai Yingying to leave first, so Zhang Yanfeng didn't know Bai Yingying, and even if the police's information system was powerful, it was impossible to have Bai Yingying's information recorded.

"My niece."

Zhou Ze said perfunctorily.

Zhang Yanfeng didn't dwell on it and sat down opposite Zhou Ze.

"Coffee or tea?" Zhou Ze asked.

Zhang Yanfeng rubbed his tired face and smelled the rich aroma of the coffee in front of Zhou Ze, and said, "Coffee, I guess."

Bai Yingying went to make coffee, and Zhou Ze turned his head and called out:

"Get the Nescafé instant."

"............" Zhang Yanfeng.

The coffee was brought up, and Zhang Yanfeng was also straightforward, finishing it in one gulp, then pointed to the file bag on the table and said, "Don't want to take a look?"

Zhou Ze shook his head, "There probably isn't any useful information."

"Heh heh."

Zhang Yanfeng smiled, also lit a cigarette, and asked:

"Why did you call me here?"

"Because I just went to sleep."

"What?"

"Then, I had a dream."

Zhou Ze stretched lazily.

The scenes in the dream were unbearable to recall.

Of course, compared to the sealed space he entered at the end, even the experience of the "pregnant woman perspective" before was not worth mentioning.

"What kind of dream?" Zhang Yanfeng's expression became serious.

In this world,

only he and Zhou Ze had chains locked on their legs. Since he could dream, then Zhou Ze could naturally dream as well.

"That place shouldn't be a hospital." Zhou Ze coughed and continued, "There, should have been a secret underground concentration camp, a bit like Nazi Auschwitz."

Zhang Yanfeng narrowed his eyes. "Concentration camp?"

"Yes, my dream should have overlapping parts with yours, I also dreamed of that prison;

But it may be because you and I have different reasons, so my dream is more real, and the details are much more numerous than yours.

There, many prisoners were held, and each cell was overcrowded."

As he spoke,

Zhou Ze pointed to the invisible chains on his feet and continued:

"This chain is something that the prison management threw out. It doesn't seem to symbolize confinement. At least, for those prisoners, it seems to represent something very beautiful, entrusting different beautiful emotions."

Zhou Ze thought of the man in the dream who helped the woman snatch the chain.

When the woman walked out wearing the chain,

he stood behind the iron bars with a gaze filled with blessings and beautiful expectations.

But he probably didn't know,

where the woman wearing the chain

would eventually go.

This formed an extremely strong contradiction, because Zhou Ze felt that his analysis of the last environment in the dream should not be wrong.

Information about Nazi Auschwitz wasn't hard to find. Many people related to it had written similar memoirs. Zhou Ze had read a passage when he was in school and remembered it deeply: that was that many Jews who entered that room thought it was a place for them to shower, but the small holes released not warm water, but poisonous gas.

Zhang Yanfeng was silent, not knowing how to respond.

"I think, this information doesn't mention this, does it?" Zhou Ze pointed to the file bag on the coffee table.

Zhang Yanfeng shook his head.

"That prison should be deep underground." Zhou Ze said in a deep voice, "And, extrapolating from the clothing people wore at the time, as well as the uniforms of the guards I saw, it should have been during the Republic of China period. Since this information doesn't record it, I think, is it possible that this prison is still underground and hasn't been discovered at all?"

"So, what do you mean? You want me to apply to the leader to have the police station demolished and start digging down?

The reason being that I had a dream?"

Zhang Yanfeng retorted.

"There's always a way to find a solution, isn't there?" Zhou Ze took another sip of coffee. "After all, the victims have come to our doorstep."

"I can't do it, and it's impossible to do it with that kind of reason." Zhang Yanfeng said very seriously.

"Actually, it's not difficult, as long as you find a little bit of evidence." Zhou Ze analyzed.

"Recently, the police station is preparing to level out an underground garage." Zhang Yanfeng said.

"I understand." Zhou Ze nodded, indicating that he understood, but Zhou boss continued lazily: "I'll have someone handle it."

If he could use this opportunity to have the construction team dig a little deeper, maybe some clues would appear. When it could be determined that there might be a special building below, then normal excavation and construction could continue openly.

"Anything else?" Zhang Yanfeng asked, as if he was planning to leave.

"My business, you can't help with."

Zhou Ze smiled. For example, why would he be emitting such a strong evil aura while dreaming that it could even make Bai Yingying drunk?

"Then I'll leave first." Zhang Yanfeng got up and picked up the file bag on the coffee table.

"Right, Team Zhang." Zhou Ze called out.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Yanfeng turned his head to look at Zhou Ze.

"Have any soldiers come from your ancestors' side?" Zhou Ze organized his words as carefully as possible. "Your grandfather or your great-grandfather's generation?"

"What do you mean by this?"

"Just asking, maybe some of the victims inside might be your relatives. You know, blood relations can also become a kind of bond;

And this kind of bond can sometimes transcend the distance between life and death."

Zhou Ze thought of the old man he had killed at the Confucian Temple. The old man had served the Confucian Temple for many years, for the sake of blessing his descendants.

"I'm not sure about this, I have to ask."

"Including those who went missing under special circumstances." Zhou Ze added.

"You're saying that my elders are in the prison, but since they're my elders, why put a chain on me, their descendant?" Zhang Yanfeng asked.

"But for them, chains are a symbol of beauty. What if your elders liked you and put it on you?

It's like giving you a piece of candy or a longevity lock."

Zhang Yanfeng was silent for a while, then left.

Zhou Ze crossed his legs and continued to lie sideways on the sofa, falling into another kind of contemplation.

That was, if it could be said that Zhang Yanfeng might have a relative or elder who died in that prison, so the chain would eventually fall on him,

then what about himself?

Was it simply because he was a ghost messenger,

and he happened to appear within the scope of the police station,

so he was shackled?

Really,

was that it?

Thinking about it, Zhou Ze suddenly felt a little suffocated. He stood up, pushed open the bookstore door, walked out, and stood on the street in the middle of the night.

A faint dampness permeated the air, and sparse raindrops were falling.

Oh,

so it was going to rain,

no wonder it was so stuffy.

Zhou Ze continued to stand in the rain, re-lighting a cigarette.

The rain started to get heavier and heavier,

changing from a drizzle to a "rushing" downpour.

Zhou Ze reached out to shield his head.

Having just taken a shower, he decided to go back to the bookstore first.

However,

when he lifted his foot, his body staggered, and he almost fell down.

His feet were so heavy,

as if something was locked and he couldn't lift it up at all.

Zhou Ze lowered his head in astonishment,

and was shocked to find that on his feet,

there was actually a chain locked on.

What,

how could this be?

……………………

The old Daoist sniffed and walked downstairs. He had just slept for a while, but he felt a bit cold. He came down to pour a cup of hot water to warm himself up. It was really that the boss and the others had made the second floor too "cool." The cooling effect hadn't completely dissipated yet.

Earlier, he heard Xu Qinglang, who went upstairs, sneeze. Obviously, he couldn't stand the lingering effect of this natural artificial cooling either.

"Yo."

The old Daoist looked at Bai Yingying sitting on the sofa while slowly drinking hot water.

"Boss fell asleep again?"

Bai Yingying nodded, reaching out to gently stroke the boss's face, and said:

"The boss fell asleep as soon as the police officer left. The boss must be really tired."

"Heh heh heh, how could he not be tired? He's almost been drained dry by you."