Chapter 1 Zhou Ze's Logic

Zhou Ze suddenly felt that what this police officer said made a lot of sense.

The logic was smooth,

The reasoning was clear,

The examples were appropriate,

And it was hard to argue against.

Damn it,

Was the boss Zhou even starting to suspect himself of drug trafficking?

Otherwise, why did he open this bookstore?

After renting the Xu family's shop on South Street,

Why did he want to open a bookstore?

Just because that idiot Xu Le opened a bookstore, he had to open one too?

He could have opened "Devil's Finger Paradise," or "Emerald Waters and Azure Skies," or "Heaven on Earth."

"See, I'm right, aren't I?"

Seeing Zhou Ze's expression, the police officer thought he had been touched by his words, so he continued to strike while the iron was hot:

"Actually, I can understand the way you young people think; after all, it's different from our time.

When I was a kid, conditions were still very difficult. We could afford to eat, but eating meat every meal was difficult, so at that time, I just wanted to be able to eat meat every meal.

Unlike you, this generation grew up when living conditions were so much better, so you think about doing something.

But………………"

While the police officer was still doing ideological work,

Zhou Ze suddenly heard a "clatter" sound very close to him.

He stood up abruptly, his eyes scanning all around, but he could only hear the sound, and couldn't "see" anything at all.

This was impossible!

This was simply impossible!

There were ghosts that he couldn't see?

A ghost messenger unable to see ghosts was like a barber only giving haircuts to bald people. Wasn't that nonsense?

The well-meaning police officer saw Zhou Ze suddenly stand up and thought he had been persuaded and finally decided to confess. He immediately stood up excitedly and was about to say something when he saw Zhou Ze pacing back and forth inside the bars.

"Clatter... clatter..."

"Hey, are you okay?" The police officer was stunned for a moment. He began to suspect that Zhou Ze was having a drug fit. Hadn't the urine test been negative before?

But in fact, Zhou Ze was constantly changing his position, following the sound of the chains.

The sound of the chains dragging on the ground was right next to him, right outside his bars; it was walking around here!

Finally, the sound of the chains "walked" towards the exit.

Zhou Ze immediately walked to the position of the lock and subconsciously grabbed it with both hands.

But Zhou Ze still restrained himself and did not choose to forcibly unlock it with his own strength, but this feeling was really unpleasant.

A commission,

Had walked around right in front of him,

And then left!

It was like a beauty taking off her clothes and showing you an hour-long dance, then saying, "Sorry, I just got my period," and then leaving, leaving you alone to be messed up in the wind.

"Hey, are you okay? You don't have to pretend to be crazy; I didn't see any history of mental illness in your file!" The police officer thought Zhou Ze was trying to play some trick.

"Your mom..."

Zhou Ze almost blurted out,

But he took a deep breath,

"How is your mother doing?"

"..." The police officer.

"Think about it carefully again. Confessing now counts as surrendering yourself. Really, you can still get credit for it." The police officer took out his ID and said, "My name is Zhang Yanfeng. Tell me immediately when you figure it out."

The middle-aged police officer sighed, first went over to pick up his water cup and took a sip, then turned around and left the detention center helplessly.

Zhou Ze stood there. No one noticed that Zhou Ze had scratched "grooves" on the inside of the iron bars with his fingernails.

Then,

Zhou Ze simply sat back down.

"Boss, you've been wronged."

The old Daoist opposite had woken up when the police officer started his political education. Seeing Zhou Ze's reaction at this time, he thought his boss wanted to get out.

Zhou Ze glared at the old Daoist unhappily.

This pile of crap was all caused by the old Daoist in the first place. He usually did things very cleanly. No matter how small the matter, as long as it might encounter trouble, he would burn some spirit money.

This time was good,

The old Daoist had gotten him into a big one.

"Boss, we'll be out tomorrow. We didn't do anything. The police can't investigate anything. You have to control your *jiji*."

The old Daoist was really worried that the boss would directly unlock the lock and rush out of the police station.

That would mean that the bookstore and everyone's life would be ruined together.

"Go to sleep."

Zhou Ze was too lazy to say anything more, leaned against the bars, and then asked:

"By the way, old Daoist, do you know anyone in the police station?"

"Huh?" The old Daoist was stunned for a moment. "Boss, do you like it here too? This old Daoist tells you, the food in the Tongcheng detention center is actually pretty good. The Rongcheng one is not bad either, after all, it's also a big city. The most troublesome are the detention centers in some small local police stations; the food there just doesn't suit my taste..."

"Just shut up."

Zhou Ze originally wanted to wait until this matter was over and he went out, then find a chance to come back and see if he could find the owner of the chain sound, but the old Daoist obviously misunderstood.

"The detention center in Guangzhou is the most uncomfortable. As you know, the weather in Guangzhou is humid, tsk tsk, it's really uncomfortable to stay in that place's detention center..."

"If you don't shut up again, I'll unlock the lock and strangle you to death first."

"..." The old Daoist.

The old Daoist immediately shut up and began to be docile.

Zhou Ze listened carefully, anyway, he couldn't sleep, but unfortunately, the sound of the chain never appeared again until dawn.

In the morning, several police officers came over, unlocked the lock, and indicated that Zhou Ze could come out.

Zhou Ze and the old Daoist were brought back to the interrogation room, but this time they didn't ask anything, just signed a name, made an explanation, and then indicated that Zhou Ze could leave.

The one-night tour of the detention center ended.

When Zhou Ze came out, Xu Qinglang and the old Daoist were already waiting outside. They were faster than Zhou Ze.

Xu Qinglang handed Zhou Ze a cigarette that he had just bought, newly opened.

Zhou Ze took the cigarette and didn't rush to leave, but sat down by the flowerbed at the entrance of the police station.

"They probably didn't find any evidence, so they could only let us out first." Xu Qinglang said with a smile.

"The way you say it makes it sound like we really did something shady." Zhou Ze said, exhaling a smoke ring.

"Hehe, doesn't our bookstore have a lot of shady things?" Xu Qinglang retorted.

"Should I call a cab?" The old Daoist took out his phone to call a cab.

Since they came out from inside, it was natural to go back to the bookstore as soon as possible. The old Daoist was not worried about the bookstore's business; anyway, the bookstore's business had always been that way. He was worried about his monkey.

Monkeys are very smart. As long as there are customers in the store, they will never show their faces.

When the plainclothes police came in yesterday, they naturally did not find the monkey. If it was discovered, even if the boss Zhou did not make drugs, there would be a problem, after all, that monkey's breed was quite advanced and belonged to a national protected animal.

"Wait a minute."

Zhou Ze flicked his cigarette ash and looked back at the police station again.

Zhou Ze hadn't figured out what happened with the sound of the chain yesterday. This matter made him feel a little itchy in his heart.

The police station was a place that even Zhou Ze, a ghost messenger, was not very willing to enter. Therefore, Zhou Ze had a hunch that what he encountered yesterday might be a big fish.

"What's the matter, Lao Zhou, are you a little nostalgic and reluctant to leave?" Xu Qinglang teased.

"Let's go back first." Zhou Ze said.

The old Daoist called a cab, and soon a car stopped. The three of them got into the car together.

Zhou Ze and Xu Qinglang sat in the back, and the old Daoist sat in the passenger seat.

"Are you police officers?" the driver asked while driving.

"Suspects."

The old Daoist said bluntly.

"..." The driver.

"Hey, don't shake your hands. Suspects are just suspects, you know?

Although when this old Daoist watches legal programs, I think it's quite awkward to call those criminals criminal suspects, it would be better to directly call them criminals. Now that I think about it, it's quite appropriate. The three of us are the kind that the police want to arrest but don't have enough evidence to arrest, understand?"

The old Daoist explained.

But the driver's hands shook even more.

"Even if they are caught on the spot during the commission of a crime, as long as they have not been convicted by the people's court, they are still criminal suspects, understand?" Xu Qinglang popularized science to the old Daoist.

"Oh, I understand, you are an expert." The old Daoist chuckled.

The driver's face began to twitch.

It wasn't that the driver was timid, but the way these two sang in harmony was really too psychologically stressful.

"By the way, boss, should I go get the equipment for you this afternoon? The police are still watching, and it would be too troublesome if they arrest us again in the name of drug manufacturing."

"I'll find a way to get out and get it myself." Zhou Ze was also afraid of this trouble, so he planned to take the wine jar out and find a laboratory to prepare it.

"Okay, it's time to move the place. It's estimated that there will be plainclothes officers watching in front of our store for a while." Xu Qinglang said.

The driver swallowed. He really wanted to stop the car halfway and let these three people down, but he was a little afraid.

In a trance, the Audi in front suddenly slammed on the brakes. The driver was careless and didn't have time to step on the brakes, so he ran directly into it.

"Bang!"

The two cars rear-ended.

In fact, it's really annoying to encounter car owners who like to play emergency stops on the road for no reason, but generally speaking, in the case of a rear-end collision, most of the responsibility lies with the rear car, because it is said in subject one that a safe following distance must be maintained, but then again, with the current traffic congestion in most cities in China, maintaining a strict safe following distance is often not very realistic.

"How are you driving!" The old Daoist was furious. He had just come out of the detention center and encountered a car accident. It was unlucky.

At this time,

The door of the Audi in front opened.

The old Daoist was a little gloating. "Okay, the car owner is here to make trouble for you."

But to everyone's surprise, the male car owner did not come over to make trouble, but ran away wildly, running faster than a rabbit.

This made the four people in the car a little surprised. The driver called the traffic police, no matter what, let the traffic police come and deal with it first.

The old Daoist opened the car door and got out first, and walked to the front to take a look.

At this time, the rear door of the rear-ended car in front was suddenly pushed open,

A woman with ropes tied to her body fell out of the car.

"Yo, little sister, playing cosplay?"

The old Daoist said, watching from the side.

The girl sat calmly on the ground and began to break free from the ropes herself. After she broke free from the ropes, she reached out and took out the strip of cloth stuffed in her mouth.

"I was stolen my car and kidnapped in the parking lot. I just escaped because the car rear-ended, he ran away." The girl said to the old Daoist.

"Hahahahahahaha..."

The old Daoist laughed, holding his stomach,

"Little sister, you are really funny, your joke is not funny at all, don't worry, although you guys braked suddenly, but the rear car is responsible for the rear-end collision, we are just passengers not the car owner, it's okay.

Your story is so unbelievable that even movies wouldn't dare to shoot it like this. Someone stole your car and kidnapped you at the same time?

Or were you rescued because we rear-ended your car?

Oh, little sister,

Are you trying to laugh this old Daoist to death so you can inherit my Ant Financial account?"

The girl looked at the old Daoist calmly with her face to the side.

The old Daoist smiled and smiled, and slowly couldn't laugh anymore,

Then, with a little doubt, he tentatively asked:

"Damn it, is it real?"