Chapter 1 The Trial

The interrogation process had a few twists and turns, but under Zhang Yanfeng’s leadership, they were quickly smoothed out.

Initially, the two men who had been captured planned to remain silent, saying they were just nervous seeing the police officers and panicked.

The younger one was okay, but the middle-aged one directly said he had a criminal record, so he was naturally afraid of the police. Seeing a police car made his chest feel tight,

And seeing a police officer walk over made it hard for him to breathe,

He could only subconsciously run away or he'd suffocate to death.

But as the interrogation progressed, the younger one, the one Zhou Ze had caught, confessed first, and the middle-aged man could only follow suit.

That's right, Boss Zhou's judgment was correct. They were indeed tomb robbers.

It was well known that there were many ancient tombs around Luoyang and Xianyang. After all, many dynasties had established their capitals there in earlier years. Tongcheng, on the other hand, was slightly inferior in terms of historical culture, and no major tombs had ever been discovered.

However, according to this group of tomb robbers, they were actually looking for small tombs of Qing Dynasty landlords, hoping to find small trinkets. They relied on quantity to win, and they could often gain something.

But recently, something happened. In a small tomb, their original team of six lost two members, and the remaining four were scared out of their wits.

They used to think that as long as they didn't dig up large tombs and only focused on small ones, they wouldn't encounter any traps or dangers, so everyone was bold. But this time, two people died, and everyone knew things were serious. So, when Zhang Yanfeng drove past, the four of them were at the lottery station discussing how to sell the things they had previously dug up and exchange them for money so they could run away.

Of the six-member tomb-robbing gang, only the yellow-haired guy who ran the lottery station was a local. The others were from out of town. Dividing the money and running away was indeed a very safe option.

Zhang Yanfeng came out of the interrogation room with a thermos cup in his hand, drinking tea. Zhou Ze sat on the bench outside, having listened to the whole process earlier. But at this moment, watching Zhang Yanfeng walk out, coupled with the environment of the police station, he immediately felt that he looked exactly like a positive character in some police dramas.

And often, such positive characters are suitable to be sacrificed in the final stages of the plot to earn a wave of audience tears.

Zhang Yanfeng didn't know what Zhou Ze was thinking now. If he did, he would probably rush up and give him a set of military boxing moves.

"I'll have someone send you back," Zhang Yanfeng said.

"Using a public car for private purposes?"

"You helped capture a suspect. It's only right."

"Oh."

Boss Zhou got up. To be honest, he had no interest in investigating cases. And now, two of the four surviving suspects had been caught, leaving only the pursuit work for the remaining two.

"I'll take people to the small tomb where the deaths occurred this afternoon. Those damned people, two people died down there, and they didn't even take the bodies out. Instead, they took the initiative to bury the excavated tomb entrance."

Bringing the bodies out for disposal would be even more stupid, right?

Zhou Ze thought to himself.

Zhang Yanfeng arranged for a female police officer with a ponytail to take Zhou Ze home. The female police officer was very tall, estimated to be about 1.75 meters, but very thin, like a sharply sharpened pencil, standing there like a signpost.

"Mr. Zhou, this way please."

She politely invited Zhou Ze to the parking lot.

It wasn't a police car, but a private car. After Zhou Ze got in, he could still smell the scent of women's perfume. The decorations inside were very girly.

Everyone has their work side and their life side. Police officers are also people, understandable.

Zhou Ze remembered that when he was a surgeon in his previous life, he knew some doctors with quirks. Some played "Paradise" during surgery, some played "Symphony of Destiny," and one even liked to play songs by Phoenix Legend and Chopstick Brothers.

Regular work is already serious and tiring enough. You still have to be mischievous when you should be.

"This is the book Team Zhang gave you."

The female police officer handed Zhou Ze a book. The cover showed Tongcheng Prison, which was the book *The Road to Redemption*. It also came with a stack of leaflets.

"These are the wanted posters for the two fugitives. Team Zhang said he hopes you can help post them around South Street."

Zhou Ze nodded.

Half an hour later, the car drove to the entrance of the bookstore. Zhou Ze got out of the car. The female police officer gave Zhou Ze her signature smile and farewell before driving away.

Standing at the entrance of the bookstore, Boss Zhou didn't rush into the bookstore but looked at the store next door. It was already evening, but the renovation team was still working, and everyone was obviously rushing to meet the deadline.

Dean Lin wanted to open a pharmacy next to his place, hoping that Boss Zhou could return to his old profession. She had told him about it beforehand, but Zhou Ze didn't expect her to be so impatient.

Perhaps, she was also a little disappointed after seeing her former idol mentor become such a salted fish.

Dean Lin was gradually transforming into a strong woman. From the perspective of a strong woman, if the person she liked was gone, she would create another one herself.

Scratching his head, Zhou Ze didn't go in to see the progress of the renovation but pushed open the bookstore door and walked in.

"Zhou Ze! Zhou Ze! Zhou Ze!!!"

The little loli was sitting on the sofa, with her bare feet in the fish tank below. There were many small fish kissing her feet in the fish tank.

"What do you think about putting something like this in the bookstore? When people are tired of shopping, they can come to the bookstore to relax and get rid of dead skin. We can make money, oh."

Actually,

For this bookstore located on South Street pedestrian street,

Any change and innovation can be considered revenue generation, because its turnover is already at an irreducibly low level.

You only need to see that since Zhou Ze moved the bookstore here, he hasn't stocked a new batch of books except for the daily newspapers and popular magazines to see how sluggish the bookstore's business is.

But Boss Zhou directly rejected the little loli's proposal.

Just think about it,

In the future, every morning,

He'd wake up in Bai Yingying's arms,

Go downstairs,

Take a shower,

Coffee, newspaper, sunshine, sofa,

When he was enjoying this moment,

A large group of uncles and aunties would be putting their feet in the fish tank, chatting and shaking their feet,

And then there would be someone with athlete's foot,

Tsk tsk,

That taste.

"If it's a no, then it's a no. But I want to keep this for myself. I'll use it alone." The little loli pouted.

Zhou Ze nodded. This was tolerable.

Lolis have three treasures: delicate, weak, and easy to push down.

Looking at the little loli's feet is much more pleasing to the eye than looking at an old lady's feet.

After eating dinner, Boss Zhou remembered the things Zhang Yanfeng had brought him and immediately ordered the old Taoist to get the wanted leaflets that were tucked into his book and asked him to post them outside.

Even the sanitation workers who came to work the next day wouldn't clean up these leaflets.

A poster was also put up at the entrance of the bookstore. The old Taoist posted more than a dozen posters at the Internet cafe across the street, all the way from the entrance to the bar.

It gave customers the illusion that they had returned to prison when they entered the Internet cafe.

After what happened that night, the Internet cafe siblings didn't take the initiative to come over again. Occasionally, when they saw each other across the street, they basically pretended they didn't see each other.

Actually, Mingming was still feeling guilty, after all, she had protected herself that night. But Boss Zhou didn't take it to heart, but the old Taoist was different. He remembered the grudge in his heart.

After nine o'clock in the evening,

Zhou Ze first went upstairs to check on Old Xu's condition, and then took a look at the potted plant. The flower buds were getting bigger and bigger.

After hesitating for a moment,

Zhou Ze simply moved the potted plant down from the second floor and placed it next to where he usually sat. Then he lay on the sofa and continued to leisurely read the newspaper.

Boss Zhou didn't like the smell of mosquito coils, even electric mosquito coils, which actually had a smell. However, after Boss Zhou moved Deadpool next to him, he felt much more comfortable. No annoying things like mosquitoes could get close to him.

When the little loli saw that Zhou Ze was going to keep watch tonight, she went upstairs to watch TV. With Zhou Ze around, she couldn't compete with Zhou Ze's business. Occasionally, when Boss Zhou was lazy or went to bed earlier, the little loli would often watch the store by herself, waiting for a destined person.

In fact, one monk has water to drink, but three monks have no water to drink. The little loli is now living with Zhou Ze, which is equivalent to closing her previous branch. Her performance points must have also increased at a slower rate than before, but she is becoming more and more open-minded.

A hardworking and good loli ghost messenger,

Under Zhou Ze's influence,

Turned into a salted fish loli.

It seemed that Boss Zhou really had this kind of magic, allowing the positive, healthy, and upward people around him to be influenced by his personal charm, and collectively fall into the rhythm of a salted fish life, and then not be able to climb out.

Back then, Madam Xu, who owned more than twenty properties, was still working diligently, but now she has long since given up manual labor.

"Squeak, squeak..."

The old Taoist was combing the monkey's fur.

The monkey suddenly gesticulated wildly.

The old Taoist nodded, picked up some ox tears and rubbed them on his eyes, and looked at the entrance of the bookstore.

He saw a figure bouncing in from outside.

Not surprised, not unexpected,

The old Taoist, like an old madam, shouted to the star Zhou, who was still reading over there:

"Customer!"

Saying that,

The old Taoist immediately got up and went to the back to prepare cold dishes and yellow wine.

Zhou Ze rubbed his shoulders and stood up.

But he saw that the wandering soul who came tonight was a bit hyperactive,

He was walking and jumping,

Bouncing and jumping,

Tirelessly.

A head of yellow hair, the scene of more than ten years ago and still stubbornly maintaining the non-mainstream hairstyle, as if raising a finger to the sky and shouting:

"Non-mainstream is not dead!"

But,

Wait,

It seems a bit familiar,

Zhou Ze specifically walked to the entrance of the bookstore and glanced at the wanted leaflets that the old Taoist had posted on the door,

Photo,

Information,

That's right,

It was him,

The yellow-haired lottery shop owner who escaped during the day.

Now,

He became a ghost?

Dead?

The yellow hair continued to be excited,

Even after entering the bookstore, he still couldn't control himself,

While foolishly singing a nursery rhyme: