Chapter 169 ps

Just after dawn, Attorney An opened his eyes, sat up in bed, and stretched.

The little boy lay beside him, eyes closed.

Instinctively, Attorney An wanted to pull the quilt over him. Summer was basically over, and the weather would soon turn cool. Sleeping with only a bit of the stomach covered at night was really unbearable.

But his hand holding the quilt stopped in mid-air.

*Am I worried about a zombie catching a cold?*

After thinking about it,

He still covered him with the quilt.

He got out of bed and walked to the window.

Attorney An had requested a small modification to his room. Nothing else was changed, except that the original window sill was replaced with a floor-to-ceiling window.

Not a very big room, and not a very big floor-to-ceiling window.

Attorney An, wearing leopard-print pajamas, squatted in front of the window

And lit a cigarette.

His hair was messy, and his eyes were a little tired and weary.

The feeling of sleep

Was pretty good.

Just then,

The little boy on the bed also sat up and began to silently put on his clothes.

Attorney An heard the movement and glanced back. Watching the little boy quietly getting dressed without saying a word after he got up,

He suddenly felt like a beast?

He shook his head,

Reached out and gently tapped his forehead,

Then took a deep breath of the cigarette,

And slowly exhaled from his nostrils.

"Something on your mind?"

The little boy, fully dressed, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window.

He hadn't bought any clothes yet when he first arrived, so he was still wearing the clothes he had bought from a street stall at the hospital in the other province.

"I'll take you to buy some clothes later."

Attorney An said.

The little boy shook his head.

He didn't want this man to buy him clothes. It felt strange.

He slept with him,

And he was buying him clothes?

"Otherwise, you'll look like a fool. How are you going to see Lin Ke at school tonight? Let me tell you, the girls at school these days are very materialistic!"

A little loli, probably in elementary school.

"Okay."

The little zombie shook his head while saying "Okay."

"Hoo..."

Exhaling,

Attorney An scratched his messy hair.

"Something on your mind?"

This was the second time the little boy had asked.

Attorney An still didn't answer, but stood up, leaned over, and looked down.

Outside the bookstore, on the street, several hardworking cleaners were already at work cleaning the streets.

The South Street area had a lot of traffic, so the workload for the cleaners was naturally high.

In the distance,

Under the streetlights that hadn't completely gone out,

A man in black was carrying a little girl whose skin was as black as the man's clothes,

The two of them slowly walked this way.

The man also had two heavy snakeskin bags hanging on his waist.

It was the death servant and the little black girl who had spent the night in the outer cemetery area.

"Are they also people from the shop?"

The little boy asked.

"The girl came a few days before you and likes to grow vegetables.

The guy is that living dead man below, who's neither zombie nor human, and came even before me."

"Oh."

The little boy responded.

"There are more and more people in the bookstore."

Attorney An sighed.

"But you're not happy."

The little boy said.

"With more people, there are more thoughts."

Attorney An tapped the cigarette ash outside and continued:

"For example, that little black girl, her situation is actually similar to yours.

You handed over your soul blood; she's poisoned. Look at her legs; she can't move them anymore and has to be carried."

"Mm."

"Her poison seems to need to be cured once a month, relying on the boss's fingernails. If the boss disappears for a month, she's done for."

"Mm."

"But the problem is..."

As he spoke,

Attorney An suddenly turned his head to look at the little boy beside him.

"Can she be subdued with this method?"

The "she" here,

Could also refer to other people,

The little boy understood,

Including himself.

"She has a grandma. When you have more contact with her in the future, you'll find she often talks about her grandma. Her grandma watched TV with her, taught her how to grow vegetables, and accompanied her as she grew up.

Then,

She planted her grandma."

Attorney An made a shoveling motion.

The little boy listened quietly.

"Actually, we all know very well that using life to threaten and control people is a very unreliable thing, because when people are pushed too far, they might just give up on life.

Especially someone like her.

Who knows, one day she might have a whim. Since she's already planted her grandma, why not try planting herself?

When she decides to plant herself,

Does it even matter if the poison in her legs can be cured?"

The little boy continued to listen quietly.

"If everyone were docile lambs, dynasties wouldn't have fallen throughout history."

At this time,

The death servant carrying the little black girl had reached the entrance of the bookstore.

He looked up,

And saw Attorney An smoking on the second-floor window sill.

He smiled foolishly.

Attorney An waved to him with a warm expression.

Then he turned his head and continued looking at the little boy, saying:

"This idiot,

I still haven't determined if he's truly stupid or pretending to be."

"Mm?"

"In this world, people who pretend to be stupid are smart. Even smarter people can make you wonder if they're truly stupid or pretending.

In his previous life, he was a Japanese priest, swallowed the boss's ashes, and was burned with gasoline after being caught by the boss. In the end, he was inexplicably planted, flowered, and bore fruit, growing into him."

Attorney An threw the cigarette butt into the ashtray and lit another cigarette. He was a heavy smoker, especially when he got up in the morning. He needed to smoke several cigarettes to feel satisfied.

"So, he was grown. That's why the little black girl has only been here for two days, but she's already very familiar with him.

One knows how to grow things, and the other grew from the ground.

Naturally close, right?"

"Mm." The little boy continued listening.

"But once, I saw him reading a Japanese version of the *Bible*. Heh."

Attorney An exhaled a smoke ring,

"I haven't told anyone about this, but I've always kept it in my heart.

A seemingly simple guy who only says 'Heh heh heh,'

After cleaning the bookstore and doing his day's cleaning work,

Goes back to his room

And secretly reads a Japanese *Bible*.

Tell me,

Does he remember his past life?

Or to put it another way,

The boss says he can sense the death servant's closeness to him, a feeling of obedience like that of a father and son.

But the boss seems to have forgotten,

Throughout history,

Patricide and usurpation are not uncommon.

In ordinary families, fathers and sons turn against each other for a little self-interest and other things.

The words 'father and son' are actually not very reliable."

"Oh."

The little boy looked at Attorney An and asked, puzzled:

"After you say all that, I feel like there aren't any good people in the bookstore except for that female zombie who's like me."

"Yeah, the female zombie is a good person." Attorney An smiled. "She's wholeheartedly good to the boss, the kind of devotedly good. But her previous life, that Madam Bai, after hearing her story, the more I think about it, the more I feel there's a problem.

A little woman in the Qing Dynasty who was drowned in a pig cage, became a wandering ghost, built her own temple, and even received an inscription from Zhang Jian, the top scholar of the late Qing Dynasty.

Before going to hell to seek new development,

She just happened to entrust her body to the boss, who was just a temporary ghost messenger himself and barely surviving.

Yingying is simple and lovely,

But that Madam Bai,

I've always felt that her purpose wasn't so pure. Besides, the Cold Clothes Festival seems to be approaching, and I always feel something might happen."

"Is that so."

"Yes, that's how it is. There are more and more people in the bookstore, but the troubles will also increase.

The cook in the shop doesn't say a word and has buried so many things. He's laying out plans while cooking for everyone. He's trying to ascend to heaven.

He's learning from the boss,

Wanting to seal something in his body as well,

Fast and efficient."

Attorney An picked up a bottle of mineral water and took several large gulps. He put down the bottle and continued:

"But the words 'fast and efficient' also represent great hidden dangers.

It's like a car that's driven too fast, it's easy to flip over.

Fortunately,

The boss went last night. Since he hasn't called back yet, the problems should all be resolved.

Heh,

He thinks very complexly and designs very comprehensively;

But he also thinks too simply and designs too narrowly.

Sealing part of the Sea God in his body,

Has he not considered

Whether he has the ability to suppress himself from being assimilated by the Sea God?

Those great demon characters who can struggle to the top in the waves,

Which one is easy to get along with?

Damn it,

Speaking of this,

I'm starting to admire our boss more and more.

The one in his body,

Who is your ancestor..."

"..." The little boy.

"Boss,

He's the only one I've ever seen among all the people with things sealed in their bodies

Who not only hasn't been affected by that one,

But can influence that one in return.

Tsk,

Sure enough, sometimes when you see others as stupid and feel complacent, it's actually because your level is too low, you can't understand others, and you're the fool."

Attorney An reached out and touched the little boy's head.

"People live together, but everyone actually has their own thoughts. The team is getting bigger and bigger, but the group is getting harder and harder to lead.

The boss likes to lie on the sofa, read the newspaper, and drink cheap coffee.

These things

Can only be worried about and arranged by me.

Oh,

The car is back.

The boss and the others are back.

Alright, alright,

Time to prepare breakfast, hehe."

Attorney An was about to change his clothes. He was very enthusiastic about three meals a day.

"Hey."

The little boy suddenly stopped him.

Attorney An, who had just opened the door, looked back at the little boy in confusion. "What's wrong?"

"When you let me go up alone to shower yesterday,

I didn't go to the wrong door.

I went in

By pushing the door as you said."

Attorney An nodded,

Gave the little boy a meaningful smile,

And said very seriously:

"Then I must have accidentally misspoke."