Chapter 736 The Old Man's Second Spring

Xu Qinglang frowned slightly,
as if asking the lawyer An beside him, yet also talking to himself,
"What's going on here?"

Lawyer An shook his head. To be honest, he was still a bit confused.
Some things were indeed beyond his scope of vision. He was fine with scheming and plotting, or discussing the ins and outs of climbing the ranks within the system.

But expecting him to understand Ying Gou's private impartation of power?
Wasn't that a bit too much for a former inspector like him?

Old Zhang behind the bar continued to hold his goji berry thermos.
Even Zhou Ze's sudden "eruption" hadn't disturbed him. Anyway, he knew Zhou Ze wouldn't do anything to him, so no matter what Zhou Ze did, he remained calm.

Even now, seeing Zhou Ze holding Yingying in his arms,
he was still calm.

After all, deep down, he was an old man whose son was about to get married.
He had seen too much of this youthful tenderness and romance.

Zhou Ze's eyes were filled with swirling black luster. At this moment, his consciousness was completely calmed down. He still exuded a strong, frenzied zombie aura, but it was as if it had been covered with a layer of black cloth, no longer rampant. But this restraint was even more terrifying.

A wild beast was, of course, scary;
but a wild beast with a calm mind was even more terrifying!

"This… is… also… possible…"

"Nonsense, an iron dolt like you, who forces himself on someone and can shamelessly say thousands of years later that you wouldn't be alive without my mirror,
can't understand it."

"You… are… very… pleased…"

"Mmhmm."

"Then… be… pleased… then…"

The iron dolt's voice disappeared,
which surprised Zhou Ze a little.
He was actually being so agreeable this time?

Just as Zhou Ze was still immersed in this feeling of calm and madness coexisting harmoniously,
he suddenly felt that
Yingying's tongue was actually actively prying open his teeth.
She wanted to come in.

*The Maid's Self-Cultivation* didn't talk about cooking,
but it described other things
in great detail!

Clearly,
Yingying was someone who read books,
and she took it to heart.

Zhou Ze suddenly wanted to laugh, even though he, who had been single by his own merits in his previous life, knew that laughing out loud at this time was a very silly thing to do.

But looking at Lawyer An, Lao Xu, and the others standing over there,
Zhou Ze hesitated,
took a step back,
and parted his lips.
The lingering warmth and faint sweetness
were unforgettable.

Yingying pretended that nothing had happened.
Before she could even think,
Zhou Ze's hand pressed against the back of her head, pressing her face to his chest to continue their embrace.

*Ying*~~

Zhou Ze raised his head,
a tremor rippling in his throat.
The zombie aura on his body began to dissipate,
and he returned to normal,
but it was like running in the middle of summer and sweating all over,
feeling a little sticky and uncomfortable.

"Boss, do you want to take a shower?"

The person who understands you best is always by your side.

In fact, the true relationship between two people does not lie in the so-called daily romance and vows of eternal love; the candlelight and beautiful illusions cannot last.

These things only exist in romance novels and relationship guides written by authors who haven't even been in a proper relationship themselves.

One look, and she knows what you want to eat for lunch.
Perhaps this is true life.

Zhou Ze went to the bathroom,
and Yingying followed to help him scrub his back and shower.
On the first floor of the bookstore,
Xu Qinglang and Lawyer An exchanged glances.
Both of them had a hint of surprise in their eyes.

That was
it?

It came too quickly, like a tornado;
leaving a mess behind and then disappearing without a trace.

No,
at least take a bow, right?

Old Zhang continued to drink his warm water, smiling, looking more experienced than Lao Dao.

Tonight's midnight snack was made by Xu Qinglang. Although he hadn't fully recovered, eating takeout all the time wasn't a good thing.

The midnight snack was simple, but it upheld Lao Xu's exquisite craftsmanship.

Diced meat was mixed into the broad bean rice,
served with the bookstore's own pickled vegetables and salted radish,
with seaweed and egg drop soup on the side.
Everyone ate with satisfaction.

Old Zhang deliberately waited until after the midnight snack before patting his belly and preparing to leave. Everyone was used to this.

Police officers are people too, good police officers are people too. Perhaps in ancient times, due to the lack of information, there would be fantasies of a flawless holy emperor, but nowadays, the public has gradually become accustomed to the "human" side of those prominent figures.

Walking out of the fully heated bookstore,
a cool breeze blew,
and Old Zhang shivered,
but because he had just eaten his fill, he didn't feel too cold.

He got into his car, checked his phone, and then started the car.

Fifteen minutes later,
Old Zhang appeared in the hospital's inpatient building.
He took the elevator up, walked to the door of a ward, and Old Zhang pushed the door open.

The woman was still lying in bed, not awake, and still looked a little haggard.

Old Zhang pulled out a chair and sat down next to the bed.

He didn't know why he had come here, but he just wanted to see her.

Many times, especially when dealing with things from hell, Old Zhang felt that he had been muddled along. For example, he had never imagined that the woman in front of him actually had another identity.

Now that he thought about it,
the boss and the others probably had already noticed it.

He didn't blame them for keeping it from him.
He could put himself in their shoes.
It was like when he used to lead those stupid and cute newbie huskies.
He couldn't be bothered to say much.
If discipline didn't prohibit it, he really wanted to kick them.

Old Zhang reached out and tidied the woman's hair around her temples. After tidying it up, he suddenly had the urge to rub her face with the back of his hand.

After all, he had just been stimulated by the boss and Yingying,
and although the old man's surface was calm,
he was still a little touched inside.

However, he still held back.
He sat back down, not looking at her, but staring blankly out the window.

He thought this place was nice, quiet, and cold, suitable for sitting.

He thought of his ex-wife. They had divorced long ago, and she had been abroad for many years. She didn't even come back for his funeral.

He remembered when he first met his ex-wife, she worked at a bank and was a little spoiled. Her family's conditions were also very good. Even though Old Zhang's family conditions weren't bad either, she could have had better choices.

But she still chose him back then,
shy and bashful when they first started dating, but taking the initiative to hold his hand in front of her relatives and friends, declaring her determination.

The sweetness and beauty after they were together.
Thinking about it,
a warm color of memory appeared on Old Zhang's face.

It wasn't that he was getting old, perhaps it was just a human instinct to try to conceal painful memories and only recall the good times.

After the divorce agreement, they separated, with helplessness, reluctance, and also the composure of letting go, because their lives and work habits had reached a point where they could no longer be reconciled.

Sitting by a woman's bed, thinking of another woman, was, to be honest, quite bestial.

But many things, as long as they aren't said, thinking about them in your heart adds a layer of heavy fig leaf, making you fearless.

The wind outside seemed to be a bit strong, and the curtains were constantly fluttering. The air conditioner in the ward was on, which was already very stuffy, so he opened the window a little to let in some fresh air to mix things up.

But now it wasn't just windy, it was also mixed with raindrops.

Old Zhang got up, walked over, and closed the window.

Just then,
a black shadow, mixed in with the rain, fell from above, and then slowly gathered, spreading all the way, seeping from the wall, seeping and seeping again, until it seeped into the ward.

"The wind is really strong, I didn't really feel it when I came."

Old Zhang closed the window on his own. The latch outside was a bit bent, and with the wind constantly blowing on the window, it wasn't easy to take it off.

He really didn't sense the abnormality in the ward. It wasn't carelessness, but he didn't have the ability.

As someone who was pulled back from the afterlife by Zhou Ze halfway through and hadn't even been to hell, he often felt very awkward when something happened in the bookstore.

Although he had just discovered a new continent today,
this new continent was really a bit useless.

Officer Chen on the bed was still motionless, not awake, but the black shadow had slowly detached from the wall, flowing over in a mercury-like smooth manner.

"Phew… finally closed it."

Old Zhang, who had closed the window, turned around and walked back,
standing by the bed,
his leather shoes just happened to step on the position where the black shadow was, but because the ward only had a "sleep light" on, most of the place was still dark, and it was really difficult to notice the change in color on the floor.

"I'll leave it at that for today. I'll go back first. I hope you wake up soon."

After saying that,
Old Zhang bent down,
leaned in a little closer,
looked at Officer Chen,
then stood up straight with satisfaction, preparing to leave.

"Tap… tap… tap…"

This was the sound of leather shoes touching the ground.
Old Zhang opened the ward door
and walked out.

The corridor was brightly lit, and the night nurses were sitting at the nurse's station chatting.

Old Zhang went there and greeted the nurses, hoping they would work a little harder to take care of Officer Chen, and then turned and walked towards the elevator.

The nurse who had just spoken to Old Zhang stretched,
then rubbed her eyes,
and said to herself in some confusion:

"Why do I feel like that policeman's shadow was moving just now?"

A nurse next to her teased:

"It's your heart that's moving, right? Let me tell you, he's just over thirty, not old, and he's still the captain of the criminal investigation team. What's wrong, little flirt, have you taken a fancy to him?"

"You're the little flirt, you saucy flirt! I think you've taken a fancy to him yourself. Look how enthusiastic you were when you greeted him just now."

"Heh, I'm divorced and have a daughter. Why would he like me?"

"Not necessarily, men like women with good skills."

"You little flirt, I'm going to tear your mouth apart!"