Chapter 161 Late Night Cosplay

The night wind carried a hint of coolness. Zhou Ze, leaning on his cane, got out of the car, his steps a bit unsteady. A thick black hoodie, paired with a skull mask, made him look like a cosplayer out for a late-night stroll.

Lao Dao emerged from the driver's seat and immediately came to support him.

"Boss, you really didn't have to come out."

Lao Dao wasn't being insincere; he was genuinely concerned. The boss was already in such a state, yet he still made a special trip, all for his sake.

Zhou Ze shook his head, offering no explanation.

Lawyer An had said on the phone that the suicide case "involved a ghost"—and he meant it literally.

But Lawyer An also said that he couldn't handle it alone. As a former inspector, his claim that he couldn't deal with a single ghost seemed to underestimate the might of the underworld.

Even though Lao An had been stripped of his official position and his originating documents, making him less impressive than Feng Si'er when he first arrived, the bookstore's residents still trusted Lao An's abilities.

It was just that this ghost was special, difficult to catch. Unable to deal with it, Lawyer An had to request reinforcements from the bookstore.

The bookstore was currently "full of wounded soldiers."

Those three ghost servants from out of town were still lying in the pharmacy, continuing to "contemplate life."

The only ones who could help were Yingying and the little loli. As for the Deadpool, he hadn't recovered yet, and besides, he wasn't suited for dealing with "ghosts" anyway.

Logically speaking, Lawyer An should have requested the little loli or Yingying to come and help, but he had directly asked for the boss to come himself if possible.

Then, he showered him with praise, saying things like, with the boss present, all the demons and monsters would be reduced to begging for mercy.

In reality, Zhou Ze could roughly guess Lawyer An's intentions.

Perhaps after Zhou Ze mentioned going to Sichuan first, Lawyer An sensed something. Although Zhou Ze hadn't publicly announced Ying Gou's awakening, even the parties involved, Yingying, didn't know. But Lawyer An had always been quite sensitive in this regard.

As a former mid-level cadre in the underworld, his ability to navigate office politics and read between the lines was definitely up to par.

Zhou Ze came, and he specifically brought Lao Dao along.

Yingying and the little loli were left at the bookstore to watch the house and take care of the "patients."

This matter, since it was tied to Lao Dao, if he could witness its conclusion, it would be another form of "the one who tied the bell must untie it."

Lao Dao was ostensibly useless for the bookstore.

But you couldn't deny that many of the bookstore's troubles and opponents had been mysteriously "killed off" by Lao Dao, which could be considered another form of "keeping the enemy outside the gates."

If Lao Zhang was the bookstore's politically correct choice, then Lao Dao was the bookstore's true "guardian deity."

Infinitely close to a law of causality weapon, Zhou Ze was just short of announcing, "We promise not to be the first to use Lao Dao."

Perhaps this was related to a person's fate.

Lawyer An sat on the steps of the teaching building, shaking the cloth doll in his hand incessantly. In the middle of the night on campus, he looked like a creepy uncle.

Plus, Lawyer An's body was now "ablaze with passion." If he didn't know he had business to attend to, Lawyer An would have really wanted to comfort those newly blossoming flowers of the motherland.

Seeing Zhou Ze and Lao Dao approaching, Lawyer An sighed in relief and immediately got up to meet them.

"Boss, take a look at this."

As he spoke, Lawyer An handed the cloth doll with a small mustache to Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze pondered for a moment and then uttered two words:

"So ugly."

"............" Lao Dao.

Lawyer An wholeheartedly agreed!

"There's residual ghost energy on it. Was it possessed?" Zhou Ze asked.

"Yes, it was once possessed by a ghost, so there's residual ghost energy, and it even carries a bit of influence.

I found it when I was standing on the rooftop looking down. If I'm not mistaken, at the time, that guy named Sun Tie Zhu…"

"Tie Cheng."

"Oh, Tie Cheng, dear;

He was standing on the roof, making a phone call, and was enticed and confused by the ghost possessing this cloth doll, causing him to jump down."

"So, that child was killed by a ghost?" Lao Dao immediately asked.

This was a knot in his heart.

You couldn't say that Lao Dao was stubborn, nor could you say that Lao Dao was too saintly.

Lao Dao only lived for clarity of thought. This matter was related to whether he could continue to maintain that clarity in the future.

For example, those crowds watching the suicide attempt, even if they were impatiently shouting from below:

"Jump already!"

"Are you going to jump or not? I'm waiting to go home and cook for my kid!"

"Hurry up and jump, the sun is so strong, how long are you going to make us wait!"

At this time, the person on the roof shouted, "Okay, if you want me to jump, I'll jump!"

And then, he leaped.

Splatter.

He died.

See if those hecklers have nightmares when they go home to sleep.

"Where did it go?"

Zhou Ze was asking about the "real body" of that ghost.

Actually, at this point, the matter had already entered the jurisdiction of the ghost messengers.

The underworld's setting up of ghost messenger stations in the human realm was like setting up local grassroots police stations, and these kinds of ghost attacks were the responsibility of the local underworld police station, without any excuse.

"Still looking. This thing is a bit strange. Usually, when ghosts harm people, they show a lot of resentment, which you can smell from a long distance.

But this one is different. I can only vaguely sense that it seems to be nearby, but I can't pinpoint its exact location."

"Then let's take our time to look. I don't believe it can hide in the sky."

Zhou Ze now felt like he had just fought barbarian cavalry outside the borders and was now turning around to suppress a peasant uprising.

True, the old man's matter had only just passed, and now dealing with ordinary ghosts, even if they were malevolent ghosts currently harming people, was a bit lacking in challenge.

This wasn't setting a flag; on the day that the iron-headed fool Ying Gou awakened, Boss Zhou's confidence had really exploded beyond compare.

As an internal programmer player, he could even treat rich players like monkeys, let alone ordinary players.

"How do we find it?"

Lao Dao's enthusiasm for participating in the activity was very high. He was eagerly hoping that the ghost would be caught, brought to justice, and that this matter would be completely resolved.

As for the reversals in public opinion and the news, he didn't care much.

As an internet celebrity, a master of making money online, he naturally knew exactly what the internet was like.

Moreover, it was hard to say whether it was fortunate or speechless, but Sun Tie Cheng, who committed suicide by jumping off the building, had said in his phone call that he had chosen to apply to Tongcheng University to repay the kindness of the sponsorship, hoping to be closer to Lao Dao.

But in reality, he hadn't come to see Lao Dao once, and naturally didn't know where Lao Dao was located. Even Sun Tie Cheng's mother only had a phone number, and didn't know that Lao Dao worked in a bookstore.

Therefore, no matter how chaotic the internet was, the bookstore in reality remained calm.

"Give me this cloth doll. I'll try to see if I can sense anything."

Zhou Ze put the cloth doll on the ground and then slowly sat down.

His fingernails grew out, and clusters of smoke began to gather, then he stabbed his fingernails into the ground.

Soon, the smoke began to spread out.

To everyone's surprise, it actually dispersed into more than a dozen lines.

However, one of the lines was the thickest.

"Let's follow the thickest one."

Zhou Ze got up, leaning on his cane. Smoke continuously spread out from his fingertips, indicating the direction. Lawyer An and Lao Dao stood on either side of Zhou Ze, and they all walked forward together.

When they were almost at the living area, Zhou Ze suddenly remembered that he seemed to have been to this school before, and it seemed that his nominal little sister-in-law, Lin Yi, studied here.

What did I come here for last time?

Military training?

Cat demon?

Then, something even more surprising happened to Zhou Ze.

This thickest black line ultimately led Zhou Ze and the others step by step to a girls' dormitory building in the school's living area.

Moreover, this building was really the one where Lin Yi lived.

It couldn't be that coincidental, right?

"Go in?"

Lawyer An asked.

Zhou Ze nodded.

Lawyer An snapped his fingers, and a cloud of pink smoke enveloped the three of them. Then, right under the nose of the dormitory aunt, who was as fierce as a hen protecting her chicks, they swaggered into the girls' dormitory.

Zhou Ze remembered that the last time he came, Lao Zhang had presented his police officer ID, but it definitely wasn't as convenient as Lao An's method.

The three of them went upstairs together.

What made Zhou Ze feel a little relieved was that the black line wasn't pointing to the dormitory where his little sister-in-law was.

Honestly, Zhou Ze really didn't want anything to happen to Lin Yi again.

As a victim of ghost possession and subsequent mental disorder, the peaceful life she had now was what she needed most. She shouldn't be disturbed by these messy things anymore.

"There's no one in the dormitory."

Lawyer An said after checking.

Then, without waiting for Zhou Ze's instructions, he directly used his bone hand to unlock the dormitory door, pushed it open, and walked in.

"Ugh!"

"Cough, cough…"

"Holy crap!"

Three grown men, after entering this girls' dormitory, didn't have any pink fantasies, and there wasn't a trace of excitement or ambiguity.

Instead, they were almost directly fainted by the terrifying stench.

"Clatter!"

Lawyer An turned on the light.

Then, the three of them stared in astonishment.

On the dormitory bed, there was scattered underwear.

On the floor, under the bed, there were takeout boxes everywhere that had gone sour and stinky.

Lawyer An raised his foot.

Under his foot was actually a bloody sanitary napkin.

"This is a girls' dormitory?"

Lawyer An found it hard to believe, feeling like his worldview was collapsing.

Zhou Ze coughed continuously. He really didn't want to stay in this place for even a moment, but he still restrained his impatience, walked to the wardrobe, and directly yanked open the wardrobe door!

A pitch-black man was shrinking upside down in the extremely narrow wardrobe in a very strange and exaggerated posture.

His chest and hands were piled with women's underwear.

When Zhou Ze opened the wardrobe door, the man looked surprised.

He pointed to his face in disbelief and said:

"You...can see me?"