"Boss, do you really have to wear this?"

"Just put it on me."

"Okay."

Yingying picked up the black hoodie from the side and helped her boss put it on. The hoodie was a large size, a full 5XL.

Generally speaking, this size is specially prepared for fat guys.

Xu Le's body wasn't very tall, only about 1.83 meters.

After putting on this dress, Zhou Ze was almost "hidden" inside the clothes. Fortunately, because it was a long style, many "trendy men" liked this way of dressing, so it didn't seem too out of place.

"Boss, should I put this on too?"

"Put it on."

"But it'll hurt. I don't know how."

"Just lean on it."

"Really?"

"Hurry up."

"Okay."

"Hiss..."

It hurt, it really hurt. Yingying had no experience, and this prosthetic limb seemed to only focus on decoration and beautification, and the other functions seemed very low.

But it was still forced on. As for the pain, Zhou Ze's resistance was strong anyway. He had broken his arms and bones many times these days.

It would be too cheap to say that he was used to it.

But at least he was a little numb.

"Whew..."

Everything was ready,

Zhou Ze was ready to go downstairs.

Perhaps because Tie Hanhan (Iron Dumbbell) had awakened, the speed of recovery from this physical injury was indeed much faster than before. When he first woke up, it hurt to move, but in less than two days, he could barely get out of bed now.

Once he could get out of bed, Zhou Ze couldn't help but want to go downstairs to lie down on his favorite sofa. Who knew how long these leisurely days would last?

Alas, seize the time to live in the present.

Refusing Yingying's support, Zhou Ze slowly went downstairs by himself, and happened to see the old Daoist sitting behind the bar, looking a little absent-minded.

Zhou Ze first slowly moved to the sofa, sat down slowly, chose a posture that would not cause pain to his injuries, and groped for a long time before finally lying down.

For a time,

he only felt comfortable in body and mind,

as if the pores all over his body had been stretched,

and it was like completing a sacred ritual, and his whole body was bathed in glory.

Yingying went to iron the newspaper and prepare tea,

Zhou Ze specifically said no coffee.

The old Daoist was still sitting there. He didn't seem to see Zhou Ze coming down, and was staring at the door of the store in a daze.

"Old Daoist?"

Zhou Ze called out.

He always felt that the old Daoist was a little abnormal.

Could it be that there was something wrong with his spirit because of the old man's affairs?

The old Daoist didn't respond.

"Old Daoist?"

Zhou Ze called out again.

The old Daoist turned his head woodenly, looked at Zhou Ze, and his eyes slowly focused.

He said,

"Boss, you can come down."

His voice was a little hoarse, his nose was red, and he wanted to pretend to be happy and surprised, but it was too reluctant.

"What's wrong with you? Did something happen to Monkey?"

Zhou Ze subconsciously thought of Monkey.

Damn it,

Monkey didn't die, did he?

"Monkey is fine, nothing serious, his fever is going down, I...I..."

The old Daoist stopped talking.

At this moment, a police car stopped at the entrance of the bookstore. Lao Zhang came down with two policemen. The two policemen stood outside and did not come in. Lao Zhang walked in alone.

Lao Zhang nodded to Zhou Ze first. Seeing that Zhou Ze was already able to lie on the sofa, he seemed very happy, but quickly turned to the direction where the old Daoist was, and walked over quickly.

He asked:

"Old Daoist, do you know a person named Sun Tiecheng?"

"Sun Tiecheng?" A look of confusion appeared in the old Daoist's eyes.

Vaguely, he seemed to have guessed Lao Zhang's intention, but he really couldn't be sure whether the student who called him last night was named Sun Tiecheng.

Because,

because he sponsored too many children,

how could he remember them all?

"This student committed suicide by jumping off a building last night. We checked his call records and found that the last call on his mobile phone before his death was to you."

The old Daoist's body trembled.

It was him,

it really was him.

"What do you like to eat?"

"I'll prepare it for you."

"No, it's that Grandpa's phone is running out of battery."

"So, you should order quickly, and then jump quickly, hurry up!"

His own words kept echoing in his mind,

He, he, he,

He really didn't expect

that kid would really jump!

Before, the old Daoist still had a little fantasy in his heart, but now that Lao Zhang came, it was equivalent to a stone hammer.

"It was me who received the call." The old Daoist replied.

This matter couldn't be denied, and since it had happened, with the old Daoist's character, he wouldn't deny it in such a matter.

"What is your relationship?"

Lao Zhang asked, and then, as if worried that his tone was too heavy,

he said:

"Don't worry, this matter has nothing to do with you. I'm just here to ask about the situation."

After all, everyone was one of his own, and Lao Zhang also knew the old Daoist's character. In fact, he knew the character of everyone in the bookstore. If he said that the people in the bookstore would harm ordinary people for no reason, Lao Zhang would be the first not to believe it.

The people in the bookstore were most likely to be struck by lightning.

Under this premise, who would dare to jump around?

Ordinary people who commit a crime may still have a fluke mentality of being able to escape legal sanctions, but if God wants to strike lightning, who can escape?

"He is a student I sponsored."

Lao Zhang opened his mouth, nodded, and continued to ask:

"So, did he want to say goodbye to you before he died?"

Looking at this matter according to normal people's thinking,

it is natural to associate it with this reason.

That student may have encountered some setbacks or simply had some psychological problems and was preparing to commit suicide. Before his death, he called the person who sponsored him and was also the person he admired, grateful to, and respected the most, to say goodbye.

The old Daoist shook his head,

almost crying, he said:

"He asked me for money to buy a mobile phone, and I refused."

"..." Lao Zhang.

The old Daoist took a deep breath,

and continued:

"And...and...and I also urged him to jump quickly, so I can cook for him to have a good journey."

Lao Zhang frowned, his expression a little solemn.

"Lao Zhang."

At this time,

Zhou Ze, who was sitting on the sofa, called out. He had heard everything Lao Zhang and the old Daoist had said just now.

"Boss?"

Lao Zhang looked at Zhou Ze.

"That student, did he really jump off the building?"

"Yes, he jumped off the building. About ten minutes after he hung up the phone with the old Daoist, because when he jumped down and fell to his death, there happened to be students rehearsing for the party passing by the teaching building and they witnessed the whole process of jumping off the building."

"The old Daoist didn't give him money to buy a mobile phone, so that guy jumped off the building?"

Zhou Ze himself felt a little unbelievable.

In the world,

how could there be such a wonderful person?

"This matter has not been investigated clearly yet. We are investigating whether there is a possibility of homicide, and we are also investigating the deceased's relationship network and some other situations."

"Old Daoist, why are you feeling so bad? The person committed suicide, it wasn't you who killed him. Don't take everything on yourself. You're already in your seventies, how much can you carry?

You're not the Mount Tai God, he can carry a Mount Tai, how much weight can your body carry?"

Zhou Ze knew about the old Daoist's sponsorship of students. He remembered that they had a fight about it. He remembered that the old Daoist was injured that time, and there was a problem with the live broadcast, and the money could not be turned around for a while. As a result, several parents of students called directly to scold people for the money.

But after that time, the old Daoist still went to remit the money in a wheelchair.

He was so stubborn about it, and Zhou Ze couldn't do anything no matter how angry he was.

After all, it was his own money, and he could spend it however he wanted. What qualifications did others have to point fingers?

"I know, I know."

The old Daoist nodded.

But being able to figure out some things is one thing, and being able to think about it like nothing happened is really too difficult.

"Okay, I've finished my questions. Does the bookstore have surveillance cameras?"

Lao Zhang remembered that the old Daoist had installed surveillance cameras in the bookstore during the last renovation.

"Yes, yes." The old Daoist replied.

This was to find the old Daoist's alibi.

"Well, your situation is a bit special, we will keep it secret for you. I will try not to let this matter affect your life."

If it was really because the sponsor refused to buy you a mobile phone that you jumped off the building,

this news

will definitely cause a huge uproar in society.

No matter which side the public opinion is biased towards,

it will have a great impact on the lives of the parties involved.

Even if it wasn't from the perspective of the ghost messengers in the bookstore, Lao Zhang, as a policeman, didn't want people like the old Daoist to suffer any more harm in their hearts.

The little loli came down from upstairs at this time.

She was still holding a bunch of clothes in her hand, probably the little boy's dirty clothes.

Seeing that Lao Zhang was also here and seemed to be talking, she didn't show any special interest and went directly to the bathroom to find the washing machine.

Yingying brought the freshly ironed newspapers to Zhou Ze. There were several newspapers, one was a local newspaper, and the rest were national newspapers.

As a result,

the front page of the local newspaper on top

was actually "A student suicide case occurred at Tongcheng University yesterday!"

Rare,

that the speed of response of paper media can be so fast.

Zhou Ze flipped the newspaper over with some disgust, picked up the tea that Yingying had just brought up, and then frowned, thinking that he would have to ask Yingying to wipe his mouth and chin like a baby after drinking the water, so he didn't want to drink it.

At this time,

the old Daoist's phone rang,

another unknown number.

The old Daoist answered the phone,

without turning on the speakerphone,

but the voice of the woman on the other end of the phone had already completely "exploded" even without turning on the speakerphone:

"You damned thing, you damned bastard!

Why didn't you give my family Chengzi money, why didn't you give it!

You sponsored him to go to college,

but suddenly you didn't give him money,

what's the reason for that!!!!!!

Now that Chengzi is dead, you killed him, you killed him!

You bastard, you inhumane thing, how old was our family Chengzi, how old was he, now the person is gone, the person is gone!

You wait,

I'm going to sue you,

I'm going to sue you in court,

I don't believe that there is no law in this world, there is no justice!!!!!!"

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I woke up from a nap in the afternoon and found that we are number one on the monthly ticket list.

The current second place is coming fiercely, the gap is very small,

Long is responsible for the explosion,

the matter of voting is left to everyone,

if the second place really explodes again,

to be honest,

it's too embarrassing!