Chapter 1 The Heartache of Letting Go

"How could I bear to blame you for making a mistake, it was me who gave you too much freedom, leaving you even more lonely..."

Zhang Xinzhe's beautiful voice echoed in the bookstore, accompanied by the aroma of coffee and the bright morning sun, perfectly embellishing the taste of life.

Outside, the bustling crowd injected vitality into South Street day after day.

Not having rested well last night, Zhou Ze felt restless even when lying in his favorite spot.

It was still the familiar Kopi Luwak coffee and the neatly ironed newspaper, but they couldn't hide his current mood.

In his previous life, Zhou Ze had heard a story about how death row inmates felt in the final stage of their lives.

Now, Boss Zhou was experiencing that feeling.

The Xuanyuan Sword above represented a kind of despair. Even Xie Zhi, who was considered to have the best life since ancient times, had to choose "suicide" when faced with the pressure of the Xuanyuan Sword.

It was like the despair of those guilty death row inmates facing the judgment of the people.

He rubbed his temples,

Took a sip of coffee,

Just then, the old Taoist came back carrying his broom.

Since curing the "illness" of that son of his last time, the old Taoist's popularity and status had been elevated again in their sanitation worker circle.

To say nothing else, if he wanted to, organizing a strike of sanitation workers to seek better benefits and treatment was just a matter of words.

Tongcheng,

Sanitation,

I am King!

"Old Taoist, sit down."

"Okay, Boss."

The old Taoist sat down across from Zhou Ze.

The little monkey scurried out, holding a wet towel in his hand.

The old Taoist took the towel and started wiping his sweat.

"I want to ask you something."

"Okay, ask away, Boss."

"It's..."

He opened his mouth, but didn't know how to ask.

Because Zhou Ze knew that the current old Taoist couldn't answer this question. But how to switch the old Taoist to the one who could answer the question, there didn't seem to be any effective way?

Could it be,

Should I just kick the old Taoist to the ground now, try to kill him, and see if I can stimulate his inner universe?

But what if it didn't activate, and I directly killed the old Taoist, what should I do?

He tapped his forehead with his finger,

Boss Zhou felt his head starting to hurt again.

"Boss, are you feeling unwell?"

The old Taoist asked with concern.

"Well, Old Taoist, do you usually dream?"

"Yes, I often do."

"For example?"

"For example, beautiful women, hehehe."

"Haven't you had a dream like that, where there's a sword sheath or a sword coming to you?"

"Huh? No, Boss, I don't collect antiques and I don't like swordsmanship,

How could I have that kind of dream;

As the saying goes, you dream of what you think about during the day."

Zhou Ze nodded and waved his hand, "Alright, go get busy."

"Okay, Boss."

He picked up the coffee on the tea table and drank it all in one gulp.

Yingying thoughtfully walked over and refilled his coffee.

Afterward, Yingying went behind Zhou Ze's sofa and reached out to give Zhou Ze a head massage.

She wouldn't ask you what was bothering you, nor would she try to get to the bottom of things to share so-called secrets, she was just standing by your side when you needed her.

Zhou Ze closed his eyes, enjoying the massage.

"Hmm, Yingying, have you started using perfume recently?"

"Auntie Xu gave it to me, it's perfume she extracted herself."

"Oh."

"Boss, does it smell good?"

"Not bad."

"Squeak..."

The violent friction of the engine gears and the passionate and intimate contact between the car tires and the ground brought a tearing sound;

Immediately afterward,

Attorney An and the little boy got out of the car.

Attorney An was holding a blood gourd, and the little boy was also holding a blood gourd, and the two rushed into the bookstore like the wind.

Zhou Ze sat up subconsciously,

Attorney An and his party, who had gone to Xuzhou to carry out the "Saving Private Geng Chen" operation, were back,

However, it was clear that they had paid a great price.

Zhou Ze remembered that before leaving, Attorney An had assured him that if there was any danger, he would just leave them to die. In this situation, to still end up with losses meant that something unexpected must have happened over there.

Zhou Ze got up and walked over to take a look.

The little loli had several obvious blood holes on her body. Although they had been bandaged, black blood was still constantly oozing out. The blood had a particularly unpleasant smell, like the original flavor of being soaked in a garbage dump for three days and three nights.

Geng Chen was still in the body of an infant, and in the position of his belly button, there was a terrifying wound, which was the same, with black blood constantly oozing out.

"This is, contaminated?"

Zhou Ze frowned and asked.

"Boss, I can't stop the bleeding." Attorney An scratched his head, looking a little anxious.

The little boy looked at Zhou Ze helplessly.

Along the way, they had tried various methods to stop the bleeding, but they just couldn't succeed. Even if you forcibly blocked one wound, another wound would open on the injured person's body by itself.

"Send them to the pharmacy next door, let them do a debridement first, I'll handle it."

The injury was tricky, but it hadn't reached the point of immediate death. Of course, if it continued to go untreated, this body would definitely be ruined.

At the same time, there was also a very strange thing, which was that whether it was the little loli or Geng Chen, their souls seemed to be locked in this body.

Yingying and the old Taoist were responsible for sending them to the pharmacy next door,

Attorney An walked up to Zhou Ze and wanted to say something, but Zhou Ze covered his nose and waved his hand, somewhat disgusted,

"Whatever the big deal is, take a shower first."

"..." Attorney An.

On the premise of not affecting the overall situation, it was still better to be as particular as possible. Being particular can make your life more quality;

Because, not being particular will slowly turn into settling.

Zhou Ze went to the pharmacy next door. There were three male doctors in the pharmacy, two who could handle some simple surgeries, and the other who was just prescribing medicine.

They were like three puppets who had been "polished" by life. At least in this pharmacy, they were used to even the most incredible patients.

After the debridement was done, they silently withdrew from the operating room, not asking questions or spreading rumors.

Of course, their lives were still the same, that is, when they were in the pharmacy, they would become "unconcerned" because of the influence of the bookstore next door.

Zhou Ze didn't change into a white coat. The real problem with this kind of surgery was no longer in treating the wound, because whether it was the little loli or Geng Chen, the two of them were mentally tough enough to learn Guan Yu's scraping bone to treat poison.

The most important thing was to remove the source of infection from the wound.

Attorney An and the little boy pushed the door open and walked in at this time,

They had taken a shower and changed into white coats.

The little boy's white coat was too big, dragging on the ground like a ball gown.

"Boss, can you solve it?"

Attorney An asked.

The little boy was also staring at Zhou Ze very seriously.

"Not a big problem, tell me, what's going on."

Zhou Ze first pierced his fingernails into the little loli's abdomen, and baleful aura began to slowly circulate and overflow, while wrapping a certain characteristic force nearby.

The whole process was nothing more than first seducing, and then instigating them to cheat on their husbands;

Generally speaking, baleful aura, a power full of evil attributes, had a strong attraction to these things.

It didn't take much effort for the source of pollution in the little loli's body to take the bait.

Zhou Ze suddenly pulled out his fingernails,

A stream of black filthy blood spurted out, splashing on the ceiling. The ceiling, which had just been renovated a few days ago, began to crack rapidly and turn yellow.

Zhou Ze pursed his lips, looked up for a while, then lowered his head and began to help the little loli stitch up the wound and bandage it.

"I heard that using beauty needles can make the scars smaller?"

The little boy leaned over and said.

Zhou Ze was stunned for a moment,

Looking at the little boy,

And then looked at the little loli,

Immediately,

Revealed an expression of looking at a beast,

Asked:

"Does Wang Ke know?"

………………

In the room of the internet cafe across from the bookstore,

Qing had just finished showering and came out.

She was wearing a red dress, a young girl, quite cute and quite temperamental.

It had to be said that Liu Chuyu's level of buying clothes was really good, after all, he was also a person who knew how to dress himself and knew how to live.

Compared to Qing,

Her two little partners were a little miserable,

Liang and You were both sitting on the edge of the bed wearing briefs,

With cold, cold, cold expressions.

The clothes were dirty and torn, but there were no new clothes.

"I've already asked him to buy clothes for you, it was my negligence."

Qing walked to the table, poured a glass of water, and drank it herself.

"This time, the deficit is a bit big." Liang said.

"And, why didn't he kill her!" You was a little unconvinced.

Because they knew that as long as that woman died, then the ghost messenger of that bookstore could inherit the power of Xie Zhi.

At that time, whether it was for use or for eating, it would be a huge wealth!

Qing shook her head and said:

"We are his subordinates now, the dogs under his command. After helping the master hunt, how to deal with the prey is the master's business, not ours."

"So frustrating." Liang reached out and slapped the bed board.

"How did we fall to this point." You let out a sigh.

Qing put down the water glass,

Looked at her two little partners,

And said very seriously:

"We can never go back to that era again, that era of being law enforcers with supreme glory, that identity that made us proud, has long become a thing of the past."

After a pause,

Qing continued:

"But the opening of the new era is still in our hands. We got on this bus a little late, so we have to hurry up and perform well.

Don't complain, don't resent;

Next time, even if one or two of us need to sacrifice, don't hesitate.

The remaining one, sooner or later, will rebuild the law enforcement team in hell. At that time, the names of the dead comrades will be engraved together on the highest law enforcement team stele."

Finally,

Qing said with emotion:

"We are no longer us, we are still us."