Midnight Bookstore Chapter 72 – The Second Victim

“All right, the statement's done. You can go now.”

A young policeman closed the notebook and smiled at Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze nodded and stood up, preparing to leave.

At that moment, the middle-aged policeman who was sitting beside the young policeman suddenly asked,

“Mr. Xu, where is your bookstore? Is business good?”

“Nothing much,” Zhou Ze answered honestly.

Many people had asked him this question. They were asking about the business of the living. Naturally, Zhou Ze answered them with the business of the living.

“Then why did you choose to continue running this store?” the middle-aged policeman asked.

“I'm a live-in son-in-law. My father-in-law is very rich. He doesn't lack money. He's just killing time.”

The middle-aged officer was stunned for a moment before he nodded. He raised his hand and said, “You can leave now. If there's anything else you need to ask, we will inform you.”

“Gladly.”

Zhou Ze left the interrogation room.

The young officer turned the pen in his hand and said, “Captain Sun, this guy is quite interesting.”

That's right, it would take a lot of courage to say that he was marrying into a rich family and living off a rich family.

“Let's take a look at the interrogation elsewhere.” The middle-aged police officer stood up and looked at Zhou Ze's back view. He had a feeling that the young man sitting in front of him previously gave him a p.r.i.c.kling feeling.

During the interrogation, the police were supposed to be Cobras, while the interrogator in front of them was the prey. The viper wanted to break through the other party's defense as soon as possible in order to get the truth.

However, just now, he had a feeling that his cobra was like an ornamental item in an Indian showman's bamboo basket that would dance with the flute.

She did not seem to care about this at all.

“You're out?” Xu Qinglang had just finished his statement and walked out. “How unlucky to have to go to the police station at night to take a statement.”

“Also, that young policeman is so annoying. He asked me three times when he asked me about my gender. Is there something wrong with his brain? Can't he tell my gender?”

Zhou Ze glanced at Xu Qinglang.

'Don't you have any idea what you look like yourself?'

Zhou Ze and Xu Qinglang were both shop owners. In addition, they had witnessed the fall of the building with their own eyes, so they needed to make a statement. However, there was basically nothing else. The other members of the horror story enthusiast a.s.sociation were all regarded as important suspects by the police. This was also the meaning of the question.

“By the way, who do you think the murderer is?” Xu Qinglang asked while smoking.

The sun was about to rise, and it was already morning.

“This is not our concern. The police will investigate and solve the case,” Zhou Ze said calmly.

“Hey, can you not be so negative?

Did you not see Sherlock Holmes or Detective Conan when you were young?

In everyone's heart, there were more or less some detective dreams and detective plots.

The kind that peeled away layers of fog to find the truth, and in the end, like Magician Liu Qian, exaggeratedly spread open his hands and deliberately shouted, “Next is to witness a miracle.”

It could definitely hit many people's GP points.

“I'm not interested in people.”

“Still up to something,” Xu Qinglang said sarcastically.

“Yes, she's up to something.” Zhou Ze took out his phone and started to hail a taxi. At the same time, he said, “Do you remember what color the female victim was wearing when she jumped off the building?”

White.

“What happens after you fall?”

“It's red.” Xu Qinglang shrugged. “It looks like it's stained with blood. Sigh, how pitiful.”

“When she landed, she was wearing a red dress,” Zhou Ze reminded him. “Don't numb yourself with blood.”

Xu Qinglang nodded silently, then touched the tip of his nose and said, “You mean, what's the secret behind this? Is it not just an accident or murder?”

“I don't know, but I really hope that's the reason. The ghosts that I've encountered in the past can make people catch a cold. They're already very powerful. If I can really meet one that can cause accidents and kill people, it'll be a great harvest.”

This kind of ghost, one was equivalent to dozens, right?

If he sent it to h.e.l.l, he would be able to fight ten or even more, right?

“You're overthinking it, aren't you? By the way, I almost forgot. I didn't tell the police that it was white at first.” Xu Qinglang clapped her hands. “Perhaps the key to solving the case lies in the change in color of the clothes. The murderer must have designed something extremely ingenious…”

“Were you possessed by Agatha Christie or Conan Doyle?” Zhou Ze asked.

“No.” Xu Qinglang looked at Zhou Ze begrudgingly. “Old Zhou, I realize that you're becoming more and more boring. In the past, you would at least cooperate with me.”

“Not in the mood.”

“So are we going back now?”

“Yes.”

“Go back and catch ghosts?”

“Playing Pen Spirit.”

“Why are you so childish?”

sp; “Ever heard of… fis.h.i.+ng law enforcement?”

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The bookstore was not locked down, but there were many barricades outside the bookstore. Many police officers were searching for clues.

This way, the bookstore, which did not have any living customers, became even quieter.

Zhou Ze asked Bai Yingying to buy a set of Pen Spirit equipment. He searched for the seller on Taobao and asked Bai Yingying to take a taxi there.

Paper was spread out.

A bunch of unknown items were placed aside.

Xu Qinglang squatted at the side and looked at Zhou Ze as he worked. He said helplessly, “Actually, I have a few ways to summon souls here. I think it's better than this game.”

Zhou Ze shook his head and said, “No.”

} “What's different?”}

“Last night, I didn't sense anything coming.” Zhou Ze looked at Xu Qinglang. “You sensed it?”

“Did something come over last night?”

Xu Qinglang recalled the scene of those people sliding their long brushes towards Zhou Ze while playing the Pen Spirit.

“That's just a coincidence, right? Didn't that Chinese guy say that their activity last night was to pave the way for their confession? So, someone must have deliberately pointed behind you, that building, not you.”

“Good a.n.a.lysis.” Zhou Ze reached out and lifted the paper on the floor. Then, he touched the tile with his nails and said, “This was done on purpose?”

Xu Qinglang immediately widened his eyes.

On the tile floor, there was a dent less than half a meter long. If one was standing, they might not even notice it.

Zhou Ze took out a pen and placed the tip of the pen on the groove. He slid the pen in this direction, and he and Xu Qinglang slowly turned around.

Then…

The position her fingertips pointed at.

It was Bai Yingying, who was sitting behind the counter playing Death's Glory. Zhou Ze had been sitting there last night.

Zhou Ze threw the pen aside and looked at Xu Qinglang.

A small groove was made on the tile. This level of difficulty was extraordinary.

Xu Qinglang said in disbelief, “No way, did something really get summoned last night? Why didn't you and I see it?”

“Last time Chief Zhao came, did we see that he was dead?

“Last time, when the faceless woman came here in disguise, did we find out her real ident.i.ty?”

“This…” Xu Qinglang said.

Zhou Ze quietly unfolded the paper again and picked up the pen. “Say, with my status, do you think I can't invite the Pen Spirit?”

Strictly speaking, Zhou Ze was a ghost soldier. He was different from the people from the Love Story Society last night.

“I don't know, but what I want to know is, when you were sitting there watching the show last night, did you sense that something was wrong?” Xu Qinglang pointed at Zhou Ze and asked.

Zhou Ze nodded.

“Although I did not feel any special fluctuation, nor did I see anything that I should not have seen, when they pushed the pen in my direction, I felt my heart throb as if something was staring at me.”

“Then why didn't you tell them beforehand!”

Xu Qinglang grabbed Zhou Ze's collar.

“You feel that something is wrong. It makes your heart flutter!

“Why didn't you stop them and remind them when they said they were going to play that stupid adventure game or confession game in the back building?”

Zhou Ze reached out his hand but did not push Xu Qinglang's hand away. Instead, he wiped the saliva on his face from Xu Qinglang's angry roar. Then, he looked at Xu Qinglang.

“What does it have to do with me?”

Yes.

' What does that have to do with me? '

Xu Qinglang let go of Zhou Ze and took two steps back. He suddenly felt that this person in front of him was a little unfamiliar.

“They spend in my shop. According to the Trade and Commerce regulations, I naturally have an obligation to ensure their safety when they read in my shop or hold a tea party.

“But since they have already left my shop, what does what happens next have to do with me?”

“You weren't like this before,” Xu Qinglang murmured.

“What we need to do now is not to reminisce about the past, nor to lament about what happened to us. We need to find the hidden thing and send it to h.e.l.l.”

“You're pa.s.sionate about this?”

“This is an achievement. Didn't you always mock me for not having a goal in life?”

“You…” Xu Qinglang licked her lips.” Okay, take your time. I won't serve you anymore. ”

Xu Qinglang waved his hand and stormed out of the bookstore.

At this moment, Bai Yingying walked out with a cup of tea and said in surprise,

“Boss, did you have a fight with Beauty Xu?”

Zhou Ze did not reply. Instead, he squatted down and continued to look at the groove and the Pen Spirit blueprint.

“Boss, I'll go play games first.” Bai Yingying placed the tea beside Zhou Ze, stuck out her tongue, and ran next door.

She did not notice that Zhou Ze, who was squatting on the floor and looking at the Pen Spirit blueprint, was sweating profusely. At the same time, he was gripping his left chest tightly.

d.a.m.n it.

I must find that guy as soon as possible.

Otherwise, people would die.

d.a.m.n it.

Why does it hurt so much!

When Bai Yingying walked into the noodle shop, Xu Qinglang was sitting there smoking a cigarette. When he saw her coming in, Xu Qinglang said,

“Did something happen to your boss these past two days?”

“I think he has become normal.” Bai Yingying sat down and turned on her computer.

“Changed?” Xu Qinglang chuckled. “Didn't you see someone fall to his death in front of us yesterday? He was actually standing there wiping his face with a tissue!”

“That person fell to his death, right? Can he be saved without wiping his face?”

Bai Yingying entered the game disdainfully. “He was an experienced doctor in his previous life. We can tell at a glance whether he can be saved or not. Instead of running over and shouting for nothing, why not clean his face first?”

“Hey, are you on his side? Are you even human?”

“Neither of us are human.”

“Smack!”

Right at this moment…

The computer screen suddenly flashed, then went black.

Another blackout.

Clap clap clap clap clap clap!

Bai Yingying pounded her keyboard. “I hit the ground 98K!”

Xu Qinglang, who was sitting there smoking, immediately ran out of the store.

He raised his head.

Gazing at the sky,

At this moment…

By the window on the fifth floor.

A man in white was standing there.

Many police officers were making phone calls and shouting into their walkie-talkies to stop them. At the same time, a middle-aged sergeant was shouting,

“How did you get people to go to the crime scene? What are you guys doing?”

Pa!

A dull and familiar sound of falling to the ground.

Xu Qinglang stood still.

He stared blankly at the person falling from the sky.

Everything.

It was just like last night.

He subconsciously closed his eyes.

At this moment…

Human lives were like dumplings.

One after another.

It was worthless.