Zhang Yanfeng pushed open the door of the bookstore and walked in, the door was not closed, after all, it was the time for business.

Little Lori sat behind the bar, holding a spoon in her hand and pressing her tongue over and over again, picking her tongue as if she was thinking about something.

She had told Zhou Ze before that ghosts couldn't cultivate, but that didn't mean that her abilities couldn't be developed and tapped at a deeper level.

She has first-hand experience of this.

More than half a year ago in Rongcheng, the one who was chased by their ghosts and fled in a hurry, but in less than a month, he came back with the white cat to kill him, and she still remembers that scene.

So,Little Lori, who has been fighting with her tongue, didn't notice that Lao Zhang had come back.,Her subconscious was noticing.,But it's just that the employees in the bookstore are back.,And it's not a stranger.,So I didn't care.。

Lao Dao sat on the sofa, holding a needle and thread to help the little monkey sew and mend clothes.

The little monkey is naughty and likes to jump up and down, so the clothes are often torn or damaged, and if they can be mended, they will be tied together and sewn together.

Lao Dao used to know a big girl, who worked in a hair salon shop in Tongcheng Gangzha District, and Lao Dao often went to patronize, she was more skillful and helped Lao Dao mend his robe twice.

Her son is a little demented, and her husband is too lazy to plant in his hometown, so she has no choice but to come out to do this business in order to maintain the family's livelihood and expenses.

Later, when her husband took her son down to the river to bathe, he caught the tide and both drowned together.

When Lao Dao went to look for the eldest sister again, his colleague said that the eldest sister cried all night after learning the news, and the next day she settled the account and packed up her things and went back to her parents' house.

While thinking about the one and mending the small piece of clothing in his hand,

maybe

This is youth, right?

maybe

That's life.

lived to be seventy-one years old, although there is no son and a half, but the emotional life of the old Tao is not boring, and the glamorous others look down on him, and the so-called club is tender or something, and the old Tao has never been in contact with it.

On the contrary, he likes the older girls who work as salarymen;

Everyone has a common language, and they are all wanderers, but they can comfort each other.

Zhang Yanfeng walked in front of Lao Dao, he wanted to ask Lao Dao what he should eat, because he couldn't eat ordinary people's food.

He also wanted to ask Lao Dao where he should sleep, because he seemed to realize that he couldn't sleep at all.

He declined the invitation, signaled that he needed time alone, and came out the back door of the police station, saying that he just wanted to breathe.

The leaders of those police stations also understood this, and made a false identity and mixed into the criminal group, which is equivalent to experiencing a completely different life on the other side.

Now that the undercover mission has successfully ended, when I get out again, it will be another trance.

Just like in the early Qing Dynasty, when you kept your hair without a head, a group of people resisted desperately for their own buns; During the Republic of China, the military and police went to the street to forcibly cut their braids, and there was still a group of people crying for a reason.

If you stay in a specific environment for a long time, people will also have inertia.

Of course, the leaders of the police station thought so, but in fact, Zhang Yanfeng just wanted to go back to the bookstore to ask about the specific situation, and also wanted to share his current joy with Zhou Ze.

I'm still a police officer, and that's good news, and it couldn't be better.

"Old Dao, what about Zhou Ze?" Zhang Yanfeng asked.

He wanted to ask the boss?

But thinking about it, the word "boss" still can't be spoken, after all, it's still a little unaccustomed, although other people in the bookstore call Zhou Ze "boss", but Zhang Yanfeng is thin-skinned.

"Oh, he went to the police station with Lao An." The old Taoist replied without raising his head.

"What are you going to do at the police station?" Zhang Yanfeng asked.

"I've got you."

"Help me?"

"yes, weren't you caught, they were going to rob ............ prison?"

Speaking of which,

Lao Dao raised his head suddenly,

looked at Zhang Yanfeng in front of him, and then screamed:

"Ahhh!!!!hh

How did you get back!! ”

"I ............"

"Call the boss, quick, quick!" Lao Dao immediately shouted at the little Lori on the other side of the bar.

As everyone knows, being screamed by the old way,

The little Lori, who was still concentrating on picking her tongue with a spoon, trembled violently, and the spoon went straight into it, and there was a deep throat.

Little Lori slapped the bar cabinet with one hand and pulled the spoon out with the other hand.

The whole little face was red.

"Poof!"

Finally

The spoon was finally pulled out by itself.

Little Lori looked at the old Tao over there with a gloomy face, and said in a deep voice:

"Do you want to rush to reincarnation!"

"............" old way.

Although he was angry with Xiao Lori, Lao Dao could only smile awkwardly, and immediately took out his mobile phone and called the boss, the phone was connected, and he hung up after the matter was finished.

The old Taoist breathed a sigh of relief,

It seems that the boss hasn't started the prison robbery yet.

yes

Boss Zhou and lawyer An were delayed for a period of time because of something, the reason seems to be that a special activity started in the evening, and at the end of the night, the nearby city bureau also dispatched a lot of police forces to come, resulting in the traffic coming and going in the Tongcheng police station at this point in the middle of the night, and the number of police doubled.

Zhou Ze and lawyer An can only wait patiently,

A trick similar to the black fog is not only for the Lawyers Association, but also for Zhou Ze, however, this is still insured when there are fewer people, in case you encounter a few old criminal policemen with a heavy body, you may also be seen through.

After all, Boss Zhou and Lawyer An wanted to rob prisons in a civilized manner, and it was best to be quiet if they could do it quietly, but they didn't want to be tough with the violent organs of this country.

Waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting,

Hearing that Zhang Yanfeng had returned to the book house safely,

Zhou Ze and An couldn't afford to look at each other,

I could see that the other party breathed a sigh of relief.

When he returned to the bookstore, it was already three or four o'clock in the morning, and Zhang Yanfeng was sitting on the sofa with his eyes closed, but obviously he couldn't sleep.

Zhou Ze walked in, instructed Yingying to pour himself a cup of coffee, and then sat down in front of Lao Zhang.

Lao Zhang opened his eyes, looked at Zhou Ze, and then laughed.

"I'm an undercover agent, but I'm actually a police officer."

"You're still a cop?"

"Yes, but it's not in Tongcheng, but in Yancheng next door, and it's been undercover for three years."

"Congratulations." Zhou Ze immediately looked at Lawyer An beside him, "So, the body you collected was the body of an undercover policeman, they were not internal strife, but that undercover agent was discovered and killed." ”

Lawyer An shrugged his shoulders, "How do I know this, but it's interesting to think about it, a policeman died, and borrowing the corpse to resurrect the soul of another policeman can be regarded as a kind of fate." ”

Saying,

Lawyer An patted Lao Zhang's shoulder,

"You are a police officer in both lives, so you can continue to be your policeman."

"I'll try to apply for a transfer to Tongcheng, but it will take a while." Lao Zhang said, "And I will have a long vacation, so I can stay in the library during this time." ”

"Well, adapt to life first, let Lao An teach you meditation tonight, we people who are possessed by dead souls can't sleep, and it is difficult to accept food in the ordinary sense, if you don't want to take glucose infusion every day, you can ask Lao Xu to make you some sour plum juice tomorrow, drink a big sip of sour plum juice before eating, and then you can suppress your nausea and eat."

Lao Zhang nodded, so it was.

"Okay, today's business is over, you can close the door and rest."

Boss Zhou yawned and prepared to take a shower and sleep.

Who would have thought that at this time, there was actually a guest outside, and it was still an acquaintance, Zhang Feng.

When Lao Zhang saw his son coming over, he thought of the old man from last night, and immediately stood up in fright.

"My son...... My son ............"

Zhou Ze glanced at him and comforted: "It's not dead, it's a living person." ”

Lao Zhang breathed a sigh of relief and put his mind at ease.

He was really worried that something had happened to his son just now and rushed over to reincarnate.

"Boss Zhou, are you there?" Zhang Feng pushed open the door and walked in and asked.

Really came to the door?

Zhou Ze remembered that Zhang Feng said that his father had told him on the phone that there was a notebook in the safe at home.

"Old way, greet guests."

Zhou Ze didn't bother to deal with this guy, so he went upstairs in advance before the other party recognized that he was the doctor.

Lao Dao came over immediately, served tea, and explained the minimum consumption on his side, for this, Zhang Feng was not stingy, but gave the money first.

"The boss is not here, you can talk to him if you have anything."

Lao Dao stretched out his hand and pointed to Zhang Yanfeng who was sitting next to him.

Zhang Yanfeng also got up at this time and sat in front of his son.

The two of them sat awkwardly like this.

Xiao Zhang doesn't speak,

Lao Zhang didn't speak.

Xiao Zhang was worried about the description of this bookstore recorded in the notebook left by his father,

When I first read that notebook, how did I think my father had just watched some supernatural movie or was so interested in writing a story by himself?

But after thinking about it, with his father's literary and artistic cells, he guessed that he was really too lazy to do such a thing.

So with great trepidation, he came to the door.

Lao Zhang didn't know what kind of attitude he should take to face his son, should he tell him the truth or hide it?

In this regard, he left before he had time to ask Zhou Ze.

The two stared at each other like this,

Look at it,

Lao Zhang's eyes were moist, and he reached out to wipe his tears, but the more he wiped them, the more he wiped them.

Xiao Zhang saw Lao Zhang crying, and he didn't know why, so he also cried together.

And they sat opposite each other,

Don't say anything,

Wipe tears vigorously.

Lao Zhang looked at Xiao Zhang suspiciously,

What are you crying about?

Xiao Zhang also looked at Lao Zhang suspiciously,

What are you crying about?

Little Lori crossed her legs and whispered to the old man next to her: "Reveal your identity?" ”

Lao Dao shook his head.

"Then what are you crying about?"

"Performance art, I've seen it before."