The sister-in-law's wallet was sent back by Zhou Ze by an anonymous courier.

Well

The tariff is collect.

The two thousand yuan that there was in it was smoothed down by Zhou Ze, anyway, this Nizi has a lot of pocket money, so let's take it as the hard money to help her find her wallet, Zhou Ze felt that his charge was very reasonable.

Then the next day, Zhou Ze saw his sister-in-law post a circle of friends:

"This thief has good work ethic, he stole my wallet but couriered back my cards and documents, there are still many good people in this society."

Zhou Ze looked at this circle of friends and was silent for a while,

Forget it, it's better for silly girls to continue to be silly, silly people have silly blessings.

Bai Yingying secretly sent the deleted video USB flash drive to the middle-aged man's sister's house, and her sister went to the police station to report the case on the same day, and a few days later, the local police's official Weibo also released the news.

This incident also caused a lot of waves, and many people denounced the girl's shamelessness and wolf-heartedness, but its popularity cannot be compared with the original incident.

And the person who scolded this girl now probably also scolded the teacher for being "well-dressed and beastly".

In short, the days passed quietly for several days, business was still cold, Bai Yingying became more addicted to the Internet, made rapid progress, and began to gradually become obsessed with online games, sitting there every day to read a copy of the guide can be watched for a long time.

A young girl who is addicted to the Internet.

At dusk, I ate at Xu Qinglang's place as usual, with Xu Qinglang's newly developed grass girl juice,

Zhou Ze felt that he was slowly able to taste some taste when eating.

After the meal, Zhou Ze and Xu Qinglang shared a cigarette with each other as usual.

Xu Qinglang held his mobile phone and swiped Weibo, leisurely.

Zhou Ze found that Xu Qinglang's restaurant business has become more and more deserted recently, and there are fewer and fewer takeaway brothers in and out, of course, this is not the reason for the recession of business and the decline in the reputation of Xu Qinglang's hotel, but because the man in front of him is getting lazier and lazier.

But according to Xu Qinglang, the problem is Zhou Ze.

He was busy from dawn to dark, but he was sitting in the bookstore next door and didn't move, how could he be able to balance it in his heart?

Come on, he's a man with more than two dozen apartments!

Why isn't the poor ghost next door living comfortably?

So he should also live well, enjoy when he should enjoy, and rest when he should rest.

It's fallen.

Zhou Ze sighed in his heart.

"Hey, there's been a lot of weird stuff in the East Side lately." Xu Qinglang spit out a puff of smoke rings and said.

The eastern district is in the east of Tongcheng City, slightly away from the city center, the Confucian Temple and the City God Temple are there, and it is more lively during the New Year's festival on weekdays, after all, there are many people who go to incense.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Ze shook the ash of his cigarette and asked.

"Look at this, someone posted on Weibo that when I passed by the Temple of Literature last night, I saw a few fans of costume cosplay, and when I walked over to say hello, I found that the person suddenly disappeared."

"There is another one here, which says that when I took my parents for a walk after dinner in the woods behind the Confucian Temple Street, I saw someone chanting poems there."

"Another one is a driver's Weibo, saying that when I drove past the Temple of Literature, I heard many people crying on the side of the road."

Confucian temple?

Zhou Ze frowned slightly, this matter seems to have something to do with himself.

"However, these things have made the Temple of Literature popular again, and it is said that more people have gone to burn incense recently, and they all say that it has become spiritual." Xu Qinglang said with emotion.

"Huh." Zhou Ze thought about his own affairs.

"It stands to reason that it shouldn't be, the Temple of Literature is a place where Confucian saints are, and it is impossible for any lonely souls and wild ghosts to go there." Xu Qinglang said.

"There should be, but someone may have taken care of them before." Zhou Ze said.

"And now? What happened to the people who took care of them? ”

"I killed you."

"............" Xu Qinglang.

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As a last resort, after nightfall, Zhou Ze and Bai Yingying came to the Temple of Literature together.

Last time, Zhou Ze beat the dwarf old man here to the ground, and then patted his sleeve and left directly, without taking away half of the clouds.

But judging from some recent events, it is very clear that without the control of the dwarf old man, those scholars and souls who used to serve as honor guards began to slowly become restless, and gradually began to let go of themselves.

Zhou Ze is a ghost, this matter should be in his charge, not to mention that the old dwarf man was killed by him, and he should clean up the mess.

"Boss, these souls can't actually become a big climate, and they will disappear in two months, they used to be supported by the system of the Temple of Literature, they don't cause trouble, and the ghosts are too lazy to take care of it.

Now that they have lost their restraints, after a few days of stumbling to vent the grievances in their hearts, those who should be scattered will be scattered, and those who should go to hell will also go to hell. ”

Bai Yingying has Madame Bai's words and deeds, and she actually sees these ghosts and gods more clearly than Zhou Ze.

"If you don't look at the situation here, I can't let go of it, it's better to take it away or take it all." Zhou Ze tilted his head slightly, looking for the soul of the scholar who was lingering nearby.

Those who could not get fame and suffered setbacks on the road to study, many of them came to the vicinity of the Temple of Literature with great resentment, and since then they have been pulled by the qi machine and have become the "honor guard" of the Temple of Literature.

Of course, there must be other people in it, and they are definitely not all so-called readers, after all, when the forest is big, there are all kinds of birds.

Those scholars are nothing more than reciting poems against each other, crying and crying, Li Baojia of the Qing Dynasty once wrote in the sixth chapter of his "A Little History of Civilization":

"Xiucai rebelled, and it didn't work out for three years. Whether they have such a thing or not, they can ignore him. ”

But Zhou Ze is worried that if there are other things in it that are also "free", it is likely that something will happen, and if something really happens, he will definitely have to bear part of the responsibility in the end.

It's just that tonight is quiet, Zhou Ze smoked half a pack of cigarettes, and the white warbler simply lay on the grass and squinted, even a ghost couldn't see it.

Waiting a little impatiently, Zhou Ze stretched out his hand and patted the plump and round position of the white warbler, watching the waves of meat rolling,

Road:

"Shout twice and get those ghosts out."

Bai Yingying rolled her eyes at Zhou Ze, obviously didn't take care of this stubble, after getting along for a long time, Bai Yingying also figured out some of Zhou Ze's personality habits, and dared to take the shelf just right, so that Zhou Ze would not be disgusted.

"The world is like a dream, a statue is still in the river and the moon, and the fugue of the old country is really a thing."

A man's voice came from behind the tree.

Immediately afterwards, a man wearing long boots and an official robe walked out, the man had a long beard that represented majesty, a square face, and a straight figure.

No, at first glance, he was an official before his death.

And he still has a long whip behind his head.

Bai Yingying slowly stood up, looked at the man in front of her, and then said in surprise:

"Boss, I said why I haven't been able to see those scholars tonight, and the co-authors have all been swallowed by him!"

Zhou Ze also saw that this man looked magnificent, but in his stomach, he could see many small points of light, which should be the soul of a scholar who was swallowed by him.

"Hehe, the prime minister has a good boat in his belly, I am not the prime minister, but I have been an official to worship Jiuqing, this belly, there is no problem in letting go of these imperial examinations of the past dynasties."

"Alright, it's you, go down."

Zhou Ze is ready to open the gates of hell and arrest this guy.

The other party has swallowed a lot of scholarly souls, and it seems that the spirit is really good, much better than the ordinary souls who often go to their bookstores to read books.

But it was really to the point of making Zhou Ze jealous.

They are all ghosts, and whether they have a physical body or not are really two different things.

And he has his own nails.

"Are you a local ghost?" The man looked at Zhou Ze and said reservedly: "I can have the qualifications to be on an equal footing with this official." ”

"Yo, the tone is really not small, the Qing Dynasty is dead?"

The white warbler sneered.

"When a man speaks, do you have the right for a woman to intervene, step down for this official." The man scolded majestically.

The white warbler pinched her knuckles and made a crunching sound.

The man looked at Zhou Ze, who was about to open the gates of hell on the other side, and said:

"This poor man, this official has a meritorious reputation, and he also held a bull's ear, even if he wants to be sent down, he shouldn't be so casual, right?

Moreover, before his death, he met a judge of the Yin Division in the world, and the judge said that he would die on March 19 of the year of Jiashen.

The official trembled and panicked all day, and finally survived that day, but after that day, the official did not die.

It is enough to see that the official's luck is increased, and even the rules of the Yin Division are not used in the official, so the official still advises you not to toss your efforts in vain.

When the tour of the official's homeland is over, if you want to go down, the official will naturally go down, maybe after the official goes down, you can also find an errand for the Yin Division, if you meet in the future, you have to kneel down to me, and respectfully shout to my lord. ”

"You're really underwhelming." The white warbler smiled.

"No, this shows that the atmosphere in his hometown is simple, otherwise he will be beaten to death before he grows up."

"How can this be reasonable, hmph, the official is too lazy to talk to you about these words, the official is not lying, if you plan to forcibly escort the official to hell, then be ready to end this beam.

The Yin Division Judge can't even determine the date of his official's death, let alone you, a little ghost? ”

Zhou Ze was not in a hurry to open the gate of hell, he just felt that the person in front of him was very interesting, and, to be honest, modern ghosts were nothing unusual, but ancient ghosts,

It's rare.

People often say that precious cultural relics are historical records, and the one in front of them is the repeater of history in the real sense.

"You have braids on the back of your head, but you're not wearing the official uniform of the Qing Dynasty." Zhou Ze looked at it carefully for a while and continued: "It should be the official uniform of the Ming Dynasty."

No, you just said that you once worshiped Jiuqing, but this official uniform of the Ming Dynasty is not the kind of Jiuqing, but the clothing of low-grade officials. ”

When the man heard this, he said proudly: "This official is an official in two dynasties, the former dynasty is the imperial history, and the latter dynasty is Jiuqing, benefiting the people, and the official name is remarkable."

As for what kind of clothes the officer wears, do you have the right to put a beak? ”

Zhou Ze took out his mobile phone, typed in "March 19, Jiashen Year" and checked it, and then said with a smile:

"The judge was right, you should have died on the 19th day of the third month of the year of Jiashen."

"It's nonsense, this official didn't die on that day, this official is the last to die and enjoy the good news!" The man said disdainfully.

"You deserve to die that day, really." Zhou Ze repeated, and then a sarcastic smile appeared on his face, "But you didn't die with a thick skin." ”

"Wild talk!" The man waved his sleeves, "I don't know what to say!" ”

"If you think about what day is the 19th day of the third month of the Jiashen year, do you deserve to die!"

Zhou Ze accentuated his tone and scolded.

The man frowned slightly, as if he was thinking and reminiscing,

finally

Jerked

His body trembled, and his face was shocked,

Then I glanced at the Temple of Literature behind me,

At this moment,

He finally understood why when his soul returned to his hometown after his death, he would be imprisoned in this Temple of Literature, and spend hundreds of years in a state of confusion with those who failed in the imperial examinations in his mouth!

"This ...... This...... This ......"

The man sat down on the ground in despair.

On the 19th day of the third month of the year of Jiashen,

This day is the day when the Ming Dynasty fell, Emperor Chongzhen was hanging from the coal mountain, and the Ming Dynasty officials went to the throne.