"And then?"

Zhou Ze asked while drinking coffee.

Xu Qinglang also listened to the narration next to him, well, it's interesting to listen to a late-night story.

As for the tension and fear,

Not to mention Xu Qinglang, even the old man next to him was not frightened in the slightest.

In the old words,

It's just to scare a chicken,

Lao Tzu stays with a ghost and a zombie all day long,

Am I afraid?

Have I ever coaxed it?

I'm not afraid, I'm not intimidating,

I was just

From the heart.

"What else?" The young man was stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "Also, I woke up scared, it turned out to be a dream, but this dream is like a real, hehe." ”

After the boy finished speaking, he yawned, then picked up the book he had taken from the bookshelf and looked at it, as if he had seen some interesting plot, and laughed directly.

What a simple child,

I thought I was just dreaming,

Then you came to my bookstore in the middle of the night,

Is it sleepwalking?

Xu Qinglang also looked at Zhou Ze in some surprise, pointed at the young man, and then pointed at his brain.

Zhou Ze nodded,

The boy didn't know he was dead.

He thought he was still alive, but he had become a ghost and had already begun to wander.

"Don't take him?" Xu Qinglang asked, "Aren't you just one missing?" ”

As soon as Xu Qinglang came down from upstairs, he saw Zhou Ze sitting opposite the boy, listening to the boy telling the story, he didn't think that Zhou Ze was worried about what was going on in the school, so he kept the boy as a clue and prepared to go to the heavens and save the people.

He knew that Boss Zhou was desperate for the last one percent of the last point for a while, and he was so hungry and thirsty that he didn't want it.

"I can't take it, his soul is not complete."

Zhou Ze shook his head, a little helpless.

Xu Qinglang frowned, took a closer look at the young man, and found some details, the young man's soul was incomplete, and the three souls and six spirits lost a few flavors, which made the young man still so "innocent" after becoming a ghost, and he didn't know that he was dead.

Even if there are so many illogical things around, even if he doesn't appear in the book house in the middle of the night,

He didn't feel the slightest bit wrong, and still felt that he was still alive.

To put it simply, he has a bit of a problem with his brain right now.

A very advanced ......

Intellectual retardation.

Zhou Ze actually opened the gate of hell directly when he saw him for the first time.

How did you die?

What grievances do you have?

Are you hungry? Thirsty or not?

didn't ask anything, didn't have time to listen to him beep at all, and directly planned to send him in so that he could turn positive, but he couldn't send it in, which made Zhou Ze speechless for a while.

"And then, what are you going to do?" Xu Qinglang looked at Zhou Ze and reminded: "A ghost who can kill people, can you be indifferent?" ”

Xu Qinglang is right, Zhou Ze really can't be indifferent to this matter, although this is not the nonsense that Spider-Man's adoptive father said to him in the superhero movie that "the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility", but since Zhou Ze is a ghost here, he has the responsibility to ensure that there will be no ghosts in this vicinity, and if it appears, it must be solved as soon as possible.

Yin Division,

It's all in the eyes.

"Go ahead." Zhou Ze nodded, "Are you going with me?" ”

"No, I'm going to get a mask when I come down, and I'll go up for a beauty sleep later."

Xu Qinglang was very lazy lying on the sofa, with that kind of body tenderness, which could bend the steel plate.

Zhou Ze is sometimes a little helpless with Xu Qinglang, he is obviously normal in that regard, and after letting a woman sleep like a duck, he still feels that the work is good and leaves three thousand yuan on the bedside table.

It is enough to show that Xu Qinglang has no problem in that regard, but the posture he sometimes shows casually, and the white warbler who does not wear makeup really can't compare to him.

Born to be charming,

Xu Qinglang was born in the contemporary era because he was lucky, if it was in ancient times, it is estimated that he would have been ravaged by emperors and nobles who generally had a habit of breaking sleeves.

Lao Dao immediately volunteered at this time, took the initiative to come up and take the car key from Zhou Ze's hand, and said:

"Boss, Yingying is eating chicken on it, I don't have time, the poor Dao is here to accompany you, and it is the responsibility of my righteous people to eliminate the demon and defend the Dao."

In this way, Lao Dao drove the car, and Zhou Ze sat on the co-pilot and drove to the Pingchao Middle School.

It's actually a bit far, half an hour by car.

This middle school, it is indeed very large, the school gate is a torii, which says "Provincial Key Pingzhong", and then a guard pavilion, followed by a more exaggerated thing, there is a canal behind, the school is on the other side of the canal, there is a bridge here, across the canal, which belongs to the inside of the school, and there is a guard pavilion at the other end of the bridge.

Therefore, it is a bit of a fantasy for the students who live here to skip school, and the two guard rooms are guarded, and they cannot go to the outside neighborhood town unless they swim across the canal.

Lao Dao relied on his three-inch tongue, and directly fooled the doorman that his grandson had a heart attack in it and hurried in to see the situation, the doorman did not dare to delay, and immediately opened the door.

The car drove into the campus, Zhou Ze and Lao Dao got off the car and walked to the living area, which really looks like an independent town, with a bathhouse, a supermarket, and many canteens.

The students are like chickens locked in an assembly line cage that can't even turn around, drinking water and eating regularly every day and laying eggs.

When I arrived here, it was close to midnight, and the lights on this side of the dormitory building had basically been turned off, except for the dormitory teacher's office on the ground floor, which was still lit, the other floors were all dark and dark, obviously full of people, but it gave people a ghostly sense of gloom.

"Boss, which building is haunted?"

"He said he lived in Block B." Zhou Ze pointed to the one in the oblique direction, "It should be here." ”

"Which dormitory?" Lao Dao asked.

"The sixth floor, I don't know which dormitory it is, go up and ask a random student, it's good that someone has just died."

"It's a good idea." Lao Dao sent a dishonest sycophant.

Damn it

I came out of the store without saying hello.

In the dormitory office, on the ground floor of the dormitory building, several men sat and chatted, loud and laughing from time to time, as if they were talking about some kind of meat joke.

Even when Zhou Ze and Lao Dao walked into the aisle, they didn't notice that the management here was indeed loose enough.

Or rather,

Is this called loose on the outside and tight on the inside?

On the sixth floor, the lights were turned off here, Lao Dao casually found a dormitory and knocked on the door, and the students in the dormitory thought that the dormitory teacher was coming, and the voice that had been talking before suddenly became silent.

The old way knocked a few more times,

A student wearing slippers came over to open the door, and when he saw Lao Dao and Zhou Ze, he was stunned for a moment, obviously, he found that these two people were not the dormitory teacher.

"Police."

Lao Dao took out his wallet and shook it, anyway, the light was blind, so he took it back if he pretended to be forced.

"Which dorm room just died?" Lao Dao asked.

The student was directly confused,

What's going on?

At midnight, the police came and knocked on the dormitory door and asked where the dead people were?

"Dead?" The students looked at Lao Dao with some surprise.

"Yes, I ask you where you died."

"When did you die?" The boy was surprised.

"Don't pretend!" Lao Dao took a step forward and scolded: "Is it that the school wants to hide the news and tell you to shut up?" We are the police, it's useless for you to lie to us.

If something goes wrong in the future, you have to be responsible. ”

The student was completely stunned, turned his head and asked his roommate in the bed behind him, "Is there a dead person on our side?" ”

The roommates also started chattering, and everyone was very baffled.

The most surprising thing is that these students seem to be really inexplicable, this is not like pretending, this is a high school, not a film school.

"Sun Qiu, which dormitory is Sun Qiu in?" Zhou Ze asked.

"Sun Qiu, he's in the other room."

The boy pointed to the dormitory door across from him and said.

"Okay, it's okay for you, go back to sleep, don't make noise." The old Taoist said instructively.

Turning around, Lao Dao went to knock on the door of the dormitory opposite.

Soon after, a boy with glasses came up and opened the dormitory door.

Lao Dao and Zhou Ze walked in directly, and the boy who opened the door was a little dazed.

"I remember he said his bed was on the top by the window, right?"

Lao Dao pointed to the bed, and to his surprise, there was a person sleeping on the bed, still covered with a quilt.

"What's the matter, there's still someone sleeping in the place where someone just died?" Lao Dao was a little surprised.

"Who are you?"

A boy in the dormitory asked.

"Is Sun Qiu from this dormitory? How long has he been dead? Lao Dao asked.

"Sun Qiu?" The boy was stunned for a moment, and then shouted, "Sun Qiu, wake up, someone is looking for you." ”

What?

Lao Dao looked back in shock,

forthwith

He saw the boy on the bunk lift the quilt, rubbed his eyes, then sat up, looked at Lao Dao and Zhou Ze, and asked:

"Who's looking for me?"

He looked very sleepy.

It's not a coincidence with the same name and surname,

This way,

It's clearly the same teenager who was telling a story in the bookstore an hour ago!

Lao Dao's eyes widened,

What's going on?

Isn't man dead?

The ghosts have floated out, so who is this person lying on the bed?

At this time, Zhou Ze directly reached out and grabbed Sun Qiu's wrist, Sun Qiu frowned, and he didn't shout, as if he was a little slow to react.

Zhou Ze rolled up Sun Qiu's sleeve and took a flashlight on his mobile phone.

I saw it on Sun Qiu's arm,

Densely covered with corpse spots!

This is not a living man,

This is a corpse that has been dead for a long time!

When Lao Dao saw this scene, he was also frightened and opened his mouth.

Zhou Ze quietly lowered Sun Qiu's sleeve, "It's okay, you guys go to bed early, don't make trouble." ”

After speaking, Zhou Ze walked out of the dormitory.

Lao Dao immediately followed, and asked impatiently: "Boss, what's the matter, is this person dead or not?" ”

"Dead." Zhou Ze replied.

"Then this ......" Lao Dao couldn't understand.

"Because of inertia." Zhou Ze replied.

"Inertia?"

"Yes, inertia, in this school, the students' daily living time is arranged rigidly, every day when to get up, when to go to the classroom, when to go to the cafeteria to eat, when to go back to the dormitory, when to turn off the lights are fixed.

Therefore, even if he is dead, the inertia brought about by this life for a long time allows him to continue to maintain the state of 'living'.

Because every day, for him, it is almost carved out of a mold.

It's like a small ball thrown off the track, and it will continue to roll forward according to its inertia, and that's what he is now.

Didn't you notice?

He's actually become very sluggish.

But no one found out about his classmates and teachers around him.

He's dead. ”

"So mysterious?"

"I've had a couple of similar cases when I was a doctor before, where an autopsy came to see a body that had been dead for many days, and his colleagues or family members said they saw him going to work and living as usual yesterday."

"How so?" The old way smashed it, smashed it, and I couldn't understand it.

"In a static life, the daily behavior pattern is fixed, like a machine that can be automated;

Is the driver alive, or dead,

Is there a difference? ”