Midnight Bookstore Chapter 138 – Terrifying Habit!

“And?”

Zhou Ze asked as he drank his coffee.

Xu Qinglang was also listening by the side. Hmm, it's quite interesting to listen to a late-night story.

As for nervousness and fear…

Not to mention Xu Qinglang, even the old Daoist priest beside him was not scared at all.

In the old language,

It was just a scare.

I spent all day with a ghost and a zombie.

Have I ever been afraid?

Have I ever been a coward?

I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid.

I just…

From the heart.

“What else?” The young man was stunned for a moment before he smiled and said, “Also, I woke up from the shock. So, it was just a dream. However, this dream seemed real. Hehe.”

After the young man finished, he yawned and picked up the novel that he had taken from the bookshelf to read. As if he had seen something interesting, he started to laugh.

What an innocent child.

She thought that she was just having a dream.

Then why did you come to my bookstore in the middle of the night?

Was he sleepwalking?

Xu Qinglang also looked at Zhou Ze in surprise. He pointed at the teenager and then at his brain.

Zhou Ze nodded.

The young man did not know that he was dead.

He thought he was still alive, but he had already turned into a ghost and started to wander.

“You're not taking him in?” Xu Qinglang asked, “Aren't you just short of one?”

Xu Qinglang had just come downstairs when he saw Zhou Ze sitting opposite the young man. He was listening to the young man's story. Xu Qinglang did not think that Zhou Ze was worried that there were malicious ghosts in the school, so he kept the young man as a clue to uphold justice and save the people.

He knew very well that Boss Zhou had been so desperate for that last one percent that he could not wait.

“I can't. His soul is incomplete.”

Zhou Ze shook his head helplessly.

Xu Qinglang frowned. He took a closer look at the young man and realized some details. The young man's soul was incomplete, and he had lost a few emotions. That was why the young man was still so “naive” after he turned into a ghost and did not know that he was dead.

Even if there were so many things around him that did not make sense, even if he did not show up at school in the middle of the night but appeared at the study room…

He did not feel like anything was wrong. He still felt like he was alive.

Simply put, there was something wrong with his brain.

A very high-level…

Idiot.

Zhou Ze had actually opened the Door to h.e.l.l the moment he saw him.

How did you die?

What injustice?

Are you hungry? Are you thirsty?

She did not ask anything and did not have the time to listen to him. She wanted to send him in so that she could become a full-time employee, but she could not. Zhou Ze was speechless.

“Then, what do you plan to do?” Xu Qinglang looked at Zhou Ze and reminded him, “Can you ignore a ghost that can kill?”

Xu Qinglang was right. Zhou Ze really could not remain indifferent about this matter. Although this was not the superhero movie where Spiderman's adoptive father said to him that “the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility”, since Zhou Ze was a ghost soldier here, he had a duty to prevent ghosts from causing trouble nearby. If it happened, he had to solve it as soon as possible.

Yin Si.

He saw everything.

“Go.” Zhou Ze nodded. “Are you coming with me?”

“No, I came down to get a facial mask. I'm going to take a beauty nap later.”

Xu Qinglang lay lazily on the sofa. His figure was so gentle that it could bend a steel plate.

Sometimes, Zhou Ze felt a little helpless towards Xu Qinglang. He was clearly very normal in that aspect. After letting a woman sleep like a duck, he even felt that the job was good and left 3,000 yuan on the bedside table.

It was enough to show that Xu Qinglang was not a problem in that aspect. However, the casual att.i.tude that he sometimes displayed, the whiteingale without makeup, could not compare to him.

She was naturally charming.

He was lucky that Xu Qinglang was born in this era. If it was in ancient times, he would have been trampled by the kings and n.o.bles who had a habit of breaking their sleeves.

The old Daoist priest immediately volunteered and took the car keys from Zhou Ze.

“Boss, Yingying is eating chicken up there. She's not free. This poor Daoist will accompany you. Exterminating evil and defending the Dao is the responsibility of a righteous person.”

Just like that, the old Daoist priest drove while Zhou Ze sat in the pa.s.senger seat and drove to Pingchao High School.

The distance was actually quite far, and it took half an hour to drive.

This middle school was indeed very big. There was a signboard at the school gate that said, “Provincial High School Affiliated to Ping Zhong”. Then there was a guard pavilion. Then, more exaggeratedly, there was a ca.n.a.l behind it. The school was on the other side of the ca.n.a.l. There was a bridge here that spanned the ca.n.a.l. It belonged to the school, and there was a guard pavilion at the other end of the bridge.

Therefore, it was almost impossible for the students who stayed here to skip school. There were two guard rooms. Unless they were swimming across the ca.n.a.l, they would not be able to reach the town outside.

The old Daoist priest used his glib tongue to trick the guard into telling him that his grandson had a heart attack inside and that he had to rush in to see what was going on. The guard did not dare delay and immediately opened the door. With regards to people who did not look like students, the guard did not have much caution.

The car drove into the campus. Zhou Ze and the old Daoist got out of the car and walked to the living area. This place looked like an independent town. There was a bathhouse, a supermarket, and many canteen.

The students were like chickens trapped in an a.s.sembly line cage that could not even turn around. Every day, they would eat, drink, and lay eggs.

It was almost midnight by the time they arrived. The lights in the dormitory were all off. Other than the dormitory manager's office, which was still lit, the rest of the floor was completely dark. Even though it was filled with people, it gave off a creepy feeling like a ghost realm.

“Boss, which building is haunted?”

“He said that he lives in Block B.” Zhou Ze pointed at a building diagonally. “It should be here.”

“Which dormitory?” the old Daoist asked.

“The sixth floor. I don't know which dormitory it is, so I'll just find a student to ask.”

“That's a good idea,” the old Daoist priest flattered insincerely.

f.u.c.k.

He walked out of the shop without asking.

Several men were sitting in the dormitory's management office, chatting loudly. From time to time, they would laugh like they were having some dirty jokes.

Even when Zhou Ze and the old Daoist priest walked into the corridor, they did not notice that the management was indeed loose.

Or rather,

Is this what you mean by loose on the outside and tight on the inside?

On the sixth floor, the lights were off. The old Daoist priest found a random dormitory and knocked on the door. The students in the dormitory thought that the dormitory manager had arrived, and the voices that had been speaking earlier suddenly became silent.

The old Daoist priest knocked a few more times.

A student wearing slippers walked over to open the door. When he saw the old Daoist priest and Zhou Ze, he was stunned. Obviously, he realized that these two were not the teacher-in-charge.

“Police.”

The old Daoist took out his wallet and shook it. In any case, it was dark, and he could take it back after acting cool.

“Which dormitory is this?” the old Daoist asked.

The student was dumbfounded.

What was going on?

At midnight, the police came knocking on the dormitory door to ask where the dead person was?

“Someone died?” The student looked at the old Taoist in shock.

“That's right, I asked you where someone died.”

“When did he die?” the boy asked in surprise.

“Don't pretend!” The old Daoist priest took a step forward and scolded, “Did the school hide the news and ask you to keep your mouth shut? We are the police, and lying to us is useless.”

If anything happens in the future, you have to be responsible. ”

The student was stunned. He turned to ask his roommate on the bed behind him, “Someone died on our side?”

Her roommates started chattering as well. Everyone was confused.

The most surprising thing was that this group of students seemed to be acting. This was not an act. This was a high school, not some movie school.

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

“Sun Qiu, he's in the room opposite.”

The boy pointed at the dormitory door.

“Alright, it's none of your business. Go back to sleep and don't argue,” the old Daoist priest ordered.

Turning around, the old Daoist priest knocked on the door of the dormitory opposite.

Soon, a boy wearing gla.s.ses walked over and opened the door.

The old Daoist priest and Zhou Ze walked in directly. The boy who opened the door was a little confused.

“I remember he said that his bed was next to the window, right?”

The old Daoist pointed at the bed. To his surprise, there was someone sleeping on the bed, and it was covered with a blanket.

“What's going on? Someone is sleeping in a place where someone just died?” The old Daoist was surprised.

“Who are you?”

A boy in the dormitory asked.

“Is Sun Qiu from this dormitory? How long has he been dead?” the old Daoist asked.

“Sun Qiu?” The boy was stunned for a moment before shouting, “Sun Qiu, wake up, someone is looking for you.”

What?

The old Daoist priest turned around in shock.

Then…

He saw the boy on the bunk lift the blanket and rub his eyes. Then, he sat up and looked at the old Daoist priest and Zhou Ze.

“Who's looking for me?”

He looked very tired.

It was not a coincidence of the same name.

This appearance…

He was clearly the young man who was telling stories in the bookstore an hour ago!

The old Daoist priest's eyes widened.

What happened?

Wasn't he already dead?

If the ghost was floating out, then who was this person lying on the bed?

At this moment, Zhou Ze reached out and grabbed Sun Qiu's wrist. Sun Qiu frowned, but he did not shout. It was as if his reaction was slow.

Zhou Ze rolled up Sun Qiu's sleeves and shone the flashlight on his phone.

Sun Qiu's arm.

They were densely covered with livor mortis!

This was not a living person.

This was a corpse that had been dead for a long time!

The old Daoist priest opened his mouth in shock.

Zhou Ze quietly put down Sun Qiu's sleeve. “It's okay. Go to bed early and stop fooling around.”

With that, Zhou Ze walked out of the dormitory.

The old Daoist priest immediately followed him out and asked impatiently, “Boss, what happened? Is this person dead or not?”

“Dead,” Zhou Ze replied.

“Then this…” The old Daoist priest could not understand.

“Because of inertia,” Zhou Ze replied.

“Habit?”

“Yes, habitually, in this school, the students' daily life is arranged perfectly. Every day, when they wake up, when they go to the cla.s.sroom, when they go to the canteen to eat, when they return to the dormitory, and when they turn off the lights is fixed.

Therefore, even though he was dead, the inertia brought by such a long life allowed him to maintain his' living 'state.

Because every day, to him, was practically carved from the same mold.

It was like a small ball that was thrown from the orbit. It would continue to roll forward according to its inertia. He was like that now.

Didn't you notice?

His reaction was already very slow.

But none of his cla.s.smates or teachers noticed.

He's already dead. ”

“So incredible?”

“When I was a doctor, I had a few similar cases. The autopsy showed that the body had been dead for many days, but his colleagues and family said that they saw him at work yesterday.

“How could this be?” The old Daoist priest smacked his lips. He could not understand.

“An unchanging life. Every day's behavior is fixed, like a machine that can automate.

Was the pilot alive or dead?

Is there a difference? “