Midnight Bookstore Chapter 144 – Mural

Little Flathead had a piece of gla.s.s stuck in his head. It was as if he had put on a headpiece. Blood began to slowly stain his head.

He stood there for a few seconds, staggered a few steps, and then collapsed under the screams of the people around him.

Zhou Ze had read the memoirs of some j.a.panese war criminals. Some people had written that the headless body would still twitch after the head was chopped off, including the head that had fallen to the ground.

Perhaps the death came too suddenly and too quickly. Not only did the victim not have time to react, but even the victim's body did not seem to have time to react.

It was a mess downstairs.

Zhou Ze placed his hands on the railing and sighed before looking at the old Daoist priest.

The old Daoist priest was in a daze and his face was pale.

“Boss…”

“Sigh, look, a perfectly fine person died from being forcefully fed by you.”

The old Daoist priest felt very aggrieved. He did not want to either. He sincerely hoped that Xiaotian would live to a hundred years old and come back eighteen times a night with a healthy body.

But he was dead.

He suddenly died just like that.

Then,

Of the six paintings, there was only one left.

There was a very famous movie series called “The Death is Here.” The old Daoist felt like he had become a character in the movie. He told you that you were going to die, but he still told you how he would die.

Really, it was better to give you a sudden blow and let you die without any pain.

At this moment, the old Daoist priest was really envious of the young man. He had left without realizing it. Now, he still had to endure the torture of not knowing when he would die.

This was… worse than death.

Looking at the boss, he was still smoking.

“Let's go down and take a look.”

After saying that, Zhou Ze walked out of the dormitory first. The old Daoist priest naturally did not dare to leave Zhou Ze. Anyway, he had already made up his mind. Even if Zhou Ze went to the toilet, he would follow closely behind.

At the entrance of the first floor of the dormitory, a group of students surrounded the boy's body. There were several dormitory management teachers maintaining order inside.

This feeling was weird because they should have called 120 and 110 at this time. In reality, they had called and done what they had to do, but it seemed like the death of one person in broad daylight had only alerted a small part of the school.

The students in front went to school or to the canteen for breakfast. They did not seem to care about this at all.

Zhou Ze shook the ash off his cigarette and looked up at the dormitory building.

The old Daoist priest stood by the side, trembling in fear. He stole a glance at the corpse of the young boy and immediately looked away. When he thought about how he was about to follow in his footsteps, the old Daoist priest felt extremely tormented.

Zhou Ze sat down on the steps and continued to look around like a bystander.

“Boss, should we go back first?” the old Daoist suggested.

He did not want to stay here anymore. He wanted to go back to the bookstore. At least the bookstore would give him a sense of security.

Zhou Ze shook his head. “I can't leave.”

It was not that he did not want to leave, but that he could not leave.

The old Daoist priest was stunned. He could vaguely sense that something was wrong.

Zhou Ze turned around and walked back into the dormitory. He found a place to sit down in the dormitory manager's office and made a cup of tea with their tea leaves.

The old Daoist stood at the side like a little quail.

He did not know what Zhou Ze was planning to do, but it seemed like his boss had gotten hold of some information. Even though he did not know if Zhou Ze was pretending to be calm or if he was really calm, it at least made him look more hopeful.

The students had all left for school, and the dormitory was much quieter.

The dormitory management teachers did not return either. None of them returned to the office. Perhaps they were busy with the boy's corpse.

The police did not come.

The ambulance did not come either.

After sitting for about half an hour and drinking two cups of tea, Zhou Ze walked out of the office.

At each dormitory entrance, there was a row of hot water bottles. Before leaving the dormitory for school in the morning, the students would take out their hot water bottles and place them outside. Then, a professional auntie would bring plastic tubes to add water to these hot water bottles.

As the boiling water had been through plastic tubes, there was inevitably some plastic smell inside. The students basically did not drink it and only used it to wash their clothes or soak their feet.

At that moment, an auntie came over with a plastic water gun. She walked slowly down the corridor.

Zhou Ze stood there without moving. The old Daoist priest stood beside Zhou Ze, and the auntie continued to walk over as if she could not see Zhou Ze at all.

“Old Daoist, don't you think it's a little strange? There are too many strange things in this place,” Zhou Ze said.

Ang.

“First, Sun Qiu died, but he continued to live on because of inertia. Even if there were livor mortis on his body, no one noticed it. Then, one accident after another, one strange scene after another.

Could it be that this dormitory was a land of extreme evil that was hard to come by in a hundred years, and that was why so many ghosts and monsters were born?

Then why did it suddenly explode again? ”

“Er… Boss, what do you mean?”

Zhou Ze was silent for a while. He thought about it and said, “I think we should go back.”

“Okay.”

This old Daoist priest was more than willing to choose the latter. Regardless of whether there would be an accident, dying here or in the bookstore.

The two walked to the door of the dormitory. The boy's body had been disposed of.

Zhou Ze stood on the steps at the entrance and was in no hurry to go down. Instead, he watched as the old Daoist priest walked out step by step.

When the old Daoist priest was about to walk out of the dormitory,

Zhou Ze looked up.

He saw

Lou was bending over.

It felt like it was going to collapse.

The old Daoist priest did not seem to notice and continued walking.

“Old Daoist, don't move,” Zhou Ze reminded.

“What?”

The old Daoist took another step out, then turned around.

In that instant, blood spurted out from one of the dormitory windows and rushed toward the old Daoist. This should be the dormitory where Zhou Ze had found the fountain pen earlier. It should be on the third floor, but due to the weird curvature of the building, the window of the dormitory was aimed at the old Daoist.

When the blood rushed over, the old Daoist priest was swept into it.

“F*ck…”

These were the last words the old Daoist priest could say.

He almost collapsed.

“It doesn't matter how many ghosts you have. It's not like I haven't seen ghosts before.”

But this building could bend like a pole dance.

Who has?

Gan Lin's mother.

You can't do this!

Zhou Ze turned around and looked at the woman who was still pouring water into the hot water bottle.

However, the woman's bottle of water seemed to be unsatisfied. It stayed on the hot water bottle, and the sound of water kept coming from it.

For someone with experience in life, when pouring water into a hot water bottle, the sound would change with the rise of the water. But here, it never changed.

“Hey, the water bottle leaked.”

Zhou Ze pointed at the hot water bottle and reminded the woman.

The woman was slightly stunned. She turned her head and looked at Zhou Ze. Her face was filled with hornets' nests as if she had countless chicken eyes. Some parts of her face were still closing and opening involuntarily.

It was a disgusting scene.

It was really disgusting.

The woman continued to hold the plastic pipe, and the old Taoist priest outside the dormitory was struggling inside the pool of blood. In the pool of blood, a few black shadows could be seen slowly approaching him, and in the black shadow's hand was a large knife.

Zhou Ze walked over and was about to take the water pipe from the woman.

A sinister smile appeared on the woman's face.

The water pipe twisted and wrapped around Zhou Ze. The dead object from before seemed to have become a living python!

Zhou Ze's fingernails grew out.

He did not resist the python and allowed it to tie him up. Zhou Ze could even hear the crisp sound of his joints breaking.

Seriously,

It sounded rather pleasant.

At the corridor far away, the boy with half his body started to crawl toward them again. He squirmed like a mad dog, and his mouth was screaming something.

On the other side, Sun Qiu, who was covered in livor mortis, was also walking over. His body staggered, and he was confused.

The flathead appeared, too. The gla.s.s above his head was still stuck there. Blood streams.

Even the leather shoes that Zhou Ze had removed appeared out of nowhere and kept making ticking sounds.

“Have you revealed your true intentions? Because you know that I've seen it clearly?”

Zhou Ze muttered to himself.

In the distance,

The old Daoist priest had already sunk into the pool of blood. Only his breathing could be heard occasionally. Obviously, he could not hold on any longer.

The black shadows seemed to be closing in on him, and in the pool of blood, there was a small figure. It was not a human, but a cat, waiting for its dinner.

Zhou Ze's fingernails did not sweep around.

Instead, with courage and determination, he stabbed himself in the chest and stirred.

“Hiss…”

The pain was so clear that Zhou Ze's body started to spasm.

However, at that moment, the scene around them started to retreat. The woman retreated, the dormitory manager retreated, the young man retreated, and the leather shoes retreated. Even the curved dormitory building returned to normal.

Everything seemed to be returning to normal.

Along the way,

Zhou Ze seemed to have seen a girl. She was standing in the corridor and looking at him. That girl looked familiar.

Pa!

A crisp sound rang out.

The sound of pages closing.

* Plop** Plop** Plop** Plop** Plop** Plop** Plop*…*Cough*… *

The old Daoist priest lay on the lawn, breathing heavily while coughing violently. His hands gripped his neck tightly. After a while, he slowly calmed down and looked around in confusion.

He saw Zhou Ze standing beside him, holding a closed notebook.

The crisp sound earlier came from Zhou Ze closing the notebook.

Zhou Ze looked up, as if he still felt pain in his chest.

“Boss… what is going on?” The old Daoist thought that he was about to die, but why did things suddenly change?

“You can think about how we got in,” Zhou Ze said slowly.

“We drove here. I tricked the security guard at the school entrance and drove in. Then we got out of the car and walked to the living area. We found Block B, and we sneaked in. We saw Sun Qiu and fought with the dormitory manager…”

“Think about it carefully,” Zhou Ze reminded.

“Think about it carefully?” The old Daoist priest scratched his head, and then shock appeared on his face. “I… I… We drove in, but when we got out of the car, we seemed to have seen a black cat. The black cat was staring at us from the lawn, and I even said that we should capture it and raise it as a pet.”

“Then, we walked to the lawn and realized that the black cat was gone. However, there was a notebook on the ground. Boss, you picked it up, and I asked you what was written on it… Then… then we…”

Zhou Ze looked at the old notebook in his hand.

He did not dare open any of the pages.

“Boss, where's the dormitory?” The old Daoist looked around and realized that something was missing.

“Take a look at the other dormitories nearby. What are the signs?”

“One building, two buildings, three buildings…” The old Daoist counted. Then, he slowly stopped counting. This place was named after Arabic numerals to different dormitories. There was no way to name it in English!

“Boss… where is Block B?”

Zhou Ze pointed at the notebook in his hand.

“Block B,

Here,

Drawing. “