Midnight Bookstore Chapter 86 – Living With Monkeys

The small abandoned work shed could barely shelter the sun from the rain. The surroundings were also messy, but at least there was no obvious rubbish. Instead, there were some children's toys stacked neatly.

Oh, there was another person lying there.

It was a pity that none of the reporters had been there. If they had captured dozens of stray dogs and cats dragging a person along, they would have been moved to tears.

Little Monkey was holding something that looked like a lump of mud, but it looked very clean.

Then, it took out a bit and slowly applied it on the man's wound.

There were just too many wounds on the man. There were two burn marks on his chest, a puncture wound on his back, and many wounds on his body. After applying the wounds, more than half of the man's body was covered in mud.

Like a beggar's chicken that was about to be unearthed.

The monkey was also helpless because he really disliked men. It would often have the urge to strangle him to death in his heart, but every time it felt helpless, it could only subconsciously think of ways to extend his life and not let him die in front of him.

Actually, he should have died. With such heavy injuries, even if he had been hit by the trash heap when he fell from the rooftop, his original injury was enough to kill a normal person several times over.

However, he did not die. Sometimes, when Monkey placed his ear on the other party's chest, he could hear the strong heartbeat.

From the sound of his heartbeat, the man seemed to be very healthy. He did not look weak at all, but overall, it was a miracle that he still had a heartbeat.

It was as if his heart and his whole body were separate parts.

Even though the other organs of the body were already in decline, the heart was still free to do whatever it wanted.

Just like that, seven days pa.s.sed in a row. In those seven days, the man did not wake up. He was still unconscious. Monkey tried to feed the man some crushed food.

The food was found by the stray dog and cat to show its filial piety. It would smash the food and feed it to the man, but every time it was fed, the unconscious man would spit it out.

This made Monkey very angry. He had given him the cleanest and most delicious food that should have belonged to him, and he had spat it out!

Monkey felt like his life was a bit tasteless. Look, the food that he normally thought was great, but even though he was unconscious, he still instinctively refused to eat it.

This is looking down on me!

Monkey was upset. He found a can of “Old G.o.dmother” that had half a bottle left in the shack and fed it to him. Monkey had eaten it before, and it was so spicy that it jumped up and down.

What surprised Monkey was that the guy actually ate it. Monkey took some more food and continued to feed him. He also ate it.

Monkey was shocked.

What kind of f** king taste is this!

Finally, on the eighth day, Zhou Ze's eyelids started to tremble slightly. He slowly opened his eyes, feeling confused about where he was. It was neither a hospital nor a bookstore.

It was more like a simple home for a homeless person.

At the same time, a furry tail swayed in front of him.

A little girl's face was facing him.

Oh no.

A red apple was facing her.

Not really.

Finally…

Zhou Ze saw it clearly.

A monkey b.u.t.t was facing him.

Monkey was smearing mud on his wound. Zhou Ze could even smell the stench of mud. He was a little anxious and wanted to remind Monkey that doing so might cause his wound to fester, but when he opened his mouth, Zhou Ze could only make a sound of “Uh…”.

Her lips were dry, and her throat hurt. She could not make a sound.

Monkey was startled and finally turned her face to face Zhou Ze.

The man and monkey began to look at each other.

Monkey suddenly scratched his ears and cheeks. This fellow had woken up, but when he opened his eyes, he looked even more annoying!

Zhou Ze, on the other hand, felt that it was ridiculous. He had already forgotten the memories from that day on the rooftop. He only remembered that he seemed to have gotten into a good fight.

It seemed like he was fighting with a woman or a j.a.panese man. In short, the fight was messy and the ending was also muddled.

This feeling was like a person who had drunk too much waking up the next day. His memory of yesterday's drunk life was broken.

If he could not speak, then so be it. If he could not move, so be it. If there was a monkey by his side, so be it.

The life of a bookstore owner since he reincarnated had successfully transformed Doctor Zhou, who had been diligent and diligent in his previous life, into a handsome man who knew how to adapt to circ.u.mstances.

Just like an eighty or ninety-year-old old man, he had already gotten used to things, and Zhou Ze had already died once.

Monkey smeared mud on his wounds every day as usual. Every day, he fed his G.o.dmother spicy strips, small steamed buns, half a drumstick, and other food.

After taking care of himself every day, he stood before Chen Ge and used a plastic mallet to knock Monkey's head again and again. He looked very unhappy.

Zhou Ze felt that this monkey seemed to be mentally unstable.

However, this monkey was really smart. It did not look like an ordinary monkey. In fact, it could even read the meaning in your eyes. However, most of the time, besides serving Zhou Ze, it did not want to stay by Zhou Ze's side for long.

She would often pout her b.u.t.t and turn her face towards Zhou Ze. Then, she would stare blankly at the sun or moon in the sky.

This was a monkey with a story, and it knew how to think about life.

For the first few days after waking up, Zhou Ze did not feel anything unusual. However, after four or five days, Zhou Ze suddenly thought of something.

It was not easy for the Great Sage, Heaven's Equal to jump out of a rock.

It was not very likely that such 'human-like' monkeys would appear one after another in the small Tong City.

A few days ago, he seemed to have seen a monkey.

Then…

He had even killed the monkey.

In the end, it led to a f*cking thing. An old vegetable who claimed to be his servant treated him to a meal and then cooked a dish with his conscience.

However, he had indeed killed that monkey. Even if he could not find its soul, it should have lost its body.

One night, Monkey returned with a rolled up newspaper in his hand. He opened the newspaper, and there was a fried dough stick inside.

Zhou Ze could barely swallow it by himself now. Monkey tore off the deep-fried dough stick and fed it to him. Then, he used the old G.o.dmother to dip the deep-fried dough stick into his mouth.

The man and monkey seemed to have come to a tacit understanding during this period.

Halfway through the fried dough sticks, Monkey suddenly froze. He was reading the newspaper.

Zhou Ze was a little surprised. He thought Monkey was smart, but he did not expect Monkey to be smart enough to read newspapers.

Just like the pet dog at home, if it could listen to your commands and sit down, it would already be very smart. However, if one day, you saw your dog sitting on the toilet and flushing.

You wouldn't think it was smart, but you would think it was scary.

Fortunately,

Monkey wasn't actually reading the words.

He was looking at the cover of the newspaper.

“Three-legged boy's surgery was a success.”

Monkey looked at the picture.

He was stunned for a long time.

Like a person, he sighed before Monkey reached out to wipe his eyes.

Zhou Ze looked at the monkey. At this moment, he did not feel any fear. Yes, this monkey was the one he had killed before. He was certain now.

And now, this monkey was repaying evil with kindness.

It had saved him. Even though he did not know what was going on with the mud, he had at least controlled his injuries.

Back then, the monkey's cultivation had been destroyed because the woodcutter that he had saved had captured the monkey's brain and eaten its flesh. However, from the looks of it, even though the monkey had lost some of its memories, its nature was still the same.

Monkey felt a little melancholic and continued to share the remaining dough sticks with Zhou Ze. Monkey found a rope and tied one end to Zhou Ze's neck.

Zhou Ze did not react and allowed Monkey to do as he pleased until the rope made a circle around Zhou Ze's neck. Monkey then sat down beside Zhou Ze's bed.

It looked at Zhou Ze, and so did Zhou Ze.

There were tears in Monkey's eyes. There was anger, hatred, and unwillingness.

Just as Zhou Ze had recognized it, so had Monkey.

It was hard to say who was right and who was wrong, but if either party said that they needed to settle the score, it seemed reasonable.

Monkey slowly tightened the rope. He could strangle Zhou Ze to death, just like how Zhou Ze had stabbed himself with his nails in the hospital.

Zhou Ze lay there, seemingly unable to resist at all.

At that moment, a few stray dogs appeared outside the shack. Their animal instincts told them that there might be a feast later.

With their level of intelligence, they naturally did not understand why their Brother Monkey would kill this person after saving this person. He probably thought that it would be more delicious if he kept this person alive.

The monkey suddenly turned around and bared its teeth at the stray dogs outside.

The stray dogs fled in fear.

Monkey looked at Zhou Ze dejectedly and reached out to untie the rope around Zhou Ze's neck.

Pa!

Monkey slapped himself loudly.

Then, it jumped off the bed and rummaged through the trash to find a phone with a broken screen. It then jumped in front of Zhou Ze.

The phone was switched on. This was what Monkey had brought back yesterday. Furthermore, Zhou Ze saw a signal on the broken phone screen. This meant that there was a usable card in the phone.

Monkey knew what a phone was. It reached out its paw and pointed at the b.u.t.ton on the phone, signaling Zhou Ze to tell it what to press.

Zhou Ze reached out and took the phone from Monkey.

Monkey was stunned by Zhou Ze's action of reaching out his hand. He did not expect him to be able to move.

As long as his hands could move, so could his nails.

After a while,

Zhou Ze laughed.

Monkey picked up his mallet again.

This time, it was aimed at Zhou Ze's head.

Pop! Pop! Pop!!

Stop pretending!

Stop pretending!

Stop pretending!

After knocking for a while,

Monkey dropped the plastic mallet in his hand.

Sitting there,

She smiled too.