Midnight Bookstore

After taking a shower, Zhou Ze changed into a new set of clothes and sat on the sofa downstairs. It was only the second half of the night, and it was still early before daybreak, but Zhou Ze was no longer sleepy.

After a normal person had that dream, it would probably be difficult for them to go back to sleep in a short period of time.

Bai Yingying made Zhou Ze a cup of coffee and served it to him. Then, she stood beside him, like a child who had done something wrong, at a loss.

Zhou ze waved his hand to indicate that she was fine. She could go up to rest or play games, but Bai Yingying was still unwilling to leave. In her opinion, whether it was intentional or not, she had indeed absorbed the baleful aura from Zhou Ze"s body, and her boss"s body had clearly not fully recovered.

This was like a person who was already seriously ill, but he was still partying every night. He was really courting death.

After taking a sip of coffee, Zhou Ze lit up a cigarette. To be honest, he was also a little puzzled as to why his body would emit a murderous aura when he was dreaming. He believed that Bai Yingying did not intentionally harm him or that she could not wait any longer. In fact.., bai Yingying was quite satisfied with her “White-haired sorceress”style. Recently, her style of dressing had also become more ancient, which had a different charm.

This matter could only be considered a thorn in her heart. Since she couldn"t figure it out, she could only put it aside. After all, she had more important matters to deal with and resolve.

Half an hour later, a police car stopped at the entrance of the bookstore.

Consort Xu, who was still “Absorbing the essence of the sun and moon,”saw that the police had arrived and immediately got up and went upstairs. She didn"t want to stay downstairs anymore.

He had complained about the bad air and poor sleep in the detention center. That night in the detention center had dealt a great blow to his skin.

It was Zhang Yanfeng who came in. It was Zhou Ze who had sent him a message.

Zhang Yanfeng was holding a doc.u.ment bag in his hand. His gaze first fell on Bai Yingying, and he asked in puzzlement,

“Who is she?”

The last time the police entered the bookstore, Zhou Ze had let Bai Yingying and the others leave first, so Zhang Yanfeng did not know about Bai Yingying. Moreover, no matter how powerful the police"s information system was, it was impossible to record Bai Yingying"s information.

“My niece.”

Zhou Ze said perfunctorily.

Zhang Yanfeng didn"t dwell on this and sat down opposite Zhou Ze.

“Coffee or Tea?”Zhou ze asked.

Zhang Yanfeng touched his somewhat tired face and smelled the strong aroma of coffee in front of Zhou Ze. He said, “Coffee.”

Bai Yingying went to make coffee. Zhou ze turned his head and shouted,

“Get Nestlé"s instant solution.”

“…”Zhang Yanfeng.

The coffee was served. Zhang Yanfeng was a bachelor. He finished the coffee in one gulp and pointed to the doc.u.ment bag on the table. “Don"t you want to see it?”

Zhou ze shook his head. “There shouldn"t be any useful information.”

“Hehe.”

Zhang Yanfeng smiled and lit a cigarette. He asked,

“Why did you call me here?”

“Because I just went to sleep.”

“What?”

“Then, I had a dream.”

Zhou ze stretched lazily,

the scene in the dream was unbearable to recall,

of course, compared to the sealed s.p.a.ce that they entered at the end, even the experience of the “Pregnant woman"s perspective”was not worth mentioning.

“What Kind of Dream?”Zhang Yanfeng"s expression became serious.

In this world..,

only he and Zhou Ze had chains tied around their legs. Since he could dream, then Zhou Ze could naturally dream too.

“That place shouldn"t be a hospital.”Zhou ze coughed and continued, “That place should have been a secret underground concentration camp, a bit like the n.a.z.i"s Auschwitz.”

Zhang Yanfeng narrowed his eyes. “Concentration camp?”

“Yes, my dream should have overlapped with yours. I also dreamed about that prison

“But maybe it"s because I have different reasons from you, so my dream is more realistic than yours, and there are more details than yours.

“There are many prisoners imprisoned there, and every cell is full of people.”

As he said that..,

zhou Ze pointed at the invisible iron chain under his feet and continued:

“This chain was thrown out by the prison administration. It doesn"t seem to symbolize the chains. At least, to the prisoners, it seems to represent a very beautiful thing, holding a different kind of beautiful feelings.”

Zhou ze thought of the man in his dream who helped a woman s.n.a.t.c.h the chain,

when the woman walked out with the chain..,

he stood behind the iron railing with a look of blessing and good expectation.

But he may not know,

the woman with the chain,

what kind of place she finally walked into.

This formed a very strong contradiction, because Zhou Ze felt that his a.n.a.lysis of the last environment in the dream should not be wrong.

The n.a.z.i introduction to Auschwitz was really not difficult to find, and many people who were related to it had written similar memoirs. There was a paragraph that Zhou Ze had read when he was in school, and it was deeply engraved in his memory, that was when many Jews entered that room and thought that it was a place to shower and bathe them. In the end, what came out of those small holes was not warm water, but poison gas.

Zhang Yanfeng was silent. He did not know how to respond to this.

“I think, this information should not mention this, right?”Zhou Ze pointed at the doc.u.ment bag on the coffee table.

Zhang Yanfeng shook his head.

“That prison should be deep underground,”Zhou Ze said in a deep voice, “Also, I"m guessing that the clothes worn by the people at that time and the clothes worn by the administrators that I saw should be from the Republic of China. Since there"s no record in this information, I think there"s a possibility that this prison is still underground and hasn"t been discovered at all.”

“So, what do you mean? You want me to apply to the leadership to push the police station down and dig?

The reason is that I had a dream?”

Zhang Yanfeng asked back.

“There is always a way, isn"t there?”Zhou Ze took another sip of coffee. “After all, the victims have found our feet.”

“I can"t do it, and I can"t use this reason to do it,”Zhang Yanfeng said very seriously.

“Actually, it"s not difficult. We just need to find a little bit of evidence,”Zhou Ze a.n.a.lyzed.

“Recently, the police station is preparing to build an underground garage,”Zhang Yanfeng said.

“I understand.”Zhou ze nodded, indicating that he understood. However, boss Zhou continued to say lazily, “I"ll get someone to run it.”

If they could use this opportunity to get the construction team to dig a little more underground, they might find some clues. When the time came, as long as they could confirm that there might be special buildings down there.., by then, the normal digging and construction would be able to continue openly.

“Is there anything else?”Zhang Yanfeng asked. It seemed that he was planning to leave.

“You can"t help me with my matters.”

Zhou ze smiled. For example, why was he “So full of energy”when he was dreaming? Even the murderous aura he emitted was so strong that it could make Bai Yingying drunk.

“Then I"ll take my leave first.”Zhang Yanfeng stood up and picked up the doc.u.ment bag on the coffee table.

“By the way, Captain Zhang,”Zhou Ze called out.

“What"s Wrong?”Zhang Yanfeng turned to look at Zhou Ze.

“Has your family"s ancestor ever served in the Army?”Zhou Ze tried his best to organize his words. “Your grandfather or your great-grandfather"s generation?”

“What do you mean?”

“I"m just asking. Maybe the victims there might have relatives of yours. As you know, blood relations can also become a kind of bond

And this kind of bond can sometimes even surpa.s.s the distance between life and death.”

Zhou ze thought of the old man he had killed at the Confucian temple. The old man had served the Confucian temple for many years in order to pray for his descendants.

“I"m not sure about that. I have to ask.”

“Including the special missing ones,”Zhou Ze added.

“You said that there are my elders in the prison, but since they are my elders, why did they put a chain on me?”Zhang Yanfeng asked.

“But to them, the chain is a symbol of beauty. What if your elders like you and put this on you?

It"s like giving you a piece of candy or a long-life lock.”

Zhang Yanfeng was silent for a while, but he still left.

Zhou Ze crossed his legs and continued to lie on his side on the sofa, sinking into another kind of contemplation.

That was, if Zhang Yanfeng could be said that one of his relatives and elders had died in that prison, so the chains would eventually fall on him..,

what about himself?

Just because he was a ghost,

coupled with the fact that he happened to be in the vicinity of the police station,

so he was shackled?

Really,

is that so?

As he thought about it, Zhou ze suddenly felt a little tightness in his chest. He stood up, pushed open the door of the bookstore, and walked out, standing on the street in the middle of the night.

The air was filled with a faint moisture, and there was also a drizzle falling.

Oh,

it was going to rain,

no wonder it was so stuffy.

Zhou Ze continued to stand in the rain and lit another cigarette.

The rain started to fall harder and harder,

from the beginning, it was pitter-patter, but now it became “Hualala”majestic.

Zhou ze reached out to cover his head,

having just showered, he decided to go back to the bookstore first.

However,

when he lifted his feet, he staggered and almost fell down.

His feet were so heavy,

it was as if something was locked and he couldn"t lift it up at all.

Zhou ze lowered his head in astonishment,

he was shocked to find that there was actually..,

an anklet locked on his foot,

how..,

how could it be?

The old priest sniffed and walked downstairs. He had just slept for a while, but he had caught a cold. He poured a cup of hot water to drink to warm his body. The boss and the others had made the second floor too “Cool”, the cooling effect had not completely dissipated until now.

He had heard Xu Qinglang sneeze when he went upstairs. Apparently, he could not stand the aftertaste of this natural artificial cooling.

“Yo.”

The old Taoist slowly drank the hot water while looking at Bai Yingying who was sitting on the sofa,

“The boss fell asleep again?”

Bai Yingying nodded and reached out to gently stroke the boss"s face:

“That policeman fell asleep right after he left. The boss must be really tired.”

“Hehehe, how can I not be tired? I"m almost drained by you.”