Late Night Bookstore

Zhang Yanfeng came by car, and was sitting in the car of the tall, thin policewoman. When she got out of the car, Officer Zhang's legs were soft, with bloodshot eyes, and messy hair and shoulders were mixed with grass and wood chips.

When pushing the door in, Zhang Yanfeng shouted for a cup of coffee, then yawned heavily.

"Don't know, thought you had just returned from the field."

Boss Zhou took a small spoon and stirred the coffee in front of him;

In the past, Zhou Ze felt that there was no difference between good coffee and Nestlé instant coffee. When he was a doctor, he used to be busy with his feet, and he did not rely on coffee to support his life.

But I don’t know if it’s a change of mind or good or bad coffee.

The taste of drinking coffee now is really different from before.

"Trick, don't slander my reputation."

Zhang Yanfeng directly picked up the coffee that Zhou Ze had just added sugar and stirred in one drink.

Then smash it, smash it, mouth,

It’s like taking a big sip of cool white,

Interpreting deeply,

What is cow chewing peony.

The small spoon in Zhou Ze's hand fell to the ground,

Shivering slightly.

This is his cat shit............

"It's really boring to drink this coffee. You don't panic if you drink this every day? I'm not happy to drink this every day."

"I don't know if you drink this greasy every day, but you will definitely be investigated because of economic problems."

"Oh shit."

Zhang Yanfeng reached out and rubbed his hair,

"You said no, you didn't sleep all night, and you wandered around in the woods all night. You didn't know how many fell. He just couldn't find the grave."

Zhou Ze was a little surprised and asked, "That dead man's grave?"

"Yeah, I didn't find it."

"They didn't tell the truth?"

"I took them with me and I didn't find them

Tongcheng is such a big place, and it is not the old forest or the old mountain ditch in the northeast or Sichuan. Several of them had sealed the tomb, but they should not be found, but in fact it is. Not found.

The police dogs were dispatched, they didn't find anything at all, and everyone was arrested. Those who ought to confess also confessed, and there was no need to lie? "

Officer Zhang spread his hands,

He was busy all night.

Immediately, he realized that Zhou Ze called him to come, and immediately said:

"What are you looking for me for?"

"Yellow hair is dead."

"Oh." Zhang Yanfeng's eyes glared sharply, scolding: "You killed?"

"........." Zhou Ze.

Shaking his head, Zhang Yanfeng calmed down and asked, "Where is the body?"

"I only know that he is dead."

Yes,

The human soul is coming,

Has been sent to the reincarnation by boss Zhou,

The last trace of Huang Mao’s stay in this world is not his strong anti-mattism,

It is the four thousandths of extra performance on boss Zhou's ghost card.

"The body was handled by you?" Zhang Yanfeng asked.

"I didn't see the body, but I can be sure that he is dead. If you still don't understand, I can give you a detailed introduction to my work."

"Don't stop!"

Zhang Yanfeng immediately raised his hand and motioned to boss Zhou to stop.

He also wanted to continue to live a normal life, even if he knew that Zhou Ze's identity was unusual, but he refused to be directly impacted and the world view collapsed.

"Can you find where he died?" Zhang Yanfeng asked.

Zhou Ze shook his head.

At this time, the old man on one side raised his hand silently and said timidly:

"I know."

………………

When I went, the old lady drove, and the policewoman asked Zhang Yanfeng to go back to rest.

Xu Qinglang's Nissan has almost become a public car in the bookstore. He always loves this car when he is old, but as his coma does not wake up, the car is also being ruined.

Sitting in the back seat, Zhou Ze and Officer Zhang held a cigarette in each hand and swallowed the clouds.

"Lao Zhou, is this a supernatural event?

The two suspects didn't lie, I could tell, and when they didn't find the tomb themselves, the shocked expression was not pretended. "

"You have been a policeman for so many years, haven't you met?"

"It's really rare, but we can now write into the supernatural event as a secret file of the police station.

It says,

On a certain day in a certain year and a certain month, a police officer named Zhang relied on a mysterious boss who opened a bookstore to solve the case. "

"Generally this kind of plot is that your son discovered my existence when you came to investigate your cause after your accidental death,

Then came to me to ask the truth about his father’s death,

I will give your son a little message in the clouds,

This is convenient for screenwriter water plot. "

"........." Zhang Yanfeng.

The atmosphere is a bit awkward.

The old driver of the car smiled "Hey" in his heart. People chatting to death, and the boss can chatting to death.

Soon, the car arrived at the location, in the next town, close to the elevated road, saying that it was far away from the urban area, it was indeed a bit far away, but in fact, you can get there quickly when you drive, and you will come out around the elevated circle around the city.

"White Swan Ballroom."

Zhou Ze glanced out of the car window, and the neon sign on the second floor shone brightly. In this rural town, it seemed very tall.

Especially in the early morning hours,

There are many people under and above this ballroom.

"This is a sand dance hall." Lao Tao explained.

"Sand Dance?" Zhang Yanfeng couldn't understand it.

"Oh, this is the saying from Sichuan. When I was working in Sichuan before, I didn't go too much. According to the saying here, it should be called veneer dance or touch dance."

With an explanation,

It's easy to understand.

The old lady is afraid that the latter two can’t understand it. He continued: "If you sing in there, everyone dances, everyone who enters will have to pay ten yuan for the entrance ticket, both men and women, and then the man picks the woman in it and picks her. You will dance with you, and you will be charged according to the tune. A tune is ten dollars or twenty dollars.

Rongcheng is cheaper, with 10 yuan each, and Tongcheng belongs to the Jiangsu, Zhejiang, and Shanghai shipping area, and the price is expensive. Here is 20 yuan.

The black and white men and women danced together, and the men could still feel the same. They had an addiction, and the money was not lost. Many girls came to work part-time, not for girls. "

Boss Zhou and Officer Zhang, like two students, nodded while listening.

"This is a sideline."

Zhang Yanfeng sighed instinctively.

Because after entering, he found that it was still quite formal, with posters everywhere: "Prohibition of pornographic gambling".

Several uniformed guards with red armbands are maintaining order.

This kind of place, which is a dance hall, also has its own license procedures, just like some KTVs, it is a legitimate entertainment place, but whether there are things that are unfair or playing the side ball, everyone knows it.

The old man pays money and three tickets. After entering, the ballroom was divided into two pieces in a clear way. The light in one area is very bright, and the normal dance is dancing below, which is a bit like the elderly ballroom dance on the sunset red square.

In another area, the lights are very dark, and a group of men and women are cuddling together.

On the periphery, there are also many men who are looking for objects on a walk, and there are rows and rows of girls waiting there to be selected.

"Black smoke."

Zhang Yanfeng commented.

Immediately, he looked at the old way and asked:

"You take us to see this?"

He is a policeman. It would be embarrassing if an acquaintance finds himself here. If he takes a picture, he can even be used as a proof of attacking your life style.

"upstairs."

Said, the old man led the two people to a corner and went up the building. There was a maid sitting there on the stairs and squashing melon seeds. When I saw the three old men coming up, I was puzzled and reached out to stop.

"Why?" asked the aunt.

"Fuck!"

The old man answered.

Speaking,

Lao Dao also pointed his finger to Zhang Yanfeng and his boss,

The aunt showed a clear look, then waved her hand and motioned them to go up.

There is nothing on it, it is a basically abandoned floor, but you can see scattered sets everywhere on the ground, and there is a white sticky liquid with the taste of salted fish and seafood.

Not far away, there were several couples of men and women busy there.

"Black smoke."

Zhang Yanfeng continued.

"I don't control the ballroom downstairs here, but can I still manage to open the house?"

Then, he pointed to the horn above which was filled with lyrical music, and the music was synchronized with the music of the ballroom downstairs.

Zhou Ze supported the railing with his hands. The view here is good and the floors are quite high. In front is the viaduct and there are plenty of traffic.

"What the **** are you looking for us to see!"

Zhang Yanfeng can't stand it anymore~www.novelmtl.com~He is a policeman. It doesn't matter if he came here when he was a pornographic gangster, but now he sneaks in his plain clothes. He really feels uncomfortable.

"Wait, the song that Huang Mao sang before, I have heard it here before, and I found it pretty good. I searched the lyrics on the Internet and found that this song was not found. Then I asked the person here and asked, saying This song was sung by their boss once drunk on KTV. It will be as unpleasant as it is unpleasant, and it will be used on it later."

After the introduction,

Lao Tao shouted hurriedly to the aunt who was looking at the stairs below: "Hey, sister, I saw a police car over there!"

The aunt stared at him, and he did not doubt him, and this kind of thing would rather kill a thousand by mistake rather than let go of one, and immediately took out her mobile phone to make a call.

In less than half a minute,

Zhou Ze, Zhang Yanfeng, and the three old people who were still playing music on their heads suddenly changed a tune,

"Trumpet, Suona, Qu'er is small.

Widow, sister prostitute, Donger tight buttocks wide.

Brother went in, brother came out again,

Brother went in again..."

The tear of singing,

It's a ghost crying wolf howling,

It's really a masterpiece of a drunk man shouting into the microphone.

And at this time,

Zhou Ze immediately ran out in front of a couple of men and women. Everyone was in a panic. They ran down quickly while organizing their clothes. The speed was very fast. One of the men’s belt was not fastened. After running for a while, the pants fell down and tripped directly. A follow up.

Listening to this unpleasant song,

Seeing the people running in panic,

Lao Dao's eyes began to grow deeper and deeper,

As if looking around with eyes,

It's all me who was twenty days ago...