"Liu Haonan isn't from Tongcheng; he's from..."

"I've been thinking, if I had insisted on dragging him out to the internet cafe to play games with me that day by treating him to a late-night snack, perhaps he wouldn't have stayed in the dormitory and been murdered by the killer."

Inside the teahouse,

Zhou Feng spoke with tears in his eyes.

It seemed his relationship with Liu Haonan was indeed close, and he was truly saddened by Liu Haonan's death. His earlier actions of discovering Zhou Ze entering the crime scene without authorization and apprehending him were likely motivated by a desire to avenge his good friend.

"Mr. Xu, I've said everything. Will this be helpful for you in analyzing the case and finding the murderer?"

Zhou Feng looked at Zhou Ze with anticipation.

He had just shared every detail he could think of.

He knew the gap between himself and true investigative experts. Since this Mr. Xu had been invited by the late veteran criminal police captain Zhang Yanfeng to be a consultant for the police bureau, he must be a very remarkable detective.

Zhou Ze took a sip of tea and glanced at the setting sun outside. So much time had passed; it was almost evening.

"Helpful, right, Mr. Xu?"

Zhou Feng continued to ask.

"Hmm..."

Zhou Ze was taken aback and only then noticed that the young man in front of him was still looking at him with anticipation.

"Basically, not very useful."

"..." Zhou Feng.

"Alright, your school has evening self-study sessions, right? Go attend them."

Zhou Ze stood up, preparing to leave.

Honestly,

the life details of a dead fat宅 (zhai, otaku) weren't very appealing. If Yingying hadn't been away, Zhou Ze might have fallen asleep while listening to this young man's story.

In Zhou Ze's opinion, sitting here patiently and listening to a young man's tearful account was already the greatest care he could give to the flowers of the motherland.

"This..."

Zhou Feng didn't expect that after speaking for almost the entire afternoon, he would receive this evaluation.

"Oh, right, did you bring money? Settle the bill," Zhou Ze asked.

"Oh, yes, Mr. Xu."

Zhou Feng was somewhat dejected, but he still took out his wallet, went to the front desk to pay the bill, and then left the teahouse in a daze.

Zhou Ze stretched and yawned heavily. He took out his phone and dialed the little loli's number:

"Hey, where are you?"

"I'm at the bookstore."

"You didn't wait for me and went back alone?"

"Have you looked at the time? Who knows where you went gallivanting again."

Just as Zhou Ze was about to hang up, the ghost-errand certificate on his body suddenly trembled. He took out the certificate, glanced at it, and saw that it was flashing with a blue light. He opened it and found a photo and a name on the latest page.

The photo showed a middle-aged man with a gaunt face and somewhat empty, lifeless eyes.

The name was: Gu He.

Most importantly, the job information in the bottom line,

clearly marked: Butou (Constable).

Hmm,

Ghost Constable?

Wasn't this the position he wanted to upgrade to next?

"Did you receive a summons?" The little loli on the other end of the phone had obviously also looked at her own ghost-errand certificate.

"What the hell is this?"

Zhou Ze asked.

"A Constable is issuing a summons, summoning nearby ghost-errands to help. I think it's very likely to deal with this incident."

"Like when you went to Rongcheng last time?"

"Pretty much."

This kind of summons was similar to shooting a signal flare, calling for reinforcements from all directions.

Of course,

it also depended on the Constable's popularity. If it was the kind of Constable who was good at networking and knew how to treat people, more people might come. After all, there was also "favoritism" among ghost-errands.

Of course, if it was the kind of Constable who had outstanding abilities and strength, even if they didn't know how to treat people, they could still summon many ghost-errands because everyone knew that following them meant getting a share of the rewards.

As for those moronic Constables, probably no one except their direct subordinates would bother with them.

"It seems this matter isn't simple," the little loli said on the other end of the phone.

"Only one person needs to go, right?" Zhou Ze asked.

"Whether you go or not, it's just a formality. Sending one person is already giving him face."

"Then you go. I want to go back and rest."

"Alright, I'll head out later. There are two dots on the back of the ghost-errand certificate, one red and one blue. The blue dot represents our own location, and the red dot represents the summoner's location. Just find it like a radar."

Zhou Ze flipped over his ghost-errand certificate and took a look, somewhat surprised, "Why is there only a blue dot on my back?"

The other end of the phone was silent for a moment.

The little loli coughed twice,

and said:

"That means the blue dot perfectly covers the red dot. In other words, the Constable who summoned nearby ghost-errands is in the same place as the boss."

"..." Zhou Ze.

"Boss, since you're already there, I won't go, bye-bye."

The phone hung up,

very quickly and decisively, as if afraid that Zhou Ze would say "no."

Actually, it wasn't that the little loli was lazy. She used to be quite enthusiastic about participating in these gatherings and doing tasks with other ghost-errands. These tasks were often very safe, and everyone could share a lot of merit points, which was much more cost-effective than sitting at home waiting for ghosts to come and deliver those measly scraps.

But since that night in Rongcheng, after the little loli personally witnessed a group of ghost-errands killing each other in front of her, the scene of their disappearance had left a bit of a shadow and resistance in her heart.

Zhou Ze really wanted to find a reason not to go,

because he was lazy,

too lazy to make friends with outside ghost-errands,

too lazy to get to know the so-called Constables.

After being a recluse for so long, being the boss in his own bookstore for so long, being the king of his own little kingdom was so comfortable that he developed a sense of repulsion towards socializing.

But there really was no reason,

the Constable who issued the summons,

was in the very teahouse he was in now,

he was so close, how could he justify going back and asking the little loli to replace him?

Holding the ghost-errand certificate, he closed his eyes and sensed it.

Zhou Ze walked step by step towards the private rooms,

and stopped in front of a private room,

reached out,

and pushed the door open directly.

Inside the private room,

sat two men and one woman.

The gaunt man named Gu He was wearing a white jacket, sitting in a chair with his eyes closed and a stern expression.

A man and a woman next to him both looked quite young. One was wearing a blue dress and looked like a female college student, sitting there peeling oranges;

the other was leaning there playing a mobile game, having a great time.

When Zhou Ze walked in,

the man and woman next to him looked at Zhou Ze with some confusion.

Gu He also opened his eyes and looked at Zhou Ze, then smiled:

"Not bad hiding your aura."

Yes,

the two ghost-errands didn't initially detect that Zhou Ze was also a ghost-errand.

Because Zhou Ze had that pen in his body. Although the main function of the pen now was to seal that consciousness, it also had a good effect on concealing Zhou Ze's aura.

The main thing was that after seeing Lawyer An's means of hiding his aura last time, Zhou Ze asked Lawyer An to make a playing card for him to seal the leakage of his aura.

Because,

it was really too embarrassing before.

Others could tell at a glance that he was a ghost or a ghost-errand,

but when he ate with ghosts or brushed past them, he couldn't tell whether the other party was a human or a ghost.

This ghost-errand,

was too aggrieved.

Now, at least for the moment, the effect was good.

Zhou Ze glanced at the faces of the three people inside and found an empty seat next to him to sit down.

He didn't introduce himself, didn't say hello, and just sat there with his legs crossed.

The two ghost-errands next to him looked at Zhou Ze curiously,

even Gu He, as the Constable, looked at Zhou Ze a few more times, coughed twice, and said, "Let me introduce myself. I'm Gu He, a Constable from Hangzhou."

"Yueya, ghost-errand from Suzhou."

"Li Sen, ghost-errand from Wuxi."

Zhou Ze nodded, indicating that he knew.

The other three people present were stunned.

What are you nodding for?

Damn it,

who is the superior and who is the subordinate?

We've all introduced ourselves, what about you?

Zhou Ze realized belatedly and then said, "Zhou Ze, ghost-errand from Tongcheng."

Gu He smiled and nodded, saying, "There's one more person; they should be here soon."

As soon as he finished speaking,

the private room door was pushed open again,

and a large man walked in. The large man was about 1.9 meters tall, wearing a basketball jersey and basketball shoes, and holding a basketball in his hand.

"Oh, there are so many people here. My name is Zheng Qiang, a ghost-errand from Huaian."

"That's about enough."

Gu He stood up, his eyes sweeping over the four ghost-errands present, and said in a deep voice:

"If any other ghost-errands receive the summons and are willing to come, that's another matter. Now, let me explain the reason why I, as Constable, summoned everyone.

I think, except for this Zhou ghost-errand from Tongcheng, the rest of you followed that ghost all the way to Tongcheng."

Zhou Ze raised his eyebrows slightly.

Sure enough,

the ghost-errands from Wuxi, Suzhou, and Huaian must have arrived in Tongcheng before, otherwise they couldn't have rushed over so quickly after Gu He's summons. Flying wouldn't be that fast.

"That ghost is a bit troublesome because it can release and amplify certain desires in the human body, such as greed, anger, ignorance, hatred, and so on. It has already roamed in several places.

This time, it has appeared in Tongcheng, and we must intercept it. As for the merit points and so on, they will be distributed according to work. The Yin Division's ghost-errand certificate will record it itself. Does anyone have any other opinions?"

Roaming and committing crimes,

a joint multi-regional arrest operation,

the Yin Division's ghost-errand style is really so similar to the police in the Yang world.

"Is it really just a ghost?" Zhou Ze asked.

"At least, it's a ghost. What exactly it is will be determined after we catch it."

"Is its specific location now blocked?" Zheng Qiang, who was holding the basketball, asked.

"Yes, it's still in Tongcheng University. Last night, Constable Gu He and I set up barriers at the two main gates and three side gates of Tongcheng University. It can be confirmed that it's still inside the school."

"Locked in the university?"

Zhou Ze frowned. Wasn't this forcing that thing to continue causing trouble in the university?

"Yes, we're just waiting for it to strike again. Otherwise, we wouldn't be able to sense it at all.

Alright,

everyone,

tonight, we'll all lurk in the school together and wait for it to make its next move to catch it."

Zhou Ze really wanted to ask again, wouldn't the price be too high to lock a ghost that had been causing deaths in a university?

But Yueya suddenly reached out and poked Zhou Ze's arm,

reminding him in a low voice:

"It's said that Constable Gu He failed the college entrance exam in his previous life."

………………

On the Favorite Character Ranking,

Yingying, representing our bookstore, has already reached ninth place!

Everyone is very supportive!

I hope you continue to support us.

Now it seems,

Late Night Bookstore is a self-biography of Bai Yingying's struggle,

telling the inspirational story of how a female zombie advances from a supporting role to the heroine,

and then PKs to knock out the protagonist and leap to become the protagonist,

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