Chapter 366 Art

Zhang Yanfeng pushed open the door of the bookstore and walked in, leaving the door open since it was business hours.

The little loli was sitting behind the counter, holding a spoon and pressing it against her tongue, probing and seemingly pondering something.

She had told Zhou Ze before that ghost servants couldn't cultivate, but that didn't mean their abilities couldn't be developed and explored further.

She had experienced this firsthand.

More than half a year ago in Rongcheng, the one they, a group of ghost servants, had chased after in a panic had returned with the white cat in less than a month and launched a counterattack. She still remembered that scene.

Therefore, the little loli, who was preoccupied with her tongue, didn't notice that Lao Zhang had returned. Her subconscious mind had registered it, but she assumed it was an employee of the bookstore returning, not a stranger, so she didn't pay attention.

The old Daoist was sitting on the sofa, using a needle and thread to mend clothes for the little monkey.

The little monkey was mischievous and liked to jump around, so his clothes often got holes or torn. If they could be mended, the old Daoist would tie them up together and sew them.

The old Daoist used to know a big sister who worked at a hair salon in the Gangzha district of Tongcheng. The old Daoist often patronized her. She was even more skilled and had helped the old Daoist mend his Daoist robe twice.

Her son was a little mentally challenged, and her husband was lazy and didn't want to work back home, not even tilling the fields. Helpless, she had to come out to make a living and support her family.

Later, her husband took her son to bathe in the river when the tide came in, and they both drowned.

When the old Daoist went to look for the big sister again, her colleagues said that she had cried all night after hearing the news and had checked out the next day and gone back to her mother's house.

While thinking of her, he mended the small clothes in his hands.

Perhaps,

This is youth,

Perhaps,

This is life.

Having lived to seventy-one years old, even though he didn't have any children, the old Daoist's emotional life couldn't be considered monotonous. The glamorous and beautiful women looked down on him, and the so-called club models and escorts were not his thing.

He preferred older women who worked ordinary jobs;

They had a common language, fellow wanderers, and could comfort each other.

Zhang Yanfeng walked up to the old Daoist. He wanted to ask the old Daoist what he should eat, because he couldn't stomach ordinary food.

He also wanted to ask the old Daoist where he should sleep, because he seemed to realize that he couldn't fall asleep at all.

He declined the banquet and indicated that he needed some time alone. He came out of the police station through the back door, saying he just wanted to get some air.

The police station leaders understood this. Having used a fake identity to infiltrate a criminal group was like experiencing a completely different life.

Now that the undercover mission was successfully completed, coming out of it again was another trance.

It was just like in the early Qing Dynasty when people were told to choose between their hair and their head, and a group of people still fought to the death for their hairstyles. In the Republic of China, when the military police went to the streets to forcibly cut queues, a group of people still cried and wailed for the same reason.

When people stay in a specific environment for a long time, they develop inertia.

Of course, the police station leaders thought so, but in reality, Zhang Yanfeng simply wanted to return to the bookstore to ask about the specific situation and share his current joy with Zhou Ze.

Reborn, I'm still a policeman. This is good news, the best possible news.

"Old Daoist, where's Zhou Ze?" Zhang Yanfeng asked.

He wanted to ask where the boss was.

But on second thought, he still couldn't bring himself to say the word "boss." After all, he wasn't used to it, even though everyone else in the bookstore called Zhou Ze "boss." Zhang Yanfeng was just shy.

"Oh, he and Lao An went to the police station," the old Daoist replied without looking up.

"What are they doing at the police station?" Zhang Yanfeng asked.

"To save you."

"Save me?"

"That's right, weren't you arrested? They were planning to break into the prison..."

At this point,

The old Daoist suddenly raised his head,

Looked at Zhang Yanfeng in front of him, and then screamed:

"Ahhhhh!!!!!

Why are you back!!!"

"I..."

"Call the boss, hurry, hurry!" the old Daoist immediately shouted at the little loli behind the counter.

Little did he know that the old Daoist's scream

Made the little loli, who was still concentrating on probing her tongue with the spoon, tremble violently. The spoon went straight in.

The little loli desperately slapped the counter with one hand and tried to pull the spoon out with the other,

Her whole face flushed red.

"Pop!"

Finally,

She managed to pull the spoon out.

The little loli looked at the old Daoist with a gloomy face and said in a deep voice:

"Are you in a hurry to be reincarnated!"

"......" the old Daoist.

Despite the little loli's anger, the old Daoist could only smile awkwardly, immediately took out his phone, and called the boss. The call was connected, and after explaining the situation, it was hung up.

The old Daoist breathed a sigh of relief,

It seemed that the boss and the others hadn't started breaking into the prison yet.

Yes,

Boss Zhou and Lawyer An were delayed for a while because of something. It seemed that a special event started in the evening and ended late at night. Many police officers were transferred from the nearby municipal bureau, which led to double the number of police officers and vehicles coming and going in the Tongcheng police station late at night.

Zhou Ze and Lawyer An could only wait patiently.

Lawyer An wasn't the only one who knew how to use the black fog trick; Zhou Ze did too. However, it was still safer to do it when there were fewer people around. If they ran into a few old criminal police officers with heavy baleful aura, they might be seen through.

After all, Boss Zhou and Lawyer An wanted to break into the prison in a civilized way. It would be best to do it quietly and silently, without confronting the violent apparatus of the state.

As they waited, they received a call from the old Daoist.

Hearing that Zhang Yanfeng had safely returned to the bookstore,

Zhou Ze and An Buqi exchanged glances,

And saw each other breathe a sigh of relief.

It was already three or four in the morning when they returned to the bookstore. Zhang Yanfeng was sitting on the sofa, his eyes closed, but he was obviously unable to sleep.

Zhou Ze walked in, instructed Yingying to pour him a cup of coffee, and then sat down in front of Lao Zhang.

Lao Zhang opened his eyes, looked at Zhou Ze, and then smiled.

"I'm an undercover agent. Actually, I'm still a policeman."

"You're still a policeman?"

"Yes, but not in Tongcheng, but in Yancheng next door. I've been undercover for three years."

"Congratulations." Zhou Ze then looked at Lawyer An beside him, "So, the body you took was the corpse of an undercover policeman. They weren't fighting among themselves, but the undercover agent was discovered and killed."

Lawyer An shrugged. "How would I know? But thinking about it, it's quite interesting. A policeman died and was resurrected in another policeman's body. You could call it fate."

As he spoke,

Lawyer An patted Lao Zhang on the shoulder,

"You're a policeman in both lives, so just keep being your policeman."

"I'll try to apply for a transfer to Tongcheng, but it will take some time," Lao Zhang said. "And I'll have a long vacation, so I can stay in the bookstore during this time."

"Well, get used to life first. Tonight, let Lao An teach you how to meditate. People like us who are possessed by亡魂 (wanghun, wandering souls) can't sleep, and we also have a hard time accepting ordinary food. If you don't want to be hooked up to a glucose IV every day, you can ask Lao Xu to make you some sour plum juice tomorrow. Drink a big gulp of sour plum juice before eating, and then you'll be able to suppress the nausea and eat something."

Lao Zhang nodded, so that's how it was.

"Okay, that's it for today. We can close up and rest."

Boss Zhou yawned and prepared to take a shower and go to sleep.

Who would have thought that a customer would come at this time? And a familiar one, Zhang Feng.

When Lao Zhang saw his son walk over, he thought of the old man from last night and immediately stood up in fright.

"My son... my son..."

Zhou Ze glanced at him and comforted him, "He's not dead. He's alive."

Lao Zhang breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed.

He was really worried that something had happened to his son and he had come over to be reincarnated.

"Boss Zhou, are you there?" Zhang Feng pushed the door open and asked as he walked in.

Has he really come to our door?

Zhou Ze remembered that Zhang Feng had said that his father had told him over the phone that there was a notebook in the safe at home.

"Old Daoist, take care of the guest."

Zhou Ze was too lazy to pay attention to this guy and went upstairs before the other party recognized him as the doctor.

The old Daoist immediately came over, served tea, and explained the minimum spending here. Zhang Feng wasn't stingy about this and paid the money first.

"The boss isn't here. If you have anything, you can talk to him."

The old Daoist pointed to Zhang Yanfeng sitting next to him.

Zhang Yanfeng also stood up at this time and sat down in front of his son.

The two of them sat there awkwardly.

Little Zhang didn't speak,

And Lao Zhang didn't speak either.

Little Zhang was uneasy about the description of this bookstore recorded in the notebook left by his father.

When he first looked at the notebook, he thought his father had just watched some horror movie or read some horror novel and was so excited that he wrote the story himself.

But on second thought, given his father's artistic talents, he probably wouldn't bother to do such a thing.

So, with extremely uneasy feelings, he came to the door.

Lao Zhang wasn't sure how he should face his son. Should he tell him the truth or hide it?

He hadn't had time to ask Zhou Ze about it, and Zhou Ze had already left.

The two Zhangs just stared at each other,

Looking and looking,

Lao Zhang's eyes became wet, and he reached out to wipe away his tears, but the more he wiped, the more tears there were.

When Little Zhang saw Lao Zhang crying, he didn't know why, and he started crying too.

The two of them just sat facing each other,

Without saying a word,

Wiping away their tears vigorously.

Lao Zhang looked at Little Zhang in confusion,

Why are you crying?

Little Zhang also looked at Lao Zhang in confusion,

Why are you crying?

The little loli crossed her legs and whispered to the old Daoist next to her, "Has he revealed his identity?"

The old Daoist shook his head.

"Then why are they crying?"

"Performance art, I've seen it before."