Late Night Bookstore

The snow is still falling;

People around,

Began to decrease,

Like a movie theater that broke up,

Growing depression.

Zhou Ze has been standing on the spot, letting the snow slowly cover it, slowly building him into a "snowman".

The person who smashed the car is gone,

The onlookers were gone,

Those who fell to the ground are gone,

slowly,

The car is gone,

Between the world and the world, only this white piece is really clean;

The only dazzling thing was the red pool on the ground.

It looks like a stain, it can’t be washed away, it’s not wiped off,

It exists stubbornly,

It's so unsightly, so uncomfortable.

Among the red,

The old man kept shouting,

It seems to be venting a long time of repression.

"Now, do you know what I am?"

It seems like the vent is over,

Seems tired,

I feel bored and boring,

The old man stepped out of the red.

It was still the dress of the green coat, or the pair of muddy liberated shoes, or the image of an old farmer. He even sniffed his nose, wiped it with the back of his hand, and threw it to the ground.

Zhou Ze nodded.

"You are dead, that old man."

"Yes, he is dead, but I can't die. Every time I die, I have to come back, change someone, and come back."

The old man was on his hips, and he seemed to want to continue scolding again, but it seemed a bit like he couldn't move.

The old man is dead, but he still exists.

The master of Xu Qinglang is dead, but his master will continue to appear in the future.

He is a demon, drifting in the sky, he will fall, he will enter a person's body, Xu Qinglang's master is the last one, and therefore, that one is able to become profound, obsessive, and become a wanderer The Heavenly Master in the world, even the local ghosts dare not touch him.

A week ago, he appeared here and was killed by Zhou Ze. It was really killed, but the dead is only the master of Xu Qinglang. The real evil, the devil that created all this, he was just washed away. .

He hid in the dark corner and licked the wound slowly,

He hid in the crowd and silently regained his strength,

He is slowly waiting for time to pass, he is looking for the next possessor, this is his destiny, and his reincarnation, just like the little loli's group of ghosts who always find a boarding from **** into the sun. The body is justified.

he,

also need.

"Do you know how old I am?" the old man asked Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze shook his head.

"Very old, very old. When I was old, I almost forgot my original appearance. The storyteller said, "Everything is good!"

But I just couldn't figure it out, I couldn't understand it, and I couldn't find it. What is the meaning of my mother-in-law's existence? "

The old man said,

On the left side of his body, heavy snow disappeared and an old street appeared.

There are barks and small shops on the street,

There is also a platform on which people kneel.

"The farthest time in my memory, and the clearest one I remember, is this one."

Cai Shikou,

More and more people.

Unconsciously, Zhou Ze found that he was surrounded by people, everyone's clothes were basically gray, and there was a long braid behind his head,

Greasy,

Watery.

This scene seems familiar.

An executioner escorted the person to the stage, the knife had been sharpened, and the person had kneeled down.

The people watching underneath started crying and choking,

Some cover their eyes and dare not look at it,

Some covered their ears and dared not listen,

Some simply turned around and even dared not face it.

The autumn wind blew, the fallen leaves swept, and the executioner took a sip of wine and heard a cry from the audience.

The death row did not cry. He continued to kneel, but his waist was upright, and the people watching from below were crying for his misfortune, shaking his head, regretting, melancholy, and mourning for the death of life.

In front of Zhou Ze,

The old man's eyes were dull,

He came to Zhou Ze,

Reaching for Zhou Ze to sort out his collar, like a kind elder, he grinned and showed his yellow teeth, continued:

"I'm here to ask you for something."

"Say."

"I'm dead and I won't be able to come back in a short time, but maybe after a few years, more than ten years, or decades, I still have to come back.

So, I beg you, when I come back next time, kill me, OK?

There are some ancestral things in this guy's house. I tell you the location. If you go and see, you should be able to pick up some good stuff. It's eye-catching. Even if you play it, he is already dead anyway. "

"You shouldn't tell me this," Zhou Ze replied.

It should be right to the one in your body.

A strange smile appeared on the old man's face. He looked at Zhou Ze and licked his tongue, saying:

"the same."

"How long do you have to come back?"

"almost."

The old man showed an expression of "lifeless",

With a right hand wave,

A bridge appeared.

a line,

Split the two worlds,

On the left, is the food market mouth 100 years ago;

On the right is the modern bridge.

On the counter at Cai Shi Kou, there was an executioner holding a knife, and there were death rowers kneeling;

There is a man on the bridge crouching on the bridge, which may fall at any time.

A line divides the time of a century.

"People often say that time can change everything." The old man smiled bitterly: "But there are some things, even time is powerless, I feel that I will come back next time, not too long, you wait.

Can't say I'll go find you again when I come back next time. "

Under the bridge, many people gathered and watched. The large number of onlookers even paralyzed the operation of the bridge.

The police rushed to maintain order. They kept the cordon and let the onlookers step back and back, but the people in front squeezed forward and the people in the back pushed forward.

Everyone was just as active as going to the cinema to squeeze the bus to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy things.

Firefighters have already laid the ropes, ready to take the risk to save people.

"Jump, you jump!"

"Damn, don't jump yet, the sun is about to kill me!"

"I said, brother, do you really want to jump or not? I have a voice. If you don't, I have to go back and cook."

"Sparry, standard movements, smaller splashes, high technical movement scores!"

The people shouting below urged to vent their dissatisfaction, while holding a mobile phone, taking pictures and videos, and then posting Weibo circle of friends:

"So worried about him, why jump off the building, come down!"

"Life is very valuable. It is only once for everyone. I hope the brothers above can look away and come down early!"

"Come down, life will inevitably encounter twists and turns, nothing is invisible, you, your loved ones and friends will continue to support you, you and we will worry about you below!"

"I'm really worried about the brother above. Don't jump. Uncle fireman cheer, he must be rescued!"

Finished the post,

Put down the phone,

Everyone endures the sun exposure,

At the beginning, he hurriedly urged the hurried, swift, speedy, the sun is too dry, there are no umbrellas, and there is no convenience store to buy a bottle of ice Kuanle.

"One hundred years." The old man smiled and licked his lips.

"puff!"

On the left side of the line, the executioner's sword fell and the head rolled down.

"Boom!"

To the right of the line, the man jumped off the bridge and smashed into the water.

The world seems to be in a quiet state at this time,

A strange quiet.

then,

On both sides of the line,

Boiling together.

At Cai Shi Kou, a group of people ran over with blood in their hands holding buns, and the robbers shouted, "Human blood buns are used to cure all diseases!"

Over the bridge,

When the firefighters and the police were silent in silence for the death of a life, even crying and crying,

Several good people actually sneaked through the isolation zone and rushed to the body that was just salvaged, and opened the white canvas covered on the body.

Look at what it looks like after drowning.

All of these can be used for future conversations. For example, when drinking with a friend, you can brag that the man on the bridge jumped into the river and killed herself. The death was so miserable. I have seen it myself.

Both ends of the line,

One after another,

And it started to get chaotic.

To the end,

The figure of the old man is getting weaker and weaker. He spread his hands, but he was helpless and helpless.

"I want to die."

This is his last lament,

Then he waved to Zhou Ze,

"Goodbye, when I come back next time, please... kill me completely."

"Om....................."

All around,

Light and shadow began to tremble,

Zhou Ze raised his head in silence,

He was still standing in the bookstore's bathroom, still holding a towel to wipe his face, in front of him, still the mirror.

Behind him, there is no shadow or old man.

Zhou Ze was not dizzy, nor was he confused, nor was there any discomfort.

As the old man said, this is a simple illusion, so simple that Zhou Ze can easily wake up from it~www.wuxiaspot.com~ This simple illusion will naturally not bring any physiological impact to Zhou Ze. .

Continue to pick up the towel,

Wipe your face,

But the water on my face has already dried up,

Wipe it now,

Khan,

Cold sweat.

After stepping out of the bathroom, Zhou Ze sat down at his favorite window position. The afterglow of the setting sun shone here, dragging out a long shadow.

Most of the people in the bookstore that were originally busy were wounded on the second floor, and now boss Zhou is sitting alone.

Don't know what,

Zhou Ze felt a little cold,

It's a colder feeling than the night a week ago,

It is even comparable to how I felt when I first walked Huangquan Road,

Because this is the first time, Zhou Ze was exposed to this kind of thing.

It’s not a ghost,

It is not a creature,

It has no form, and even it does not know what it is,

But it looks like a demon, with wide eyes,

On this day,

Whether it’s windy or rainy, or grand,

It is watching everything below,

And always ready to wave his own demon wings,

Came down.

This gaze,

Known to last for a hundred years,

below,

May continue to continue,

I don't know how many hundred years it will last.

Just like the sentence in his body that he intentionally left after killing him:

"He is not dead yet..."

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