Midnight Bookstore Chapter 145 – Ridiculous And Classy

The sky was about to brighten. This meant that Zhou Ze and the old Daoist priest were actually standing on this side of the lawn for a very long time.

Thankfully, there were not many people walking around the dormitory at this time, so no one noticed that there were two people standing there foolishly.

Otherwise, if something unexpected happened, there would be no way to deal with it. For example, the reason why Iron Crutch Li had possessed the body of the dead beggar was because his body had encountered an accident when he had wandered out.

The old Daoist priest sat in the carriage and took out the tumbler from the carriage. He rubbed his knees. At this moment, he was a little confused. The illusion from before and the reality of the present kept disturbing him. He did not know what was real and what was fake.

Just like when a person had just come ash.o.r.e after swimming, he felt like he was not used to gravity.

Zhou Ze also sat in the pa.s.senger seat. In front of him was the notebook.

The cover of the notebook was blue. It was very low-key and normal.

“Boss, what is going on? How did it become like that just by looking at a laptop?”

The old Daoist priest had always been curious about this. For some reason, after he entered the school with the boss, a part of his memory was erased, and he entered Block B.

In fact,

Block B does not exist.

The dormitory manager did not exist. The boy with half his body, Zhao Baogang who was walking upside down, the auntie who added water to the hot water bottle, and so on did not exist.

However, the feeling of 'seamless connection' was too scary.

“Have you heard of Painting Wall?” Zhou Ze asked.

“I've seen movies,” the old Daoist answered.

“It's a story from 'Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio'.” Zhou Ze leaned his head against the chair. “It's about the same thing, but in that story, people entered the world of murals, and this time, we entered the world inside this notebook. If I'm not wrong, the notebook should be filled with fountain pen drawings. Everything we saw in that dormitory building was drawn here.”

“Is it that exaggerated?”

“There's only one question left. What the h.e.l.l is that Sun Qiu?”

If Zhou Ze still did not realize Sun Qiu's problem, then he would have wasted his time.

From the time the man entered the bookstore to telling the story to the time when he and the old Taoist entered Pingchao High School and were led by a black cat to find the notebook, the whole thing had been linked.

Someone was guiding and manipulating him from behind, like they were waiting for this to happen.

This feeling was very uncomfortable. Normal people would not want to be someone else's puppet.

The scene of the girl that he saw when he was' closing 'the notebook reminded him of the little girl from the countryside. She was cute, innocent, hungry, and obedient.

Even Bai Yingying was knocked down and tied up.

Previously, Zhou Ze had thought that she was a mysterious expert who did good deeds without leaving a name. Who knew that she was actually not that simple.

Zhou Ze could guess the purpose of the six fountain pens he found in the dormitory building, especially the one about the old Daoist priest.

Painting was like a movie. They were all fake, and they did not exist in a strict sense. The images and characters in the painting could naturally be unrestrained.

For example, the dormitory building could be bent, or the ghosts that appeared one after another inside it could be bent without any reason, but a fake was a fake, so how could it be real?

Let a living person die inside. In a fake world, letting a real living person die would allow the fake to have the ability to influence reality.

It was like some financing scam. Their gimmick and promotion were all fake, but they were able to attract financing in reality and swindle a large amount of money. In the end, whether it was real or fake did not matter. It had successfully stirred up trouble in reality.

And because he was a 'dead person', he was not considered a living person, so the main character of the painting became the old Daoist.

Zhou Ze rubbed between his eyebrows. To be honest, this matter was a little out of the blue. Furthermore, the feeling of being watched and schemed against was not good.

“Meow!”

A cat meow sounded, and the old Daoist priest who was wiping the medicinal wine in the driver's seat suddenly froze. He quickly looked out of the window. On the bridge not far away, there was a black cat crouching there, its eyes like sapphires as it looked over.

“Oh my, this cat ran out again.”

The old Daoist priest was more sensitive to things like cats. He recalled that he had suggested catching the black cat back then because he had a white cat beside his previous boss. He felt that if Zhou Ze had a black cat with him, he could effectively upgrade his B exp.

Zhou Ze got out of the car and looked over. He was still holding the notebook in his hand. On the opposite side of the notebook was a picture of a black cat.

The black cat was almost a hundred meters away from Zhou Ze. It licked its paws as if it had not had enough. Just now, it was just a little bit away from using the old Taoist priest.

Zhou Ze did not run over to catch the cat, and he was too lazy to play hide-and-seek with it. He took out a lighter, lit a flame, and moved the bottom of the notebook closer.

Screw your schemes.

I'll just burn it!

The black cat was stunned. It did not expect Zhou Ze to have such a reaction. Its body tensed up and it leaped over. Its black body flew on the cement road and pounced at Zhou Ze.

Sure enough,

Is this black cat similar to the spirit of this notebook?

Buzz!

The nails on Zhou Ze's left hand grew out and he grabbed at the black cat that was pouncing at him.

Pu!

The black cat was sent flying by Zhou Ze and landed on the ground. Its body started to turn illusory, and it looked very uncomfortable. It was much weaker than Zhou Ze had expected.

“Hey, are you really going to burn it?”

A girl's voice came from behind Zhou Ze. He turned around and saw a little girl sitting on the roof of his car. Her legs were shaking like she was watching a show.

She had been watching the show from the beginning to the end.

The old Daoist poked his head out of the car. Before he could look up, a foot stepped on him.

“Ah, it hurts!”

The old Daoist priest pulled his head back in pain.

The old Daoist priest was really asking for it. The girl was sitting in the car with her legs swaying. If you stuck your head out and looked up, wouldn't you be gone?

“Who exactly are you?” Zhou Ze asked.

“I was just pa.s.sing by, and I'm about to leave Tong City. I just wanted to remind you that this notebook is much more valuable than you think. It was only contaminated, and it was picked up by a student who knows how to draw, and he painted so many ghost stories about the dormitory.

Coupled with the negative emotions and resentment from the students at this school, it had become like that.

“However, its function is much higher than this. Its function is not limited to VR gla.s.ses.”

“Why should I believe you?” Zhou Ze asked.

The girl jumped out of the car and walked to Zhou Ze.

A half-smile.

His eyes were like stars. He was like a completely different person from the silly girl from the countryside who had walked into his bookstore.

“Hehe, this is fun. You look really fun.”

The girl reached out to touch Zhou Ze's face.

Zhou Ze's eyes narrowed slightly, but he did not resist or refuse.

Her palm was very cold. To be honest, it was not very comfortable.

As the little girl touched it, she raised her head and heaved a sigh of relief. “Do you know? This is a Dharma artifact of a judge. It is a Yin Yang Booklet that has lost its quality.”

Zhou Ze shook his head, indicating that he did not know.

He was a temporary worker.

He would only be considered an official ghost official after he became an official official official. Then, he would have to slowly work his way up to the constable level. After that, it would be the inspection and then the judge.

It could be said that the rank of a judge was too distant for Zhou Ze.

“Without me isolating the influence of this book, it would only be limited to one dormitory. Tell me, how long do you think it will take for you to realize that what you're looking at is actually a painting? The place you're at is actually fake?

The little girl seemed to be talking to herself.

“I'm leaving. The ring and notebook from last time can be considered my gift to you. Take good care of them. They will be useful in the future.”

The little girl reached out and grabbed the black cat that had just been sent flying by Zhou Ze. It turned into a black light and flew into the girl's palm. Then, the little girl placed it into the notebook.

At the same time, Sun Qiu, who had been reading inside the room, suddenly disappeared. The book that he had been holding earlier fell to the ground.

“Keep it well. This thing might be broken now, but it's still useful. In the future, you can even catch some ghosts inside.

“For example, erotic ghost or something. When you want to, you can go in and take a look. In terms of experience, it will definitely surpa.s.s the current VR adult technology.”

The girl retracted her hand and looked at Zhou Ze again.

“I'm going down now. If you come up again, it'll be difficult. You can try to keep a low profile. Of course, there's no need to make yourself suffer. Forget it. After your previous life, you've gotten used to it.”

“You know me?” Zhou Ze asked.

“Hmm, do you still think that you were the real you in your past life?” the little girl asked.

“If you want to tell me about your past life, it's too cliché and melodramatic,” Zhou Ze said.

“Then let me tell you a more ridiculous story. I do know you from my previous life.” The girl blinked and looked at Zhou Ze.

“Then, you raped me.”

“…” Zhou Ze.

“How is it? Is it campy?”

Zhou Ze nodded.

“Were you this young back then?” Zhou Ze asked.

He wanted to know if he was such a beast in his previous life.

The little girl smiled until she bent down.

Then, he slowly grew up.

A thin layer of black fog shrouded her.

No one could see her face clearly, but she did look like an adult woman.

Zhou Ze felt a little better.

Fortunately,

He was not that beastly.

However…

What Zhou Ze could not see was the face of the woman in the black fog. It was the face of an old woman whose wrinkles were chilling.

The old woman wore a dark gold robe and a red crown on her head. She had an endless amount of grace and grace, but her face was truly incompatible with her figure and temperament. It was like an extremely perfect piece of art that had been forcefully destroyed and twisted.

“I'll wait for you. I'll wait for you slowly. I'll wait for you to climb up step by step. I'll wait for the day you return to the netherworld to be sealed. I'll wait for you to remember some things from your previous life.”

“Don't be like that. You'll make me feel like I'm on the wrong set. We're not filming 'The Legend of Immortal Sword'.”

“At that time, I will torture you to death and personally throw you into the path of beasts. Only then will I have the pleasure of revenge.

“Your growth is too slow, so slow that I can't stand it anymore. I can only give you a few good things to make you fat faster.”

“…” Zhou Ze.

Suddenly, he felt that he might as well go to the wrong set.

“Hehehe…”

The woman's body and the black fog around her disappeared into the ground.

She left.

He left without hesitation.

The door was opened, and the old Daoist priest walked out, rubbing his face.

He snorted at the spot where the woman had disappeared.

“Ha, women.”