Midnight Bookstore Chapter 109 – : Should I Die?

Chapter 109: Should I Die?
“He's my father.”

A light sentence.

However, it seemed to have a deafening effect.

The middle-aged man took out a cigarette from his pocket and took a bite. He even gave one to Zhou Ze and the old Daoist.

The old Daoist priest did not move.

Zhou Ze calmly took the cigarette and lit it.

“What do you think? Have you thought it through?” the middle-aged man continued to persuade them. “Don't worry, I won't trick you. I can show you my order. When the time comes, you can just follow me.”

“You're such a good son.”

Zhou Ze exhaled a puff of smoke and said.

The middle-aged man frowned slightly and scoffed. “Are you going to do this deal or not? Speak.”

He was not stupid. Of course, he could hear the sarcasm in Zhou Ze's words.

“Why not?” Zhou Ze asked.

“Okay, five thousand. It's not expensive, right? You've already placed one hundred thousand. Two orders, one hundred thousand. Give me another five thousand, and you'll definitely earn it.”

At the mention of money, the middle-aged man became excited. He did not mind Zhou Ze's mockery at all.

“What if your father doesn't make it?” Zhou Ze asked.

“Of course not. He's my father, and he knows that I've placed my bet as well. Don't worry, I'll cheer him up and let him hang in there. Even if he dies, he'll die after getting something.”

The middle-aged man looked like he had everything under control.

At this moment…

It was as if they were father and son.

The strong bond between father and son had already spread, causing people to sigh emotionally.

“It's hard to say when a person will die,” Zhou Ze reminded. “Even if it's a ghost soldier, it's hard to say.”

Ghost mission, one could not simply rob the lives of living people. Of course, it was not that they could not do it, but the price was too great. If they were not careful, they would be consigned to eternal d.a.m.nation.

“Hehe, if you have the ability, get the ghost soldier to seduce my father away.”

The middle-aged man spat out another mouthful of phlegm and took out his phone.

“Just transfer the money to me, and I'll show you my list.”

“This poor Daoist is going to spin you!”

The old Daoist priest clenched his fist and smashed it at the man's head.

Bang!

The middle-aged man was stunned by the punch and fell to the ground. He stood up to resist, but the old Taoist stared at him like a bull.

He was terrified.

You really can't expect a man who relied on his father's life to get rich to have much backbone and drive.

“Just you wait. You hit someone, right? I'll call the police!”

The man immediately reached for the phone that he had dropped earlier.

“Go ahead, we'll wait.”

Zhou Ze said.

The man's eyes twitched. He did not dare call the police. He really did not dare. He picked up his phone and glanced at the old Daoist. Then he walked into the house, closed the door, and locked it from the inside.

The old priest heaved a sigh of relief and turned around dejectedly. He looked at Zhou Ze and said,

“Boss, I'm sorry. I was too impulsive.”

“I'm fine.” Zhou Ze did not mind and asked, “Why are you suddenly so agitated?”

“This Penniless Priest's greatest regret in this life is that when my father was dying, This Penniless Priest was out of town and did not have the time to return to see him for the last time.

This brat's words really disgust me. He's really a complete beast. His conscience has been eaten by dogs. He's using his father's life to earn money. ”

Zhou Ze shook the cigarette ash and did not say anything.

“Boss, don't you have any other feelings?” The old Daoist priest pursed his lips and asked, “Anyone would be unhappy with such a beast, right?”

“I'm an orphan.”

Zhou Ze smiled and puffed out a smoke ring. “Actually, I've seen many similar things in the hospital. At first, I couldn't understand it either.

He was furious.

There were no filial children before a hospital bed. Of course, there were many unfilial children, but most of them wanted to treat their families.

“Even though the country's medical insurance and rural social security are becoming more and more popular, and medical conditions are improving year by year, if you're really suffering from terminal illnesses or serious illnesses, it's like throwing money into a bottomless pit.”

Zhou Ze threw the cigarette b.u.t.t out and made a 'smash' gesture.

“Human life is more important than money,” the old Daoist insisted.

“Human life is indeed more important than money. 'Priceless Life' is indeed a slogan that everyone knows, but the value of anything can be measured. It depends on the angle of the object.

For example, for the sake of his elder who was seriously ill, he borrowed money from his family to make a normal family poor. Then, his elder's illness might not be cured, and he might still leave.

Then how should he deal with the family's life, education, and future?

“There was once an old man who sneaked out of the hospital and was discovered by us. His son was very filial and was willing to sell everything he had to treat him. He knelt down and begged him to return to the hospital for treatment.

“But he did not want to drag his son down with him. He said that he could either let him go home and wait for his death, or he could run down the road and let the car crash into him. In any case, he did not want to stay in the hospital and drag his son down with him.”

The old Daoist pursed his lips.

“This is the helplessness of life. This helplessness runs through history, and it does not differentiate between the inside and the outside. People will have to face certain choices, and these choices are sometimes cruel.

The old Daoist priest said with a bitter smile, “Then should we call the police?”

“Of course, why not?” Zhou Ze looked at the old man. “Sometimes, life can be helpless, but life should not be profaned.

It could wither in helplessness, but it should not be stirred in a manure pool.

Using human lives to gamble, treating the lives of their own kind like chickens, crickets, and dogs, seeking fun and excitement. These people should go to h.e.l.l.

When we get back, I'll give you some notes to burn. ”

When the old Daoist priest heard this, he subconsciously rubbed his hands and said awkwardly,

“How can I do that? Boss, I should do something for you. Isn't it just 100,000 yuan? It's not a big deal. I'm such a petty person.”

Immediately after, the old Daoist priest continued as if he was afraid that Zhou Ze would go back on his words.

“Boss, if you insist on giving it to me, I won't do you any good.”

“You're thinking too much. Burning paper money is to help you get some good karma and then turn yourself in as a witness to a crime. You're also involved in gambling, but I think you can make up for it. With the effect of the ghost money, you'll be fine.”

Zhou Ze walked forward with his walking stick while the old Daoist priest followed behind dejectedly. He was probably drawing circles in his heart.

Zhou Ze suddenly stopped.

“Boss, are you tired?” the old Daoist asked.

Boss tortured me a thousand times. I treated him like my first love.

The old Daoist knew the basic rule of serving ghosts. Otherwise, he might turn you into a ghost too.

“There's a problem. What time is it now?” Zhou Ze asked.

“4: 30 pm.” The old Daoist looked at his phone.

“Why is the sky so gloomy?” Zhou Ze pointed above his head.

“It's about to rain,” the old Daoist guessed.

“But the weather forecast says there's no rain today,” Zhou Ze said.

“According to the weather forecast, there is an 80% chance that it will rain tomorrow. There are only ten people in their station, and they will raise their hands to vote. If eight people think it will rain, then it will probably rain.”

“Then, what about that side?” Zhou Ze pointed to the distant sky.

The Daoist priest looked over, and his jaw dropped. It was completely cloudless, and the sun was s.h.i.+ning brightly.

This strange separation was indeed shocking. One had to know that this was not Yunnan or the highlands. This was the Long Triangle Plains. It was rare to see a sunrise and a rain in the west.

“There's a problem,” Zhou Ze said. Then, he looked at a door on the right. There was a sign that said “Xin Rui Hospital” on it, and there was a large clock inside the door.

It was a large bell used for decoration.

Zhou Ze pushed open the door and walked in. The old Daoist priest followed behind him.

“Hey, what are you guys doing?”

At that moment, the hospital security arrived.

This hospital was actually very small, and it probably did not have any qualifications. All the departments, including the Inpatient Department, were in a small three-story building. There was only one security guard, but he was not an old man, but a man with a fierce face even though he was wearing a security uniform.

“I'm here to take a look,” Zhou Ze replied.

“What's there to see?” the security officer scolded.

“Heh, is there something wrong with your brain? The hospital is open, so you're not allowed to come in, right?” the old Daoist retorted.

Have you heard of fox exploiting the tiger's might?

This poor Daoist relies on the power of ghosts.

Scared you to death!

Wait a minute, what was wrong?

“This is not a place for patients. If you want patients, go to other places. Also, this is a private place, so you're not allowed to visit. Come, come, come…”

The security guard ignored the old daoist and came up to chase him away.

Zhou Ze looked at the large clock placed at the entrance of the hospital hall and fell into a daze.

The old Daoist walked forward and collided with the security guard.

My boss is doing something very important… He's daydreaming, but you can't disturb him!

“You want to do it?” The security pointed at the old man.

“Come on, try it!” The old Daoist priest retorted.

The old Daoist priest was not afraid of martial arts!

“Do you know what this hospital does?” Zhou Ze looked at the clock and asked.

“It's none of your business. This is a crematorium, and it has nothing to do with you. If you know what's good for you, get lost quickly. If you lose the bet, don't come here to find trouble. Go find the banker!”

The security guard shouted.

Zhou Ze nodded.

Looks like he knew.

Zhou Ze patted the old Taoist priest's shoulder.

“Let's go.”

“Boss, why are you so scared today… I'm so relieved. Haha, it's good that you don't fight. It's good that you don't fight. Everyone is harmonious and makes money.”

The old Daoist priest laughed and followed Zhou Ze out.

The security guard glanced at the two of them and snorted.

Walking to the street outside, Zhou Ze lit another cigarette.

The old Daoist priest was a little listless.

Chen Ge had a feeling that this boss was not as lucky as the previous boss. If it had been the previous boss, the previous boss would have asked his father to send the black-haired man away immediately when the previous boss said that he was his father.

The boss in front of him was too law-abiding.

“He's a living person. I don't care,” Zhou Ze explained.

“Yes,” the old Daoist replied weakly.

“Old Daoist, I really don't like this place.”

Zhou Ze said.

“I don't like it either,” the old Daoist priest echoed.

“What time is it?” Zhou Ze asked again.

“Four forty-three.”

Zhou Ze held a cigarette in his hand and nodded.

“It's coming out.”

The security guard picked up the walkie-talkie and said, “h.e.l.lo, the surveillance room? I chased away the two people who just came in. They don't look like they're here to cause trouble after losing money.”

Just as he said that, there was a loud noise coming from the walkie-talkie.

“h.e.l.lo? h.e.l.lo?” The security guard patted the walkie-talkie. “What kind of stupid machine is this?”

Dong… dong…

The bell next to him rang.

The security guard subconsciously turned his head to the side and frowned. Then he scratched his head and moved closer. F*ck, it's not even midnight. Why are you knocking?

4: 43… 4 p.m.

At that moment, the security guard suddenly heard the sound of gears grinding inside the bell. It was loud and scary.

There was also a texture like there was a large piece of pork in a blender.

The security guard was confused and subconsciously took a step back.

Then…

He saw from the great bell,

Slowly, he extended his hand.

The hand looked like it had just been crushed by gears. It was completely mangled, and there was a dense layer of small holes on it.

Maggots poked their heads through the small holes.

This scene…

It was definitely a nightmare for people with trypophobia.

The surrounding temperature…

It dropped.

It gave one the illusion of falling into an icehouse.

The security was so scared that his body started to shake. He wanted to run, wanted to scream, but his legs were like lead, and he could not move.

The hand slowly grabbed the security guard's neck.

A scary force came from his arm, pulling the security guard closer to the bell.

The security guard's face was pressed against the outer wall of the bell, and his face was almost deformed.

An eerie voice came from the walkie-talkie.

“What time… is it… I… I… D*mn… D*mn… No?”