Midnight Bookstore Chapter 126 – Priest

Anger?

He had to be furious!

“Boss, let's… let's call the police.”

The old Daoist priest suggested.

Then, he realized that Zhou Ze was looking at him like he was looking at a brainless child.

Eh…

Did I say something wrong?

“But weren't you the one who kept saying that you had something to do with the police and wanted to be a law-abiding citizen? I've been following your words and spirit.

“Old Daoist,” Zhou Ze said slowly.

Ang.

“Are you angry that your money was stolen?”

“Of course.”

“Then are you angry that your ashes were stolen?”

“Er…”

Who the h.e.l.l is a pervert like you? Your original body has already turned into ashes, and you're still discussing whether you're angry or not?

“I need to find that guy.”

A black glow started to circulate in Zhou Ze's eyes as his ten nails emitted a demonic glow.

“Then, I'll tear him into pieces!”

If you steal something, you will steal my ashes. Then I will bury you and my ashes together.

“That's the cemetery office. Go there and check the surveillance video.”

Zhou Ze directed the old Daoist priest, who hurriedly nodded. Alright, you're the boss. You can do whatever you want. I won't try to guess what you want.

Zhou Ze broke the lock on the cemetery's door, and the two of them walked in. The old Daoist priest sat down in front of the computer in the control room and started to retrieve the previous video. At the same time, he locked onto the camera that could observe Zhou Ze's tombstone.

“At night, during Qingming Festival.”

Zhou Ze gave a specific time.

This was because the trace that had moved the tombstone had not completely disappeared. It was definitely something that happened a few days ago. If not, Zhou Ze would not have been able to find this trace even after another ten days or half a month.

In the future, when he came to pay his respects every year, he might not even know that what he paid his respects to was not his ashes or his past, but a box of plastic b.a.l.l.s.

Then, during the holidays, he would come over and mourn with a box of plastic b.a.l.l.s.

“Boss, if you ask me, since the other party stole something, they should have deleted the surveillance footage. That's what they do on television.

We are still here to check this surveillance video. It is the water storyline that This Penniless Priest hates the most when watching television dramas.

It's purely useless and just for show. ”

Zhou Ze placed his hand on the old Daoist priest's shoulder. His fingernails swayed gently, and the coldness seemed to pierce into the old Daoist priest's body.

The old Daoist priest was shocked. He immediately sat up straight and did not dare to say anything else. He began to seriously replay the surveillance video.

“Stop!”

Zhou Ze shouted.

The old Daoist immediately pressed pause.

“Fall back a little more.”

The old Daoist priest started to retreat. As expected, a figure in red appeared on the screen. The quality of the surveillance camera was not very good, and it was night time, so the figure in the screen was very blurry. One could only roughly tell what color the person was wearing.

He really found it?

The old Daoist was somewhat surprised.

The video played slowly.

The person in the picture bent down and used two scalpels to pry open the tombstone. His movements were quick and precise, no slower than Zhou Ze's earlier nails.

Then the man took out the urn and pulled out a gla.s.s container. He poured the ashes into it and then added something into the urn. If everything went according to plan, it should be the plastic ball.

The man placed the gla.s.s bottle into his pocket and turned to look at the camera.

From the angle of the surveillance video, it was like the other party had aimed the camera at him and the person watching the video.

The other party purposely put his face close to the camera.

This face…

Zhou Ze felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity. It was a East Asian face with fair skin.

He started to search through his chaotic memories for information about this person, but unfortunately, when he was fighting the green-dressed Empress on the platform last time, he had entered that state, causing his memory loss to be severe, so he could not remember who this person was.

“Amen!”

After saying that, the man turned and left, leaving behind a meaningful smile.

Zhou Ze's pupils suddenly shrank when the other party finally said “Amen”.

The memory started to reverse, and finally, it appeared in the villa surrounded by oil and vegetables. It was the priest who had been standing quietly by the dining table.

It was him!

He stole his ashes!

“Boss, do you know this person?” The old Daoist priest found Zhou Ze's reaction strange.

“Mm.”

When the two of them walked out of the cemetery, it was already past one in the morning. Zhou Ze took out his phone and called Xu Qinglang first. However, Xu Qinglang was probably drunk and did not pick up.

Zhou Ze could only call Tang s.h.i.+.

“What is it?”

“Help me wake Xu Qinglang up, no matter what.”

“Okay.”

About half a minute later, there was a scream.

Then, Xu Qinglang picked up the phone and scolded,

“Are you crazy? Get her to wake me up!”

“The lady who rented our shop called me.”

“Tsk, I'm looking for it.”

Xu Qinglang could hear the suppressed anger in Zhou Ze's voice. He did not continue to complain to Zhou Ze and immediately started looking for his phone number.

Zhou Ze made a call, but there was a notification on the other end of the line. “The number you have dialed is not available. Please try again later.”

Zhou Ze took a deep breath. Although Tong City was only a small city with a population of a few million, it was still very difficult to find someone without any connections.

Zhou Ze desperately needed an outlet to vent his anger, but he could not find any specific information about the priest.

When he returned to the bookstore that night, Tang s.h.i.+ was reading a magazine while Xu Qinglang was sitting at the bar with bruises on his face.

“You've contacted him?” Xu Qinglang asked as he pressed an egg on his face.

Zhou Ze shook his head.

“Hiss…”

Xu Qinglang felt the pain on his face intensify. He had been beaten for nothing?

Zhou Ze walked in front of Tang s.h.i.+ and asked, “Is there any way to find someone in this area?”

Putting down the magazine in her hand, Tang s.h.i.+ replied with a question, “Why don't you sc.r.a.pe your nails on the ground and see if you can call out a duke?”

“I'm serious.”

“I have no choice. Did you lose something?” Tang s.h.i.+ asked.

Zhou Ze did not reply. Losing his ashes was not something to be proud of. In fact, it was as if his underwear had been stolen.

It seemed like there was nothing he could do. He could not get through to the lady's phone, and Zhou Ze believed that even if he did, it would be very difficult to find the priest's address and information through the lady.

It looked like the man had specifically investigated him. He could have left the video surveillance alone because he was confident that he would not be able to find him even if he did.

Suddenly, Zhou Ze thought of something. He took out his phone and dialed an unlisted number.

“Hey, who are you?”

A cute loli voice came from the other end.

“Ask your sister to come out and talk,” Zhou Ze said.

“Who are you? I don't have a sister… constable, I was sleeping.”

Her lolita voice immediately became that of an older sister.

“Help me find someone, a priest from j.a.pan. He has been active in Tongcheng recently.”

“Okay.”

Then, he heard a voice from the other end of the phone:

Biu.

The call was hung up.

Zhou Ze felt a little unreal.

He did not expect that this new underling of his would be…

Oh no.

It was Little Sister.

He was so efficient. After giving some instructions, he gave an 'oh' and left to do his work.

“Hey, let me ask you a question.” Tang s.h.i.+ suddenly spoke.

Zhou Ze looked at Tang s.h.i.+.

“Does your conscience still hurt recently?” Tang s.h.i.+ pointed at her heart.

Zhou Ze did not quite understand what she meant and shook his head.

Tang s.h.i.+ chuckled, “Looks like you're getting used to it.”

“Get used to what?”

“I'm used to living without a conscience.”

Standing up, Tang s.h.i.+ looked like she was about to head upstairs. At the same time, she reminded, “Let's have tea together tomorrow night. Don't forget about it.”

“I'm not in the mood.”

Tang s.h.i.+ did not comment and continued to head upstairs.

In the rented apartment of the suite, a priest was sitting on the sofa. On the coffee table in front of him were some pictures and information. He was sitting there, deep in thought, and also muttering to himself.

At that moment, the door opened.

The intern walked in and saw the priest sitting on his sofa. He was shocked and scolded,

“Who are you? Why are you at my house?!”

At the same time, the intern doctor took out his phone to call the police. He felt like a thief had entered his home.

However, the priest appeared in front of him in the blink of an eye. One hand grabbed his wrist while the other grabbed his neck.

The phone fell to the ground.

His neck was lifted by the priest.

The intern felt suffocated.

The priest did not move and continued to maintain this posture until the intern doctor's eyes started to slowly disperse. A hint of ruthlessness appeared on his face.

“It was clearly something that was extracted from his ashes and fed to you, so why are you only turning into this kind of ghoul? What use do I have for this?”

The priest kicked the intern's b.u.t.t, and the intern fell to the ground. Then, he immediately got up, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth.

Slurp.

A raw pork trotter was thrown to the ground by the priest.

The intern doctor rushed over to grab the theme and started to chew on it. There was still blood on the corner of his lips, but there was a flash of dissatisfaction in his eyes. Obviously, the pork and pork trotters did not satisfy him.

The priest shook his head and sat back on the sofa helplessly.

“Looks like his ability to turn into a zombie is not because of his body. It's probably because of his soul. It's because the body has entrusted his soul to it, so there are some changes. After normal people consume it, there are some changes, but these changes are insignificant.

Not to mention zombies, they can't even be zombies. They just have a cute hobby—eating corpses. ”

The priest rubbed his hands together.

“Then, isn't it because of the body or the soul?

His body in his previous life was not the original?

On the surface, his resurrection seemed to be arranged by the female ghost.

“But in reality, there is something deeper hidden?”

The priest took a sip of coffee.

On the coffee table in front of him…

There were photos of Zhou Ze's past life, Xu Le's photo, and his sister-in-law's photo.

There was even a picture of the old man who had stabbed Zhou Ze with his nails that day.

The priest took out a scalpel and cut the picture of the old man and his sister-in-law into pieces. Then, he heaved a sigh of relief.

“We have to investigate again.”