Midnight Bookstore Chapter 342 – You Exist Deep in My Mind

Lu Xun first wrote in “Just a little mixed feelings”:

“As soon as I see the short sleeves, I immediately think of the white arms, I immediately think of the whole L body, I immediately think of the Z device, I immediately think of X, I immediately think of hybridization, I immediately think of illegitimate children…”

Zhou Ze was in a similar state at the moment,

as soon as he saw this prison..,

he thought of old Zhang's brother-in-law, then he thought of the pen, then he thought of the haunted house villa that Yingying bought, then he thought of the bathroom, and he thought of the mirror in the bathroom.

And because of that..,

when Zhou Ze looked at the mirror in the light shield above him..,

it was as if the person in the mirror was..,

he could communicate with himself,

he could make gestures to himself.

But in fact, everything was very quiet. The person in the mirror was still himself.

He lit another cigarette and put his hand with the cigarette out of the car window.

That woman had been in there for almost half an hour.

Just as she said,

once people in Hell did not abide by the rules of the world, they would be very free

However, everyone followed the rules. The Little Loli followed the rules, and so did Zhou Ze. No one told them the specific consequences of not following the rules.

Because..,

the people who didn't follow the rules seemed to be dead.

He shook off the ashes from his cigarette,

while he was driving, that woman had been staring at his fingers. She should have noticed something.

Ordinary ghosts, wandering spirits, and wild ghosts. They didn't have the knowledge, and even if they did, they didn't have the channels to report it.

But this woman was different. She said she came from the bridge of helplessness.

Moreover..,

boss Zhou seemed to have a little impression,

it seemed that he had once killed an old maid from the bridge of helplessness,

the old woman who came to the bookstore and asked him about the resurrection Lily,

in the end, she did not go to Hell and was torn to shreds by Boss Zhou.

Unknowingly..,

zhou Ze was used to this way of life. If he wanted to continue living freely in the world of the living, he had to make sure that his matters were not known by the true bosses of Hell. Therefore, any souls that might leak his matters were intercepted and killed by him. Most of them.., fell into the stomach of that consciousness in his body.

He would rather kill 1,000 people by mistake than let one of them go to such extremes,

but it was more or less the same.

In fact, many people in the study room felt that Zhou Ze's personality had changed a little recently, but Zhou Ze himself might be the one who was in the middle of it, so he did not have this kind of feeling.

In the entire study room, only the little loli could clearly sense and confirm this point, because she had personally witnessed the scene that night when Zhou Ze was in a state of consciousness, pushing corpse pills back and forth between her and Bai Yingying's mouth.

“I'm a little sleepy.”

Zhou Ze yawned,

“I really want to sleep with Yingying.”

“You exist in my deep mind, in my dreams, in my heart, in my singing…”

The prison library was still playing the background music. It was Qu wanting singing “In my singing.”.

The music was melodious, the voice was not high, faint, low..

The Man in the prison uniform was still sitting there,

at his feet,

there was a pile of paper on the ground,

pens,

were placed on the table.

The story could no longer be written. It was out of his control

At this time, the author was no longer the author. Instead, he was like an object that was dictated. He was only responsible for writing down the words and recording the story. As for how the story would develop next and how the characters would change,

he did not even know.

The woman's figure appeared in the library. The prison's security system was very strict and perfect, but it could only block the prisoners from leaving, but it could not guard against the souls of the dead.

She came in and slowly walked to the man.

She looked at the man who was leaning against the chair with his hands hanging down,

she first smiled, then she stopped smiling and revealed a suspicious look:

“It was so smooth that it was hard for me to imagine. I've only been out for a few hours, and I've already seen what I'm looking for and the person I'm looking for.”

This feeling..,

it was like the day before Tang Sanzang was about to retrieve the scriptures from the Western Heaven,

the Western Heaven's spiritual mountain was right next door to Chang 'an.

It was very unreal, too unreal. It made people feel that everything was fake.

The prisoner turned his head and looked at the woman beside him.

At the same time, in a corner of a cell in the prison, a prisoner was wrapped in a blanket. He seemed to have sensed a familiar aura and was shivering.

But fortunately..,

that Aura was not looking for him.

“Are you looking for this pen?”

The prisoner pointed at the pen on the table.

“And you.”

The woman continued to walk closer,

“Actually, compared to this pen, the bridge of helplessness wants to know what method you used to control this pen.”

The prisoner looked at the approaching woman,

his shoulders drooped,

he gave a faint smile.

“This pen has been in the world of the living for ten sixty years. The bridge of helplessness has never thought of looking for it because when this pen was in the bridge of helplessness, even Meng Po did not know what use this pen had other than to draw eyebrows. Everyone treated it as an exquisite piece of junk.

“But it's different now. You can actually use it.”

As she spoke,

the woman finally walked up to the prisoner,

she bent down and bent her knees,

she squatted down,

she raised her head,

she looked at the prisoner:

“The pen, I want to bring it back. I also want to bring people back. But to be honest, taking the life of a living person for no reason, especially in the world of the living, would be very troublesome. I don't want to cause this trouble, and I don't Want Yin Si to find an excuse to attack our bridge of helplessness because of this.”

“In other words, I won't die?”

Dead people..,

could Go to Hell.

The woman nodded. “Yes, you don't have to die. As long as you can tell me how to use this pen, you won't die.”.

“In return, the bridge of helplessness will let you finish your life and drink less Mengpo soup the next time you cross the bridge, so that you can still remember some things from your previous life.”

“That sounds very good.”The prisoner thought for a moment and then asked, “What if I don't want to?”

“It's a little troublesome, but it's not impossible to bring your soul down.

“Perhaps you don't know..,

“There's no such thing as the right of ghosts in Hell,

“When the time comes..,

“It'll be difficult for you not to speak.”

The woman slowly stood up and reached out to stroke the side of the prisoner's face.

She could feel the firmness of the beard on his face.

In prison, it was impossible to shave every day.

“Actually, I can't use this pen well.”The prisoner pointed at the pen in front of him. “I can't control it.”

“Yes, because you're just an ordinary person,”the woman said.

“Maybe.”The prisoner nodded.

Zhou Ze had once guessed that this prisoner might be a judge,

lawyer an had guessed that this prisoner was an extraordinary big shot,

but now, the answer was out,

he..,

was just an ordinary person.

Hell had ten Hades, a bridge of helplessness, the Netherworld Sea, and Ksitigarbha. There were countless demons that looked extremely terrifying to ordinary people.

But the world of the living, from ancient times until now, was a world of living people. It was a world of ordinary people.

It was not that the important figures in hell were well-behaved, peacefully guarding the land under their feet

But the world of the living..,

was not that simple.

“I'm sorry, I can't tell you.”The prisoner had an apologetic look on his face. “Because, I don't know how I can use it.”

The woman looked at the prisoner,

the prisoner laughed bitterly. “Just as you said, I'm just an ordinary person. How can I know things that even you don't Know?”

The woman didn't say anything. She just said very calmly,

“Then I can only bring your soul down.”

In other words..,

you have to die.

“After you go down, can you see my wife and children?”The prisoner asked very seriously.

Many people had asked boss Zhou similar questions,

because “I'll go first and wait for you on the road to the Netherworld,””We'll go to the Netherworld together,”and other such scenes often appeared in various movies, television, and literary works.

No matter if you were a high-ranking official, a wealthy merchant, or an idle person, everyone was very curious about the unknown, especially what would happen after they died.

However..,

boss Zhou could only give a very cold answer every time,

because on the road to the Netherworld, the souls of the dead could only move forward numbly like walking corpses. They were like marionettes, but also like components on the assembly line of a factory.

“This depends on your luck.”The woman did not directly answer this question. She was too lazy to explain the scene of Hell to the living. She reached out and placed her hand between the prisoner's eyebrows,

she was ready to extract his soul.

The prisoner slowly closed his eyes,

he did not struggle,

he did not resist,

he appeared..,

very calm.

He knew clearly that he was not brave. It was because he did not have it that he was fearless. He was a little like a barefooted person who was not afraid of wearing shoes.

“I'm going to ask you one last time, do you still not…”

“Hurry up, don't be long-winded.”

The prisoner raised his hand and urged him:

“The story is too long-winded and too much nonsense. The readers will think that you're weak.”

“…”the woman.

“You asked for it.”

A red rune appeared in the woman's palm,

the rune was sensing the soul in the prisoner's body and extracting it.

For a moment..,

the area between the two of them was covered with a layer of faint red light that ordinary people couldn't see with their naked eyes. It was as if a layer of fresh blood had been sprinkled on the ground.

The woman was very calm at the start..,

extracting his soul..,

picking up the pen..,

she could return to the underground to report to the higher-ups.

Of course..,

there was also that ghost errand boy who had sent her back..,

she also needed to report to the higher-ups.

It wasn't that the ghost errand boy's actions were too taboo. In fact, to the various powers in Hell, the law was only used to restrict the souls of the dead and the ghost errand boys at the bottom level. It wasn't applicable to them.

Which family didn't have a little bit of their own thoughts behind their backs?

Even the bridge of helplessness had once looked for lawyer an to discuss business.

What the woman wanted to report was the ghost messenger's fingernail. When that fingernail appeared, her heart actually had a throb, causing her to have a little fear.

A ghost messenger..,

made her fear..,

hehe.

However, what the woman didn't know was that the ghost messenger who sent her hadn't left yet. The car had been parked outside the prison, waiting to see if she could come out.

If she couldn't come out, then forget it

If she came out, then..,

whether she could safely go down again..,

it might not be up to her to decide.

Although for boss Zhou, every time that consciousness was awakened, his own safety would be damaged a bit more, but even if it was just drinking poison to quench thirst, it was still much better than the current salted fish life being suddenly stopped.

All Kinds of miscellaneous things were temporarily put aside,

the runes in the woman's palm had been flashing for a long time,

but nothing was drawn out.

A puzzled look appeared on the woman's face:

“You're not a living person!”

No,

no,

even if you're not a living person,

it's impossible for you to have no soul, and this is in the world of the living!

But then..,

the woman seemed to have realized something,

she shouted even more fearfully:

“No, no, you don't exist at all! ! !”

“You exist, in my deep mind, in my dreams, in my heart, in my singing…”

The background music of the library management continued,

slowly..,

playing.

Chapter end