After taking a shower, Zhou Ze changed into a new set of clothes and sat on the sofa downstairs. It was only the second half of the night, and it was still early before daybreak, but Zhou Ze was no longer sleepy.
After a normal person had that dream, it would probably be difficult for them to go back to sleep in a short period of time.
Bai Yingying made Zhou Ze a cup of coffee and served it to him. Then, she stood beside him, like a child who had done something wrong, at a loss.
Zhou ze waved his hand to indicate that she was fine. She could go up to rest or play games, but Bai Yingying was still unwilling to leave. In her opinion, whether it was intentional or not, she had indeed absorbed the baleful aura from Zhou Zeâs body, and her bossâs body had clearly not fully recovered.
This was like a person who was already seriously ill, but he was still partying every night. He was really courting death.
After taking a sip of coffee, Zhou Ze lit up a cigarette. To be honest, he was also a little puzzled as to why his body would emit a murderous aura when he was dreaming. He believed that Bai Yingying did not intentionally harm him or that she could not wait any longer. In fact.., bai Yingying was quite satisfied with her âWhite-haired sorceressâstyle. Recently, her style of dressing had also become more ancient, which had a different charm.
This matter could only be considered a thorn in her heart. Since she couldnât figure it out, she could only put it aside. After all, she had more important matters to deal with and resolve.
Half an hour later, a police car stopped at the entrance of the bookstore.
Consort Xu, who was still âAbsorbing the essence of the sun and moon,âsaw that the police had arrived and immediately got up and went upstairs. She didnât want to stay downstairs anymore.
He had complained about the bad air and poor sleep in the detention center. That night in the detention center had dealt a great blow to his skin.
It was Zhang Yanfeng who came in. It was Zhou Ze who had sent him a message.
Zhang Yanfeng was holding a document bag in his hand. His gaze first fell on Bai Yingying, and he asked in puzzlement,
âWho is she?â
The last time the police entered the bookstore, Zhou Ze had let Bai Yingying and the others leave first, so Zhang Yanfeng did not know about Bai Yingying. Moreover, no matter how powerful the policeâs information system was, it was impossible to record Bai Yingyingâs information.
âMy niece.â
Zhou Ze said perfunctorily.
Zhang Yanfeng didnât dwell on this and sat down opposite Zhou Ze.
âCoffee or Tea?âZhou ze asked.
Zhang Yanfeng touched his somewhat tired face and smelled the strong aroma of coffee in front of Zhou Ze. He said, âCoffee.â
Bai Yingying went to make coffee. Zhou ze turned his head and shouted,
âGet Nestléâs instant solution.â
ââ¦âZhang Yanfeng.
The coffee was served. Zhang Yanfeng was a bachelor. He finished the coffee in one gulp and pointed to the document bag on the table. âDonât you want to see it?â
Zhou ze shook his head. âThere shouldnât be any useful information.â
âHehe.â
Zhang Yanfeng smiled and lit a cigarette. He asked,
âWhy did you call me here?â
âBecause I just went to sleep.â
âWhat?â
âThen, I had a dream.â
Zhou ze stretched lazily,
the scene in the dream was unbearable to recall,
of course, compared to the sealed space that they entered at the end, even the experience of the âPregnant womanâs perspectiveâwas not worth mentioning.
âWhat Kind of Dream?âZhang Yanfengâs expression became serious.
In this world..,
only he and Zhou Ze had chains tied around their legs. Since he could dream, then Zhou Ze could naturally dream too.
âThat place shouldnât be a hospital.âZhou ze coughed and continued, âThat place should have been a secret underground concentration camp, a bit like the Naziâs Auschwitz.â
Zhang Yanfeng narrowed his eyes. âConcentration camp?â
âYes, my dream should have overlapped with yours. I also dreamed about that prison
âBut maybe itâs because I have different reasons from you, so my dream is more realistic than yours, and there are more details than yours.
âThere are many prisoners imprisoned there, and every cell is full of people.â
As he said that..,
zhou Ze pointed at the invisible iron chain under his feet and continued:
âThis chain was thrown out by the prison administration. It doesnât seem to symbolize the chains. At least, to the prisoners, it seems to represent a very beautiful thing, holding a different kind of beautiful feelings.â
Zhou ze thought of the man in his dream who helped a woman snatch the chain,
when the woman walked out with the chain..,
he stood behind the iron railing with a look of blessing and good expectation.
But he may not know,
the woman with the chain,
what kind of place she finally walked into.
This formed a very strong contradiction, because Zhou Ze felt that his analysis of the last environment in the dream should not be wrong.
The Nazi introduction to Auschwitz was really not difficult to find, and many people who were related to it had written similar memoirs. There was a paragraph that Zhou Ze had read when he was in school, and it was deeply engraved in his memory, that was when many Jews entered that room and thought that it was a place to shower and bathe them. In the end, what came out of those small holes was not warm water, but poison gas.
Zhang Yanfeng was silent. He did not know how to respond to this.
âI think, this information should not mention this, right?âZhou Ze pointed at the document bag on the coffee table.
Zhang Yanfeng shook his head.
âThat prison should be deep underground,âZhou Ze said in a deep voice, âAlso, Iâm guessing that the clothes worn by the people at that time and the clothes worn by the administrators that I saw should be from the Republic of China. Since thereâs no record in this information, I think thereâs a possibility that this prison is still underground and hasnât been discovered at all.â
âSo, what do you mean? You want me to apply to the leadership to push the police station down and dig?
The reason is that I had a dream?â
Zhang Yanfeng asked back.
âThere is always a way, isnât there?âZhou Ze took another sip of coffee. âAfter all, the victims have found our feet.â
âI canât do it, and I canât use this reason to do it,âZhang Yanfeng said very seriously.
âActually, itâs not difficult. We just need to find a little bit of evidence,âZhou Ze analyzed.
âRecently, the police station is preparing to build an underground garage,âZhang Yanfeng said.
âI understand.âZhou ze nodded, indicating that he understood. However, boss Zhou continued to say lazily, âIâll get someone to run it.â
If they could use this opportunity to get the construction team to dig a little more underground, they might find some clues. When the time came, as long as they could confirm that there might be special buildings down there.., by then, the normal digging and construction would be able to continue openly.
âIs there anything else?âZhang Yanfeng asked. It seemed that he was planning to leave.
âYou canât help me with my matters.â
Zhou ze smiled. For example, why was he âSo full of energyâwhen he was dreaming? Even the murderous aura he emitted was so strong that it could make Bai Yingying drunk.
âThen Iâll take my leave first.âZhang Yanfeng stood up and picked up the document bag on the coffee table.
âBy the way, Captain Zhang,âZhou Ze called out.
âWhatâs Wrong?âZhang Yanfeng turned to look at Zhou Ze.
âHas your familyâs ancestor ever served in the Army?âZhou Ze tried his best to organize his words. âYour grandfather or your great-grandfatherâs generation?â
âWhat do you mean?â
âIâm just asking. Maybe the victims there might have relatives of yours. As you know, blood relations can also become a kind of bond
And this kind of bond can sometimes even surpass the distance between life and death.â
Zhou ze thought of the old man he had killed at the Confucian temple. The old man had served the Confucian temple for many years in order to pray for his descendants.
âIâm not sure about that. I have to ask.â
âIncluding the special missing ones,âZhou Ze added.
âYou said that there are my elders in the prison, but since they are my elders, why did they put a chain on me?âZhang Yanfeng asked.
âBut to them, the chain is a symbol of beauty. What if your elders like you and put this on you?
Itâs like giving you a piece of candy or a long-life lock.â
Zhang Yanfeng was silent for a while, but he still left.
Zhou Ze crossed his legs and continued to lie on his side on the sofa, sinking into another kind of contemplation.
That was, if Zhang Yanfeng could be said that one of his relatives and elders had died in that prison, so the chains would eventually fall on him..,
what about himself?
Just because he was a ghost,
coupled with the fact that he happened to be in the vicinity of the police station,
so he was shackled?
Really,
is that so?
As he thought about it, Zhou ze suddenly felt a little tightness in his chest. He stood up, pushed open the door of the bookstore, and walked out, standing on the street in the middle of the night.
The air was filled with a faint moisture, and there was also a drizzle falling.
Oh,
it was going to rain,
no wonder it was so stuffy.
Zhou Ze continued to stand in the rain and lit another cigarette.
The rain started to fall harder and harder,
from the beginning, it was pitter-patter, but now it became âHualalaâmajestic.
Zhou ze reached out to cover his head,
having just showered, he decided to go back to the bookstore first.
However,
when he lifted his feet, he staggered and almost fell down.
His feet were so heavy,
it was as if something was locked and he couldnât lift it up at all.
Zhou ze lowered his head in astonishment,
he was shocked to find that there was actually..,
an anklet locked on his foot,
how..,
how could it be?
⦠..
The old priest sniffed and walked downstairs. He had just slept for a while, but he had caught a cold. He poured a cup of hot water to drink to warm his body. The boss and the others had made the second floor too âCoolâ, the cooling effect had not completely dissipated until now.
He had heard Xu Qinglang sneeze when he went upstairs. Apparently, he could not stand the aftertaste of this natural artificial cooling.
âYo.â
The old Taoist slowly drank the hot water while looking at Bai Yingying who was sitting on the sofa,
âThe boss fell asleep again?â
Bai Yingying nodded and reached out to gently stroke the bossâs face:
âThat policeman fell asleep right after he left. The boss must be really tired.â
âHehehe, how can I not be tired? Iâm almost drained by you.â