Midnight Bookstore Chapter 142 – : Something Is Wrong Everywhere - Novel Cool

Midnight Bookstore Chapter 142 – : Something Is Wrong Everywhere

Chapter 142: Something Is Wrong Everywhere

“Boss, what's going on?”

The old Daoist was somewhat confused. He had clearly seen that he had been shot.

Oh no, it was a stroke.

However, he looked like he was perfectly fine. Other than the bruises on his face, he had fallen on his own.

Zhou Ze reached out and picked up the pen that had fallen to the ground. However, it turned into ashes the moment it was touched.

“It was painted on,” Zhou Ze said. “If he was really that powerful, he wouldn't have been unwilling to fight me head-on. In fact, he could have easily beaten me.”

“You drew it?”

“Yes, it was painted on. This is like a higher level of hypnosis that has blinded your vision, hearing, smell, and other senses, and it is changing according to his design.

Zhou Ze looked at his arm. Previously, there were obvious wounds on his arm, but now, he could not see them at all. However, the realistic image was enough to make people subconsciously believe that everything was real.

“F*ck, so you're in the same industry as me. It's a scam.”

The old Daoist priest instantly regained his confidence as a man.

The great leader had said before that all reactionaries were paper tigers!

“Boss, shall we go catch him now?”

Zhou Ze shook his head and pointed outside the window. “It's almost dawn. He's already hiding.”

Actually, the appearance of a ghost had nothing to do with daylight. At least for a ghost, it did not have any intrinsic effect. Instead, it affected humans.

During the day, everything was happening in broad daylight. Even if something weird happened, normal people would have some courage, or at least some psychological comfort.

At night, anything that happened would easily scare people, giving the ghost an opportunity to strike.

Of course, the ghost was a little special. He was good at painting, but no matter how good the quality of the painting was, it required the support and cooperation of an environment. During the day, it was not the background that he liked because it would amplify the flaws in his painting, and at night, his painting would be more realistic.

“Then… shall we go for breakfast?”

Zhou Ze walked to the other end of the corridor, and the old Daoist priest naturally followed him. Then, the old Daoist priest watched Zhou Ze walk into a dormitory with a sign pasted on it.

Other than the trash, there was also a pair of black leather shoes.

Zhou Ze sat on the wooden board, seemingly deep in thought.

“Boss?”

Zhou Ze raised his hand, indicating for the old Daoist priest to be quiet.

The old Daoist priest nodded and sat down on the bed opposite him. There was no need to worry about the bruises on his body. He had traveled extensively for so many years, and he had suffered countless superficial wounds. This was child's play.

After about fifteen minutes, Zhou Ze bent down and started searching under the bed.

The old Daoist priest also bent down to fiddle with it. He did not know what his boss was looking for, but it did not matter. He just had to find it!

After all, what most bosses saw was not your progress, but your attitude.

The bed was filled with trash. After pulling it out, it was empty. After all, this bedroom was empty.

Zhou Ze opened the closet. All eight cabinets were open. Other than a thin layer of dust, there was nothing else inside.

The old Daoist priest scratched his head and climbed onto the upper bunk. There were many posters pasted on the wall of the upper bunk. They were all stars, such as C-Ro and Ramos.

Zhou Ze came to the upper bunk as well. He felt that there should be something there. Otherwise, Wang Baogang's soul would not have stayed there for so long. Furthermore, he had seen other strange things in the dormitory.

If nothing went wrong, this bedroom should be the key to this series of events.

“Boss, what painting is that on your poster? It looks weird,” the old Daoist said as he pointed at Zhou Ze.

“Picasso's painting,” Zhou Ze replied.

Zhou Ze seemed to have discovered something and reached out to touch the poster.

From the old Daoist priest's perspective, his boss actually reached out to touch the woman's chest in the painting. The old Daoist priest immediately said,

“Boss, go home and touch Yingying. The woman in this painting is too ugly…”

Before Old Dao Hua could finish,

With a hiss,

Zhou Ze tore the painting apart, and several pieces of paper fell from the wall.

Zhou Ze did not have the time to care about the old man's nonsense. He picked up a piece of paper. It was a fountain pen painting. The artwork was very strict. The painting depicted a bedroom, but this bedroom was filled with a special liquid.

It could be treated as water or… blood.

The next painting was on the balcony. A young man with only half a body was trying his best to crawl inside, and two legs were stuck out from the bedroom cupboard.

Next was the third painting. In it, there was a man with his head on the floor, standing upside down on the tile with his hands wearing leather shoes.

Three paintings represented three scenes, and Zhou Ze had just seen these three scenes.

One was inside the bedroom, filled with blood. One was the boy with half his body, and the other was Wang Baogang, who was walking upside down.

Below that, there were three paintings, a total of six.

He picked up another painting, and in it was a skeleton. It held a book in its hand as it walked between the students and students. If everything went according to plan, it should be Sun Qiu.

Next was the fifth painting. When he saw the painting, Zhou Ze immediately turned to look at the old Daoist. The old Daoist had just climbed down from the opposite bunk to Zhou Ze's bunk. He seemed to be very interested in what Zhou Ze had discovered.

“What is it? I can't see it clearly,” the old Daoist asked.

Zhou Ze handed the painting to the old Daoist priest. The old Daoist priest grabbed the ladder with one hand and took the painting with the other. Then, he was stunned for a moment and fell straight down. Fortunately, it was not high, so nothing happened to him. However, the old Daoist priest seemed to be in a daze.

The painting fell to the ground. In the painting, an old man wearing a Daoist robe was lying there. His head was missing, and there was a black cat nearby that seemed to be gnawing on his body.

Zhou Ze flipped open the last painting.

What was surprising was that the person in the last painting was not himself, but the small crew cut. There was a sharp object stuck on the forehead of the small crew cut, and it stood upright. As there were two moles on the face of the small crew cut, it was very easy to match the image of the person in the painting.

After he finished reading the painting, Zhou Ze looked at the old Daoist priest who had lost his soul and suddenly felt a sense of loss.

Why is there an old Daoist's painting but not my own?

Yeah.

This felt like the main character that was supposed to be filmed in a movie was being snatched away by a side character.

The old Daoist priest immediately climbed up and took the other paintings from Zhou Ze's hands to have a look. Then, he asked Zhou Ze while trembling,

“Boss, the paintings are all fake, right?”

Zhou Ze got off the bed and washed his hands at the sink. “I've only seen the two paintings of you and Little Flathead. I've seen the other four paintings.”

“How is that possible? This isn't some Mayan prophecy. I'm still alive, and so is that small crew cut.”

“Are you trying to say that a few years ago, a high school student with good drawing skills started to worship you?” Zhou Ze asked.

“This is a ghost's diversionary tactic, deliberately mystifying and trying to disrupt our morale!”

Zhou Ze did not say anything else. Instead, he signaled the old Daoist priest to keep the six paintings. Then, Zhou Ze walked to the balcony.

It was almost dawn, and the first rays of dawn were barely visible. People always liked to think of the first rays of dawn as a symbol of hope, but sometimes it was more like the depression before darkness came.

The old Daoist priest walked to the balcony with a bitter expression. He took out a cigarette and passed one to Zhou Ze. He lit one himself and sighed.

“Boss, are these all fake?”

The old Daoist had asked this question before.

“I don't know.” Zhou Ze shook his head. Then, he leaned against the edge of the balcony and continued, “Do you feel like everything here has been so humid ever since we entered this dormitory?”

And it smells like dirt? ”

“It's all the same in the dormitory.” The old Daoist priest exhaled a ring of smoke.

Zhou Ze rubbed the space between his eyebrows. At this time, a bell rang from the dormitory building, indicating that the students should wake up to attend morning self-study.

Some of the more hardworking students had already walked out of the building when the bell rang. They were wearing red school uniforms.

The students from the other buildings were wearing blue uniforms.

“The color of the school uniform is different.”

Zhou Ze pointed down. He did not want to miss out on any details. The reason was simple. From the moment he entered the dormitory, many things had happened, and Zhou Ze had no idea what had happened.

“It's probably because the uniforms of high school students and junior high school students are different. This is the middle school dormitory, and the two buildings outside look like high school. This high school is the middle school and high school.”

As the old Daoist priest spoke, he took out the painting and looked at it again. The more he looked at it, the more upset he felt. In fact, the old Daoist priest was wondering why the person who died so miserably in the painting was not Zhou Ze but himself.

When did I become so popular?

“There, your flathead is out.”

Zhou Ze pointed downward. The teacher with the crew cut walked to the exit, holding the phone like he was making a call.

“Didn't they call the police?” Zhou Ze asked.

“No?” the old Daoist priest asked doubtfully.

Actually, for Zhou Ze and the old Taoist priest, it was not a big deal to cause some trouble. They could just burn some paper money to deal with it. The key was that even if they did not call the police, it was not as if nothing had happened.

Previously, he had been focused on catching ghosts, so he had forgotten about this. Now that he was free, he realized that something was wrong.

No, to be precise, there were not many things that were wrong since they entered the dormitory.

“There, he's still alive.”

The old Daoist pointed at the small crew cut standing below.

This feeling…

Really.

Good for him.

Me too.

Crack!

The sound of glass shattering suddenly came from the roof. The old Daoist felt a gust of wind brush past his face, and then he heard a commotion and screams coming from below.

The small crew cut standing below was hit by the glass.

That piece of glass,

It pierced right through his head.

Comparing straight.

Chapter end

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