Burning fire

Zhang Jueming's first reaction was to refuse.

But what is there to say no to?Living in the same room with Zhou Qizun, watching people under their noses, is safer than watching the night on the roof.

In the next second, Zhang Jueming figured it out, he was timid.cowardly.

Just like the young girl who is just in love, the male god who had a crush on walked through the crowded cafeteria, walked past the tables full of people, stood opposite and said, "Can I share a table with you?"

He clearly didn't want to invite her to a date for dinner, but she was able to make a big blush on her own.

Zhou Qizun just caught up, and wanted to share a room with Zhang Jueming for convenience, but in Zhang Jueming's ears, this power was not much worse than "Let's open a room". ——Whether a shotgun or a cannon, aiming at the chest can kill people.

Zhang Jueming's snow-white neck began to turn slightly red, and the thin layer of red was creeping upwards, Zhang Jueming was so frightened that he immediately lowered his head.

Zhou Qizun wrinkled his face and took a sharp puff of nicotine, which was immediately cut short by him.He bent down and stamped out the cigarette butt on the ground, holding the butt of the Douding cigarette, and stroking the trash can: "If you don't like it, forget it, go to the side of the road and take a taxi and leave."

He said that he had already walked to the side of the road.

The longevity bell carried in the inner pocket of Zhang Jueming's coat suddenly swayed against his side waist. ——It was Zhou Yi who protested, she probably really wanted to stay under the same roof with Zhou Qizun.

Zhang Jueming pressed his pocket abruptly, telling Zhou Yi to stop.

The Changsheng bell stopped shaking, and Zhang Jueming took a deep breath, inhaling the residual second-hand smoke.

Zhou Qizun happened to walk to the side of the road, facing the street, raised his arms, and was about to take a taxi.

"I don't mind, let's fight." Zhang Jueming said.

Zhou Qizun didn't let go of the raised hand, his arm was in mid-air, stretched out at a comfortable and lazy angle, when he flicked his finger, the cigarette butt on his fingertip flew out in a parabola, and fell into the trash can on the side of the road inside.

"Okay." Zhou Qizun withdrew his arm naturally, turned his head to look at Zhang Jueming, his eyes were very shrewd.

This glance was not far away, piercing sharply like a knife, and Zhang Jueming suddenly felt pierced by the glance.It made him want to take a few steps back.

Zhang Jueming pressed the soles of his feet and said, "It's getting late, we have work tomorrow, so we should go to bed early."

After speaking, he turned around and entered the hotel gate, leaving behind Zhou Qizun.He couldn't look at Zhou Qizun any more, and if he had another second, he would probably have to run away.

"A standard room." Zhang Jueming said to the front desk.

"Here, ID card." Zhou Qizun also followed in, and just as Zhang Jueming finished speaking, he slapped the ID card on the table.

Coincidentally, Zhang Jueming also took out his ID card.

Sure enough, the mountain ghost also has an ID card.In particular, Zhang Jueming is regarded as half a "normal person". In this society, no matter what kind of livelihood he is engaged in, as long as he interacts with people and gets involved in the affairs of the earth, he needs to have an identity so that he can exist legally.

The room was on the fifth floor. The two took two room cards and entered the elevator together.

There's no one in the elevator right now, just the two of them.Here and now, it is very suitable to ask something about Zhang Jueming's ID card.

"You disappeared in Xiaotai Mountain a few years ago, and because I was very concerned, I specifically inquired about it."

While the elevator was going up, Zhou Qizun suddenly said: "The police checked your identity at that time, and your identity is true. But you are obviously not a local, not my fellow villager."

He glanced at it just now, and the address on Zhang Jueming's ID card is not Jilin, but Hubei is written on it.

Zhang Jueming paused for two seconds: "At that time, my identity was false. I settled down with my father, and I am considered a Hubei native."

"Then what's going on?" Zhou Qizun couldn't figure it out, no matter how powerful Zhang Jueming was, he couldn't figure out an identity out of thin air.

"Sure enough, nothing can be hidden from him." Zhang Jueming said in his heart.

Mentioning this matter, Zhang Jueming panicked.His long black eyelashes drooped down, densely covering his eyes: "I used someone else's identity to use it."

Zhang Jueming: "There is indeed such a person in your hometown. This year... he should be 24 years old. His surname is also Zhang, and his real name is Zhang Zhe."

"Ding—" The fifth floor is here.

The elevator door opened, Zhou Qizun and Zhang Jueming both closed their mouths tacitly, and they walked out one after the other.

Nor did they continue their conversation on the passage from the corridor to the room, in case someone suddenly came out of the room and heard something they shouldn't have heard.

At the door of the room, Zhou Qizun opened the door, entered the room, plugged in the electric card, and turned on the light.Zhang Jueming followed behind him and closed the door.

Zhou Qizun went to the bed by the window, he took off his coat and hung it on the wall, then turned around and asked Zhang Jueming: "That Zhang Zhe, why can you use his identity?"

Zhou Qizun paused for a moment: "Is he still alive?"

Zhang Jueming went to another bed and sat down.He shook his head: "He died three years ago."

"Continue." Zhou Qizun sighed.

Zhang Jueming: "Zhang Zhe lost his parents when he was 12 years old. He left his hometown to go to his uncle's house in other places. But his uncle's family still has twins."

"Understood." Zhou Qizun didn't let Zhang Jueming finish his sentence, he continued the conversation very naturally, "His uncle hates him very much."

"Yeah. That's why Zhang Zhe dropped out of school at the age of 15 and went out to find work by himself." Zhang Jueming placed his hands by his side and gently pressed the soft mattress into two symmetrical depressions.

"Such a child is outside by himself, helpless, if he doesn't meet a decent person..." Zhou Qizun took out another cigarette, and his voice became lower.

The standard room was not big, and the window was closed. Zhou Qizun glanced at Zhang Jueming, just chewed on his cigarette for fun, and didn't light it up: "I lost it, I died, and nobody knew it."

"Yeah. I can't even find the corpse." Zhang Jueming spoke too lightly, the words must have been blown into the air, and fluttered away.

The most terrible way to die in the world is violent death.Compared with the slow drag of aging and the long suffering of disease, sudden disaster sounds more terrifying.

Other ways of dying at least have omens and preparations, just like flowers bloom and wither, with a relatively natural cycle.But there was no misfortune.Especially violent death, most of them are "victims", like a hurricane, the most bloody, the most evil, and resentment.

Zhang Zhe was killed, and the murderer is still at large.Naturally, he is not a good way to mix, black eats black.He has no relatives, and no one will care if he is "killed".There are some black areas, which are unimaginably black, and even the afterglow of the setting sun can't penetrate a little bit of light.

Zhang Zhe's body was decomposed and buried in a mess on a barren hill.A body, buried in four places, may be accidentally discovered in a few years, or it may have been dug out by wild beasts on the mountain and gnawed on the bones.Or maybe, he will hide in the cold underground, forever and ever...

Who knows.Some bodies are dead and in pieces, and even the shady people who drive the corpses can't take them away.

"A lonely ghost who couldn't find the body, took his name, applied his identity, and then disappeared." Zhou Qizun bit his cigarette and snorted vaguely, unable to understand the emotion in his words, " It’s not watertight, but it’s smart.”

Zhou Qizun also sat down by the bed.Perhaps it was because they were similar in age to Zhang Zhe, and both were lonely and helpless, and eventually died unexpectedly. Zhou Qizun immediately thought of Jiang Liu.

But he didn't think of anything serious, he just thought - Jiang Liu laughed, and there was a pair of dimples.

"It's not a lonely ghost." Zhang Jueming raised his head and said to Zhou Qizun.

It may be that the businessman wants to save electricity. Anyway, the lights in this room are not very bright.

The wattage is not enough, the atmosphere comes together.The shallow light shone on Zhang Jueming's shallow eyes, making his expression... moved, unbearable, and even in a trance, he could still see some pain.

"Have you taken him back to the underworld?" Zhou Qizun asked.

Zhang Jueming shook his head: "Zhang Zhe has become an evil spirit."

It is not surprising that he was treated like a ghost in this world before his death.Jiang Liu has Zhou Qizun kicking his ass, and Jin Mingyu giving beads. Where's Zhang Zhe?Maybe there is nothing, and there is no body left, and no grievances can be redressed.

There was a sentence that Zhang Jueming didn't say later, but Zhou Qizun understood - Zhang Zhe, the evil spirit, was wiped out by Zhang Jueming.

The soul is scattered and never reborn, a book of life and death is completed, and there is no such person as Zhang Zhe in the yin and yang worlds, no skin, no soul.

"In the end Zhang Zhe regained consciousness and said he wanted to go back to his hometown again. His old house is no longer there, but it would be nice to see his parents' graves. He can't remember how many years he hasn't been back." Zhang Jueming's voice was not loud , but the words are heavy and depressing.

"You used his identity to pay homage to his parents?" Zhou Qizun asked, frowning.

Zhang Jueming didn't dare to look at Zhou Qizun, he felt a row of needles rolled over his heart, or like a sewing machine, the sharp needles kept pricking his heart rapidly and continuously.Each needle is very shallow, no blood can be seen, but it is very painful.

Zhang Jueming thought of the disabled old man in the canteen downstairs of Jin Mingyu's house.The old man wanted to see his daughter for the last time, so he let the five-fingered claws get on his body.But his daughter didn't come back, he didn't see it.

The evil claw used the old man's body to send a message to Zhang Jueming, and by the way, let the old man's body return to his canteen.

In reality, what Zhang Jueming did was no different from those five-fingered claws.Is there a difference?They all use innocent people to achieve their own goals.

The means are despicable, so why talk about the original intention.

What is good and evil is pure nonsense.In the end, they were all things from the back of the sun, all dark scourges.

"No." Zhang Jueming pressed the mattress harder with his palm, "I didn't go to worship."

He said, "I am not Zhang Zhe after all."

Zhou Qizun was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly laughed.

"It's terrible." Zhang Jueming buried his head even lower, and gently closed his eyes.

"Tsk..." Zhou Qizun bent his spine, took the cigarette dangling from his front teeth, and threw it into the ashtray on the bedside table.

He rested his chin with his hand and stared at Zhang Jueming: "Why, you want to hear me comfort you, saying that you are involuntary and you are right?"

Zhang Jueming opened his mouth, and his body seemed to have been torn open in an instant, his body was torn in two, bloody and bloody.He gritted his teeth and said, "I didn't."

really... no?

Zhang Jueming's back was tense and he didn't dare to move.To Zhang Zhe, he was really guilty.But he is also true, I want to hear Zhou Qizun comfort him.

Look, it really is, a filthy thing like him is not worthy of Zhou Qizun.

Zhou Qizun was silent for a while, stood up from the bed, and stretched his waist: "Well... how should I put it, there are many things that I can't understand right from wrong. Whether it is good or bad, it is not so simple to judge .At least I have no position to say anything.”

Zhou Qizun smiled lightly again: "But one thing is for sure. If it weren't for you, Jiuying caused trouble in the village, I don't know how many people would become ghosts."

"Things are difficult in the world. Sages say they have a clear conscience, but ordinary people basically have a guilty conscience." Zhou Qizun pulled the hem of his clothes, raised his hand, and took off his shirt.

He threw his clothes on the bed, shirtless and said to Zhang Jueming, "I'm going to take a shower first, layman."

The conversation about Zhang Zhe is over.

So far, Zhou Qizun's last doubt about the Xiaotaishan incident has also been explained.

After a while, there was the sound of flushing water and the sound of foam hitting the ground in the bathroom.The soft foam is so light and floating, and the movement of falling in balls is quite loud. ——No matter how soft something is, it will make a sound when it is broken into pieces.

Yes, Zhou Qizun is right.Things are difficult.

Wanting to protect Zhou Qizun, find out Jiuying, and maintain the order of yin and yang, Zhang Jueming has to do some nasty things.Such as lying, such as applying an identity, such as whipping Xu Chunping's face with punishment, such as destroying a deteriorating, sad lonely soul...

Zhang Jueming took a deep breath and suppressed his emotions heavily in his heart.

He knew that it was not a good thing, that he was a monster who would die in the dark.

He can't talk about "people's hearts", can't mention "worldliness", absolutely not.Together with the heavy love in my heart, it is absolutely impossible.