Huang Mao half-opened his mouth. After a while, he snatched the five hundred yuan that Gu Yi had handed him, and said fiercely: "Boy, you also met me now. Try instead, huh..."
Gu Yi looked surprised: "Huh? Brother Huang is still a storyteller. He happens to be bored along the way. Let's listen to it?"
"Hey, that's quite a story. I think back then... Huh? How did you know that I was a pornographic?"
"Don't worry about these details, continue.?? Eight? One Chinese?? W≤W≤W≤.≤8=1≈Z≈W≠.≥COM"
Huang Mao was at a loss for a moment. He couldn't bear to tell about his former pride, and he ignored the details, and said: "Tell you, I, Brother Huang, I was in Beicheng Old Street, but no one knew it, a handful of watermelon. The name of the sword is shaken everywhere, wherever the sound of slippers under my feet goes, the wind is dull..."
As Gu Yi guessed, Huang Mao was indeed surnamed Huang and his name was Huang Lang. He was an out-and-out, native Beicheng gangster. He fought and called murder in his early years. After being arrested, he was locked up for a few years. After he was released from prison, he had a great understanding and started again. The right way.
The whole story contains the unique blood of the gangsters, coupled with the sentimental tone of Huang Mao's tone, it doesn't sound monotonous, it doesn't have any meaning, time passed quickly, and the taxi arrived at Gongjiacun at about one noon.
The overall time of this trip was the same as the time used by Li Jingyi last time. The only difference is that this time I came from the city in the morning and there were numerous traffic jams along the way. However, I did leave the market at night and entered the village during the day. There was no pressure on the road. For all kinds of road-grabbing vehicles when leaving the city, Gu Yi can be regarded as an advantage of Huang Lang: rogue driving, first-class technology!
After finding a place to park the car, Gu Yi was hungry and was thinking about finding a place to eat when a hotel appeared in front of him.
Gu Yi quickly recognized that the location of this hotel was the first time the building was built. The one opened by Old Man Gong has only been repainted, and the surrounding area has become wider. It looks more like it.
Looking at the front entrance of the hotel, the Chinese "No. 1 Guest House in Gongjiacun" was written in large letters. It was easy to be puzzled by the ancients. He couldn't help stopping a villager hurriedly passing by and gave him a hundred yuan: "This fellow, ask me. Something."
The villager was stunned for a moment, and when he saw the red ticket in his hand, he reacted, "You said."
Gu Yi pointed to the hotel and asked, "That's it. I came to the village last month and heard that this hotel was opened by an old man. Later, the old man died and a corpse was dug out of it. Why is this place so heavy? Install, expand? Doesn't the house leak too much?"
"This matter is not allowed to be mentioned in the village, but this brother, I think you are a sensible person, just tell you." The villager glanced at the hotel, shivered unconsciously, collected the money, and whispered. Said: "Old man Gong died terribly, but the most terrifying thing was the little flower dug out in his hotel. The little flower was a married wife from outside our village. She was a helper with old man Gong. One day she suddenly disappeared. He was killed and sealed in the wall. I heard from the people in the village that Xiao Hua was pregnant with a child before she died, and she was also sealed alive in the wall, but when she was dug out, her belly was sunken. A ghost was born, so now the whole building is haunted!"
"Haunted?"
Hearing what the villagers said, Gu Yi didn't take a look at the hotel carefully, and it turned out that ghostly aura spread, but there was something inside.
The villager continued: "Old Man Gong has no descendants. If people die, this place will naturally belong to the public family. Although this place is unlucky, it is helplessly located in the center of the village. In addition, I heard that Beicheng is going to vigorously open our tour. The village government simply changed the house, thinking about preparing for the future, but, hey, there is a lot of evil in it, you see, the few people who were invited to do things did not dare to enter the door during the day."
Gu Yi nodded and thanked him. After the villagers walked away, Huang Lang came back. He just parked the car and went to the small shop to buy two bottles of water. The villagers didn’t hear a word. He saw him. When he came back, Gu Yi suddenly had an idea.
"Yo, Brother Huang, I'm hungry after I haven't eaten in the morning. I've been to this hotel and it tastes good. Let's go. I'll invite you at noon."
"Oh? The relationship is good, walk around, starving this handsome guy to death."
Huang Lang smiled with joy, shook his yellow hair, and walked towards the hotel with Gu Yi.
When approaching the door, there were several staff members in uniforms. They all stood at the door and did not greet them when they came over. Gu Yi asked one of them, "Where do we pay for our accommodation?"
The man had a tangled look and hesitated: "Inside, inside, that..."
"What kind of hair, just say anything, let go if you have a fart!" Huang Lang, who was already panicked, couldn't help but screamed, quite a bit of awe-inspiring the glory of Beicheng Old Street back then.
The face of the staff member who was scolded changed, and he hummed: "Nothing, please come inside. The accommodation is free. Let's find a room by myself." Then he opened the door of the hotel.
"What's your Tm attitude, believe it or not..."
"Forget it, socialist communism is free, so what do you care about." Gu Yi patted Huang Lang's shoulders with both hands at the same time, and persuaded, "It doesn't look like a place to eat. You go first. I have a rest in the room and I have to drive in the afternoon. I will get something to eat and be back soon."
Huang Lang shuddered, feeling a little bit colder for no reason, but he didn't care, and said: "Okay, I'll go find a place to sleep first, hurry up." He entered the hotel, still grunting: "Why is the weather suddenly cold..."
Huang Lang's scornful anger caused all kinds of unpleasantness among the staff outside, and they all watched him enter the hotel with a sneer. It’s just a little puzzling that after two minutes, the young man at the door didn’t look for food as he said. Instead, he smiled at himself, went in again, and closed the door smoothly. .
"Hey, wait a minute..."
boom…
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Inside the hotel.
There are few windows on the first floor, so light can't penetrate, only a few incandescent lamps barely illuminate the place, and the whole floor looks a little dim.
In the middle, the original wall was gone, and a simple altar was placed on the ground, and the three incense sticks on it were about to bottom out.
Huang Lang, who entered the hotel, felt a little cold. He only glanced at the altar, all as rural customs. He didn't care, and went straight to the second floor.
On the second floor, there is no access control on the door of the room here, only a "no one" sign hung. Huang Lang chose one at random, turned the sign and changed it to "people" and entered the room.
After coming in, Huang Lang lay down on the bed at once, covered with a quilt and felt a little warm.
After stretching his body, he planned to just wait for Gu Yi to bring him to eat. After a while, he suddenly realized that he was in that room without saying that he was in that room. He sat up and thought about it again: This floor seems to be hanging. No one's card, only one can come in, so you should still be able to find it. So he lay down again.
After lying down, I still felt something wrong in a daze: Why is there only one person in my room? Those waiters are out there again for Mao
Just thought of this, there was a knock on the door... (End of this chapter)