Fangzheng did as soon as he thought of it.
This is a matter of his life, without any delay.
Fangzheng put away his mobile phone, but as soon as he looked up, he saw that the old magic stick had hooked up with the widow who read the palmistry again at some point.
This couple is talking about life, ideals, economic development and promising prospects under the iron fist of socialism.
"No, it's murderous again!"
The old magic stick suddenly felt a tightness in the two thighs, and when he turned his head, he happened to look directly at the top.
Afterwards, Fangzheng left Brother Li's house and prepared to go directly to the Jianshanling quarry.
The old god stick looked at the peach-colored widow with a plump body like a ripe peach, and looked at the back of Fang Zheng who left alone, which was very lonely in his eyes. After sending a WeChat message, he hurriedly chased after Fang Zheng.
Don't look at the old god stick looking at the old flesh, he is already in his fifties, but the speed of his legs and feet is not inferior to the young people at all, he quickly caught up with Fang Zheng, and his body is very strong.
Seeing that the old god stick was willing to let go of the widow, Fangzheng couldn't help but look at the old god stick a few more times. Originally, he didn't expect the old magic stick to follow, multiple old magic sticks or a few old magic sticks had no effect on him.
When Fangzheng left the village, he happened to pass by the door of Li Laosan's house.
Sure enough, as he expected, there were still many villagers around the ruins of Mr. Li's house. Even at this time, the sky was bright, and there were more villagers watching than before.
Fangzheng estimated that the police would intervene soon.
Once the police show up in Menqian Village, people from the Special Operations Department will probably show up in Menqian Village soon.
Therefore, Fangzheng had to find the behind-the-scenes one step ahead of the special operations department. If people from the special operations department also intervened, he didn't think that the person who caused troubles one after another would eventually escape the full pursuit of the special operations department.
The old magic stick followed Fangzheng through the wind and rain corridor of the village in front of the gate. Seeing that Fangzheng was about to leave the village, he couldn't help but curiously asked Fangzheng where he was going
So Fangzheng told the location.
The old god stick asked Fang Zheng to wait for him for a while, and not long after, the old god stick drove over an old Jetta with a displacement of 1.4, and then motioned for Fang Zheng to get in the car.
Looking at the old god stick sitting in the driver's seat, Fangzheng was a little surprised: "The old god stick is your car?"
"A man depends on clothes and a horse depends on a saddle, and a good horse naturally needs a good saddle." The old god stick was a little complacent.
"How about it, is it a surprise? Isn't it a surprise?"
When Fangzheng sat in the passenger seat, he smelled a strong smell of muddy water and musty fabric in the car. Even though the old god stick has opened all the windows, it still can't cover up the smell inside the car, Fangzheng was speechless immediately: "Old god stick, is this a soaking car?"
The old magic stick rubbed his hands and smiled: "Don't look at it as a soaking car, as long as it doesn't go on the high speed, it's no different from a normal car. The most important thing is that it only costs a few thousand yuan to change hands, and it can be paid in installments for two years."
About the soaking car, Fangzheng knows a little bit about it.
In recent years, the domestic weather has been abnormal, and it is often the weather that is once in a century, so many cities are flooded, and you can see the sea when you go out, which has led to many flooded cars entering the second-hand car market.
It is not uncommon for hundreds of thousands of soaking cars to be sold for only 50,000 to 60,000 in the end.
It is not surprising that the old Jetta soaking car can be picked up by the old magic stick for thousands of dollars.
While driving, the old god stick looked at Fangzheng from time to time, hesitant to speak many times, like a mouse stealing the lamp oil from the Buddha with a guilty conscience, Fangzheng frowned: "Old god stick, you are hesitating, what exactly do you want to say?"
"Little brother, last night... where is the girl who was with you?" The old magic stick seemed to be constipated, and after a few kilometers, he finally asked secretly.
The person the old magic stick pointed at was naturally Gao Shuhua.
After finishing speaking, he turned his head and looked around with a guilty conscience.
I don't know what the old god stick experienced in Menqian Village, and how much psychological shadow area Gao Shuhua left in the old god stick's heart, making him like a frightened bird.
"Driving well, this is a winding mountain road, be careful of the continuous curve warning signs ahead."
Seeing that the magic stick had stabilized the steering wheel again, Fangzheng asked, "Why?"
"Need me to call her over?"
Hearing this, the old god stick's hands trembled, and he almost couldn't hold the steering wheel again. With an ugly expression on his old face like a chrysanthemum, he hurriedly said: "No, no, no, old man, I'm just curious."
"Little brother, old man, I'm doing this for your own good. When you meet that girl in the future, you must remember one thing. Never say the word stunted in front of that girl. You must remember, remember, Remember!"
The old magic stick repeatedly urged Fang Zheng in a tone of earnestness and earnestness like that of someone who had come here.
Fangzheng was overjoyed, and said bluntly: "Old God, you must have said to her face that she has a flat chest or that her chest looks like her back, right?"
He even cut down Gao Shuhua twice, there is really nothing to hide.
The old magic stick straightened his waist, and instantly changed his appearance: "How is it possible, old man, do I look like this kind of person?"
Fangzheng made up his mind, not long ago, the old magic stick flirted with the widow of the village in front of the door, and then said solemnly: "It's very similar."
"..." The old magic stick.
"Old god stick, you often brag in front of me. You have traveled all over the world and traveled the rivers and lakes for decades. Why are you so amazing? You always hear you talk about robbing monks and witches for business. You have been walking in the rivers and lakes for so many years. Have you ever met someone who is compared to you?" Something about the evil sect?" Fangzheng was curious.
Hearing this, the old god stick rarely looked serious: "Old Taoist, I have transcended the souls of the dead, and I have also presided over many rituals for offering sacrifices to heaven, including the Yellow River Empress, the River God, She (xī) Mountain Sending Son Empress, Dragon God, etc. Wait, among them, I want to talk about the evil sect, and I am most impressed by the empress of Sheshan sending her son off to the old Taoist."
"Probably more than ten years ago, a fifty-year-old rural couple was pregnant with twins, and when they were pregnant and gave birth in October, a child that was more evil than a ghost occurred."
"When the first child was born, only a bloody arm came out. When the second child was born, he was holding a round object in his hand. It turned out to be the head of the first child, which had been eaten beyond recognition. The responsible person at the time The midwife was delivered by a country sorceress, who didn't know about Zitengzi at first, but as soon as the child was born, the sorceress stretched out her hand to hug it, but a finger was bitten off."
"Zi Shizi?" Fangzheng's back shuddered, and there was such a wicked thing.
"Then what happened next?"
…
When the old magic stick brought Fang Zheng and the two of them drove to the Jianshanling quarry, it was almost noon.
At this moment, the quarry was full of dust, construction vehicles kept coming in and out, and the sound of gunpowder blasting the mountain was heard from time to time.
The two parked their car and went to the security room, but before they could ask any questions, the chat content of several day shift security guards reached Fangzheng's ears.
Another dead man at the quarry last night.
The one who died was the night shift security guard who had just arrived on the first day.
(end of this chapter)