The old man was driving, very slowly, but his palms were sweaty;
From time to time, the old Taoist would deliberately glance over at the boss sitting in the passenger seat. Fortunately, the boss did not seem to be angry.
In fact, on ordinary days, people in the bookstore don’t communicate much with the outside world.
Needless to say, the boss and Yingying, Lao Zhang was always busy with work, except for coming over to say "What a coincidence" when he was eating, and he would just wipe his mouth and leave after the meal;
Lao Xu occasionally goes to the market to buy vegetables, but he basically stays in the store to do his beauty treatments or think about his own formations.
Therefore, the people who actually communicate and socialize with the neighbors in the bookstore are the experienced ones.
Generally, when various organizations such as the street, district, or local police station hold study meetings on "Creating a Civilized and Hygienic Environment", "Fire Safety Matters", "Paying Taxes is Honored", etc., the old Taoist priests will go there.
In his communication with his sanitation brothers and sisters, he described himself as an old father who had a difficult life, and an old father who had a son in his old age.
After wandering for half his life, he has some money, but his son is not a good person;
His son was a loner who liked to study the science of yin and yang. He had no choice but to drag his old body to accompany his son, for fear that his son, living alone, might go to the underworld for sightseeing if he was in a bad mood one day.
The old Taoist priest breathed a sigh of relief. They had finally arrived at the place. Most importantly, the boss didn't ask him about his "son".
After getting off the Jianghai Avenue elevated road, you will reach Xingren Town, which is the junction of Chongchuan District and Tongzhou District of Tongcheng. Continue going deeper and pass the town, and you will soon reach the countryside.
The old Taoist had obviously asked for the address in advance. After turning a few corners, he arrived at Luhuagang Village under Xingren Town.
Most of the houses here are two-story or even three-story buildings built by themselves. To be honest, if these houses were not built earlier and people's aesthetic standards were not as high as they are now, they could be made to look like villas with a little modification.
In addition, with the company's own fields in front and fish ponds in the back, the living comfort far exceeds that of the so-called townhouses or large flats.
The car stopped directly in the yard in front of the other party's house. The other party's old father, who had not yet taken off his sanitation worker uniform, hurried over to greet them.
He should be the father of the person in the accident, called Lao Suntou, an honest and rough old man, who took the initiative to hand over a cigarette.
"Old Sun, where is your son?"
The old Taoist has now invited the boss over, so he can finally show off in front of his old partners.
"He's lying in the room upstairs. He's been lying there these past few days, not eating much. Sigh!"
Old Sun frowned when he talked about this. His son is not married yet. If something goes wrong, how will he and his wife live
"What are you talking about? Take us upstairs to have a look. Don't worry, I promise you that no matter if he is sick or has something dirty, my son..."
As the old Taoist said this, he wanted to pat Zhou Ze on the shoulder.
Fortunately, he woke up in an instant.
Immediately said:
"My ears are a little itchy."
In fact, the old Taoist was not exaggerating. He really had a physical problem. His boss used to be a doctor and could take a look. If there was any other dirt, he would be in trouble!
Why would the King of Hell care about a little devil like you, since he has killed someone before
"Yes, yes, yes, please, come here."
Old Chief Sun led Zhou Ze and the old Taoist upstairs, with Zhou Ze walking at the back. In fact, there was another very important reason why Zhou Ze finally agreed to follow the old Taoist.
Just as Lao Zhang is the political correctness of the bookstore, Lao Dao is another benchmark.
In the past, I simply thought that the Taoist priest was a mine-walker, and his nickname was "I feel uncomfortable without mine-walking Ski".
Until now, Zhou Ze felt that the old Taoist had a kind of luck. If you could avoid being killed by him, he could turn you into a trigger for opportunities and treasures.
Things in the outside world are like a tangled spider web, but the old Taoist can always pull the thread you need for you through twists and turns.
Just when he was thinking about how to increase production, the old Taoist unexpectedly ran into two immortal slaves who ran down and hid in the mortal world.
Going to the balcony on the second floor, Old Man Sun opened the door and the Taoist followed him in. Zhou Ze just took a step inside and immediately stepped back, frowning and saying:
"What's burning in the room that's so choking?"
The old Taoist was stunned for a moment. What the hell is that
Old Sun was startled for a moment, then he screamed, and he seemed extremely excited. With a plop, he knelt down in front of Zhou Ze and shouted:
"Master, Master, please save my son, please save my son!!!"
If the old Taoist hadn’t seen that the situation was not right and stopped Old Sun, Old Sun would have kowtowed to Zhou Ze.
"Get up, get up, if you have anything to say, can't we just get up and talk it out? Why are you like this? We are here, so we have to help, otherwise why are we here!"
Old Sun was so excited that he burst into tears. He pointed at Zhou Ze and cried to the Taoist priest as if he had seen a savior:
"Brother Lu, your son is not a useless person, nor is he a psychopath with a problem in his brain!
He is really capable, really capable, your son is a master!"
“… …” old Taoist.
Damn it!
I took the trouble to ask the boss to come and help you.
You old idiot actually want to kill me!
"Master, Master, please, please save my son, please save my son, please..."
Zhou Ze simply ignored Old Sun's excitement.
In his sight,
The room was indeed filled with smoke.
It looked like someone had burned something in there.
But then,
Zhou Ze realized that these things could only be seen by himself, and ordinary people could not see them. But since this was the case, it was obvious that Old Sun’s son did not have any physical illness.
"Move aside."
Zhou Ze waved his hand.
Old Sun seemed not to have heard anything. He struggled to break free from the Taoist's restraints with tears and snot, and wanted to grab Zhou Ze and continue begging.
Boss Zhou took a step back.
The old Taoist immediately ran over and threw the over-excited Old Sun to the ground. He knew that the boss was a germaphobe. If you smear your snot and tears on the boss,
Oh my god,
So scary!
"Get out of the way."
"Okay, okay, Lao Sun, be obedient, be obedient."
Old Sun finally calmed down and nodded immediately, and the old Taoist let him go.
immediately,
The old Taoist and Old Sun both stood outside the door.
Zhou Ze stretched out his hand, and used the evil energy on his fingertips to draw out all the foul air inside, and then he walked into the room.
"It's done, let's go in."
The old Taoist patted Old Sun's shoulder.
Zhou Ze walked to the bed, which was covered with a mosquito net. A young man was lying on it with a sallow face.
Without wasting too much time on this man, Zhou Ze began to look around. In fact, this kind of thing was not difficult to solve for Zhou Ze now.
After all, with Tiehanhan and Half-face Personality by his side, if he can still be controlled by the little ghosts in the world of the living, then Boss Zhou can really take Tiehanhan with him and find a piece of tofu to kill himself.
It's just that this process is a bit cumbersome, because that kind of dirty thing won't always follow you around when it wants to harm you. The kind that always lies with you, sleeps with you, and eats with you, either hates you to the core or loves you to the point of being unable to extricate oneself.
There was no such dirty stuff in the room, so there had to be an extra "find clues" game session in the middle, which made Boss Zhou a little impatient.
It's like someone who is used to studying advanced physics has to explain the principle of light refraction to junior high school students.
finally,
Boss Zhou jumped and patted the top of the mosquito net with his hand.
Some leaves fell down, looking like dead grass or straw.
It is the busy farming season now, and almost every household has straw piled up in their fields.
When Old Man Sun saw this, he was so frightened that he trembled and his lips turned white.
"What's wrong, Old Sun? Just tell me what you know." The old Taoist reminded at the side. The boss had given up his lunch break to come and help!
"Master, Master, please save my son, please save..."
The old Taoist immediately hit Old Sun on the back of his head with a chestnut and scolded him, "Hurry up and say something useful!"
Old Sun came back to his senses and pointed at the straw on the ground and said, "It's him, it must be him, it must be him, it's him who is pestering my son, it's him, it's him!!!"
"No, who is he?" said the old Taoist dissatisfiedly.
"The one from West Village Group 5, West Village Group 5, seems to be surnamed Zheng." When Old Sun said this, his eyes were dull, as if he felt guilty, afraid, and at the same time a little resentful.
"What happened to you?"
The old Taoist asked directly,
Because this is not understood,
If you don't provoke them, how can they haunt you even if they turn into a ghost
"According to regulations, burning straw is prohibited now because it pollutes the environment, causes fires, and affects traffic. It has been prohibited for many years."
"Yes, what's wrong?" the old Taoist continued to ask.
In the past few years, every time this time came, farmers would start burning straw, and the air was really filled with smoke. Not only was the air quality greatly affected, but the nearby transportation network was like having an artificial "fog day."
"My son is from the Urban Management Team. He started going to the countryside a while ago to investigate people who were burning straw illegally. Then he found a man named Zheng in Xicun, who was in his 50s, and was secretly burning straw.
If they were caught and found with evidence, my son’s team would go straight up to give him punishment and education.”
"Fined?" asked the old Taoist.
"Yes, I was fined. This is in accordance with the regulations. Before, every village here has posted notices. Those who burn straw without permission will be fined between 200 and 2,000 yuan."
"How much was the fine?"
"two thousand."
The old Taoist licked his lips when he heard this.
Old Sun slapped his thigh and said regretfully:
“Who would have thought that after being fined, Mr. Zheng got so upset that he went home and drank pesticide to commit suicide!
Damn it, if you're dead, then you're dead. Why do you still hold a grudge against my son as a ghost? You fined him two thousand, but my son's team only got two or three hundred. Why do you still care about my son?"