"He's my dad."
A light word,
But it seems to have a deafening effect.
The middle-aged man took out a cigarette from his pocket, took a bite of it himself, and gave one to Zhou Ze and the old Taoist.
The old Taoist didn't move at all.
Zhou Ze calmly took the cigarette and lit it.
"Well, have you thought it over?" The middle-aged man continued to persuade, "Don't worry, I won't cheat you. I can show you the order I placed, and then you can place the order at the same time as me."
"You are such a good son."
Zhou Ze blew out a puff of smoke and said.
The middle-aged man frowned slightly and sneered, "Tell me whether you want to make this deal or not."
He was not stupid, so of course he could hear the sarcasm in Zhou Ze's words.
"Follow, why not?" Zhou Ze said.
"Okay, five thousand. Isn't that expensive? You've already placed a one hundred thousand order. Two orders, one hundred thousand. Another five thousand will allow you to make a steady profit."
When it comes to money, the middle-aged man becomes excited and doesn't mind Zhou Ze's previous ridicule at all.
"What if your father doesn't make it?" Zhou Ze asked.
"How can that be? He's my father, and he knows that I've placed a bet, too. Don't worry, I'll encourage him and tell him to hold on. Even if he dies, he'll have gained something."
The middle-aged man had an expression that everything was under control.
At this moment,
It seems like there is a real bond between father and son.
The strong father-son love permeates the air, which makes people moved and sigh.
"It's hard to tell when a person will die," Zhou Ze reminded, "even the ghost messenger can't be sure."
As a ghost messenger, you cannot arbitrarily deprive a living person of his life. Of course, it is not impossible to do so, but the price is too high. If you are not careful, you may be doomed.
"Haha, if you have the guts, ask the ghost to lure my father away right now."
The middle-aged man spat out another mouthful of thick phlegm, then took out his cell phone.
"Just transfer the money to me directly. I'll show you my order as soon as the money is transferred."
"I'm turning to you to code you!"
The old Taoist clenched his fist and smashed it on the man's forehead.
"Bang!"
The middle-aged man was stunned by the punch and fell to the ground. He stood up and wanted to resist, but the old Taoist stared at him like a cow.
He got scared.
You really can't expect a man who relies on his father's life to make a fortune to have much backbone and sharpness.
"Just wait, you're going to hit someone, right? I'm calling the police!"
The man immediately reached for his cell phone which he had just dropped on the ground.
"Report it, we'll wait."
Zhou Ze said.
The man's eyelids twitched. He didn't dare to call the police, he really didn't dare. He picked up his cell phone, glanced at the old Taoist fiercely, then walked into the house, closed the door, and locked it from the inside.
The old Taoist priest let out a sigh of relief, turned around somewhat dejectedly, looked at Zhou Ze, and said:
"Boss, I'm sorry, I got carried away."
"It's okay." Zhou Ze didn't care and asked, "Why are you suddenly so excited?"
"My biggest regret in this life is that when my father was dying, I was away from home and didn't have time to come back to see him for the last time.
This devil's words really make me sick. He is such a beast. His conscience has been eaten by a dog. He is using his father's life to make money. "
Zhou Ze shook off the cigarette ash and said nothing.
"Boss, don't you have any other feelings?" The old Taoist pursed his lips and asked, "Anyone would be unhappy with this kind of beast, right?"
"I am an orphan."
“… …” old Taoist.
Zhou Ze smiled, exhaled a puff of smoke, and said, "Actually, I have seen a lot of similar things in the hospital. At first, I couldn't understand it either.
Angry, even.
There is no filial son by the bedside of a long-term patient. Of course, there are indeed many unfilial sons, but the vast majority of people actually want to treat their family members.
Although the national medical insurance and rural social security have been popularized, and medical conditions are improving year by year, if you really suffer from those terminal or serious diseases, it is like throwing money into a bottomless pit. "
Zhou Ze threw the cigarette butt in his hand away and made a "smashing" gesture.
"Human life is more important than money." The old Taoist still insisted on his opinion.
“Human life is indeed more important than money, and ‘life is priceless’ is indeed a slogan that everyone is familiar with, but the value of anything can actually be measured, it just depends on the perspective from which you look at it.
For example, in order to treat a seriously ill elder, the whole family would borrow money, leaving an ordinary family penniless. Then the elder’s illness might still not be cured and he would die anyway.
Then how should we take care of the family life, the children’s education and future
I once encountered an incident where an old man secretly ran out of the hospital and was discovered by us. His son was very filial and was willing to sell all he had to pay for his medical treatment. He even knelt down and begged him to return to the hospital for further treatment.
But he didn't want to drag his son down, so he said he could either go home and wait to die, or he could rush to the road and get hit by a car and die. In short, he didn't want to stay in the hospital and spend money to drag his son down.
The old Taoist pursed his lips when he heard this.
"This is the helplessness of life. This helplessness runs through history, regardless of China or foreign countries. People always have to face some choices, and these choices are sometimes very cruel."
The old Taoist smiled bitterly and said, "Then should we call the police?"
"Report it, why not?" Zhou Ze looked at the old Taoist: "Life may be helpless sometimes, but life should not be desecrated.
It can wither in frustration, but it should not be stirred in a septic tank.
They gamble with human lives, treat the lives of their own kind as dogs for cockfighting and cricket fighting, and seek fun and excitement. These people deserve to go to hell.
When we get back, I'll give you some ghost money, you can burn it."
Upon hearing this, the old Taoist rubbed his hands subconsciously and said shyly:
"How can I feel so embarrassed, Boss? I should do something for you. It's just 100,000 yuan, right? What's the big deal? I'm not such a stingy person."
Then, as if he was afraid that Zhou Ze would go back on his word, the old Taoist continued:
"Boss, if you insist on giving it to me, I can't refuse you."
"You're overthinking it. Burning paper money is to earn you some good karma, and then you can turn yourself in as a tainted witness. You also participated in gambling, but I guess the merits and demerits can offset each other, and with the effect of the ghost money, you'll be fine."
“… …” old Taoist.
Zhou Ze walked forward with the help of a cane, while the old Taoist followed behind him dejectedly, probably making circles in his mind.
At this moment, Zhou Ze suddenly stopped.
"Boss, are you tired?" asked the old Taoist.
No matter how many times my boss abuses me, I still treat him like my first love.
The old Taoist knows the basic rules of serving ghosts very well, otherwise he might turn you into a ghost too.
"There's a problem. What time is it now?" Zhou Ze asked.
"It's 4:30 in the afternoon." The old Taoist glanced at his cell phone.
"Why is the sky so gloomy?" Zhou Ze pointed upward.
"It's going to rain." The old Taoist guessed.
"But the weather forecast says there won't be rain today," Zhou Ze said.
"The weather forecast predicts that there is an 80% chance of rain tomorrow. There are probably only ten people in their station, and they vote by raising their hands. If eight people think it will rain, then it is 80% likely to rain."
"Then, what about over there?" Zhou Ze pointed to the sky in the distance.
The old Taoist looked over there and was stunned for a moment. There was no cloud in the sky and the sun was shining brightly.
This strange distinction is indeed frightening. You have to know that this is not Yunnan or the plateau, but the Yangtze River Delta plain area. The scene of sunrise in the east and rain in the west is still very rare.
"There's a problem." Zhou Ze said, and then he looked at a big door on the right with a sign that read "Xinrui Hospital" on it. There was a big clock inside the door.
It is a large decorative clock, very large in size.
Zhou Ze pushed open the door and walked inside, with the old Taoist following behind him.
"Hey, what do you do?"
At this time, the hospital security came over.
This hospital is actually very small and probably doesn't have any qualifications. All departments including the inpatient department are in a three-story building. There is only one security guard, but he is not an old man, but a man with a face full of flesh even though he is wearing a security uniform.
"Come and take a look." Zhou Ze replied.
"What's so good about that?" the security guard scolded.
"Hey, are you mentally ill? The hospital door is open and you are not allowed to come in, right?" The old Taoist priest confronted him directly.
Have you ever heard of the fox taking advantage of the tiger's might
I am a poor Taoist who relies on the power of ghosts.
Scare you to death!
Wait, something seems wrong
"This is not a place to see a doctor. If you want to see a doctor, go somewhere else. Also, this is a private place and visitors are not allowed. Walk around..."
The security guard ignored the Taoist priest and came up to chase him away.
Zhou Ze stared at the big clock placed at the entrance of the hospital hall, lost in thought.
The old Taoist stepped forward and had direct physical contact with the security guard, and they collided head-on.
My boss is doing something very important... Uh, he's daydreaming, but you can't interrupt him!
"Are you going to take action?" the security guard pointed at the Taoist priest.
"Come on, you try it!" the old Taoist retorted.
When it comes to fist and kick skills, the old Taoist is not afraid of them!
"Do you know what this hospital does?" Zhou Ze said, looking at the big clock.
"It's none of your business. This is just a crematorium. It has nothing to do with you. Get out of here if you know what's best for you. If you lost money in gambling, don't come here to cause trouble. Go find the dealer!"
The security guard yelled directly.
Zhou Ze nodded.
It seems he knows.
Then Zhou Ze reached out and patted the old Taoist on the shoulder.
"Let's go."
"Boss, why are you so cowardly today... Just breathe a sigh of relief, haha, it's better not to fight, it's better not to fight, everyone gets along and makes money, gets along and makes money."
The old Taoist laughed and followed Zhou Ze out.
The security guard glanced at the two people who walked out and snorted.
Walking out onto the street, Zhou Ze lit another cigarette.
The old Taoist is a little depressed,
I always feel that this boss is not as encouraging as the previous boss. If it were the previous boss, when the previous boss said "he is my father", the previous boss would probably have let his father die before him.
The boss in front of me is too rule-abiding and self-disciplined.
"He is a living person and is not my responsibility," Zhou Ze explained.
"Hmm." The old Taoist responded weakly.
"Old Taoist, I really don't like this place."
Zhou Ze spoke.
"I don't like it either." The old Taoist echoed.
"What time is it?" Zhou Ze asked again.
"Four forty-three."
Zhou Ze held a cigarette in his hand, nodded, and said:
"It's coming out."
… …
The security guard picked up the intercom and said, "Hello, this is the monitoring room. I've chased away the two people who just came in. They don't look like they're here to cause trouble because they lost money."
Just as he finished speaking, a burst of noise suddenly came from the intercom.
"Hello? Hello?" The security guard tapped the intercom. "What a crap machine."
"Boom... Boom..."
The big bell beside me rang.
The security guard subconsciously turned his head to the side, frowned, scratched his head and moved closer. Damn it, it’s not even the hour yet, why are you knocking
Four forty-three… four minutes.
At this moment, the security guard suddenly heard the sound of gears rubbing against each other inside the clock. The sound was loud and scary.
It also has a texture of juice being crushed and splashed, as if a large piece of pork is being blended in a blender.
The security guard was confused and took a step back subconsciously.
Next,
He saw from the great bell,
Slowly stretch out a hand,
This hand looked like it had just been crushed by gears. It was completely bloody and covered with a layer of densely packed small holes.
Maggots were poking their heads out of the small holes.
This screen,
It's definitely a nightmare for people with trypophobia.
The surrounding temperature,
It lowered down suddenly.
It gives people the illusion of falling into an ice cellar.
The security guard was so frightened that his body began to tremble. He wanted to run, he wanted to shout, but his legs felt like they were filled with lead and he couldn't move at all.
The hand slowly grabbed the security guard's neck.
A terrible force came from the arm, pulling the security guard closer to the clock.
The security guard's face was pressed against the outer wall of the clock, and his face was almost deformed.
A gloomy and trembling voice came from the intercom:
"What... time is it... I... I... damn... damn... no?"