"Why?"
The old Taoist priest who was carrying the drinks was stunned for a moment.
"I say, brother, your death is a bit too tragic, isn't it?"
Even the old Taoist priest who had seen countless ghosts was shocked by the death of the man in front of him.
Fortunately,
Just a little frightened,
Not that there is anything else.
The visitor is a guest.
The customer is God.
I work in the bookstore business.
If you still dare to select customers with tinted glasses, it will be really difficult for you to find anything satisfactory.
No matter how beautiful or handsome a person was when he or she was alive, it is really difficult to ensure that he or she dies beautifully.
Lawyer An is not in the bookstore now. He has taken the little girl and the little boy to Xuzhou to carry out the "Rescue My Good Brother Gengchen" operation.
But a while ago in the bookstore, Lawyer An and the old Taoist priest did consider ways to generate revenue after resuming business.
For example, use a special camera to beautify the "ghost", then print it out and express it to the ghost's relatives and friends in the world of the living.
Then the bookstore will charge additional photography and delivery fees.
This is a kind of innovative thinking, and it can also be regarded as an industrial upgrade;
In essence, it is the same as labeling unsaleable food as "low sugar", "low fat" or "low calories".
As for worrying that your relatives and friends in the world of the living will be scared by the appearance of ghosts
Does not exist,
When you open your circle of friends, you will see that they are all experts in beauty enhancement and they will definitely help you to get satisfactory results.
Xu Qinglang left the table and prepared to go to the private room to prepare some food.
The man took the wine glass from the old Taoist, took a sip, and smiled.
road:
"Finally freed."
"Is life tiring?"
The old Taoist priest chatted with him in an understanding manner.
We have done a test before, and it was found that there was a clear difference in the ghost money left behind by customers when they were sent to hell, whether there was a Taoist priest to chat with them or not.
Obviously, it is really heartwarming to have a caring old Taoist priest to chat with you before going to hell.
As long as people's hearts are warm, it is easy to pay money.
"Alive, that's good."
The man sighed, looked at the old Taoist priest, handed the empty cup back, and said slowly:
"I'm tired only when I die."
The man's eyes were clear and calm.
Generally speaking, before the dead souls are reincarnated, most of them are in a state of "unresolved worries";
After all, in this world, those who can live clearly and die freely and naturally are still a minority among the minority.
There are some extreme and even "crazy" ones here.
This kind of calmness is indeed rare.
The man was wearing black trousers and a white jacket, but the trousers and the jacket had long since rotted away and were heavily stained.
This feeling,
It looks like it was just dug out of the ground.
"Brother, how did you die?"
"Killed."
Hearing this answer,
The hand of a politically correct person who was eating at a round table suddenly trembled.
Lao Zhang raised his head.
Looking at the man,
I found out that things are not as simple as I imagined.
Zhou Ze took the bowl of soup from Yingying and drank the soup silently.
The more ghosts are sent down, the more people tend to become numb.
Reality will always be more deeply rooted in people's hearts than the description of words;
Boss Zhou had long been accustomed to this kind of thing, and no longer had the indignation he had at the beginning. It was just like working on an assembly line, day after day, it had become a habit.
perhaps,
This is probably why Boss Zhou wants to keep Lao Zhang by his side.
Because Lao Zhang is here,
It can make Boss Zhou remember it occasionally.
oh,
I am still an individual,
I should do some human work occasionally.
Lao Zhang quickly swallowed the food in his mouth and almost choked. He patted his chest and walked over. He took out the notebook in his chest pocket.
road:
"How did he die?"
"Haha, are they going to film 'The Grim Reaper'?"
When Liu Chuyu saw Lao Zhang like this, he couldn't help but joked.
He wanted to liven up the atmosphere. Besides, he was now the chief constable, and Lao Zhang, his former colleague, was still just a ghost catcher, so he felt that he could make fun of Lao Zhang.
But everyone was eating or drinking soup, and no one smiled to Liu Chuyu.
joke,
Who do you think you are
Are you qualified to laugh at political correctness
Didn’t you see that even the boss’s silence counted as approval of Mr. Zhang’s behavior
Liu Chuyu lowered his head in embarrassment.
continue,
Have a meal.
"Are you a police officer?"
The man looked at Lao Zhang, still calm.
Lao Zhang nodded, took out his ID and placed it in front of the man.
As a ghost messenger, he has a natural status advantage over the dead souls. The ghost messengers who follow more rules, when sending the dead souls to hell, would like to make them kneel down three times and kowtow nine times to show that they are more powerful than the King of Hell.
This is also the reason why it is easier to deal with the King of Hell than with the little ghosts.
But as for Lao Zhang, he prefers to think of himself as a policeman rather than a ghost catcher most of the time.
"It seems that they are really policemen."
The man nodded.
"Can you tell me about your story? You just said that you were killed."
"Yes, he was killed."
The man remained calm, as if he was not talking about his own business.
"Who killed him?"
Lao Zhang took out a pen and prepared to take notes.
"I've been dead for sixteen years. What do you think is the point of talking about this now?"
Old Zhang paused and asked, "Sixteen years?"
"Don't you want revenge?" The old Taoist said, "Bring the people who hurt you to justice!"
After hearing this, the man suddenly laughed.
This smile made Lao Zhang very uncomfortable;
Lao Zhang was not angry, but this smile made him feel uncomfortable.
He knew what that smile meant. He had seen this smile many times in his long career as a criminal police officer.
Desolation, powerlessness, helplessness, and finally, numbness.
"Go ahead."
Lao Zhang reminded.
Sixteen years is considered an old case, and the witnesses and evidence may be severely "damaged". In addition, the police handling conditions sixteen years ago are not comparable to those now.
The most typical example is DNA testing. In fact, for a long time after the emergence of this technology, police in many places were unable to use it at first for various reasons.
Lao Zhang remembers that at the beginning, when the bureau wanted to do a DNA test, it had to submit it to a foreign research institute for application. As time went by, the opportunity was lost and the cost was also high.
Time can erase too many traces.
But Lao Zhang did not lose confidence because he could "interview" the victim directly. This was almost a bug in the police force. No matter how good Holmes' analysis and reasoning were, they could not compare to letting the "dead speak" in the true sense.
"Now, what's the point of saying this?"
The man shrugged.
Continued:
"At first, I reported it to the higher authorities, and all kinds of complaints were ignored. I have been trapped there for 16 years. What else can I not let go of? What else can I not let go of?"
"Boss, why is it sixteen years?" Liu Chuyu asked Zhou Ze in a low voice at the dinner table.
"Maybe there's something special about the place where he died, like a bond or something spiritual, or there's some special aura or building nearby that has caused his soul to gather there and not disperse, and he hasn't been able to reincarnate."
This is equivalent to being in prison for sixteen years, and it is the most terrifying and lonely prison.
Zhou Ze looked up at the man.
He could hear it.
The other party doesn't really care, nor has he let it go.
Rather,
Extremely disappointed.
Lao Zhang picked up his police hat and pointed at the police badge on it.
Very seriously:
“Since I’m wearing this outfit, I’m going to live up to it.
I can probably guess what misfortune you may have encountered, what you may have encountered...
But please believe me, the vast majority of police officers are good police officers, and they all respect this responsibility and mission."
“Pah, pah, pah!”
Liu Chuyu began to applaud.
Zhou Ze kicked Liu Chuyu on the leg.
Liu Chuyu lowered his head in grievance.
Woo woo~~(┬＿┬)
The man looked at Lao Zhang very seriously.
Lao Zhang also looked at him seriously.
at last,
The man nodded.
road:
"You're a good policeman."
"Thank you, so..."
"But I am here to be reincarnated, and I don't have the money to pay you. To be honest, my family probably thought I was missing, and they haven't burned any money for me in the past sixteen years.
I don’t have the money to pay you to do me justice.”
"Money, what is that?"
Zhou Ze spoke at this time.
But in my heart I actually want to say,
After half a day,
No money
There is also a big opening promotion.
What a loss!
But when Zhou Ze saw Lao Zhang's serious expression,
OK,
No money, no money.
It’s worth it if it makes political correctness happy.
"Yes, the boss is right. We don't want money. Please tell me what happened to you. I promise you that no matter who is involved or what forces are involved, I will help you clear your name and get your crime punished."
When others say this, they may be pretending.
But Lao Zhang said this,
It really shows full sincerity.
If we say that in his previous life, Lao Zhang only acted in a way that did not violate his bottom line,
Old Zhang, who has died once,
Old Zhang has become a ghost messenger.
It has become a sin. I will sell everything I have and do whatever it takes to kill you. I don't care what your background, connections, or abilities are. I will kill you, you bastard.
"Sit down and talk while eating." Lao Xu pointed to the box and said.
The man was led into the box.
Lao Zhang sat next to him and poured him a glass of wine.
The man ate his tea and said:
"I am the accountant of Chenjia Village. Sixteen years ago, I reported our village chief for illegally occupying village land and misappropriating state poverty alleviation funds.
I reported it to the town government, to the police, and to every agency I could at the time.”
"Then what?" asked the old Taoist.
"Then, the village chief's brother and his men smothered me with sacks on the roadside at night and buried me alive under the village boundary marker that was being built at the entrance of the village.
Buried,
Sixteen years.
"Alas." The old Taoist sighed.
At the door, Liu Chuyu, who heard the story, asked with some confusion:
"It has been buried for sixteen years, how come the ghost can come out now? Did something happen
Moreover, what a coincidence, if he had come out a few days earlier, the gates of hell wouldn’t have opened yet, and he would have died immediately.”
Zhou Ze looked outside the house, which was the Internet cafe opposite.
Liu Chuyu followed his sight and looked over.
I saw the letters still scrolling on the electronic screen that the Taoist priest made in accordance with the requirements of the street office above the Internet cafe:
"We must crack down on gangsters and eliminate evil. All evil must be punished and all gangsters must be beaten..."
Liu Chuyu sighed: "So, justice may be late, but it will never fail to come."
Zhou Ze suddenly smiled.
Liu Chuyu also laughed, and finally felt that he was right, he got it right. Damn, he didn’t feel that way when he was in Changzhou before, but now that he is in Nantong, it is really like living with a tiger to serve the king!
(*^__^*)
Zhou Ze turned around.
He shouted to the Taoist priest:
"Old Taoist."
"Ah, boss?"
"Tomorrow we'll build an electronic screen in front of the bookstore, and make it a big one."