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The driver didn't respond enthusiastically:
"Hey, big sister, which workshop are you from?"
He just continued to drive his car steadily and steadily, braking when necessary, and not even changing lanes to overtake, waiting behind in an orderly manner.
Zhou Ze was a little curious. If the Yin Chariot went through it directly, would it be able to hit it
The next moment,
The bus stopped at the traffic light.
Wait for the red light!
Boss Zhou smiled and said, "This ghost driver drives more cautiously and abides by the rules than a real driver."
The little girl didn't take it seriously. She used her little finger to pick her ear and said:
"These are ghost cars driven by drivers who died in car accidents in their previous lives."
"oh."
No wonder.
Died in a car accident,
So I understand more about reverence.
Zhou Ze thought of the Mercedes that had raced with him not long ago.
The final result was that he was knocked over by himself and did a Thomas spin and fell to the ground.
The last time Zhou Ze rode in the dead man’s paper car, strictly speaking, that paper car was a black car in the underworld and operated without a license.
Although the traffic police couldn't control him, it was still considered an unruly behavior.
But this car should be regarded as the bus to the underworld. Both the passengers and the driver have demonstrated a very high level of quality and standard.
Zhou Ze also noticed that there was no trickery on the bus, with the possible exception of the driver. If you looked closely at the other passengers holding yellow oil-paper umbrellas, you could tell that underneath the thick rouge on their faces was a paper-like white.
In the car, there were women of all shapes and sizes, beautiful and intelligent, both men and women, all of them "express deliveries" sent to the underworld by human beings.
The taste is really unique.
Zhou Ze was not sure about the men who were sent down to burn the fire. They were obviously not servants, but were dressed very fashionably and wore sunglasses. Was this sent down by filial sons and grandsons for their fathers or for their mothers
Really thoughtful and unique.
"Anyone who can burn things is not an ordinary person." The little girl explained when she saw Zhou Ze admiring everything.
"Um?"
“Either the dead are extraordinary, or the living are extraordinary.
All beings are equal. This is not just bullshit in the human world. Privileged carnivores are everywhere, and even worse in hell. "
"By the way, I really want to go to the depths of hell and take a look." Zhou Ze said.
In the final analysis,
Every time he entered hell, he just walked around the beginning of the Yellow Springs Road and at most said hello to the faceless woman under the pool over there, but he never went deep into it.
"Sometimes, rubbing against each other outside is the most comfortable, so that at least you still have fantasy, passion and impulse."
The little girl stretched herself lazily.
"If I go in, I'll be so scared that I'll shiver and it'll be boring."
Zhou Ze frowned.
Why does this explanation sound so dirty
The little girl smiled and continued, "The most important thing is that low-level ghost messengers like us are considered grassroots civil servants. In reality, civil servants who go deep into the grassroots are often the most miserable. If you are unlucky, you will form a poverty alleviation one-on-one relationship with a family in a poor mountain valley.
As for grassroots civil servants like us in hell, even if we kill each other, as long as things are not too extreme, the underworld will turn a blind eye and let it go.
I'm not afraid of you laughing at me. Not to mention you, I'm the same. I haven't been to most places in hell. Because if you go to some places, they don't care whether you are one of them or a ghost messenger. They just perfunctorily deal with you and the other dead souls. It's normal. "
"It's really a handful of bitter tears."
Boss Zhou suddenly felt that being a civil servant was not so good after all. His most comfortable life was to bask in the sun and drink coffee every morning in his own bookstore.
"Is this the express delivery truck?" Zhou Ze asked again.
"Well, I guess so. We have a special status, so we can get a ride. This is also because the two ghost officials in Changzhou are even more lazy than you. Liu Chuyu is a newcomer after all. You have seen his home. It has not formed a Taoist atmosphere at all. Unlike our bookstore, it has formed its own aura and the dead souls will come to our door on their own.
If you get rid of zombies and the living dead and that kind of stuff in your bookstore, maybe business will be better.”
The little girl did not forget to put some eye drops on Bai Yingying at this time.
At this time, the car stopped and the door opened.
Many people came up.
Dressed in various styles,
There is a pretty maid dressed like an ancient person,
There is a servant who looks like a tortoise,
Of course, there are also trendy ones.
There are even some Shamatte ones.
All kinds of things,
Dozens of people came up.
And these people were holding mahjong tables made of paper.
A bunch of Apple Xs,
And so on, these are the gifts that you can bring along.
The carriage was immediately packed, and Zhou Ze was also surrounded by people.
These people didn't talk, let alone ask for seats. They weren't actually human, so they seemed very well behaved. It was crowded, but everyone was quiet. The figures of the people standing swayed as the bus started again.
Like a cart of seaweed, swaying in unison.
He reached out and stroked his chin.
It's a pity that these electronic devices such as mobile phones cannot record these things.
Otherwise, upload a video.
It should be very popular, right
"This car is driving so slowly." The little girl complained.
"It doesn't cost any money, so it doesn't matter." Zhou Ze felt at ease.
"Automatically deduct the ghost money." The little girl rolled her eyes at Zhou Ze.
"Master, drive faster, we're out of gas!"
After staggering for a while, they finally walked most of the way and were not far from Liu Chuyu's home. Zhou Ze looked out the window and saw that it was still raining heavily.
"It's raining in Tongcheng too, right?" Zhou Ze said.
"Tongcheng is closer to the sea than Changzhou, so it must be raining harder than here. My dad just sent me a WeChat message saying that he and my mom are going on a trip in Shanghai. They were planning to go to the 80,000-seat stadium to watch the match between SIPG and Evergrande tonight, but it was postponed due to the typhoon warning."
"Your dad and the others are no longer in the nursing home?"
"No longer, he plans to take her out for a trip."
"Well, going out for a walk might be good for your recovery."
"That's nonsense. He probably gave up on treatment." The little girl shook her head. "He's obviously a very good psychologist, but in the end he can't even cure his wife's illness. The sense of loss must be huge."
Zhou Ze nodded.
"So, whenever someone comes to the bookstore to tell me that they died in a car accident or a tsunami somewhere, I won't be surprised at all."
"You mean..."
"That's normal. Let's die together for love."
“Not really.”
Zhou Ze understood Wang Ke. Some things may be distorted and changed with life experiences, but certain qualities in one's bones are difficult to eliminate.
We are all orphans, so we all know that it is a blessing to be able to grow up alive, so we will not end our lives lightly.
"I'm just preparing for the worst. If she dies, I can get over it, but if he dies, I'll be very sad."
Before Zhou Ze could ask who "he" was referring to, the bus stopped again.
“Click…”
The car door opens.
After a long pause,
No one got on the bus.
The driver didn't rush.
Just park the car with the door open and wait.
Zhou Ze and the little girl looked out the window at the front of the car.
The person who was about to get on the bus was an old man, probably about the same age as the Taoist priest, but he was not in as good of a condition as the Taoist priest.
The old Taoist is getting more evil as he grows older.
Good waist, good kidneys, good work,
It is said that many manufacturers wanted to invite Lao Dao to endorse health products after watching his live broadcast.
But the Taoist priest rejected them all. He didn't want to fall into the trap of health products. In his words, it would be very embarrassing if a ghost came into the bookstore one night while he was sitting there and said that it went to hell early because it took the health products endorsed by him.
The old man was very thin, so thin that he was just skin and bones. He did not get on the bus. Although the bus was parked right in front of him, he still sat on the curb and carefully weaved his bamboo basket.
"Is it a ghost?" asked the little Loli.
Zhou Ze shook his head, "No."
"What is that? Such a big deal. The driver has a bad temper. Although he let us get in the car, he didn't even say hello.
Now they are willing to wait here for others to weave the bamboo baskets and then get on the bus.”
"It seems to be a dead soul."
"How is it possible that a dead soul can get on this car?"
"He looks familiar." Zhou Ze frowned, "I seem to have seen this old man somewhere a while ago."
"Hey, driver, are you going or not? I have to go home early to cook for my kids!"
The little Loli shouted in dissatisfaction.
The driver was unmoved.
"I guess, why? Could it be that the inspector or the judge came out in disguise?" The little girl was a little suspicious.
finally,
The old man wove the bamboo basket, put it on his back, and got on the car through the front door.
The driver closed the car door but didn't start the car.
Instead, he took the initiative to help the old man clear the way and escorted him through the crowded carriage.
Always,
Walked in front of Zhou Ze and the little loli.
The driver's face was ashen, and it was obvious that he had been dead for a long time, but he was wearing a uniform, so no other parts of his body could be seen.
He stretched out his hand and pointed at the little Lolita.
Directly:
"Give your seat to the elderly."
“… … ” Little Loli.
Oh my god.
Are you kidding me
Yinche, are you also engaging in moral kidnapping
Now that she's closer and can sense his aura more clearly, the little loli can conclude that this old man is really just an ordinary ghost.
When I was about to publish,
Zhou Ze reached out and held the little Lolita's shoulder, then stood up with a smile, indicating that he would give up his seat.
The old man thanked Zhou Ze.
sat down,
When the driver saw the old man sat down, he walked back and started the bus again.
"Hey, boss, don't be so cowardly. Even though we ghost messengers are not welcome in the underworld, we shouldn't give up our seats to the ghosts in the ghost carriage, right
This is outrageous. Even the dead dare to use their privileges in front of the ghost messenger?"
Zhou Ze handed the phone to the little Lolita.
The little girl took the screen and took a look.
Stunned for a moment.
This is a piece of news from a few days ago:
"The criminals threatened the girl with a knife, and she struggled to escape and asked for help from 70-year-old Deng, who was working at the door of his house.
Deng stepped forward and fought with the gangster actively, and the girl was able to escape. However, Deng, who was in his seventies, was stabbed to death by the gangster.
It is reported that,
Deng's family is poor, and he still needs to weave bamboo baskets to earn money to support his family at the age of 70."
After reading the news,
Then look at the bamboo basket that the old man put down at his feet.
Neatly placed there are the "Heroic Acts of Bravery" certificates awarded by the local government.
The little girl kept silent and stopped complaining.
after all,
Such privileges,
It really leaves me speechless.
There is no reason to say that.
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PS: This story takes place in Shilu Village, Tianping Town, Teng County, Guangxi. The murderer has been sentenced to death. Local governments at all levels have commended the old hero and issued him consolation money.