As the saying goes, if you take money from others, you can help them get rid of their misfortunes;
But this money is a bit hot.
It's not that Boss Zhou thinks this matter is too troublesome. In fact, his focus is not on this. But after listening to Lawyer An's introduction, he suddenly became confused:
Since the organizer of that village has a deep underworld background,
Why when you are in trouble,
Send someone to Tongcheng to find you specifically
Boss Zhou thinks that he is low-key enough, and the most important thing is that he has always been kind to others in his social life.
In the eyes of outsiders, the ghost catchers in Tongcheng might be a little bit fierce and powerful, after all, they had wiped out the local ghost catcher group in Xuzhou. But they will never deviate from the identity definition of ghost catchers and head constables. They are still ghost catchers and head constables, and they are still in this circle.
At the beginning, Geng Chen was an inspector and wanted to lead a team to the human world to wipe out this "place of filth and corruption" according to the rules, but the other party used his connections to settle the matter.
Now,
The other party suddenly became interested in a small constable like me
The sense of identity crisis came over Boss Zhou, and he felt a little uncomfortable. He was not afraid of others plotting against him behind his back, nor was he afraid of others blatantly coming to his door with a knife. But he hated this kind of trick that seemed to be able to see through you from a distance. It was too disgusting.
Just like when facing Qing's arrival before, Boss Zhou seemed a little torn. It's not that Qing herself was a big trouble. Of course, she was old enough;
The most important thing is that she can serve as a fuse to tear apart his own identity. Once his identity is made public, Ying Gou’s former enemies and the high-level officials of the contemporary underworld will not let him go!
Can the money be refunded
The four young men were silent together.
And silence,
This is an answer.
Zhou Ze rubbed his brows and asked:
"Tell me, what happened to your old Qian Village... oh no, Qianjia Village?"
"My mother-in-law is seriously ill." The yellow-haired man who invited Zhou Ze to play together said, "Very seriously."
"Is my mother-in-law seriously ill or is she a serious person?"
"Very sick."
"Then you should go find a doctor. By the way, is your mother-in-law considered alive?"
"Mother-in-law, you can be considered a living person."
"Then go find a doctor, or look for other solutions. My temple here is too small, and to be honest, I may not be able to help you much."
One thing that is certain is that the mother-in-law mentioned by these four young people should be very important to their village.
It is very likely that the safety of the village depends on that mother-in-law. If something happens to that mother-in-law, or she dies, the village may not be able to continue to exist.
There are many examples of this kind. It's always like this, when people leave and the tea gets cold.
"Aren't you a doctor too?"
The yellow-haired man asked.
Zhou Ze's eyes narrowed immediately. The other party knew him very well. Although this was not a secret and it was probably recorded in the files of the underworld, it meant that the other party must have investigated him before coming.
Combined with the fact that he deliberately lost money before, or more precisely, gave himself money, he also investigated himself and thought that he loved...
Boss Zhou suddenly felt helpless at being misunderstood by this world.
"What if I insist on not going?"
Zhou Ze asked.
Upon hearing this, Huangmao didn't seem to be angry at all. He just buried his head deeper and took out a painting from his sleeve.
This painting is very short, only as long as a chopstick.
"My mother-in-law said that if you don't plan to come, let me give you this painting for your review."
Yingying took the scroll from the other person.
"The specific location of the village is also shown in the painting. If you look at the painting, you can find our village based on the location above."
"What about you?"
"We..." The four yellow-haired men looked at each other, then knelt down together and said, "Grandma said that the four of us are also part of the gift, and we consider it as your contribution to show our gratitude."
… …
Xu Qinglang and the Taoist priest didn't return until after eight in the evening. When they entered the bookstore, they were shocked to see an exquisite meal set on the table behind the bar where everyone usually ate.
"Yingying, go and warm it up."
"Okay, boss."
Yingying took the dishes into the kitchen to heat them up, while Zhou Ze motioned to the Taoist priest and Xu Qinglang to sit down and talk.
"Is this, the days are over?"
Xu Qinglang was slightly dissatisfied. Didn't he just tell him to take care of his own dinner, but why did they make such a big scene? Was they doing it on purpose for him to see
If you don't cook, I'll go have a big meal and see who feels bad...
But Xu Qinglang changed his mind and felt that it shouldn't be the case. Zhou Ze was not that naive.
"It was given to me by someone else."
Zhou Ze picked up a plastic bag from under the table and placed it on the table. He pushed it with his hand and the plastic bag fell over with "pop", and stacks of paper money fell out one after another.
“Wow!”
The old Taoist opened his mouth wide.
He knew how valuable the ghost money was. He was like a fool at first. When someone gave him a stack of ghost money, he thought it was a joke and just casually put it in the chest pocket of his clothes. Who knew that he would get into trouble after he went out that time and was stabbed by a gangster. If it weren't for the stack of ghost money stuck to the tip of the knife, he might have died at that time.
Since then, the old Taoist has had a special pursuit for this ghost money. Of course, it is definitely not the ghost money from the "Bank of Heaven and Earth". According to the usage of that kind of ghost money, the inflation in the underworld would have been as high as that in Venezuela.
Even Old Xu, who was always calm and owned more than 20 houses, had his pupils shrink when he saw the ghost money covering half of the table.
"Where did so much money come from?" The old Taoist asked with difficulty, swallowing.
Boss, are you going to pray for the salvation of an entire county
"Someone delivered it specially this afternoon." Zhou Ze replied.
"Where are the people?" Xu Qinglang asked.
"I sent him to hell."
“… …”Xu Qinglang.
“… …” old Taoist.
"They asked for it themselves, saying that they themselves were part of the gift, and insisted that since the gift had been given, there was no reason to return it."
"Where can I find such good friends? I want a bunch of them too."
"Forget it, let me tell you about your investigation results first. I will talk to you in detail about this matter later.
Lao Zhang and the other four are still in Yangzhou City, and Lao An is about to go to Guandong.
There are only a few of us left in the store, and I want to discuss this with you guys later."
"Boss, we have investigated it clearly. The matter is actually very simple." The old Taoist said and then looked at Xu Qinglang, probably meaning, should you tell me or should I tell you
Xu Qinglang waved his hand, signaling the Taoist to continue.
The old Taoist cleared his throat and said:
"It's very simple and bloody, but it's because of this mirror."
The old Taoist took out the mirror wrapped in a Taoist robe from his arms, pointed at it and said, "It should have been a very simple matter, but because of its existence, it has become complicated.
That old man was actually a lot older than me, and that old woman was over a hundred years old. She died the day before her 101st birthday.
The old man and the old woman were originally from xx province in the mainland. They were husband and wife at the time. Later, because of various things, the old man went crazy during that period.
After a while of being crazy, guess what happened? "
The old Taoist deliberately kept Zhou Ze in suspense.
"Dead." Zhou Ze replied.
"The boss is wise!"
Very blunt flattery.
"It's not that she died. After that, the old woman somehow managed to sneak to the port city, where she took refuge with her relatives. She started from scratch and started the antique business, earning a lot of money.
After the old woman died this time, her grandchildren followed her will and took her body and the ashes that the old woman had kept back to the mainland to retrace her steps.
"That's as good as saying nothing. Where's the mirror?"
“According to her grandson, this mirror was a treasure of the old woman. They thought it was a rare treasure from ancient times, otherwise their grandmother would not treasure it so much.
The old woman really never leaves this mirror alone. She always carries it with her, and outsiders are not allowed to touch it, let alone even look at it. "
"How did this mirror come into her hands?"
Yingying brought the heated dishes over at this time, and Zhou Ze took a bite of the dishes and put it in his mouth.
"That old man was an archaeology professor. This mirror must have been something he dropped on purpose as a gift to his wife. Who knew there was something strange about this mirror?"
This is a very common story of the time. It can be said that with a touch of personal heroism, it can be made into a good TV series if it is used as a script by directors of misery dramas.
But it is precisely because of the effect of this mirror that the TV series is turned into a suspenseful, supernatural, bloody R-rated film.
“I haven’t studied this mirror in detail, and I don’t dare to study it, but it’s almost certain that the old man and the old woman’s aura should remain on this mirror.
Or maybe the old woman made the mirror work intentionally or unintentionally when she was in Hong Kong City.
She was with this mirror day and night, and missed her late husband day and night, which caused my master, haha, to be pulled up again and again.
This mirror may be a projection, turning the virtual into the real, and turning longing into reality;
Maybe even the old woman herself didn’t know that because of her relationship with the mirror, my master died and was reborn, and died again and again.”
Zhou Ze nodded. Whether the old woman knew the specific function of the mirror or not, as she died, it was impossible to verify.
Xu Qinglang picked up the beer on the table, and without pouring the cup, he blew directly into the bottle mouth. After a long time, he put down the bottle and said in an angry and amused tone:
"Old Zhou, you know, there is something I have never thought of.
Do you think it’s ridiculous
The old man who killed my parents,
He is actually a madman!"