Master Swindler

Chapter 4

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Fatty was so frightened that he almost had diarrhea, his face was pale and trembling, he looked back at Lu Qingjia—

"Jia, Jiajia, am I unable to wake up?"

"If I can't wake up, remember to burn more things for me during the Qingming Festival and Zhongyuan. You have seen the prices in the underworld. Burning paper once a year is definitely not enough. It's up to you, brother, whether it is delicious, spicy or poor."

Lu Qingjia smiled and said, "Well, people and ghosts have different paths, so I tried my best." As he spoke, he was about to go in another direction.

The fat man hurriedly hugged his thigh and cried, "Damn you are so cruel~~~"

Lu Qingjia dragged more than 100 kilograms of meat to the bridge, kicked the fat man down with one foot, and then turned around and fell down.

After falling awake, the early morning sun has already shone in through the screen window.

The fat man jumped up from the bed and touched his body: "It's alive, it's still hot!"

That means that his money was not defrauded at all. Seeing Lu Qingjia ignoring him and getting up to wash up, Fatty reacted.

If this guy doesn't know what to do, he wouldn't throw the counterfeit money purse without even looking at it.

While heaving a sigh of relief, the fat man pulled over the small box that Lu Qingjia had brought with him, which contained a pile of paper tying tools to prevent it from happening.

Although it is basically useless, it is not surprising that this guy despised the old woman with leprosy and scar.

When people came fully armed, it was a bit disappointing to find that the enemy could be nailed to death with one spit.

But these are not important, because the fat man dug out several stacks of money under a pile of paper props. It was the man's 20,000 yuan and the thousands on them, and a Rolex watch was also found in the corner.

Even back in reality, the watch did not turn into a paper tie, it was obviously the real thing that Lu Qingjia bought for tens of thousands of dollars.

But wasn't this thing given to the man? How did you get back

The fat man rushed to the door of the bathroom excitedly, and said to Lu Qingjia who was brushing his teeth, "How did you do it?"

Lu Qingjia didn't know what to do with this guy's stupidity, so he said, "How many times did the leather bag fall into my hands?"

"twice."

"It is known that the second opening is fake, so when did I steal the beam and change the column?"

"This is the first time." The fat man replied, but he still couldn't understand the whole picture: "What about the watch?"

Lu Qingjia looked at the guy, wiped his face, and said, "Let's talk while eating breakfast."

Today the kitchen fried fried dough sticks, crispy and fragrant. Soymilk is ground by hand, and there is no need to waste manpower. Young guests who are used to living in the city will try it themselves when they see the stone grinding in the garden. Occasionally, a bucket of soaked soybeans is placed next to it, and someone will keep it after grinding.

After eating breakfast, Lu Qingjia said, "Then the owner is Tuoer, you should have realized it?"

The fat man nodded.

"This is actually just a scam on the street. It relies on the greed of the victim and the surprise plot arranged by the liars. It's too late to think about putting people into their rhythm."

"Once someone is really greedy for the lost money, the moment they get back from the 'lost owner', they will start to feel guilty, and at this moment they will fall into the rhythm of the other party. It's just that I didn't expect that you didn't think about being greedy. That money was actually taken for granted."

The fat man muttered: "I didn't think about it because I saw that you were mixing things up?"

Lu Qingjia continued: "The money in the bag that the liar gave me for the first time is real. After suffering two losses, they should understand that I am different from you. They must be more cunning and vigilant. Gotta pay for it."

"Generally, in this case, the money is in your own hands, which will greatly reduce the vigilance of the deceived."

"When you go to a dark place and pretend to share money, the illusion that the matter will end will make people's defenses to a minimum. At this time, the 'owner' will find it again. In a panic, using the light to cover, that person will prepare early. A good fake leather bag is exchanged with a leather bag with real money, and the deceived person whose attention is attracted by the 'lost owner' can't find this moment."

"I thought that the leather bag was still the same leather bag, and then the other party hurriedly stuffed the money from the 'owner' into the wallet.

"Actually, this behavior is a bargaining chip to increase the collateral. I guess they should have a special method to accurately find you, or find the holder of your soul coin. I was already being watched when I bought the watch. feeling on.”

The fat man exclaimed: "At that time? Why didn't I know?"

Seeing Lu Qingjia looking at him encouragingly with the eyes of 'don't struggle, a fool, giving up is brave', Fatty doubted for a moment whether he was really suitable for life.

"It's just knowing the stakes of all my possessions that they have just the right amount of money. I wouldn't bet on my watch without it."

"I also noticed when he took out the withdrawal receipt. The time was exactly ten minutes ago. What a coincidence."

The fat man nodded again and again: "So you knew from the beginning that they were liars, so you counted it. The first time that person gave you the bag for safekeeping and relaxed your vigilance, you changed the money? What about the watch?"

"I asked Miss Paperman to tie another piece of paper into a Rolex as a gift for me at checkout." Lu Qingjia smiled: "You don't think I'm doing anything when you find yourself being targeted, do you?"

He spent tens of thousands of dollars, and the mere dozens of pieces of paper tied the watch were delivered by Miss Paper Man without any pressure. Even Fatty, a fellow traveller, didn't notice it. Naturally, the man could not have imagined that Lu Qingjia actually had a fake watch in his hand.

After listening to it, Fatty could only sigh that the world is dangerous, and the underworld is not easy to mix with these days.

Lu Qingjia ignored him, this guy's only role now is to work as a strong man.

It was the end of summer and the weather was not so hot anymore. Lu Qingjia started a theme festival two years ago, which he organized with the surrounding businesses and hotels.

Through the first two publicity and rave reviews from participating tourists, it has become an activity that many young people yearn for in this city.

This year's preparation plan, Lu Qingjia, has also been done early, and is starting to arrange it now, because the popularity is very good to attract investment, this year's funds are relatively abundant, and the scale is naturally larger.

The entire scenic area has been very busy recently. Even if you fight with ghosts at night, your feet will not touch the ground during the day.

When the evening came to an end, Lu Qingjia went out and came to a tomb in the back mountain.

The fat man hurriedly filled him with food: "Where are you going, I'm going to starve to death."

After dinner, he smiled and said, "Jiajia, don't you need me to go tonight?"

Lu Qingjia said, "As you like."

Before the joy on Fatty's face bloomed, he heard him say again: "After so many big losses, no matter how stupid the other party is, he knows that this bone of mine is not easy to chew."

"I remember you said before that you can see the old woman in real life, right? Are you sure she can't come out now?"

Fatty shivered, yes, although the dark city is full of ghosts, as long as he hypnotizes his normal heart, at least neither the ghosts nor the paper figurines are intentionally scary.

Thinking like this, staying by Lu Qingjia's side is the safest.

The fat man is like a mourning concubine: "When will this day be a head?"

In the evening, the two of them were still the same as yesterday. Fatty watched Lu Qingjia fall asleep. He called him twice and got no response, confirming that he was asleep, and then closed his eyes to prepare to fall asleep.

As a result, in a daze, he heard a sound from the bottom of the bed, as if knocking on his heart.

The fat man opened his eyes with a shudder—

"Knock! Knock!" There was a clear and slow knocking sound from the bottom of the bed.

The night wind blew in through the window, lifted the white screen, and could vaguely see the shadow of the leaves outside the window.

The originally cool and suitable environment outside the window suddenly appeared ghostly.

"Knock! Knock! Knock!"

The fat man's hair stood up all over his body, blood flowed back all over his body, and goose bumps covered his body.

He carefully stretched out half of his body and slowly leaned down to look at the bottom of the bed.

The target was the top of a leprosy head covered with sparse hair, as if feeling the sight of a fat man.

The head slowly lifted up, revealing a face full of folds like an orange peel, and the triangular eyes gleaming with resentment.

The two faces looked at each other, and the manly old woman slowly grinned, revealing the breath of black teeth and rotting mouse flesh.

The fat man's scalp was numb, his eyes widened, and he watched the old woman slowly climb out of the bed.

His body was stooped, his limbs were like living dead branches, and he giggled at him.

"what--"

Lu Qingjia entered the dream and waited for almost half an hour without waiting for Fatty, nor was she in a hurry, but instead left the place without waiting.

Instead of gathering information in the name of shopping and consumption, he just found a square with a lot of people, sat down in a place with a good view, and observed the ghosts coming and going.

The ghosts that appear here are all living stable lives in the underworld, with no shortage of food and clothing, and any occupation.

White-collar workers, salesmen, civil servants, technicians, ghosts.

Ghostly bad!

Lu Qingjia calmly looked at the ghost guards patrolling nearby. They wore the same uniforms as the ancient ya guards, and they looked out of place in the square full of modern atmosphere.

There was no saber around his waist, but a baton-like thing was pinned to him.

These ghosts looked arrogant, and the surrounding pedestrians tried to hide as far as possible when they passed by. In a crowded square, where ghosts appeared, a small vacuum would be formed.

Lu Qingjia saw that they were casually ordering late-night snacks at fast food restaurants and beverage stores, and they didn't give money when they took things.

It can be seen that although the underworld keeps pace with the times, many rules are not the same after all.

For example, pornography, gambling and drugs will not be banned here, just like the slogans on cigarettes before, because these things will no longer damage your health, but will create jobs and taxes. Lu Qingjia can even see the packaging of various drugs next to the cigarette cabinet. Sales.

For example, although there is a report to the police, it is absolutely impossible to link the ghosts to the real police. Their power and deterrent to the ghosts in the underworld are probably the same as the feudal society a thousand years ago.

Lu Qingjia sat up for a long time, seemingly casually walking around the city, and deliberately came to some dark and dilapidated areas.

Sure enough, I saw a lot of homeless ghosts gathered.

They also don't have the same posture as normal people. They have broken hands, broken legs, guts, belly, half of their heads, tongues, and swollen faces. They have all kinds of death methods and are forbidden to appear in front of prosperity.

Seeing Lu Qingjia, who was neat and 'upper-class', these ghosts' eyes flashed with envy and greed, but they didn't attack.

Lu Qingjia knew very well that this restraint was not because of how noble these ghosts were, but because they couldn't or dared not.

Lu Qingjia walked up to a few ghosts who had gathered to bake a fire and could still see the dead. He held a dozen beers in his hand: "Can we chat together?"

These ghosts looked at the wine in his hand and were naturally very welcome.

A group of people chatted for a long time, until after the beer was finished, Lu Qingjia also got the information he wanted before standing up and leaving.

This time, he took a taxi directly to a place, and the driver left him with an ambiguous smile.

Standing at the intersection, you can feel that the whole street is different from others. The atmosphere is full of temptation and desire. The billboards and posters outside the store are bold that cannot be seen in the sun.

Scantily clad gals danced in glass windows in a variety of styles.

Lu Qingjia ignored a few prostitutes who were soliciting customers, walked all the way, and finally saw a drunken ghost at the door of a massage parlor being greeted carefully.

Lu Qingjia had a hunting smile on her face, and followed into the store.

The author has something to say:

Ghosts: Dangerous!

Fatty: Why did you forget me