Although I hated Qin Sihua, she framed me for fame and took the opportunity to meet with reporters to hype it up, causing me to be locked up for a day. But her death gave me a bad feeling. This was not a disaster brought about by Ermao's Night Demon Eye. It seemed that this was a premeditated murder motive by the evil forces in the underworld.
"Boss, didn't you say you would help me vent my anger today? Let's go out to eat something and find that bastard." Wang Zijun pushed me who was in a daze.
I looked up at him blankly: "Who are you calling boss?"
"You, help me vent my anger. If I don't call you boss, will I call you a ghost?" Wang Zijun said with big eyes.
I was drunk last night and just made a joke with him, but I didn't expect this guy to take it seriously. If he hadn't picked a fight with someone first, how could college students, who are generally polite people, beat him up in a group? Besides, it's hard to tell who's right and who's wrong after drinking. I'm so confused now because of Ermao and these strange deaths, how can I have the energy to mess with him
"Forget it. That boy is Qu Mo's classmate. It will be difficult for Qu Mo to be in the middle of this fight."
Wang Zijun's eyes widened when he heard this: "What do you mean, you weren't playing a trick on me last night, were you? Xifeng, don't forget that when you were a kid you were as skinny as a shrimp, and you had a ghost sign hanging around your neck. People always made fun of you and bullied you. Who helped you vent your anger? Now that I've been beaten, you're so cruel to let me suffer?"
This kid really made me speechless. When I was a kid, I was really thin and small, and any kid could beat me up. Plus, because I was wearing the ghost peach wood badge, there were always classmates who humiliated and bullied me. It was Ermao and Wang Zijun who helped me deal with them time and time again. Otherwise, my young heart would have been hurt so much that I would have dropped out of school long ago.
He meant to call me ungrateful, which made me feel ashamed. Think about it the other way around. That fucking cook is also a bastard. You said Wang Zijun is Qu Mo's friend, and they just had a few arguments. Why did they team up with others to beat him up? It's clear that they didn't give Qu Mo face.
"Okay, okay, stop cursing. I'll go with you to meet that bastard."
Wang Zijun smiled and said that this was a true brotherhood, and he put his arm around my arm and walked out of the hotel. We had a simple meal at a snack bar near the hotel, and when we looked at the clock, it was almost nine o'clock, so we took a taxi to the hospital, but were kicked out just after entering Ermao's ward. This is the intensive care unit, and I'm not Ermao's biological father, so I'm not allowed to go in.
I came to the hospital not only to see Ermao, but I was mainly worried that Night Demon Eye would attract evil spirits again and harm the people in the hospital. Fortunately, after asking around, I found out that the hospital was peaceful overnight after the unlucky doctor died last night. I breathed a sigh of relief and asked Wang Zijun if he knew where the chef's snack bar was.
Wang Zijun said that they discussed it while drinking last night, and that everyone would reunite at his snack bar at noon today. The address is on the south side of the gate of Longxing Temple, and the name of the store is "Longxingju". I know that Longxing Temple is the most famous scenic spot in the provincial capital, with a history of about 700 years. Legend has it that in the late Southern Song Dynasty, after the Mongolian army broke through Lin'an Prefecture, the Song army protected a prince who fled here for refuge and built a temple to conceal his identity in an attempt to restore the monarchy, so it was named Longxing Temple.
I originally wanted to go to the police station to ask Long Shaohui to help me find the household registration of male and female yin, but now Wang Zijun is pestering me, so I have no choice but to find the cook first. On the way there, I wondered what I should say to the cook. I asked him to apologize, but what if this bastard refused to bow his head and started fighting? I was afraid that I would be too harsh and get thrown into the cell again. What should I do