Holding the phone, I couldn't help but laugh. The thing on the other side was right. If he wasn't a human being, the police really couldn't do anything to him. What he just said was a provocation.
But he made a mistake. I am not a policeman, but a magician. I am also an undercover agent. These are the things I deal with.
Jishui is my territory now, and I don't allow such awesome people to exist on my territory.
"Little sir, then... is that thing a human or a ghost?" The man with the eyes was already frightened and worried about his wife's safety.
I smiled at him and said, "I agreed to this matter. I will go to Jixiang Apartment tomorrow."
Hearing my words, the man was so excited that he knelt down to me. I quickly supported him and said, "No need to be like this, I am a magician, and it is my duty to deal with unclean things. But what I say is in your head, you
I cannot guarantee my wife’s current safety.”
After hearing my words, the man was stunned for a moment, with a helpless expression on his face. Finally, he sighed and said, "I know she may not be alive now, but I have to figure out what is going on. Please excuse me."
Already."
The man said as he took out a black plastic bag from his pocket and put it on the counter.
"Here is one hundred thousand yuan, which is your reward. I don't know if it is enough, but I can only take out so much in a short time." The man said in a sincere tone.
I was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, because this was my first time opening a business and collecting money for the first time.
Although this feeling made me feel a little awkward, I still collected the money.
Grandpa said that those in our profession, helping people change their lives, exorcising ghosts and exorcising evil spirits, are all things that contaminate one's own numerology, so it is only natural that we receive remuneration. We rely on our own ability to make a living, and there is no shame.
However, there is a rule in our industry, that is, we don’t negotiate the price, it all depends on the owner’s payment.
Generally speaking, when our magicians are used, the master must be in trouble. When encountering such a thing, the master will not be stingy and will give the most compensation he can, so we do not bargain.
"You are in very bad spirits. Go back and have a good night's rest. I will go to Jixiang Apartment tomorrow and leave me your phone number. I will notify you if anything happens." I put away the money and said to the man.
The man nodded, thanked me repeatedly, and then walked out of the shop.
I looked at the money on the counter and thought it was interesting. It turns out that our line of work is really profitable.
"Boss, it's not bad. It's a good start." The old man came over and stretched his head to look at the 100,000 yuan on the counter.
I smiled, picked up the money and threw it to him. He was the one who got Xiaoyu's one hundred thousand yuan yesterday.
The old man took the money, laughed twice, and then put it into his pocket without any ceremony.
The wooden guy was sitting in the corner, holding his long black knife in his hand, looking out the window, frowning slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.
If I didn't know him very well, I would definitely think that this guy is a showman who pretends to be cold and deep!
But I know that he is not pretending, but that he really has that kind of virtue. I don’t know what he is thinking about every day and whether his mind is tired.
"Boss, are you going to Jixiang Apartment tomorrow?" the old man asked me.
I nodded and took all the money. I had to go to Jixiang Apartment, and the provocative words of the guy on the phone made me feel very uncomfortable.
I am the shady person of Jishui. If he dares to provoke me, I will definitely make him regret it.
"Which of you will come with me tomorrow?" I asked Lao Dao and Mu Mu.
The wooden guy was motionless, like a real piece of wood. He didn't react. I don't know if he heard me.
I glanced at him, sighed helplessly, and then looked at Lao Dao.
The old Taoist shrank his neck, laughed twice, and said: "Boss, don't look at me. You also know me. I don't know how to catch ghosts with magic. It's not that I'm timid. I'm just afraid to go."
After that, I will hold you back, boss."
I rubbed my brows. What the old man said was true. He didn't know magic, so even if he went there, it would be of no use.
"I can go with you tomorrow. I'm familiar with Jixiang Apartment."
Just then, a voice came from the door, and then a man wearing a white shirt walked in.
The guy looked lazy, had a cigarette in his mouth, and had an extremely beautiful face, prettier than most women.
Especially the trace of laziness when he walks makes his figure even more graceful and graceful.
He is the owner of the ramen restaurant, Duan Muqing.
"Boss, it's okay. It's only been a few days and you've hooked up with such a beautiful girl?" The old man looked at Duanmu Qing, his eyes widened, and he whispered to me with a look of wretchedness.
His voice was very low, but it was obvious that Duanmuqing had very good ears. He looked at the old Taoist, blew out the cigarette in his mouth on the ground, blushed, pointed at the old Taoist and said: "You are the bitch, you
The whole family is made up of women, I am a tough man, I have blinded you!"
The old Taoist stared at him dumbfounded, completely confused. Firstly, he didn't expect that this guy's ears were so good. Secondly, he didn't expect that this charming little lady was actually a man!
Although the old Taoist is very wretched, he is actually a straight man. Looking at Duanmuqing, he screamed bad luck in his heart. He turned out to be a fake bitch. Damn, he hurt the Taoist. I still wonder whether this guy's ass is up or not. It's disgusting.
,Pooh!
The old Taoist cursed himself in his heart and did not reply. He walked to the corner honestly and sat face to face with Mu Mu, both in a daze.
The old Taoist can't figure out how there are guys who look so much like women in this world.
"Have you finished all your family affairs?" I threw a cigarette to Duanmu Qing.
He took the cigarette, lit it and took a sip, then nodded and said: "It's done. I think what you said makes sense. My own obsession is too heavy. I can't let my parents do it for my own obsession."
There was no rest under the Nine Springs, so I sent them to the cremation ground during the day and then buried them in the ancestral graves."
I nodded, it's a good thing this guy figured it out, otherwise I would never go to that ramen restaurant again.
Because no one can accept that this guy controlled the corpses of his parents to make ramen for you.
"I know the Jixiang Apartment. I've heard that it's a haunted house, but I haven't had time to go there. I'll go with you tomorrow," Duanmu Qing said to me.
"Okay, I'll trouble you." I smiled and nodded. He was a native of Jishui and was familiar with Jixiang Apartment. Moreover, he knew some magic. Although it was not very powerful, it was much stronger than the old Taoist.
"Remember to call me tomorrow." He said, waved and walked out.
"Boss, how did you come to know such a guy who looks like a transvestite? You...do you have a problem with your orientation?" When Duanmuqing walked out, the old man finally couldn't help it and walked up to me and asked.
"It's your fucking orientation that's the problem, he's just a friend."
But it's obvious that the old man doesn't really believe what I said.
I was too lazy to pay attention to this guy who was full of dirty thoughts and walked directly to the second floor.
"Boss, I believe in you, but I don't trust that guy. You have to be careful when you're with him, don't let him break your heart!" the old man downstairs said to me seriously.
Early the next morning, I went to Duanmuqing's ramen restaurant and ate a bowl of ramen first. Then I took a car with him and went straight to Jixiang Apartment.
Jixiang Apartment is located in the western suburbs of Jishui. It is a three-story building with a yard outside that is full of weeds.
Duanmuqing and I got off the car at the door and looked inside. We saw that the exterior wall of the apartment was extremely mottled. The entire building was made of cement and looked to be at least twenty or thirty years old.
The corridor is pitch dark, giving people a strong sense of depression, as if there is a pair of eyes staring at you closely in the darkness.
I looked at my dark corridor and frowned slightly, because I had a strong feeling that something was really staring at us there.
At this moment, a palm rested on my shoulder. The skin on that hand was dry and wrinkled, like a piece of dead tree bark.
