Qin Yao, who was in uniform and carrying a black baton, led Zhang Jin on a fixed patrol route.
"Brother Qin, my brain is not working very well. Can you tell me what is going on?" Zhang Jinqiang suddenly asked in a low voice while walking.
Qin Yao: "To put it simply, if you encounter something dirty in this building and suffer a certain degree of psychological trauma, you can go to Uncle Han to receive a mental damage fee."
Zhang Jinqiang was horrified by what he said and laughed dryly: "What does this unclean thing mean?"
"Why ask even though you already know?" Qin Yao asked rhetorically.
Zhang Jin shuddered violently and subconsciously moved closer to Qin Yao.
"Hello."
Half an hour later, when they returned to the monitoring room along the planned route, an old lady with cat eyes appeared out of nowhere and stood on the side of the corridor with an anxious look on her face.
"Is something wrong?" Qin Yao raised his head and asked.
Seeing that he actually talked to him, Zhang Jinqiang was shocked. He hurriedly reached out and tugged on his uniform, and blurted out a reminder: "Three patrols!"
The old lady with cat eyes looked around, and the person she was staring at with strange eyes felt cold all over her body, as if chills were coming from her bones.
"It's okay, I know what's going on."
Qin Yao pushed away his palm, blocked the old lady's eyes with his body, and asked with a smile: "Tell me, what do you want to do when you stop us?" qqxsnew
The old lady with cat eyes withdrew her gaze from Zhang Jinqiang, and her turquoise eyes stared intently at Qin Yao's eyes: "Can you help me find my grandson?"
"Grandson?" Qin Yao confirmed: "Are you sure you are not your grandson?"
Maoyan old lady: "???"
What are these words?
Can she not tell the difference between her grandson and her granddaughter?
"I'm sure I'm looking for a grandson, not a granddaughter."
After a moment, she endured the violent emotions that suddenly rose in her heart and lowered her eyes.
"What a pity..." Qin Yao murmured.
It's a pity that this old lady is not the grandmother of the little girl in red, otherwise there will be one more way to deal with this boss in the future.
"What's the pity?" asked the old lady Maoyan.
"nothing……"
Qin Yao waved his hand, turned to the trembling Zhang Jinqiang and said, "Aqiang, you go back to the monitoring room first. I'll help the old lady find her grandson. I'll go back later."
Zhang Jinqiang: "..."
The problem is that I'm afraid you won't be able to come back later!
However, feeling the eyes of the old lady with cat eyes falling on him from time to time, these words came to his mouth and he didn't dare to say them out.
"boom!"
A few minutes later, he pushed open the door of the monitoring room and looked around. At this moment, Uncle Han, Fatty, Xiao Ding, Mr. Hong Kong and others were standing in front of the monitor, watching Qin Yao and Maoyan.
The old lady disappeared from the range of the surveillance cameras.
"Alas...it's hopeless." Uncle Han sighed.
"Then what did the old lady say to you?" Fatty looked at Zhang Jinqiang and asked.
Zhang Jinqiang: "I just asked us to help her find her grandson... I tried to stop Brother Qin, but I didn't stop him."
"We've all seen it." Fatty nodded.
Zhang Jinqiang swallowed silently and said, "Is the old lady with cat eyes a ghost?"
Everyone was silent.
"I want to resign!" Zhang Jin turned his head to look at Uncle Han and said with great determination.
Although the security treatment here is very good, no matter how good the treatment is, it is not worth risking your life!
"If you want to leave, you can take off these clothes and leave now. If you choose to stay, your performance will be increased by one thousand yuan," Uncle Han said.
Zhang Jinqiang: "..."
I don't know what kind of bad luck he had, but since he resigned from his father-in-law's bra factory, he has encountered obstacles on his job search. The family has already been unable to make ends meet, otherwise he would not have applied for a job as a security guard.
There are thousands of diseases in this world, the most terrifying one is called poverty disease.
Poverty can numb one's mind, make people feel suffocated, add countless helplessness and bitterness to life, and can make a grown man change from being open-minded to being careless.
And as long as this disease is cured, even cancer may bow down to money.
Ghosts are scary, but what's even scarier is that his wife is planning various expenses for him...
"I choose to stay."
After a long time, he silently clenched his fists and whispered.
Fatty, Xiaoding, Mr. Hong Kong and others all had an expression of "I knew this would happen" on their faces.
In fact, this is how they came...
What seems to be leaving them behind is the performance bonus of 1,000 yuan, but in fact it is all kinds of helplessness in life.
In a life with no one to hold an umbrella for them, they have no choice at all when faced with this kind of thing.
"Card."
"Hey, are you all here?" At this time, Qin Yao suddenly opened the door and walked in, smiling and saying.
The monitoring room suddenly fell into deathly silence, and everyone stared at his figure in stunned silence.
"Is there any problem?" Qin Yao asked.
"Why are you back?" Mr. Hong Kong murmured.
Qin Yao: "Can't I come back?"
Uncle Han took a deep breath and suppressed his fear: "Follow me."
Qin Yao raised his eyebrows, waved to several colleagues with a smile, and followed Uncle Han to his office.
"Why do you come to Central Building?" Uncle Han asked Qin Yao to sit in his seat and made tea and water for him in a respectful manner.
Qin Yao: "What if I say that I am here to get rid of ghosts?"
Uncle Han's face froze, and then he whispered: "The ghosts here have not harmed anyone..."
"Five ghosts bring wealth." Qin Yao said suddenly.
Uncle Han remained silent.
Qin Yao: "What is your relationship with the owner of this building?"
Uncle Han: "What's the point of saying this?"
"If you don't talk about this, what do you want to say to me?" Qin Yao asked.
"This pool of water is far more complicated than you think. I advise you not to get in." Uncle Han said seriously.
Qin Yao raised his right hand and raised his index finger: "I just want to ask a question, do you have the ability to subdue the evil ghost?"
Uncle Han: "..."
"It seems you haven't."
Qin Yao put down his arm and said expressionlessly: "Then the problem is, you have no way to subdue it or talk to them. What can you do if the evil ghost breaks out and kills people?"
Uncle Han: "That won't happen."
Qin Yao chuckled: "If it happens, you will be the first to die!"
Uncle Han: "..."
"Now, is there anything you want to say to me?" Qin Yao gradually faded his smile and said calmly.
Uncle Han lowered his head and pondered, then took out a cigarette case from his pocket, reached out and took out a cigarette, and handed it to Qin Yao with both hands.
Qin Yao looked at him deeply, reached out to catch the cigarette, threw it into his mouth, turned around and walked out.
Uncle Han exhaled a long breath, looked at his back as he strode away, and murmured: "I just hope it's a blessing and not a disaster, and don't let anything get in the way..."