"This is a business cooperation. As I said before, don't come to me unless you have to. The yin energy in you is too strong. I'm afraid I won't be able to bear it with my old bones."
"Bullshit business cooperation."
Chu Ping curled his lips. He knew that Lao Xie was shameless, but he didn't expect that he could be so shameless. He could even say such words without any sense of shame.
"Old man, I would like to remind you one last thing, go out and bask in the sun when you have nothing to do."
At this time, Lao Xie looked at Chu Ping as if he were looking at a dead person.
"Can't you stop looking at me like that? It feels like I'm going to die soon."
Chu Ping moved his somewhat stiff body and made a "click-click" sound.
"You curse me to death every time, but don't I always appear in front of you alive and kicking?"
"Avenue Fifty..."
Lao Xie patted the yellow tattered robe on his body and looked sincere.
"Stop it, I know what you mean. As for the one who escaped, you want to say that I am alive because of the slim chance of survival that God left for me."
"It's good that you know."
Old Xie seemed to want to get closer to Chu Ping, but when he saw the bulging backpack beside him, he stopped and chose a place far away from Chu Ping.
"Don't always be so desperate in the future. You really can't seize that glimmer of life every time. Then again, don't forget what I just said."
At this time, Lao Xie Tou looked like an old father who earnestly advised his son to take the right path.
"Get more sunshine? I remember it. I feel that my body is quite good and my energy is high. Sometimes I don't feel tired even if I don't sleep all night."
Lao Xie curled his lips and then looked at Chu Ping as if he were an idiot.
"Do you think this is a good thing?"
Chu Ping felt a little relieved, after all, Old Xie Tou no longer looked at him like a dead person.
"Isn't it?"
"Of course not. What people pay attention to is the balance of yin and yang. The way you look now, the yin energy is greater than the yang energy. After a while, you can just act in a horror movie without even needing to put on makeup."
"So serious?" Chu Ping subconsciously touched his cheek, as if his complexion had long since disappeared.
"This is not too serious. I have seen a man in his twenties who was haunted by ghosts because he stole the underworld weapon. He looked like
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He looked like he was in his fifties or sixties, and he died not long afterward."
Chu Ping felt cold after hearing what Lao Xie Tou said. Although he knew that Lao Xie Tou's words contained a bit of moisture, Chu Ping still felt a chill on his back.
"No wonder I feel so refreshed at night."
Chu Ping rubbed his face, as if he thought this could relieve the ups and downs of his inner emotions.
"Well, I'll pay attention, but I remember I was asking you, have you encountered anything strange during this time?"
"Does meeting you count?"
"It doesn't count."
"Then there will be none."
After Lao Xie Tou finished speaking, he looked at the time.
"It's seven o'clock, I guess you have to change your shift, so I'll leave first. By the way, help me look for my phone later. If you find it, take it to the flea market for me."
As Lao Xie was talking, he rubbed the back of his head. The red and swollen area was still swollen.
"Why is it so swollen?"
Chu Ping turned his head away with a guilty conscience, not daring to look at Lao Xie's head, because the place that Lao Xie's hand was covering was clearly the place where he had sapped him last night.
"I remember the door on the first floor is locked. Do you have the key?"
"key?"
Chu Ping had not gone down to the first floor since entering the building last night, let alone knowing that the door was locked. Moreover, when he and the security guard were changing shifts, he did not hear him mention the key.
So the person who locked the door on the first floor should be the security guard.
"Why did the security guard lock the door? Is the clown's helper really the security guard?"
Chu Ping thought of the dark security room. He clearly remembered that the security guard was standing in front of the door and looking at him, as if he was looking at a dead person.
"You don't have a key there? You are the security guard here. Didn't Manager Guo explain it to you before?"
Lao Xietou obviously questioned Chu Ping's professional level.
"Why don't you ask Uncle Song in the security room at the door? He should be the one who locked it."
Lao Xie had a strange expression on his face, looking at Chu Ping as if he was mentally ill.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
Chu Ping was a little embarrassed by Lao Xie's gaze. He always felt that his body was about to be seen by the other party.
"What is it, Uncle Song? Aren't you the only security guard in your company?"
At this time, there was a sound coming from downstairs, and Lao Xie heard it
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After that, Chu Ping ignored him and turned around and ran downstairs.
"Boy, don't forget what I said before. I don't want to see news of your death in the newspaper next time."
The old man's voice echoed throughout the floor and could not be dispersed for a long time.
Chu Ping was left alone in a daze.
"I'm the only security guard? How is that possible? Are all the previous security guards fake?"
Chu Ping thought of this and hurriedly called Lou Bin out.
"Boss, don't worry. I heard what you and the uncle said just now. The master's name is Song Shouzhe, who is the security guard outside the door. He does exist."
"Then why did old Xie Tou say that?"
If Lou Bin is telling the truth, then Lao Xie Tou is lying, but why did he tell this lie?
"Boss, do you remember what I said before? The old man's memory may have been tampered with, so I think the memory of the master must have also been tampered with."
Chu Ping took a breath of cold air.
"You mean, someone erased the memory of the security guard from Lao Xie's mind? Is it the same person who tampered with Lao Xie's memory?"
Lou Bin shook his head.
"I'm not sure about this, but I always feel that this matter is not simple."
Just when Chu Ping and Lou Bin were discussing whether the security guard was at fault, there was a sound of footsteps at the top of the stairs.
"Dong dong dong..."
After a while, a young man in his early twenties walked up from downstairs wearing a security uniform.
"Brother Ping?"
"Um?"
"I'm Xiao Wu, and I'm the one who changes shifts with you. Thank you for your hard work, brother Ping. I'll leave the daytime part of the company to me."
Xiao Wu looked very familiar. When he came to Chu Ping, he grinned like a big boy next door.
"Ah, aren't you hospitalized and recovering?"
Chu Ping also smiled, and then held Xiao Wu's hand, looking very concerned.
"Manager Guo said that the company's security guard is Brother Ping, so he asked me to come back early to help you."
"Am I alone? Uncle Song said before that you would stay in the hospital for a few more days. I thought he was here to take over my shift."
Chu Ping seemed to be talking about a very common thing.
"Uncle Song?" Xiao Wu showed a puzzled expression, "Our company has never had a security guard named Song."
