27 Chapter 27 The old monk's relic is typed out...
27Chapter 27 The old monk’s relics were punched out
Zhang Zihao turned his head and looked at the camera behind him, narrowed his dark circles and thought for a moment, then his eyes lit up and he nodded to Miao Qiang.
After seeing this, Miao Qiang nuzzled towards the cell phone placed on the bar counter. He was obviously telling Zhang Zihao that he should not use his own cell phone when calling the police, otherwise it would be easily traced.
Zhang Zihao immediately understood what Miao Qiang meant and made an OK gesture towards him. Miao Qiang was delighted. He didn't expect that Zhang Zihao, who looked a bit silly, actually had a delicate heart hidden under his simple appearance.
Heart.
After reaching a tacit understanding, Zhang Zihao covered his mouth with his hands and stood up and ran towards the bathroom. To outsiders, they thought this kid had drunk too much and rushed to the bathroom to vomit.
But Miao Qiang, who had been paying attention to him, saw Zhang Zihao folding his two hands together and covering his mouth one after the other. He used the front hand to block the back hand, and the back hand stretched out two
Put your fingers into your mouth and rub your throat.
When he trotted all the way to the bottom of the camera, he let out a "vomit" sound, and his timing and position were just right.
Following his violent spouting, the guests at other tables in the store immediately let out horrific screams. This Zihao is quite "talented". Others would lower their heads and vomit on the ground after drinking too much, but he was good at it.
Throw your head up to the sky!
The instant noodles, poached eggs, and meat skewers he had just eaten were sprayed all over the ceiling like a fountain. The camera was even covered in his vomit.
Miao Qiang secretly sighed: "What a talented man, I really don't know whether to praise his large lung capacity or praise his strong stomach pressure."
Accompanied by the screams of other customers, the owner and waiters of the barbecue restaurant suddenly became a mess.
After seeing that no one noticed him, Miao Qiang quickly stepped forward to pick up his mobile phone on the bar, turned around and hid in a small private room next to the bar.
The space in this small private room is not large, and it has been stopped by the hotel owner. The room is full of sundries, and there is a bed in the middle for temporary rest.
The mobile phone is used by the barbecue restaurant to receive takeout orders. Usually the waiter or the boss will answer the phone whenever it rings, so the mobile phone does not have a lock screen.
After Miao Qiang lit up the screen of his mobile phone, he immediately dialed the alarm number. While he was waiting for the call to be connected, he vaguely heard the owner of the barbecue restaurant crying through the private room door: "Brother, you
I squirted twice in a while, and I vomited more than I ate, which makes me stop doing business."
"Also, can you explain to me how you sprayed on the ceiling? This restaurant has been open for five or six years, and this is the first time I've seen someone like you!"
Just when Miao Qiang couldn't help but want to laugh, a connecting voice came from the other side of the phone's receiver: "Hello, this is the xxx alarm center. How can I help you?"
Miao Qiang lowered his voice and said: "Hello, I want to call the police. My current location is the Tiantianpei BBQ restaurant at No. 144 Kasai Road. There is a customer named Zhang Hu in the store. After he drank too much, he said that he had killed someone.
, and even skinned the girl, made it into a vest, and showed it off."
The operator at the alarm center immediately lost his composure after hearing Miao Qiang's words. You know, if the case was really like what Miao Qiang described, it would be an extremely serious criminal case.
So the operator confirmed: "Sir, are you sure everything you said is true? You will be held legally responsible for reporting a false alarm."
Miao Qiang said in a positive tone: "I'm very sure. Come here quickly. If it's a little later, they will leave."
"Okay sir, please leave your real name and ID number. We will arrange for the police to go there."
Miao Qiang and Zhang Zihao tried so hard to get the hotel's ordering phone because they didn't want to get themselves into trouble. Now after hearing what the operator said, he planned to hang up.
But before hanging up the phone, he emphasized again: "Come here quickly, Zhang Hu will leave soon. Also, he is easy to recognize. He is shirtless, wearing a vest, and has tattoos all over his body."
After hanging up the phone, Miao Qiang opened the private room door a small crack and looked outside through the crack.
The total time he spent on the phone did not exceed two minutes. At this time, it was still noisy outside. Seeing that no one noticed, Miao Qiang slowly opened the door, and then walked out quickly.
The moment he passed the bar, he put the phone back to its original position.
At this time, a waiter had already brought water, standing on a chair and raising his hand to wipe Zhang Zihao's masterpiece sprayed on the ceiling. Fortunately, the hotel's chandelier uses plastic gussets, otherwise it would not be possible without redecorating it.
Good.
At this time, Zhang Zihao, who was being educated by the hotel owner with a guilty look on his face, saw Miao Qiang come out and gave him a questioning look.
Miao Qiang nodded to him, and then smoothed things over and said: "Boss, this little brother was at the same table with me just now. I don't think he drank. He probably ate something that made his stomach uncomfortable, so he couldn't help but vomit it out.
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It's enough to be a regular customer, so you have nothing to lose, just give it a good try. Then, I'll transfer five hundred yuan to you, and you can ask the waiter to work hard, and it can be done in a few minutes."
Just like that, under the extremely reluctant expression of the owner of the barbecue restaurant, Miao Qiang paid for his and Zhang Zihao's meal and transferred an extra five hundred yuan to the owner, and then the two walked out of the barbecue restaurant.
After leaving the hotel, they didn't go far and went directly to the flower bed across the road. They sat on a bench under a big tree and looked at Brother Hu and the three of them, waiting for the police to come.
At this time, Zhang Zihao handed over a cigarette, and the two of them smoked and chatted.
"Brother Miao, have you called the police?"
"Reported."
"What did the police say?"
"They were afraid that I would file a false police report."
"Then can they still come? If it doesn't work, let's take action?"
"Don't worry, the police will come."
While they were chatting, an old monk came instead of the police.
Strange to say, the old monk was not practicing in the temple this late at night, but instead came to this bustling street of food stalls.
Just when Miao Qiang was secretly wondering, Zhang Zihao beside him slapped the back of the chair: "Damn it, what does the old monk want to do?"
As Zhang Zihao finished speaking, the two of them saw the kind-faced old monk wearing faded monk robes walking straight to Zhang Hu's table.
When he came closer, the old monk clasped his hands and said to Zhang Hu: "Amitabha, I see that your donor hall has turned black and your body is full of yin. I am afraid that you will be imprisoned soon. I would like to recite a sutra for you. Come here
Resolve the grievances you carry."
"What are you kidding about?!" Zhang Hu immediately became angry after hearing this. He was already drunk and staggered to his feet, grabbed the old monk's collar and said angrily: "You old bald donkey, do you know?
Do you know who I am? If you want money, get away and don’t be an eyesore in front of me.”
The two Huang Maos next to Zhang Hu also echoed: "That's right, Lao Deng'er, our Brother Hu has recently started to transfer money, don't you know? A lot of money comes in every day, and you said that his Yintang is dark,
I think you are old and confused."
"What an injustice. This benefactor is haunted by ghosts. I just want to save the evil ghost that is following you. Firstly, I can send her to the afterlife, and secondly, I can help you resolve some of your sins."
At this point, the old monk actually sat cross-legged and clasped his hands in front of his chest. Regardless of the curious eyes of the people around him, he closed his eyes and recited the Purana Sutra.
He Amitabhavi......"
Seeing the old monk reciting the Purana Sutra to him, Zhang Hu suddenly became furious and hit him with a rounded palm.
Seeing that their elder brother was taking action, the two little yellow men joined the battle circle not to be outdone. However, the old monk did not dodge despite their punches and kicks, and continued to recite the Purana Sutra in his mouth.
The onlookers saw these three guys punching and kicking an old monk. Although they couldn't bear it, they didn't dare to step forward to dissuade them. They all dared to be angry and dare not speak out.
At this time, Zhang Zihao across the street couldn't help it anymore: "Brother Qiang, if we don't stop them, the old monk's relics may be beaten out!"