This man is thirty-two years old. He studied in a private school. After being selected as a scholar, he has no further advancement. He can only work as a teacher in his hometown, and his life is quite comfortable.
At the beginning of this year, Xiucai moved to Jiangducheng. He was good at handwriting, so he rented a small house in the west of the city and made a living by copying books and writing letters to others.
Although the printing technology of the Liang Dynasty has been quite developed, hand-copied text can ensure the exquisiteness of the fonts, and it is more respectable to collect.
Three days ago, he had just accepted a big job and was pressed for time, so he had to lock himself in his room and copy it day and night, and finally finished it last night.
He breathed a sigh of relief. He originally planned to hand over the copied books to his employer early this morning, but when he was lazy, he suddenly felt pain and coldness in the back of his head, and fell to the ground and lost his intuition.
"Well..."
After Zhou Shi listened, he first analyzed it from a modern perspective.
After working without sleep or food for three days, it is difficult not to think about sudden death...
"Tell me your birthday and horoscope."
He substituted the scholar's birthday into the life expectancy calculation and dialed the numbers on the iron abacus for a while.
Thirty-one years to live... His life span is still not over, so it seems that he died unnaturally.
"What are your unfulfilled wishes?"
The scholar thought for a while and said: "The book I finally copied has not been delivered yet. Could you please go to my residence and give the book to my employer?"
This guy is so dedicated...
"I made an agreement with him to give him ten taels of silver for copying this book. Please take the money and give it to my mother in the country."
Ten taels of silver for copying a book? Zhou Shi wondered, is this industry so profitable?
"No problem."
"Then I'll leave it to you."
Zhou Shi waited for a while and found that he had no intention of finding out the cause of his death.
"Hey, don't you want to know how you died?"
"Huh?" Xiucai was stunned, "Of course that's good, of course that's good."
This guy is a bit strange...Don't the most common things most innocent souls want to know is how they died? Why is this guy so open-minded?
Although he had doubts in his heart, Zhou Shi did not show it on his face. After asking the scholar where he lived, he sent him away from the inn.
"Mr. Mo, there was something wrong with that guy just now."
Although Mr. Mo was just sitting behind the counter smoking, he heard the conversation between the two clearly. He knocked on the cigarette pot at the counter and said slowly: "He is not curious about the cause of his death, is he?" p>
"Yes...don't you say that the ghosts who still refuse to leave at three o'clock are mostly because they died in an unknown manner and their resentment cannot be dissipated, so they stay in the world? This person doesn't care about the way he dies at all?" "Simple, it means that he cannot enter reincarnation due to other reasons."
"Other reasons? You mean his mother?" Zhou Shi recalled. In his short career, he had seen many people who temporarily stayed in the world because they could not let go of their families. But they drank in the inn.
After a few drinks, chatting with the ghosts around, and at most asking Zhou Shi to enlighten them, they looked away. How could it not be dissipated at 30:30? How deep is the resentment?
"It shows that he is filial." Mr. Mo shrugged. Due to his huge and deformed head, this action was more like shrinking his neck.
Zhou Shi came to Mr. Mo for help, of course hoping that he would use his rich experience and knowledge to provide guidance. But in the end, he just went around in circles, which of course did not satisfy Zhou Shi.
"Mr. Mo, you are a well-informed man. Do you think there is something wrong with this scholar?"
Mr. Mo blew out a puff of cigarette, gestured with the cigarette rod towards the store, and said, "It's not just in his heart, look at this house, there are ghosts everywhere."
"Stop entertaining me..."
"Haha, you really don't take teasing." Mr. Mo smiled and said, "I do have some speculations."
Looking at Zhou Shi with an expectant look on his face, he changed the topic: "But it's just a guess. When it comes to ghosts, of course I am better than you; but when it comes to living people, you, the big shopkeeper, don't know more than me.
?I’m afraid of disturbing your train of thought, so I won’t say anything.”
Zhou Shi sighed dissatisfiedly and went back to clean up the store.
"By the way, Mr. Mo, a gold medal agent named Zhao Xuan came to see me yesterday..."
Zhou Shi had been busy all day, and now he had the opportunity to tell Mr. Mo that the corpse was found underground in Yichun Garden, and that the corpse had injured people. Zhao Xuan suspected that it was the work of the exorcists.
After listening to this, Mr. Mo slowly said:
"This detective named Zhao Xuan is really powerful, but she asked you to look for clues, so you really found the wrong person."
"Ah?" Zhou Shi didn't know why.
"Zombie driving, formerly called moving spirits, seems to be dealing with the dead, but in fact it should belong to the Gu sect rather than the Yin gate." Mr. Mo said while smoking, "It is said that the corpse driving was created by Chi You in order to make people who died in battle
Soldiers return to their hometown for burial. Corpse chasers will use secret techniques to make the corpse walk, and bring those who died in other places back to their hometown and hand them over to their relatives.
"Driving corpses may seem strange to outsiders, but in fact it is just to make the corpses imitate the movements of the corpse chasers. As far as I know, orthodox corpse chasers should not have the ability to make corpses fight with a bunch of government officials.
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So the direction of Zhao Xuan's suspicion was wrong from the beginning... not entirely wrong, her suspicion was clearly pointed at the person who buried the body from the beginning!
"So it should be someone from the underworld? The missing corpse buryer?"
Mr. Mo nodded and said: "I also think he is the most suspicious. Although this happened in Jiangdu, as people from the underworld, we cannot ignore it, but you must be careful when investigating this matter. The corpse buryers and us walkers have always been here.
If you don't get along, if there is a conflict, you may suffer a loss."
"Uh, isn't the person who buries the body also a vulva? Why are you at odds with us? We are enemies when we travel together?"
Mr. Mo shook his head and said: "Ghouls and ghosts have different paths since ancient times. As for the reason, I will tell you slowly later."
Do you have to leave some words in your mouth? Zhou Shi felt unhappy, but he didn’t dare to show it on his face.
While they were talking, the sky was already twilight. Zhou Shi quickly helped Mr. Mo back to the secret room, did some exercises on the kang, and then fell asleep.
Within an hour, Xiaosi came to call him.
"I really miss the days when I could sleep four hours a day... I'll make up for it in the afternoon."
He quickly put on his clothes and washed up. As soon as he entered the front hall, he saw the new cook, waiter and waiter standing behind Agui, waiting for him.
"Shopkeeper, the dishes are all ready and everyone is here. Can we start work?"
Zhou Shi restrained his urge to say a few words and said: "Start work!"
On the first day of supplying the pier, Zhou Shi’s plan was to prepare meals for only fifty people and see the response first.
"Start the fire!"
The workers immediately started preparing the ingredients.
It has to be said that the people Agui hired are indeed reliable. These workers are not very old, but they are quick and skilled in washing vegetables and chopping.
Soon, the chefs also started cooking. Although the four chefs have different skills, they are still very good at making big pot dishes.
"Put more salt and make the tone heavier." Zhou Shi ordered.
He concluded this from several boatmen who capsized. Sailing is a hard job and involves a lot of sweating, so the boatmen all prefer heavy-flavored dishes. Anyway, there is plenty of water in the river.
At this time, the waiter came to report: "Shopkeeper, someone is looking for you."
"Who?" Zhou Shi thought to himself, who would come to find him early in the morning? It's still far from dinner time.
Xiaosi told the man's identity, and Zhou Shi quickly ran to the front hall, fearing that he would make people wait longer.