At this time, almost all the investigators in the carriage stood up, and almost all looked at Fatty Sun with surprised faces. At this time, Fatty Sun had also stood up tremblingly. When I was about to look for him to bring bad luck, suddenly
I heard an investigator shouting: "Old Mo! What's wrong with you, Old Mo?" Then I saw Lao Mo lying on the ground, foaming at the mouth and twitching. Ximen Lian, who was in the same room as Lao Mo, had already run up to him and immediately solved the problem.
He opened Lao Mo's coat and jacket, found a bottle of medicine in his jacket pocket, drank it on him, and then laid him on the ground. Seeing that the frequency of Lao Mo's convulsions gradually decreased, Ximen Lian let out a sigh of relief:
"Old Mo has a heart disease. His life has finally recovered this time. He almost passed by just now. Next time... the great sage should give him a warning earlier." Fatty Sun frowned and looked at Old Mo lying on the ground, as if there was something wrong with him.
He couldn't say anything. I understood what he wanted to say: He has a heart disease and still works in the polling bureau...
Seeing that Lao Mo was fine, Fatty Sun put the mp3 back into his pocket. I was beside him and snatched the mp3 away: "Great Sage, when did you record it? Why didn't I know?" Fatty Sun looked at it.
He bared his teeth at me and said, "I didn't record it. When I came back from Tianshan, I took the time to find Yang Jun and asked him and Ouyang Zhanzuo to record it for me. I just finished it yesterday and I haven't had time to tell you yet. Lazi, no
I said, carrying this thing in your pocket will make you feel more at ease wherever you go. So what, this is with Bluetooth, I will pass it on to you when I get the chance."
"Don't wait until you have the chance..." I said, already taking out my mobile phone and transferring the contents of the MP3 to my mobile phone. The sound capacity of the "evil" cry was very small, and it was already transmitted in the blink of an eye.
The mp3 was returned to Fatty Sun. I pointed at the stiff souls in the two surrounding carriages and said to Fatty Sun, "What should I do with them?"
"It's okay, they will calm down on their own in a while. After Yang Jun finished recording, he told me that the black cat's cry has been controlled to a very low level. It can temporarily paralyze people's muscles, but it still mainly makes the soul incapacitated for a certain period of time.
They will recover on their own after a while." Fatty Sun said something and suddenly thought of something, "I'm not telling you, how much trouble can we avoid if we give them a blow before setting off?"
I looked at the place where the soul that I had just struck disappeared, then looked up at the speakers and cameras above my head, and then called Monk Xiao: "Old Xiao, you saw it just now, right? What was that soul?"
Something?" After a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, he only said one word: "軻."
"軻" I repeated the word, but Fatty Sun didn't understand. He waited until I hung up the phone, looked at me and said, "Sword? What sword is Master Xiao talking about?" I took a deep breath and said.
: "People become ghosts after death, ghosts become ghosts after death, and ghosts become nothingness after death. Theoretically, ghosts are a hundred times more afraid of ghosts than people are afraid of ghosts. I have read records in the data room. In the Tang Dynasty, there was
For a period of time, the talisman used to drive away ghosts on the gate had the word '軻' written in seal script. It was said that if this talisman was affixed, all sneaks would be evaded thousands of miles away."
When Xiong Wanyi and Ximen Lian heard what I said, they both came over. Senior official Ximen glanced at me, and he seemed to hear something wrong: "Consultant Xiao said it was '軻'? He was mistaken, right?
Without Yang Qi, it theoretically only appears in a very few areas of the Yin world. From ancient times to the present, it has only appeared in extremely Yin days. The frequency of its appearance can be counted on one hand, and even in the Yin world, it can be counted on one hand.
There are not many more ghosts in the world than giant pandas. How can they appear here so easily? Are they still mixed among these souls? Lazi, Consultant Xiao is definitely wrong. Not to mention the polling bureau, even the religion before liberation
The Commission has no real case about Di, and all the claims that Di appeared in the Yangshi are based on the documents."
When Ximen Lian was talking, I had already begun to recall the records about Yu in the reference room. By the time he finished speaking, I had almost remembered the few articles about Yu that I had read. Looking at Ximen Lian's disapproving expression, I
Said: "Master, that soul just now is probably that of Di. The "Five Flavors" written in the Ming Dynasty said that the scene of Di's appearance is: 'Die appeared, and all the ghosts were frightened and started fighting.' It was exactly the same as before."
Then, I knocked on the window frame of the carriage with my hand, and it was densely covered with some Yin-gathering runes: "Besides, this train and carriage have been modified, and a lot of Yin-gathering things should have been added. You guys
I saw it just now, the souls were a bit too physical when they came in. Nowadays, 80% of people don’t need the celestial eye. As long as people with slightly stronger five senses can see these souls, this train is simply an acquired and extremely yin place."
After Ximen Lian listened to what I said, he was also recalling these sentences in the Ming Dynasty's "Five Flavors". He didn't argue anymore, but it could still be seen that he still refused to easily believe that the soul just now was a drunkard.
After a while, the surrounding souls began to slowly return to normal. The souls that were so crazy just now were now standing there with their heads down.
Since more than half of the souls in the carriage guarded by Lao Mo and the others have disappeared, we have also suffered some losses. Lao Mo has suffered a heart attack again. Although his condition is under control now, he still cannot do strenuous activities. A few of us discussed
After a while, all the souls were placed in our carriage. The vacant carriage was cheaper for Lao Mo. An investigator who had a good relationship with Lao Mo stayed in the carriage to take care of him.
The remaining two investigators also entered our car. They, Xiong Wanyi and Ximen Lian were all from the second room. The four of them simply gathered together. Fatty Sun and I continued to guard the other end, guarding everyone.
The souls were surrounded in the middle. The train continued to move slowly for more than an hour. During this period, Monk Xiao came over to take a look. He must have locked the souls with him in the carriage. Monk Xiao asked us about the details about the disease just now.
, but when we asked him why Di was mixed in the soul, Monk Xiao frowned and said: "I can't take care of Di now. Let's finish this mission first. When this mission is over, your Director Gao will
Give me an explanation."
Monk Xiao didn't stay in our carriage for long. Before I could ask who the soul was that entered the carriage with him, Monk Xiao walked back non-stop. It seemed that he was worried about staying in the carriage.
After Monk Xiao left, we took out the food that had been stored in the carriage, which was bread, sausages, pickled mustard and the like. The bread was not tightly packed and had dried out and hardened. We drank mineral water.
, a few of us made do with this meal. Fatty Sun ate with a frown on his face almost from beginning to end. In the polling bureau, the only people who are more picky than him when it comes to eating and drinking are probably Director Gao Liang and Monk Xiao.
Already.
"I didn't say that. If I had known this would be like this, I would have brought something to eat. It's better than bread and mustard." Fatty Sun swallowed the last bite of bread and said to me with a sad face. I looked at him
I took one look at them and said: "Some of them are good to eat. Look at them again. If they want to eat these things, they will have to eat them for the rest of their lives." After I finished speaking, Fatty Sun glared at me: "It's interesting to compare them with me.
?"
Just when we were full and bored, the door behind us was opened. Fatty Sun and I thought it was the investigator in charge of taking care of Lao Mo in the front car who came to replace us, so we didn't care, but Xiong Wanyi and the four of them watched.
Everyone behind us was stunned for a moment. Fatty Sun and I felt that something was wrong. When we turned around, we saw two black gun barrels pointed at our heads. There were three people standing behind us, two and a half boys each holding a gun.
Five consecutive shots were fired. The leader, an old man of half an age, held an imitation of May 4th and bared his yellow teeth and said: "Don't move! Brothers are seeking wealth, not life. Let's cooperate a little, and we can guarantee a hair."
No one will be hurt. If you want to be a martyr, my brother will not stop you. I will send you down one by one. But before you become a martyr, think about your parents, wife and children. Is it worth becoming a martyr for a little money?"
After the old man finished speaking, he tapped Fatty Sun's head with the five-four in his hand, and said: "Little fat man, you are the first one, hand over all the valuable things, don't make brother trouble! We are asking for money, don't give it to me
Fatty Sun looked at the muzzle of his gun, sighed, and muttered: "I'm not telling you, I don't know if you are unlucky or we are unlucky..."
The young man behind Fatty Sun stabbed him hard in the back with the barrel of his gun, and shouted at Fatty Sun: "Where did you come from with so much nonsense! If I ask you to pay, just pay. Try talking nonsense again."
?Believe it or not, I will make a hole for you in the back!" Fatty Sun's face turned a little ugly at this time. He has been in the polling bureau for a long time, and he has taken things of life and death lightly, and now he is being held up by such a shotgun.
In the back of my mind, I remembered that we are all human beings. We will vomit after drinking too much, and even being shot will probably be unbearable...
"Isn't it just money? I have it, use it to spend it... Jianghu is in an emergency, I understand. I didn't say it, I think I was the same brother back then..." Fatty Sun was talking nonsense, and he had already put his hand into his clothes, looking at
The position where he reached out was for the pistol. While the three car gangsters were paying attention to Fatty Sun, I bent down slightly and moved the barrel of the gun away from the vital position of my body. At the same time, I had already reached in with my right hand.
When he was about to reach for the pistol, the old man in charge suddenly put a pistol to Fatty Sun's head: "Put your hand out..." Fatty Sun could only retract his hand helplessly, half of the man behind me
The young man also came to his senses and pressed the muzzle of the shotgun against my back. I felt annoyed in my heart. Although I was a special forces soldier, the skill of grabbing a sword with bare hands was not my strong point. I did not dare to act rashly again.
, the movements of his hands also stopped.
The old man saw Fatty Sun's hand stretched out, and said to the young man behind Fatty Sun: "Second fool, this fat guy seems to be playing tricks. Please take out the money for him." Second fool agreed and stretched out his hand into Fatty Sun's hand.
In his arms, he first took out Fatty Sun's wallet. When he reached out again, his expression suddenly changed. He glared at Fatty Sun, his eyes getting wider and wider. When he pulled his hand back, he held Fatty Sun's wallet in his waistband.
Holding a pistol: "Uncle, he has a gun!"
The old man was also startled. Just now he thought that Fatty Sun was hiding a dagger, fruit knife or something, but he didn't expect to find a pistol on his body. The old man reached out and took the pistol handed over by Er Daozi, and looked at it
At a glance, two pistols were placed on my and Fatty Sun's heads respectively, and they said to the young man behind me: "Bangchui, search him!"
The man named Bangchui hesitated for a moment, but then he carefully touched the place where I could hide the gun through my coat. Within a few moments, he touched the pistol on my lower back: "Uncle, he also has a gun!" he said.
I dared to open my coat, and the pistol on my waist was exposed. Bangchui was not brave enough, and his face had changed. He said to the old man, "Uncle, they have guns, let's withdraw!"
"Get out of here!" The old man kicked Bangchui's leg, "We also have guns! Damn it!" Bangchui pulled out my pistol tremblingly: "Uncle, what should I do now?
?" "Put it away!" The old man kicked him again, "I said I won't take you out to do business, it's just a waste of time for me. Even if your mother acts like a naughty girl again next time, I won't take you out again! No more.
If I take you out to do business, you will be my uncle!"
The old man's original plan was to hold his ground and let Er Lengzi and Bang Chui grab it, but the first two did not go well. The old man was from a nearby village and had done more than a dozen similar transactions in other provinces more than ten years ago.
He cracked down on the car bandits and road bullies, and when the pursuit became more rigorous, he ran back. The money he shared from the trains had already been eaten, drank, and gambled. When he came back, except for a stolen pistol, he had only the clothes on his body.
The total money in his pocket was less than one yuan. Later, with the support of his two sisters, he opened a small shop in the village, which could be regarded as a livelihood. Unfortunately, when playing cards a year ago, the small shop lost to
He killed the second idiot from the same village.
When the railway sent people to inspect the tracks a few days ago, the old man noticed that this line had been out of use for many years. Now that he came here for maintenance, it showed that a train was going to pass through this line recently. The old man's heart began to feel alive, and he borrowed the opportunity.
I bought a motorcycle and walked back and forth along the railway several times. After picking a few pieces, I felt that I was alone, so I called my two nephews to come over and help.
When the train came this evening, the old man didn't expect that the train would go so incredibly slow. He could have jumped on the train with just a few steps. At first, he thought it was God's openness that allowed them to make a lot of money, but what happened later
It proves that for them tonight, God is not at work at all...
"What are you two doing?" the old man said with two guns in his hands against my and Fatty Sun's heads. Fatty Sun looked back at him and smiled, and said: "We are traveling together, and we originally wanted to fight in front.
, I’m not telling you, I didn’t expect to be intercepted by you. The rules of the rivers and lakes are about first come, first served, do you think..." Before Fatty Sun could finish his words, he was slapped on the neck by Er Daozi: "Who told you that first come, first served?
Believe it or not, I asked you to report to Lord Yama first?"
As soon as Er Lunzi said these words, all the souls in the car raised their heads and glanced at Er Lunzi. The old man said: "Don't talk nonsense to him, don't care if he is on the street or not. Search his body again and see if there is anything else."
Something valuable." Erluzi reached out again and found the mp3 in Fatty Sun's pocket.
"This is good, what's recorded in it?" Er Lunzi said to himself, and started to look for the play button on it. Including Zhonghun Soul and Xiong Wanyi, we all stretched out our hands to plug our ears. Unfortunately, Er Lunzi fiddled with it for a long time.
He did not open the mp3, and finally put the mp3 into his pocket. The old man became a little impatient: "Can you take it home and try to die? There are so many people in front of you, why are you standing still?"