The middle-aged man was also a little helpless. He had been selling pork for half his life, and this was the first time he had seen a situation like Chen Ge's: "If you have nothing else to do, just leave. I don't have a butcher's knife here."
"Then are these knives that you commonly use for sale?" Chen Ge was determined. The live broadcast will start tonight. Regardless of whether it is useful or not, he will buy one and take it with him first.
"How can I do business if I sell it to you?" Just as the middle-aged man finished speaking, a young man with dyed hair squeezed in from behind the crowd. He looked to be about eighteen or nineteen years old. His coat was tied around his waist and he was wearing a shirt.
yawn.
Seeing the young man coming over, the middle-aged man slashed the bone-chopping knife in his hand on the chopping board, wiped his greasy hands on his waist, and walked towards the young man: "You still know how to come back? Where did you go last night?
!”
"I sang with a few friends and then went online." The young man put on his headphones, as if he didn't want to listen to the middle-aged man's nonsense.
"Why don't you answer the phone?" The middle-aged man who has been chopping bones and meat all year round looks much stronger than the young man. He directly stepped forward and took off the young man's earphones: "I'm talking to you!"
The headphones were forcibly pulled off, and the young man covered his ears and stood in front of the middle-aged man without saying a word, staring at the middle-aged man.
"You're mute? I asked you why you didn't go home last night? You didn't even answer the phone. What on earth do you want to do?" The middle-aged man's voice was so loud that the adults and aunts shopping next to him began to persuade him, and the young man standing on the other side began to persuade him.
The man stared at the middle-aged man, grabbed his headphones, and ran outside the market.
"Come back!" The middle-aged man couldn't leave because he was busy with business. He stamped his feet angrily, grabbed the kitchen knife on the chopping board, and chopped open the bones fiercely.
Seeing his ferocious look, Chen Ge wisely took back the money next to the chopping board, hugged his cock and left.
After walking out of the farmer's market, Chen Ge was looking for a bicycle when the young man with dyed hair suddenly found him.
"I heard you want to buy a butcher knife?"
"I don't want a new knife. What I need is a butcher knife that has been used for a long time."
"I have one at home, come with me, don't let my dad see it." The young man led Chen Ge to a residential building near the farmer's market. He asked Chen Ge to wait outside the door. After a while, he came out of the house.
Hold out a strip-shaped object wrapped in red cloth.
"My father is a pig butcher. He originally planned to put this knife into the coffin and said that he would not allow his family to do this business again, but my father insisted on keeping this broken knife. As a result, everything in the family went wrong from then on.
He lost everything in his business and my mother is gone. In the end, he had to go to the market to kill pigs." The young man gave Chen Ge a strip wrapped in red cloth: "This knife is unlucky.
I don’t want to trick you, so you can just take the hundred yuan.”
When the young man said this, Chen Ge felt curious. He lifted the red cloth and looked down.
The vaginal pupils were beating, as if they had been pricked by a needle, and they returned to normal after two or three seconds.
The red cloth is a single-edged sharp knife of nearly 40 centimeters. Perhaps because it was soaked in too much blood, the blade turned out to be black and red.
There is a blood groove in the middle of the blade, and the surface of the wooden handle looks like bloodshot threads, with thin red lines remaining on it.
Chen Ge tried swinging it twice, and it was a little heavier than expected.
"This knife feels a bit fierce."
I don't know how long it has been wrapped in red cloth, and the blade is no longer sharp, but the aura emanating from it has not changed.
"When I was a child, I saw my grandfather enter the pig pen with a knife. Not a single pig dared to grunt." The young man looked at the red cloth and stretched out his hand to Chen Ge: "If you are satisfied, just give me money."
"Yes, this is the pig-killing knife I'm looking for." Chen Ge handed the young man a hundred yuan and left his phone number for the young man: "If your father asks you about the knife, you can
Let him call me."
"What does this have to do with him?" The young man said with a cold face as he took the money and entered the house.
"Your father speaks a little irritably and seems to have a bad temper, but it's not easy for him. As far as I know, there is no slaughterhouse near Hanjiang. If he wants to buy fresh pork for sale in the morning, he has to get up at three in the morning to go there.
Purchase goods in the suburbs so that you can catch the morning market."
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Carrying the live chicken and the butcher's knife, Chen Ge returned to New Century Park. It was still some time before it opened for business. Chen Ge took out the list he made last night.
"We have a rooster, a butcher's knife, and salt... The three-star horror scene is extremely dangerous. If we can't come back safely, everything else is just talk." Chen Ge is ready to try his best to turn everything on his body into something that can be used at the critical moment.
Help your own cards.
He took out his black phone, slid the page to the bottom, and locked his eyes on the horror carousel column.
To be honest, he had some psychological shadow about this function of the black phone: "When I completed the daily task of expanding the haunted house, I was awarded a lottery opportunity, which is useless. The haunted house has been open for such a long time, and the accumulated screams are enough to exchange for a lottery opportunity.
, it’s impossible for me to smoke twice in a row, it’s all bad ghosts, right?”
Chen Ge has always stayed away from this kind of game that is out of control and completely based on his appearance. If the Samsung trial mission had not put him under too much pressure, he would probably continue to selectively forget this function of the black phone.
"Two chances, maybe I can actually draw something that can save my life." Chen Ge has always been a very decisive person. He tapped the screen with his finger and the turntable started to rotate.
As the turntable became slower and slower, Chen Ge clenched his hands and said, "Don't make another bad ghost come out!"
The phone made a soft beep and the pointer stopped in a certain direction of the dial.
"The lottery is completed! Congratulations on getting the special item - White Valentine's Day candy (there is a 7% chance of appearing when Zhang Ya's favorability reaches a soft spot)."
"Sincere, white, romantic and pure, when you receive this gift, your friendship will be sublimated."
"White. Valentine's Day Candy: The sweet taste lingers on the tip of your tongue. When you eat the candy, Zhang Ya will appear."
"You accepted a gift that Zhang Ya did not give before his death, and Zhang Ya's favorability towards you has slightly increased."
After watching for a long time, Chen Ge had an ominous premonition in his heart. He sat on the steps at the door of the haunted house: "I accepted a gift that Zhang Ya didn't give before his death. Why does this sound so awkward?"
With a chill on his neck, Chen Ge turned around and found a candy bag placed behind his back. The packaging design was very similar to the candy bag in the dance studio of a private college in the western suburbs.
He opened it and saw that there was only a white gummy candy inside. What was a little scary was that on the surface of the candy was the face of a girl crying.
"This face looks very similar to one of Zhang Ya's roommates. Could it be that she turned her roommate's regrets into candies?"
Putting the candy into the paper bag, Chen Ge felt that he needed to be quiet: "Although I didn't draw a ghost in this lottery, the prize is still related to a ghost. Is it because I am too close to the haunted house, so I always draw it?
These monsters and monsters?”
He dusted himself off, went inside, washed his face, put the cock away, and then rode his bicycle far away from New Century Park.
"According to the introduction of the black mobile phone, there are many kinds of rewards in the carousel. Judging from the probability, you should get something good." Chen Ge stood under Chuyang, facing the sun, and clicked on the screen.
The pointer rotated rapidly on the turntable and slowly stopped after more than ten seconds.
"What did you draw?" The early sun fell on Chen Ge, as if giving his body a layer of gold.
"The lottery is completed! Lucky Ghost Favorite, congratulations on getting a rare special prop - the crying tape (the probability of winning is 3%)!"
"He discovered a problem when he listened to the tape for the first time. There was a noise in the blank tape that could not be eliminated. He tried various methods and finally restored the content of the noise. It turned out that it was what he was struggling for help when he was dying.
sound."
"Lucky ghost favored one, congratulations on drawing a rare ghost again!"
"Attention! After five consecutive draws of evil spirits, the title of the Protector of Evil Ghosts will be automatically upgraded!"
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As the sun rose, Chen Ge sat on the curb. He lit a cigarette and looked at the New Century Paradise three thousand meters away: "If I had known better, I wouldn't have run so far."