"The people in your village are really irresistible."
Lei Yisen lay on the Taishi chair and muttered, wasn't it that when he was wandering around the village a while ago, a girl handed him a bun? As for the girl standing at the door with a bun every now and then?
"Let you take their buns." I joked, thinking to myself, for all these years, let alone buns, they haven't even given me a proper look.
Why are there so many differences between people?
At noon, Wei Ziqing went home and said he would come back to play in the afternoon. Looking at his back, I couldn't help but smile. It was the same before, but now, there are two more people around me.
Time flies, and it is the end of December 2019, and there are still only about twenty days before the Spring Festival.
I was walking on the cold street, and when the cold wind blew, I quickly put my hands in my pockets.
"Master Xiao Chen, are you cold?"
Li Shuangjing walked side by side with me. She took off one of her gloves and handed it over, saying that it would be warmer if she put it on.
I shook my head, sniffed, and couldn't help but smile.
"Don't walk so fast, I can't walk anymore!"
As the Spring Festival was approaching, the city suddenly became crowded and parking spaces were hard to find. So I simply walked all the way out from the community, half an hour away, to a supermarket.
I bought some chicken, vegetarian dishes, and of course, the tripe.
This is an essential ingredient for hot pot. In our city, hot pot is eaten in summer and winter is no exception.
Lei Sen was carrying big and small bags and shouted from behind several times.
Every time I wanted to take over, he shook his head repeatedly and said he didn't need my help, but he complained that he was tired from time to time, not knowing what he was thinking.
"I am a great Taoist priest, but I have come to do something for you." He exhaled hot breath, gasped for air, and complained all the way.
Passing by the 24-hour convenience store earlier, I said hello to the talkative owner.
"Oh, little brother, are you still there?"
"..."
This store had been closed for about half a month and had just opened in the past two days. If it weren't for his smiling face, I would have doubted without hesitation whether his words were saying: Are you not dead yet?
I bought a few bottles of beer and threw them to Ethan Lei. He rolled his eyes at me, turned around and walked towards the community.
The shop owner glanced at Li Shuangjing and joked: "Little brother, let your partner come in quickly, it's cold outside."
I nodded, and it made sense. Now that the outdoor temperature was almost below zero, she was standing outside.
It's not a problem either.
I waved to her to come in and asked her to buy some if she wanted to eat.
She hummed and looked around.
"Little brother, you are wrong."
"What's wrong?" I was stunned. What did the shop owner think of?
He glanced at Li Shuangjing and whispered: "You live with that little brother in that community. Young men are very courageous, but women are different. Aren't you afraid of scaring her?"
I shook my head: "Don't look at her like this, she is more courageous than me."
His eyes widened; "Really?"
I chuckled and said nothing more. If I let him see the other side of Li Shuangjing, the boss would be scared out of his mind.
In the end, Li Shuangjing chose two large bags of French fries, which were not expensive. Before I could take out my phone, she handed over a hundred-dollar bill and said that there was no need for change. He would come to buy things later and just collect enough.
The person she was referring to was naturally me. I couldn't help but smile and said nothing more.
However, the boss frowned and stared at the money in trance.
"Then let's leave now and come back next time." I greeted and followed Li Shuangjing out.
"Wait a moment."
He caught up to me and grabbed me, and said to Li Shuangjing: "Can I talk to him alone?"
Li Shuangjing nodded without saying anything. The store owner pulled me into the store and asked, "You are fine after living in that community for so long. Do you have any tips?"
"Um?"
I stared at him, wondering for a moment what he wanted to ask.
He shakily took out a cigarette from his pocket, handed me one, lit it and took a puff.
On December 14, 2019, that night, a man wearing a black trench coat and a black hat, covering most of his face, came to the convenience store. At that time, he was cleaning before closing the store, and the man walked in
, bought an umbrella and handed over a hundred-dollar bill.
At that time, he noticed something was wrong with the hundred-dollar bill. These days, young people who go out often scan the QR code to pay. There is no new banknote detector. Just by the feel of the hand and the floating watermark through the light, this
Only then did I confirm that it was genuine money.
After getting the change, the man left without saying a word.
It wasn't until the next day when I was giving change to an elderly customer that I discovered that there was a nine-zero bill in the cash box.
Immediately, he was stunned, took out the money, and saw the words printed on the coin: Ming Coin,
Two words.
Immediately, he recalled the approximate time in the order in which he put the money, and found that it was the last one before closing the store.
He called up the surveillance, but was so frightened that he quickly threw away the money, and immediately decided to close the shop and go home. When he got home, he told his wife about the matter. After discussing it, he thought it was bad luck that was about to come, so he hurriedly
After cleaning up, I decided to go back to my hometown to hide for a while.
"You looked at the money for a long time and accepted it?" I couldn't help but ask.
He took a breath and nodded fiercely: "What I saw at that time was RMB!"
This is strange.
I murmured and motioned for him to continue.
He said that the reason why he reopened the store in the past two days was because it had been more than half a month since the incident and there should be no problems.
"Did you call the police?"
"If only the police would believe it."
He shook his head and said that before opening the store, he went to the police station with the surveillance video and money, but he was thought to be fooling around and almost thought he was crazy.
I nodded, thinking that it was the same. If he refused to accept the ghost note at first, but finally appeared in the cashier, this would be a supernatural event. But the key to the problem is that the boss stared at it and touched it.
After a while, anyone would think of him as a lunatic.
Now that I have accepted the money and reported the crime later, if I say it was not a fooling around, not even the police, not even me, will believe it.
"So, little brother, if you hadn't passed by me every three days, I wouldn't have dared to accept the hundred yuan just now."
I stared at him suspiciously for a while: "Are you telling me a story?"
In ghost movies, people who take money and end up with it end up being ghost money. This kind of situation is already commonplace, but something like this is still new.
He sighed, walked out of the door, and came in again after a while. He was holding a banknote in his hand. When he looked carefully, he saw that it was a banknote.
"Look here. Last time I looked at it for a while before I was sure it was real money."
He pointed to me where the watermark should be on real banknotes.