Whether in movies or TV, Taoist priests can catch ghosts in the palace or in public.
This is all based on the fiction of the story, and there is no need to care about the public's cognition, nor does it need to care about what impact it will have on living people in the world once the ghost story is true.
After things were arranged, half of the Duhunqi from Chongfeng City arrived that night.
They were all Soul Crossers who had experienced the incident in the sewer. No one dared to say no to the order to put down their work and come to the city.
Whether you are working in the outside world or working in the underworld, if your immediate boss has a new order, putting down all work and rushing here non-stop is the wise choice to save your job and your life.
At about six o'clock in the evening, the last soul transfer officer arrived. According to their respective division of labor, they squatted around the police station and glanced at the ruins intentionally or unintentionally.
Early the next morning, the former police station parked an excavator, some onlookers, and police cars.
Hu Mao took the initiative to apply to his superiors to supervise the reconstruction of the police station.
Supervision departments and engineering departments, whether related to construction or not, were all sent over.
In the final analysis, the building that collapsed into rubble after a bomb was ultimately due to the wrong architectural pattern. So many departments came together this time, and the most important thing was to ensure that after reconstruction, it would not collapse after a bomb.
Li Shuangjing went out early in the morning, and together with the 15 Soul Crossing Officers, squatted around the police station.
Even though it's daytime, there's no chance of anyone sneaking around here.
As for Lei Sen, he was on the spot to conduct the command.
As a Taoist priest, he and Hu Mao agreed on how to build the layout and how to choose the location.
I lay on the sofa and called the village chief. We chatted for a while and then asked how business was going during this time.
It's strange to say that it's been almost three months and business has become more deserted month by month.
In previous years, no matter how bad things went, there would be one business in a month.
But this year, it's strange. After three months, it has been deserted and bleak.
If this continues, what should we do?
Each of his Duhunchai subordinates is richer than the last one. Take the Duhunchai in Guanqiao Town as an example. No matter how bad it is, there is still a hotel at least?
As for Li Shuangjing, he is also a big boss.
I am a soul-crossing person, and I only have a few hundred dollars in my pocket.
Speaking of which, I feel a little disgraceful.
As the saying goes, after enjoying the comfortable days, people fell.
After walking out of the community, I wandered to the door of the convenience store. The owner of the store was squatting at the door, smoking a cigarette and grimacing.
He raised his head and stared at me, pushing
Open the door and let me go in first.
I put out my cigarette butt, rubbed my face, and asked what I was going to eat today.
“Spicy.”
I sat on a chair and picked up a bucket.
He handed over the kettle and said that in a few days, my place would be transferred.
"Oh? After making enough money, can you go home and enjoy happiness?" I joked.
He looked helpless and shook his head: "Who would think that you have made enough money?"
"Why transfer the good ones?"
It can be seen that the complexion on his face is getting worse and worse.
"Something happened at home, so I plan to go back to my hometown."
"That's a pity." I shook my head, thinking that there would be one less person to chat with in the future.
He leaned on the counter, stared out the window, and asked suddenly: "Do you think there is anything unclean in the world?"
I opened the box and said that there are so many unclean things in the world.
"I'm serious!"
"I'm serious too."
"..."
He rolled his eyes at me and handed me a cigarette: "You are young, and you don't even believe in ghosts or ghosts."
"What did you see?"
He took a sip and puffed out the smoke. After a while, he shook his head and said, "You don't believe it even if I say it."
"Tell me about it?"
"Just think I'm telling a story." He yawned and narrowed his eyes.
A child of six or seven years old would make a lot of noise every night, saying that he had seen his dead grandfather, saying that his grandfather was very uncomfortable and looked scary, and he was afraid to sleep at night.
"Oh." I nodded, which was not surprising.
"You don't think it's scary?"
I raised my head and nodded one after another, pretending to be scared: "Well, it's so scary!"
He rolled his eyes at me: "You are young and you really don't believe anything. Do you think I am telling a story?"
"I don't think so."
"Then you believe it?"
"I believe it."
"Not afraid?"
I couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Even if it's a ghost, what's there to be afraid of?"
Yes, ghost, what's so scary?
It is nothing more than something that cannot be seen or touched.
Of course, if it is a fierce ghost, then the people who see it will probably have grass growing on their graves.
"Young man, the world is full of wonders. When you really encounter them, you will know how amazing they are."
He shook his head to show my ignorance.
Pour boiling water into the box, then close it, and a scent will hit your nose.
Still a familiar smell...
I don’t remember how many bowls of instant noodles I have eaten since I came to live in the city. However, I only like this one, and I can never eat too much.
With a "ding" sound, the door was pushed open.
The people who come here are people who have met each other once.
"Hello, uncle!"
It's the little girl with two pigtails from before.
Holding her hand, there was a man and a woman, about forty years old, who came in together.
"Excuse me."
The man bowed to me and said, "Thank you."
I was stunned for a moment, then came to my senses, shook my head and said nothing.
The little girl got a bag of chips, and the two men got a bottle of water, paid the bill, and walked out. They got into the car and drove away.
I shook my head sadly, not knowing what to say.
Creation confuses people, and the old man's life comes to an end, which is also sad.
I'm afraid that the old man never thought that his child had seen many endings in life, but he had never seen his ending.
Life is like a play, and play is like life. You can clearly see the outcome of others, but you only ignore yourself.
Before leaving, I took a pack of cigarettes. The shop owner shook his head and said that this pack was a gift. Whether we can meet again in the future depends on fate.
I smiled and said that life is a long road and we have to look forward. Temporary difficulties are not obstacles that we cannot overcome.
Before opening the door, tell him, "If you need something, call me. I'm very interested in the story you told me."
After being in contact with him for such a long time, I can see that he is not a bad person, and I also know that the story he told is nothing more than the six or seven-year-old child of his family who encountered a ghost.
I think people with good moral character should live a sunny and fair life, and should not let ghosts affect their lives. Everything must be fair.
Come to think of it, the word fairness is easy to say. Whether it is in the world of heaven or in the underworld, the so-called fairness is very rare.
However, I think that within my jurisdiction, adhering to the word fairness is what I should do.