"He's my father."
It was a light sentence,
But it seemed to bring about a deafening effect.
The middle-aged man took out a cigarette from his pocket and bit one for himself. He even gave one to Zhou Ze and the old Daoist.
The old Daoist did not move.
Zhou Ze calmly took the cigarette and lit it up.
"How is it? Have you decided?"
The middle-aged man continued to persuade. "Don't worry, I won't trick you. I can show you my list. When the time comes, you can just bet with me at the same time."
"You're such a good son."
Zhou Ze exhaled a smoke ring and said.
The middle-aged man frowned slightly and sneered. "Do you want to do this deal or not? Tell me."
He was not stupid. Of course, he could hear the sarcasm in Zhou Ze's words.
"Yes, why not?" Zhou Ze said.
"Okay, five thousand. It's not expensive, right?
You've already placed a hundred thousand. Two orders, a hundred thousand. If you pay another five thousand, you'll be able to make a steady profit. "
At the mention of money, the middle-aged man began to get excited. He did not mind Zhou Ze's previous mockery at all.
"What if your father can't hold on?" Zhou Ze asked.
"How can that be? He's my father. He also knows that I've placed a bet. Don't worry, I'll encourage him and let him hold on. Even if he dies, he'll die after getting some points."
The middle-aged man had an expression as if everything was under his control,
At this moment..,
It was as if father and son were connected,
A strong father-son relationship had already spread out, causing people to be moved and sigh.
"It's hard to say when a person will die," Zhou Ze reminded. "Even ghost messengers can't say for sure."
Ghost messengers could not casually take away the lives of living people. Of course, it was not that they could not do it, but the price was too high. If they were not careful, they would be doomed.
"Hehe, if you have the ability, let the ghost messenger seduce my father now."
The middle-aged man spat out another mouthful of phlegm and took out his phone,
"You guys can transfer the money directly to me. I'll show you my list immediately."
"This penniless priest is so stinky!"
The old priest directly clenched his fist and smashed it at the man's head.
"Bang!"
The middle-aged man was stunned by the punch and fell to the ground. He stood up and wanted to resist, but the old priest stared at him like a bull.
He was terrified.
You really couldn't expect a man who relied on his father's life to get rich to have much backbone and drive.
"You wait, you hit people, right? I'll call the police!"
The man immediately reached for the phone that he had dropped on the ground.
"Report it. We'll wait."
Zhou Ze said.
The man's eyelids twitched. He didn't dare to call the police. He really didn't dare. He picked up his phone and glared at the old priest. Then, he walked into the house, closed the door, and locked it from the inside.
The old Daoist priest heaved a long sigh of relief. He turned around dejectedly and looked at Zhou Ze.
"Boss, I'm sorry. I was impulsive."
"I'm fine." Zhou Ze did not mind. He asked, "Why are you so excited all of a sudden?"
"The biggest regret in my life is that when my father died, I was away and could not come back in time to see him for the last time.
This brat's words really disgusts me. He's really a beast. His conscience has been eaten by dogs. He's using his father's life to earn money. "
Zhou Ze shook the ash off his cigarette and did not say anything.
"Boss, don't you feel anything else?" The old priest pursed his lips and asked, "Anyone would be unhappy with this kind of beast, right?"
"I'm an orphan."
"..." the old priest.
Zhou Ze smiled and blew out a smoke ring. He said, "Actually, I've seen many similar things in the hospital. At first, I couldn't understand it.
I was even very angry.
There were no filial children in front of a long hospital bed. Of course, there were many unfilial children, but most of them actually wanted to treat their family members.
"Although the national medical insurance and rural social security have been popularized, and medical conditions are improving year by year, if they really suffer from those terminal illnesses or serious illnesses, it's equivalent to throwing money into a bottomless pit."
Zhou Ze threw the cigarette butt in his hand and made a smashing motion.
"Human lives are more important than money." The old priest still insisted on his opinion.
"Human lives are indeed more important than money. 'Life is priceless' is indeed a slogan that everyone is familiar with, but the value of anything can actually be measured. It just depends on the perspective.
For example, in order to treat his seriously ill elder, he borrowed money from his family, causing an ordinary family to be as poor as a church mouse. Then, the elder's illness might not be cured and he might still pass away.
"Then, how should the family's life, children's education, and future be taken care of?
"I once encountered an old man who secretly ran out of the hospital and was discovered by us. His son was very filial and was willing to sell everything he had to treat him. He knelt down and begged him to return to the hospital for further treatment.
"However, he didn't want to implicate his son. He said that he would either go home and wait for death, or he would rush to the road and be killed by a car. In short, he didn't want to stay in the hospital and spend money to implicate his son."
The old priest pursed his lips when he heard this.
"This is the helplessness of life. This helplessness runs through history, regardless of whether it's foreign or domestic. People will always have to face some choices, and these choices are sometimes very cruel."
The old priest smiled bitterly and said, "Then do we still call the police?"
"Of course, why not?" Zhou Ze looked at the old priest. "Sometimes, life is helpless, but life should not be desecrated.
It can wither helplessly, but it should not be stirred in the septic tank.
"Gambling with human lives and treating the lives of their own kind as cockfights, crickets, and dogs. These people should go to hell for fun and excitement.
"When we get back, I'll give you some ghost notes. Burn them."
When the old priest heard this, he subconsciously rubbed his hands and said shyly, "How can I do that?
Boss, it's only right for me to do something for you. It's just 100,000 yuan, right? What's the big deal? I'm not such a petty person. "
Then, as if afraid that Zhou Ze would go back on his word, the old priest immediately continued,
"Boss, if you insist on giving it, I can't just brush you off."
"You're thinking too much. Burning paper money is to get you some merits. Then, you can turn yourself in and become a tainted witness to report the case. You're also involved in gambling, but I think your merits can offset your demerits. With the effect of the ghost notes, you'll be fine."
"…" the old Daoist.
Zhou Ze walked forward with his walking stick while the old Daoist followed behind dejectedly. He was probably drawing circles in his heart.
At that moment, Zhou Ze suddenly stopped in his tracks.
"Boss, are you tired?" the old Daoist asked.
The boss has abused me thousands of times, and I treat the boss like my first love.
The old Daoist knew the basic rules of serving ghosts very well. Otherwise, he might turn you into a ghost too.
"There's a problem. What time is it now?" Zhou Ze asked.
"4: 30 p.m." The old Daoist glanced at his phone.
"Why is the sky so cloudy?" Zhou Ze pointed above his head.
"It's going to rain, right?" The old Daoist guessed.
"But the weather forecast says there won't be any rain today," Zhou Ze said.
"The weather forecast predicts an 80% chance of rain tomorrow. There are probably only ten people in the station. Then, they will raise their hands to vote. If eight people think it will rain, then it will most likely rain."
"Then, what about over there?" Zhou Ze pointed at the distant sky.
The old Daoist looked over and was stunned. There were no clouds in the sky, and the sun was shining brightly.
This strange distinction was indeed shocking. One had to know that this was not Yunnan or the plateau. This was the Yangtze River Delta Plain. This kind of sunrise in the east and rain in the west was still very rare.
"There's a problem," Zhou Ze said.
Then, he looked at a door on the right. There was a sign of "Xin Rui Hospital" on it. There was a big clock inside the door.
It was the kind of big decorative clock that was very large.
Zhou Ze pushed the door open and walked inside. The old Daoist followed behind him.
"Hey, what do you do?"
At this moment, the hospital's security guard came over.
This hospital was actually very small, and there was probably no qualification certificate. All the departments, including the inpatient department, were in a small three-story building. There was only one security guard, but it was not an old man, but a man with a fierce face although he was wearing a security guard uniform.
"I'm here to take a look," Zhou Ze replied.
"What's there to see?" the security guard scolded.
"Hey, is there something wrong with your head? The hospital is open and you're not allowed in, right?" The old Daoist directly retorted.
Have you heard of a fox exploiting a tiger's might?
This poor Daoist relies on the power of a ghost.
Scared you to death!
Wait, something doesn't seem right?
"This isn't a place to see a doctor. If you want to see a doctor, go somewhere else. Also, this is a private place. You're not allowed to visit. Go, go, go …"
The security guard ignored the old Daoist and directly came up to chase him away.
Zhou Ze looked at the big clock placed at the entrance of the hospital hall and fell into a daze.
The old Daoist stepped forward and collided with the security guard's body.
My boss is doing something very important … Uh, he's in a daze, but you can't disturb him!
"Are you going to fight?" The security guard pointed at the old Daoist.
"Come on, try it!" The old Daoist retorted.
The old Daoist was not afraid of punches and kicks!
"Do you know what this hospital does?" Zhou Ze looked at the big clock and asked.
"It's none of your business. This is a crematorium. It has nothing to do with you. If you know what's good for you, get lost. If you lose money, don't come here to look for trouble. Go find the banker!"
The security guard shouted.
Zhou Ze nodded,
It seemed like he knew.
Then, Zhou Ze reached out and patted the old Daoist's shoulder,
"Let's go."
"Boss, why are you so cowardly today … I'm relieved. Haha, it's good that we don't fight. It's good that we don't fight.
The old Daoist chuckled and followed Zhou Ze out.
The security guard glanced at the two people who walked out and snorted.
Zhou Ze lit another cigarette as he walked to the street outside the store.
The old Daoist was a little listless,
He always felt that this boss was not as spirited as the previous boss. If it was the previous boss, the previous boss would have immediately asked his father to send him off when the previous boss said, "He's my father."
The boss in front of him was too law-abiding and self-disciplined.
"He's a living person. I don't care," Zhou Ze explained.
"Okay," the old Daoist replied weakly.
"Old Daoist, I don't like this place."
Zhou Ze said.
"I don't like it either," the old Daoist echoed.
"What time is it?" Zhou Ze asked again.
"4: 43."
Zhou Ze held a cigarette in his hand and nodded.
"It's coming out."
..
The security guard picked up the walkie-talkie and said, "Hello, the surveillance room? I chased the two people who just came in away. They don't look like they're here to cause trouble after losing money."
Just as he finished speaking, a dense noise suddenly came from the walkie-talkie.
"Hello?
Hello? "The security guard patted the walkie-talkie." What a crappy machine. "
"Dong … Dong …"
The big bell beside him rang,
The security guard subconsciously turned his head and frowned. Then, he scratched his head and moved closer. F * ck, it's not the hour. Why are you knocking?
4: 43 … 4.
At this moment, the security guard suddenly heard the sound of gears grinding inside the big bell. The sound was very loud and terrifying,
It also had the texture of juice being crushed and splattered. It was like a large piece of pork being stirred in a blender.
The security guard was confused and subconsciously took a step back,
Then..,
He saw from the big bell..,
He slowly stretched out a hand,
This hand seemed to have just been crushed by gears. It was completely bloody and there was a layer of small holes on it,
Maggots poked their heads out of the small holes,
This scene..,
Was definitely a nightmare for people with trypophobia.
The temperature around..,
Dropped all of a sudden,
It gave people the illusion that they had fallen into an icehouse.
The security guard was so scared that his body began to tremble. He wanted to run, he wanted to shout, but his legs seemed to be filled with lead. He couldn't move at all.
This hand slowly grabbed the security guard's neck,
A terrifying force came from his arm, pulling the security guard closer to the big bell.
The security guard's face was squeezed against the outer wall of the big bell, and his face was almost deformed.
A gloomy and trembling voice came from the walkie-talkie: