As the saying goes, take someone's money to eliminate disaster
However, this money was a little hot.
It was not that boss Zhou felt that this matter was troublesome. In fact, his focus was not on this. Instead, after listening to lawyer an's introduction, he suddenly became puzzled:
Since the organizer of the village had a deep background in the netherworld..,
Then why was it that when he encountered trouble..,
He specially sent someone to Tongcheng to look for him?
Boss Zhou thought that his actions were low-key enough. The most important thing was that he had always pursued a social style of being kind to others
In the eyes of outsiders, the ghost messengers of Tongcheng might be a little fierce and powerful. After all, they had once destroyed the local ghost messengers in Xuzhou. However, in the end, they would not break away from the definition of ghost messengers and constables. Everyone was still ghost messengers and constables. They were still in this circle.
Back then, as a patrol inspector, when Geng Chen wanted to lead the team to the world of the living to get rid of this "Hiding evil" according to the rules, he was settled by the other party using his connections.
Now..,
The other party was suddenly interested in a small constable like him?
A sense of identity crisis struck, and boss Zhou felt a little uncomfortable. He was not afraid of others scheming against him behind his back, nor was he afraid of others brazenly slashing at his door with a knife. However, he disliked this kind of trick that seemed to be able to see through you from afar. It was very uncomfortable.
Just like when he faced the arrival of Qing, boss Zhou seemed to be in a dilemma. It was not that Qing herself was a big trouble. Of course, she was big enough
Most importantly, she could be a fuse to tear apart his identity. Once his identity was revealed, then Ying Gou's old enemies and the current higher-ups of the netherworld would not let him off!
Could the money be refunded?
The four young people were silent,
And silence..,
That was a form of reply.
Zhou Ze rubbed the space between his eyebrows and asked,
"Tell me, your old Thousand Village... Oh no, Thousand Family Village, what exactly happened?"
"Mother-In-Law is seriously ill." The yellow-hair who had called Zhou Ze over to play said, "Very, very seriously."
"Is Mother-In-Law very ill, or is Mother-In-Law very sick?"
"Very sick."
"Then you should go find a doctor. By the way, is your mother-in-law a living person?"
"Mother-In-Law can be considered a living person."
"Then find a doctor or find another way. My temple is too small. To be honest, I might not be of much help."
One thing was certain. The granny that the four young men mentioned was very important to their village.
It was very likely that the safety of the village depended on the grandmother. If something happened to the grandmother, or if she was gone, the village might not be able to continue to exist.
There were many examples like this. It was the case when people left and the tea cooled.
"Aren't you also a doctor?"
Blondie asked.
Zhou Ze's eyes immediately narrowed. The other party knew him very well. Although this was not a secret, and it was probably recorded in the files of the Yin Masters, this meant that the other party must have investigated him before coming.
Coupled with the fact that he purposely lost money, or to be more precise, gave him money, he must have investigated him and thought that he loved him very much …
Boss Zhou suddenly felt helpless about being misunderstood by the world.
"What if I insist?"
Zhou Ze asked.
Blondie didn't seem to be angry at all. He just buried his head deeper and took out a painting from his sleeve.
The painting was very short, only as long as a chopstick.
"Granny said that if you don't plan to come, let me show you this painting."
Yingying took the painting from the other party.
"There is also the specific location of the village in the painting. If you look at the painting, you can find our village according to the location on it."
"What about you?"
"We …" Blondie and the other three looked at each other and knelt down together. "Granny said that the four of us are also part of the gift. It's your achievement to express your sincerity."
..
Xu Qinglang and the old priest didn't return until eight o 'clock in the evening. When they entered the bookstore, they were shocked. Behind the bar counter, on the table that everyone usually used to eat, there was an exquisite table.
"Yingying, go heat it up."
"Okay, Boss."
Yingying brought the dishes into the kitchen to heat them up, while Zhou Ze gestured for the old priest and Xu Qinglang to sit down and talk.
"Isn't this a good life?"
Xu Qinglang was slightly dissatisfied. Didn't he just tell him to settle dinner by himself? Did he deliberately set up such a big scene for him to see?
If you don't cook, I'll go eat a big meal. Let's see who feels sorry for me …
However, Xu Qinglang thought about it. It shouldn't be. Zhou Ze wasn't that childish.
"It's a gift."
As Zhou Ze spoke, he picked up a plastic bag under the table and placed it on the table. With a push of his hand, the plastic bag collapsed, and stacks of ghost notes slid out one after another.
"Wow!"
The old priest's mouth was wide open.
He knew how precious the ghost notes were. Back then, he was like an idiot. When someone gave him a stack of ghost notes, he thought it was a joke, so he casually put the ghost notes in the pocket of his clothes. Who knew that something would happen after he went out and he would have been stabbed by a criminal. If it wasn't for the stack of ghost notes stuck at the tip of the knife, he might have been dead at that time.
Since then, the old priest had a special pursuit for the ghost notes. Of course, it was definitely not the kind of 'Heaven and Earth Bank' ghost notes. According to the way that ghost notes were used, the Underworld would have long been inflated like Venezuela.
Even Old Xu, who had always been calm and had more than twenty suites, narrowed his eyes when he saw the ghost notes that covered half of the table.
"Where did you get so much money?" The old priest gulped and asked with difficulty.
Boss, did you go to a county town to expiate?
"Someone specially sent it over this afternoon," Zhou Ze replied.
"Where are they?" Xu Qinglang asked.
"I expiated them and sent them to hell."
"…" Xu Qinglang.
"…" the old priest.
"They requested it themselves. They said that they were part of the gift. They insisted that since the gift had been given, there was no reason for them to return it."
"Where did you find such good friends? This penniless priest also wants a stack."
"Forget it, let's talk about the results of your investigation first. I'll tell you about this matter in detail later.
Old Zhang and the others are still in Yangzhou City. Old An is about to go to Guandong.
There are only a few people left in our shop. I want to discuss it with you later. "
"Boss, we've investigated. It's actually very simple." As the old priest spoke, he looked at Xu Qinglang. The general meaning was, should you say it or should I say it?
Xu Qinglang waved his hand and signaled for the old priest to continue.
The old priest cleared his throat and said,
"It's very simple and very melodramatic, but it's because of this mirror."
The old priest took out the mirror wrapped in the cloth of his Daoist robe and pointed at it. "It should have been a very simple matter, but because of its existence, it became complicated.
That old man was actually a bit older than me. That old woman was already over a hundred years old. She passed away the day before her 101st birthday.
The old man and the old woman were both from XX Province in the Mainland. The two of them were husband and wife at that time. Later on, because of all sorts of things, the old man went crazy during that period of time.
After going crazy for a while, guess what happened? "
The old priest deliberately kept Zhou Ze in suspense.
"Dead," Zhou Ze replied.
"Boss is wise!"
It was a very blunt flattery.
"That's right. After that, the old woman used some unknown method to sneak into Hong Kong and join her relatives there. She even started an antique business from scratch and earned a lot of money from the old nose.
"After the old woman died, their grandchildren followed her will and brought her body and the ashes that the old woman had been treasuring back to the mainland to walk the same path."
"That's equivalent to not saying anything. Where's this mirror?"
"According to her grandson, this mirror is the old woman's treasure. They thought it was some rare treasure from ancient times. Otherwise, their grandmother wouldn't have treasured it so much.
The old woman really doesn't leave this mirror. She always carries it with her. Outsiders aren't even allowed to look at it, let alone touch it. "
"How did this mirror get into her hands?"
At this moment, Yingying served the heated dishes. Zhou Ze picked up a mouthful of food and put it into his mouth.
"That old man was an archaeology professor when he was alive. This mirror should be an object that he deliberately left behind as a gift for his wife. Who knew that there was something strange about this mirror?"
It was a very common story in an era. It could be said that it had a little bit of personal heroism. It could be used as a script for those bitter drama directors to make a good TV series.
However, it was precisely because of the role of this mirror that this TV series was forcefully turned into a suspense, supernatural, and bloody R-rated film.
"I haven't studied this mirror in detail, and I don't dare to study it, but it's not far from it. This mirror should have the aura of the old man and the old woman left behind.
"Or perhaps, when the old woman was in Hong Kong, she might have intentionally or unintentionally made this mirror work.
"She accompanied this mirror day and night, and she missed her late husband day and night. This caused my master, hehe, to be pulled up again and again.
"This mirror might be a projection, turning the virtual into the real, turning the thoughts into reality
Perhaps, even the old woman herself doesn't know that because of her relationship with this mirror, my master has died and come back to life, and come back to life again and again. "
Zhou ze nodded. Whether the old woman knew the specific use of the mirror or not, with her death, it was impossible to verify.
Xu Qinglang picked up the beer on the table. He did not pour a glass and directly blew at the mouth of the bottle. After a long time, he put down the bottle and said with some anger and amusement,
"Old Zhou, do you know, there's something I never thought of.
Don't you think it's funny?
That old thing who killed my parents..,
He's really a lunatic! "