Chapter 109

"He is my father."

A light sentence,

But it seems to have an enlightening effect.

The middle-aged man took out a cigarette from his pocket, bit one by himself, and sent one to Zhou Ze and Lao Dao.

The old Taoist priest didn't move.

Zhou Ze calmly took the cigarette and lit it.

"Well, have you considered it?" The middle-aged man continued to persuade, "don't worry, I won't fool you. I can show you the list I made, and then you and I will make the same time together."

"You are such a good son."

Zhou Ze said with a puff of smoke.

The middle-aged man frowned slightly and sneered, "this transaction, do it or not, say it."

He is not stupid. Of course, he can hear the irony in Zhou Ze's words.

"Follow, why not follow." Zhou Ze said.

"OK, fivethousand, isn't it expensive? You've already made 100000. Two lists, 100000, and another fivethousand, can make you a steady profit."

Speaking of money, the middle-aged man began to get excited and didn't mind Zhou Ze's previous ridicule.

"What if your father doesn't make it?" Zhou Ze asked.

"How can he? He's my father, and he knows that I bet too. Don't worry, I'll cheer him up and let him die. Even if he dies, he'll die again after getting a little."

The middle-aged man has an expression that everything is under control,

At this moment,

It seems that father and son are really connected,

The strong friendship between father and son has spread out, which makes people moved and sigh.

"It's impossible to say when people will die." Zhou Ze reminded, "even if it's a ghost, I'm not sure."

Ghost bad, can't arbitrarily deprive the lives of living people, of course, it's not impossible, but this price is too high, a little carelessness, is doomed.

"Hehe, if you have the ability to let ghost bad hook my father away now."

The middle-aged man spit out another mouthful of thick sputum, and then took out his mobile phone,

"You can transfer the money directly to me. I'll show you my list right away."

"I'll turn to you, smelly Hey!"

The Taoist priest directly shook his fist and smashed it at someone's forehead.

"Bang!"

The middle-aged man was directly stunned by this punch and fell to the ground. He stood up and tried to resist, but the old Taoist stared at him like a cow.

He counseled,

You really can't expect a man who gets rich by his father's life to have much backbone and spirit.

"Wait, you hit someone, right? I'll call the police!"

The man immediately touched the mobile phone he had just fallen on the ground.

"Report, we'll wait."

Zhou Ze said.

The man's eyelids twitched. He didn't dare to call the police. He really didn't dare. At that moment, he picked up his mobile phone. He glanced at the old man fiercely, and then walked into the house, closed the door, and locked it from the inside.

With a sigh of relief, the old Taoist turned around and looked at Zhou Ze, saying:

"Boss, sorry, I'm impulsive."

"Nothing." Zhou Ze didn't care and asked, "Why are you suddenly excited?"

"The biggest regret of my life is that when my father was dying, I was out of town and didn't have time to come back to see him for the last time.

This bastard really makes me sick when he talks. He is really a complete beast. His conscience is eaten by the dog and he makes money with his father's life. "

Zhou Ze shook the ashes and said nothing.

"Boss, don't you feel anything else?" The Taoist priest pursed his lips and asked, "this kind of beast, no one will be happy with it?"

"I'm an orphan."

"........" old road.

Zhou Ze smiled, spit out a smoke ring and said, "in fact, I have seen many similar things in the hospital. At the beginning, I also couldn't understand them,

Even, very angry.

There are no filial sons in front of the bed after a long illness. Of course, there are many unfilial sons, but most people actually want to treat their families.

Although the national medical insurance and rural social security have been popularized, and the medical conditions are improving year by year, if you really suffer from those incurable diseases or severe diseases, it is equivalent to throwing money into a bottomless pit. "

Zhou Ze threw out his cigarette butts and made a "smash" action.

"Human life is more important than money." The old Taoist insisted on his own view.

"Human life is indeed more important than money, and 'life is priceless' is indeed a slogan that everyone is familiar with, but the value of anything can be measured, just depends on the different perspectives.

For example, in order to cure their seriously ill elders, the whole family borrowed money, leaving the original ordinary family destitute, and then the elder's disease may still not be cured, or left.

Then how should we take care of the family life, children's education and future?

I once met an old man who secretly ran out of the hospital and was found by us. His son was very filial and was willing to sell iron to treat him. He knelt down and begged him to go back to the hospital for further treatment.

But he didn't want to drag his son down. He said either let him go home and die, or he rushed to the road and was killed by a car. In short, he didn't want to live in the hospital and spend money to hurt his son. "

The Taoist priest pursed his lips at the speech.

"This is the helplessness of life. This helplessness runs through history. Regardless of China and foreign countries, people will always have to face some choices, and sometimes these choices are really cruel."

The old Taoist said with a wry smile, "do you still call the police?"

"Newspaper, why not?" Zhou Ze looked at the old way: "life sometimes has helplessness, but life should not be blasphemed.

It can wither in helplessness, but it should not be stirred in the septic tank.

Gamble with human lives and treat the lives of their own kind as cockfighting, cricket fighting and dog fighting. These people should go to hell for fun and excitement.

When you get back, I'll give you some ghost money. Burn it. "

Hearing this, the Taoist priest subconsciously rubbed his hands and said:

"It's so funny, boss. It's also right to do things for you. It's 100000 yuan, isn't it? What's the big deal? I'm so stingy."

Then, the Taoist priest immediately continued as if he was afraid of Zhou Ze's repentance:

"Boss, if you insist on giving it, I can't kiss your face."

"You think too much. Burning paper money is to get some evil virtue for you, and then turn yourself in and report the case as a tainted witness. You are also involved in gambling, but it is estimated that the merits and demerits can be balanced, plus the effect of ghost money, it will be fine."

"........" old road.

Zhou Ze walked forward on crutches, while the old Taoist followed him with a dejected head, and he thought he was constantly drawing circles.

At this time, Zhou Ze suddenly stopped.

"Boss, tired?" The Taoist asked.

My boss has abused me thousands of times, and I treat my boss like my first love.

The Taoist priest knows the basic principle of serving ghosts, otherwise he may turn you into a ghost.

"There is a problem. What time is it?" Zhou Ze asked.

"Four thirty in the afternoon." The Taoist glanced at the mobile phone.

"Why is it so cloudy?" Zhou Ze extended his finger to the top of his finger.

"It's going to rain." The old Taoist guessed.

"But the weather forecast says it won't rain today." Zhou Ze said.

"The weather forecast predicts an 80% probability of rain tomorrow. They estimate that there are only ten people in the stage, and then raise their hands to vote. If eight people think it will rain, it will probably rain."

"What about that side?" Zhou Ze pointed to the distant sky.

The Taoist priest looked at it and was stunned. There was no cloud and the sun was just right.

This strange distinction is really shocking. You know, this is not Yunnan, not a plateau, this is the Yangtze River delta plain. This kind of scene of sunrise in the East and rain in the west is still very rare.

"There is a problem." Zhou Ze said, and then he looked at a gate on the right, with a sign of "Xinrui hospital" on it. There was a big clock in the gate.

It's a big decorative clock with a large volume.

Zhou Ze opened the door and walked inside, and the old Taoist followed him.

"Hey, what do you do?"

At this time, the security guard of the hospital came.

This hospital is actually very small, and it is estimated that there is no qualification certificate. All departments, including the inpatient department, are in a three story building, and there is only one security guard, but it is not an old man, but a man with a fierce face despite wearing a security uniform.

"Come and have a look." Zhou Ze replied.

"What's good?" The security guard scolded.

"Hey, you have a brain problem. The hospital is not allowed in with the door open, right?" The Taoist priest went straight to him.

Have you heard of the fox pretending to be a tiger?

Poor dogs fight with ghosts,

Scared to death!

Wait, what seems wrong?

"This is not a place to see a doctor. You should go to other places to see a doctor. Besides, this is a private place. You are not allowed to visit, just walk..."

The security guard is not old-fashioned at all. He comes up directly to catch up.

Zhou Ze looked at the clock placed at the entrance of the hospital hall and was in a trance in silence.

The Taoist priest came forward, made direct physical contact with the security guard and collided.

My boss is doing something very important... He is in a daze, but you can't disturb him!

"Do you want to do it?" The security guard stretched out his hand and pointed to the old road.

"Come on, you try!" The Taoist priest still goes back.

Martial arts, the old man is really not afraid!

"Do you know what this hospital does?" Zhou Ze looked at the clock and said.

"Fuck your shit, this is a crematorium, and it has nothing to do with you. If you are sensible, get out of here quickly. If you lose your gambling money, don't run here to find trouble, find the dealer!"

The security guard shouted directly.

Zhou Ze nodded,

It seems that he knows.

Then Zhou Ze reached out and patted the Taoist on the shoulder,

"Let's go."

"Boss, why are you so counselled today... Breathe a sigh of relief, ha ha, it's better not to fight, it's better not to fight, everyone makes money with harmony, and harmony makes money."

The Taoist priest laughed and followed Zhou Ze out.

The security guard glanced at the two people who went out, and snorted.

Walking to the street outside the door, Zhou Ze lit another cigarette.

The Taoist priest is wilting,

I always feel that this boss is not as angry as the last boss. Instead, when the previous boss forced me to say "he is my father", the former boss estimated that he would immediately ask his father to send the black haired man to the white haired man.

The boss in front of him is too disciplined.

"He is a living man, not under my control." Zhou Ze explained.

"Well." The old Taoist replied feebly.

"Lao Dao, I don't like this place very much."

Zhou Ze said.

"I don't like it either." The old way echoed the old way.

"What time is it?" Zhou Ze asked again.

"Four forty-three."

Zhou Ze nodded with a cigarette in his hand and said:

"Coming out."

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The security guard picked up the walkie talkie and said, "Hey, in the monitoring room, the two people who just came in were chased away by me. It doesn't look like they lost money and came to trouble."

Just as he finished these words, a dense noise suddenly came out of the interphone.

"Hello? Hello?" The security guard patted the interphone, "what a broken machine."

"Dong... Dong..."

The big clock beside me rang,

The security guard subconsciously turned his head sideways, then frowned, and then scratched his head closer. Damn it, it's not the whole time. What are you knocking?

Four forty-three... Four.

At this time, the security guard suddenly saw the sound of gear friction coming out of the clock, which was very loud and terrible,

It also has a texture of juice crushing and splashing, like a large piece of pork being stirred in a blender.

The security guard was confused and subconsciously stepped back,

Then,

He saw from the big clock,

Slowly extend a hand,

This hand seems to have just been crushed by gears, completely bloody, with a layer of dense holes on it,

Meat maggots poke their heads in the small hole,

This picture,

It's definitely a nightmare for people with dense phobia.

The surrounding temperature,

It fell down all at once,

It gives people an illusion of falling into the ice cellar.

The security guard began to shiver. He wanted to run and shout, but his legs were like lead at this time, and he couldn't move at all.

This hand slowly grabbed the guard's neck,

A terrible force came from his arm and pulled the security guard close to the clock.

The security guard's face was squeezed on the outer wall of the clock, and his face was almost deformed.

A gloomy trembling voice came from the walkie talkie:

"What time... I... i... damn... Damn... No?"