Chapter 111

"He's my father."

In a light floating sentence,

seems to bring out the effect of deafening.

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

The old way didn't move.

Zhou Ze took the smoke calmly and lit it.

"Well, have you thought about it?" The middle-aged man continued to advise and said, "don't worry, I won't pit you. I can show you my list. Then you and I will have the same time."

"You are a good son."

Said Zhou Ze with a puff of smoke.

The middle-aged man frowned a little and sneered, "let's talk about the deal."

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

"Follow, why not." Zhou Ze said.

"OK, five thousand, isn't it expensive? You've already made a hundred thousand. Two lists, one hundred thousand and another five thousand, will make you a steady profit. "

When it comes to money, the middle-aged man gets excited and doesn't mind Zhou Ze's taunts.

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

"How can I? He's my father. He knows I've made a bet. Don't worry. I'll cheer him up and let him die. Even if he dies, he will die again."

At this moment,

it seems that it's really a father son relationship, and the strong father son friendship has been filled out, which makes people can't help but move and sigh.

"It's not clear when a man will die." "Even if the ghost is bad, it's not sure," Zhou reminded

Ghost is bad, can't deprive the life of living person casually, of course, not can't do, but this cost is too big, don't pay attention to a little bit, it is a total disaster.

"Ha ha, I have the ability to let Guichai hook my father now."

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

"you can transfer it to me directly, and I will show you my list as soon as the money is transferred."

"I'm sorry to turn you around!"

Lao Dao directly grabbed his fist and smashed it at other people's forehead.

"Bang!"

The middle-aged man was stunned by the blow and fell to the ground. He stood up to resist, but Lao Dao's eyes stared at him like a bull.

He counseled,

you really can't expect a man who depends on his father's life to get rich, how much backbone and energy he will have.

"You wait, you hit, right? I'll call the police!"

The man immediately went to touch his cell phone which had just fallen to the ground.

"Newspaper, let's wait."

Zhou Ze said.

The man's eyelids were twitched. He dared not call the police. He did not dare to. At the moment, he picked up his mobile phone. He gave the old man a hard look, then walked into the room, closed the door and locked it inside.

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

"boss, I'm sorry, I'm on the impulse."

"Nothing." Zhou Ze doesn't care. He asks, "Why are you suddenly excited?"

"My greatest regret in my life is that when my father died, I was away from home and didn't come back to see him for the last time.

This son of a bitch really makes me sick. He's a real beast. His conscience is eaten by the dog. He makes money with his father's life. "

Zhou Ze shakes the ash and says nothing.

"Boss, you don't feel anything else?" "The old way sipped his lips and asked," this kind of animal, who can't see it

"I am an orphan."

“…………” Lao Dao.

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

or even angry.

Of course, there are many unfilial children, but most of them want to cure their families.

Although the country's 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 hole. "

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

"Life is more important than money." Lao Dao still sticks to his point of view.

"Life is more important than money, and" life is priceless "is a well-known slogan for all people. But the value of anything can be measured, which depends on the different perspectives.

For example, in order to cure their seriously ill elders, we borrowed money from each other to make an ordinary family destitute, and then the elder's illness may still not be cured, or go.

Then how should the life of the family, the education of the children and the future be handled?I once met an old man who secretly ran out of the hospital and was found by us. His son was very filial and willing to treat him by smashing pots and selling iron. 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, saying that he would either go home and wait for him to die, or he would rush to the road and be killed by a car. In short, he didn't want to spend money in the hospital to drag his son down. "

The old man smelt the words and pursed his lips.

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

The old man said with a wry smile, "so call the police?"

"Newspaper, why not?" Zhou Ze looked at the old saying: "sometimes life has no choice, but life should not be desecrated.

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

Gamble with human life, regard the life of their own kind as cockfights, crickets, dogs, fun and excitement. These people should go to hell.

When I get back, I'll give you some Styx money. You can burn it. "

The old Taoist smell, subconsciously rubbed his hands, wriggled and said:

"what's the good meaning? Boss, I should do things for you. It's not 100000 yuan, right? What's the big deal? I'm such a mean person."

Then, as if he was afraid of Zhou Ze's repentance, Lao Dao immediately continued: "if you insist on giving, boss, I'm not good for your face."

"You think more about it. The purpose of burning paper money is to get you some virtue, and then turn yourself in as a stain witness to report the case. You are also involved in gambling, but it is estimated that you can make up for each other's merits and demerits. With the effect of money from the dead, nothing will happen."

“…………” Lao Dao.

Zhou Ze walked on crutches, but the old way followed him dejectedly. He thought he was drawing circles.

At this time, Zhou Ze suddenly stopped.

"Boss, tired?" Lao Dao asked.

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

The basic principle of serving ghosts is very clear to the Taoist priest. Otherwise, he may turn you into a ghost.

"There's something wrong. What time is it?" Zhou Ze asked.

"Half past four in the afternoon." Lao Dao takes a look at his 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 man guessed.

"But the weather report says it's not raining today." Zhou Ze said.

"The weather forecast predicts that it will rain 80% of the time tomorrow. It's estimated that there will be ten people on the stage, and then they will vote on a show of hands. If eight people think it will rain, it will rain 80% of the time."

"Then, where is it?" Zhou Ze pointed to the distant sky.

Lao Dao looked at the past and was stunned. There was no cloud in the sky, and the sun was just right.

It's really amazing to know that this is not Yunnan but not plateau. This is the Yangtze River delta plain area. This kind of scene of sunrise in the East and rain in the west is very rare.

"There's a problem." Zhou Ze said, then he looked at a gate on the right, which was hung with a sign of "Xinrui hospital". There was a big clock in the gate.

It's a big decorative clock, very big.

Zhou Ze pushed open the door and went inside. Lao Dao followed him.

"Hello, what do you do?"

At this time, the hospital security came.

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

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

"What's good for you." Shouted the security guard.

"Hey, you've got a brain problem. The hospital is open, isn't it?" The Taoist priest directly connected with the past.

Have you ever heard of hufeihuwei?

I'm scared to death!

Wait, what's wrong?

"This is not a place to see a doctor. We need to go to other places to see a doctor. In addition, this is a private place. No visiting, no walking..."

Security guards are not old-fashioned at all. They come straight up to catch up.

Zhou Ze looked at the big clock at the entrance of the hospital hall, and silently lost his mind.

The old man came forward and directly contacted with the security guard and collided with each other.

My boss is doing something important I'm in a daze, but you can't disturb me!

"Do you want to do it?" The security guard reached for the old road.

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

Kung Fu, I'm not afraid!

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

"It's nothing to do with you. This is a crematorium. It's nothing to do with you. Get out of here. If you lose the bet, don't run here to find trouble. Go to the dealer!"The security guard shouted directly.

Zhou Ze nodded,

it seems that he knew.

Then Zhou Ze reached out and patted Lao Dao on the shoulder,

"let's go."

"Boss, why are you so egging today Let's 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. "

Lao Dao had a fight and then followed Zhou Ze out.

The security guard glanced at the two people going out and snorted.

On the street outside, Zhou Ze lit another cigarette.

Lao Dao is a little wilted. I always feel that this boss is not as angry as the last boss. When he was forced to say "he is my father", the former boss would like his father's white hair sent to the black hair immediately.

The boss in front of him is too disciplined and self disciplined.

"He's a living man. I don't care." Zhou Ze explained.

"Well." The old Taoist replied feebly.

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

Said Zhou Ze.

"I don't like it, either." The old way agrees with the way.

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

"Four forty-three."

With a cigarette in his hand, Zhou Ze nodded and said,

"coming out."

…………

The security guard picked up the walkie talkie and said, "Hello, the monitoring room? Those two people who just came in are driven away by me. It's not like they lost money to find trouble."

Just as he said these words, a dense noise came out of the walkie talkie.

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

"Dong Dong... "

The big clock around me rings,

the security guard subconsciously turns his head to his side, then frowns, and then scratches his head to get closer. Damn it, it's not the whole time. What do you knock?

Four forty-three Four points.

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

it also had a texture of juice rolling and splashing, like a large piece of pork put in the mixer to mix.

The security guard was confused and took a step back subconsciously,

then,

he saw that from the big clock,

slowly extended a hand,

this hand just passed the rolling of the gears, completely bloody and fleshy, and there was a dense layer of small holes on it,

a maggot peeped in the small holes,

this picture,

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

The temperature of the four sides has been reduced all of a sudden, and the illusion of falling into the ice cellar is felt.

The security guard began to shiver. He wanted to run, he wanted to shout, but his legs seemed to be filled with lead at this time, and he could not move at all.

The hand slowly grabbed the guard's neck, and a terrible force came from his arm, pulling the guard close to the clock.

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

A murky, trembling voice came from the walkie talkie:

"what time Now I I Damn Damn it No? "