Chapter 213

I was very angry, took out the mobile phone to prepare for the alarm, who knows if the snow but snatched the mobile phone back, very serious reprimand way: "no way, how can you this person not save? The death of his father has something to do with you. Pockmarked Li often tells me about cause and effect. You killed people. That's the reason. If you don't solve it properly, you will always bear this reason. The longer the time is, the bigger the cause will be, and the consequences will gradually come out. You will surely die at that time. "

I gave a fierce white look like snow, and this man just stood talking without backache. What's on her mind I don't know? It's just to open my eyes, see my process of dealing with Yin and find the inspiration for writing a script.

Just for a script, push me into the fire pit. I'm really convinced of this woman.

"Yes, yes, this sister is right." Non mainstream nodded.

"Go away, who's your sister? How old are you, little boy?" As snow scolds.

"Elder sister, elder sister, I listen to you, I listen to you. You must help me."

"Well, elder sister is not that kind of hard hearted person. It's not my style to do things if I die. Even if I die in this matter, I have no regrets. I'm not like some people. On the surface, I'm tall and mighty. I'm an emissary of justice. In fact, I'm more vicious than anyone else... "

How can I become vicious in the blink of an eye?

Ruxue is a lover and has a strong curiosity. If I don't care about it, she will definitely mix in. In case of fire, she will be in trouble. I also expect her to cheer Pockmarked Li up.

So I can only grudgingly agree at last: "well, I promise you. But when it's done, according to the rules, the gun is for me. "

This non mainstream does not know the goods at all, and does not know the value of the cigarette gun. Without hesitation, he nodded: "OK, OK, the big cigarette gun will be sent to you in vain."

I nodded: "OK, let's go! Go to your house. "

Pockmarked Li was crying. He was drunk in the shop. He dragged me and refused to let me go. He had to drink with him. I was worried about Pockmarked Li, so I asked Ruxue to stay and take care of Pockmarked Li.

Although Ruxue would like to see me very much, she is still very concerned about Pockmarked Li. She hesitated for a moment and finally agreed to stay.

I took the non mainstream to the car, and asked him to tell me the cause of his father's death in detail.

So he told me.

The old smoker has a habit of smoking since he was a child. He has been smoking for more than 60 years. Because of smoking all the year round, he has a strong smell of smoke, and even caused a series of lung diseases. His wife left him because of smoking.

The old smoker doesn't have a proper job. He helps others to make small money. Most of the money he makes also buys tobacco leaves.

Non mainstream said that in fact, the old smokers did not smoke so fierce at the beginning, almost a pack a day. But later, in order to save money, he began to use his ancestral gun to buy tobacco.

However, since then, the old smoker seems to be cursed. Every day, he never leaves the house without a cigarette or a gun. He doesn't eat food or smoke, so instead of saving money, he wastes all the money for odd jobs.

Because of smoking, there is no money for non mainstream schools. In addition, the non mainstream is influenced by their father, and they also mix in school every day. Simply drop out of school, and later mix with a group of small gangsters, collect protection fees during the day, and stay in the Internet bar at night.

He seldom goes home, about once a week.

This day, when he went home, he found that his door was closed and the light in the room was off. It was strange for non mainstream people, because this was the time when my father smoked the most, why didn't he smoke today?

When he entered the living room, he found something wrong. The room was full of smoke, even a strong burning smell, accompanied by the smell of stinking.

Surprised, he immediately began to look for the source of the strange smell, and soon found that it came from his father's bedroom.

When he finally opened his father's bedroom door, he was shocked by the scene.

On the couch in the bedroom, there was a black and burnt man. The reason why he judged it was a man was that he could barely recognize his hands and feet.

His body, crawling with mice and snakes, gnawed his five senses, revealing the red flesh inside. Corpse water flowed down the recliner to the floor and soaked the floor.

Even though he was cut off, he still held the big cigarette gun in his hand. There was a curl of smoke rising from the big cigarette gun. The fire on his body was ignited by the sparks in the cigarette rod.

Fortunately, the fire was not big, but burned the outer layer of skin, and did not burn to ashes.

Non mainstream grief, after all, is their only family in the world. The non mainstream also had no money, so he buried his father in grass, found a Taoist to spend a while, and gave his father a big cigarette gun.

The non mainstream was very sad, so they lived in the old house. He was very upset. If he was at home, his father would not be burned alive by the smoke.But something happened that night.

Non mainstream sleep in the bedroom, but suddenly smell a smoke, and smoke is very fresh.

Non mainstream feel very strange, since father died, the smoke smell in the room has dissipated, then what is the matter with this smoke smell without any reason?

He finally got up from the bed and sneaked out to have a look. Unexpectedly, he saw the problem.

In the room, a familiar big cigarette gun is quietly placed on the reclining chair, in which a curl of smoke rises and goes straight around. And the recliner seemed to be sitting on a person, slightly shaking.

Non mainstream immediately scared silly, to know that he has been buried in his father's grave, how can it appear here? He immediately realized that his father might have come back.

Although he had feelings for his father, he was still afraid to learn that his father's ghost came back. He hurriedly went to burn incense and kowtow to his father under the portrait. As the smoke in the big gun was extinguished, he was relieved to know that he had sent his father away.

But in the second half of the night, he suddenly had a strange dream. He dreamed of his father. His father was burnt all over. He told the mainstream while smoking. He asked the mainstream to come to my antique shop and give me 150 yuan. He put the money in the locked drawer and said it was my reward.

When the non mainstream wakes up, they don't take it seriously, and they think it's just a dream.

But at last, he curiously opened his father's locked drawer. At this point, he almost didn't scare his soul away. There was a lot of change in the drawer. He counted it, exactly 150 yuan. He knew that his father had really shown his spirit last night and did not dare to ignore his father's request, so he immediately sent the money to his father.

However, the situation did not improve. Almost every night, the non mainstream would be awakened by a smell of smoke. When he woke up, he saw the smoke coming from the big smoke gun and the reclining chair gently shaking, as if his father was still smoking in the reclining chair.

Although he had buried his gun in his father's grave several times, he would run back every time.

During this period, his father also entrusted him with several dreams. In my dream, I told him that I could only continue smoking if I died of smoking rod and became a ghost.

So it's not the mainstream that says my father's death has something to do with me.

Because he often smokes "second-hand smoke" passively in the evening, so now he even has a habit of smoking. He can't control it several times and secretly uses a cigarette gun to smoke.

It's because of smoking that his body quickly weakened. Until now, he has become skinny, yellow and skinny, more and more like his father.

He was afraid that he would end up with his father. So even though he was gradually "addicted", he always chose to restrain himself. Until now, he felt that he could not restrain himself. As long as he didn't smoke for a while, he felt uncomfortable.

Finish saying, the non mainstream takes out a cigarette, trembles the hand, lit the cigarette, incomparably enjoyed to smoke.

I pulled the cigarette out of his mouth and said, "still smoking. I know that the dead people dare to smoke!"

His face turned pale and his body trembled: "I I can't really control myself. I can't really control myself. "

"Bear it for me." I said angrily, "a man's husband, he has no self-control. How can he become a family or a business in the future?"