Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

"Native eggs, native eggs, 6 yuan a catty, fresh native eggs."

Zhao Ke walked into the small market, and what he was greeted with was the noise of hawking, even though it was noon, the place was still as lively as before.

Those who buy and sell here are not peddlers. Many of them are villagers from the surrounding villages. They bring vegetables and fresh goods grown by themselves or picked in the mountains to sell here.

There is no charge here, it is a legal business, and it can be regarded as a local support project. In addition, the government intends to promote and support it, and it can be regarded as a very popular market.

"Young man, this is a freshly harvested mountain product, look! It tastes great when you go back to make soup."

Zhao Ke walked up to an old man and saw shiitake mushrooms picked in two bamboo baskets. After the heavy rain for the past few days, the wild shiitake mushrooms in the mountains will immediately sprout their heads.

This kind of shiitake mushroom must be picked as soon as possible. After a long time, it will lose its taste. Zhao Ke looked at the mud on the old man's shoes and there was a hole in his trousers. If he looked carefully, he could faintly see a little blood in it.

Obviously, in order to pick these shiitake mushrooms, the old man suffered a lot.

It's a pity that the thing is a good thing, but no one cares about it all morning, because the wild mushrooms in the mountains are not sold well, and most people don't know the goods, so the old man didn't sell them all morning.

"Everything!"

Without asking the price, Zhao Ke took out 400 yuan from his wallet and handed it over. The old man was taken aback, and quickly shook his hand and said, "It's too much, it's too much!"

"Not many, they are all good things, worth the price, sir, this is my address, if there are any in the future, just send them here, I want them all."

"This... is fine."

The old man took the money with joy on his face, but his eyes were a little foggy. Although 400 yuan is not much, it is enough to buy medicine for his wife.

Putting on the shiitake mushrooms, Zhao Ke continued to walk inside and sold a lot of things one after another, including chicken, duck and fish.

Regardless of other people's strange eyes, Zhao Ke walked into the bathroom with big bags and small bags, and then after a while, Zhao Ke came out again with empty hands, let the side The old man looking at the toilet stared.

Scratching his head, he quickly walked into the toilet and rummaged through it. He even searched through the wastebasket. Not to mention a chicken, he didn't even find a chicken feather. After a while, he came out with a dazed face, and said to himself : "Strange, am I dazzled?"

"Boss, a bowl of wanton noodles."

After shopping all morning, Zhao Ke walked into a wonton noodle restaurant on the left side of the market.

This Long Kee Wonton Noodles, although not very big, is already a well-known local snack nearby. Not only are the five or six tables in front of us full of people, but there is also a long queue behind.

There are quite a few cars parked outside the gate, and there are also some high-end cars inside, they all came here to try something new.

Zhao Ke ordered a bowl of wonton noodles and stood there waiting. At this time, a local news was broadcast on the TV hanging in the store.

"Today in this city, a decoration worker had an accident in the early hours of last night. According to the investigation, the deceased was repairing the window glass and accidentally fell from the 24th floor. This station reminds everyone to remember safety when doing business at heights..."

Zhao Ke didn't care at first. After all, this kind of accident happens every day, but now that the information is developed, it will be exposed frequently.

However, after Zhao Ke raised his head and glanced at the news, he froze for a moment, and saw that the decorator who had stumbled on the screen was none other than the Li Hongbing whom Zhao Ke had met in the horror space before.

In the horror space, after being stunned by Mrs. Xiong Er, he made a pot of meat porridge, but in reality, he died of an accident.

Li Hongbing is like this... so what about the rest?

I remember that Scarface once said that one cent of postage can be exchanged for one gold bar, and it is guaranteed that in reality, there is a legal source and there is no trouble at all.

Immediately, a very bold speculation appeared in Zhao Ke's mind, whether there would be a kind of power in the dark, constantly creating accidents and covering up the truth.

And behind these accidents, maybe like Li Hongbing, he was killed in the horror space, but in reality he died of accidents, silently, and no one could notice the difference.

As soon as this thought came out, Zhao Ke felt a chill running down his back, and a chill ran up his spine, making Zhao Ke's goosebumps stand up all over his body.

But at this moment, Zhao Ke suddenly felt the skin on his shoulder tighten, and turned his head slightly, only to see a hand resting on his shoulder at some point.

Chapter 17 Sending You to Hell

Zhao Ke had something on his mind, he didn't pay attention to who was behind him for a while, when someone slapped him on the shoulder suddenly, the person didn't turn his head, and threw his backhand over his shoulder.

"what!!"

With a scream, I saw a white group flying in front of Zhao Ke, as if all the time had been frozen, and there were pairs of eyes around, staring at the flying woman.

The hanging white dress, the long black hair fluttering loosely, with a little bit of carelessness in the mess, just like a fairy.

Especially the pink lace exposed to the air, the black grass blades are looming on the edge of the lace, from the aunt to the child, everyone can see clearly.

"Bang...boom..."

There was a loud noise, and everyone closed their eyes subconsciously, and then looked at the woman lying there with big characters on the ground, grinning hoarsely in pain, with her hair loose, stretched out her hand and scratched the air a few times, and then curled up in a ball, from the beginning In the end, he couldn't even say a word, obviously because he was thrown hard enough.

"you!"

After seeing the woman in front of him clearly, Zhao Ke was stunned for a moment, and suddenly he was a little surprised, and hurried forward to help the woman up. Fortunately, he just acted instinctively and did not use enough strength just now.

Otherwise, in terms of his current strength, those lying on the ground are either disabled or corpses, but even so, this blow is enough.

Seeing Zhao Ke help the woman up, it is obvious that consciousness has not yet recovered, but the black and shiny hair, coupled with the face as white as suet, and the exquisite facial features, made many people in the room secretly feel distressed.

What a goddess, to be treated so violently, some people even couldn't bear it anymore and began to scold Zhao Ke.

"You are sick, you even hit women, yes, what about you, where do you put your claws, let go." The man who was talking was a middle-aged man who was about 40 years old, wearing big pants and a small vest, and walked out. come out.

Although he was blaming Zhao Ke, his eyes were fixed on the chest of the woman in Zhao Ke's arms. With his obscene eyes, he couldn't help thinking of the pink lace just now, and felt his dantian burst into flames.

Seeing that the woman in Zhao Ke's arms seemed to have passed out, Fan Jian's eyes lit up, and he seemed to see some opportunity in his wretched eyes, and stepped forward and said:

"Young people nowadays, why don't they have any morals at all? It's really... Girl, you hurt from the fall. Do you have anything to do? Don't be on the ground, get up quickly."

As Fan Jian said, he reached out his hand and wanted to pull it. Seeing this, Zhao Ke frowned, hugged the woman into his arms, twisted his body, blocked Fan Jian's hand with his body, looked at the middle-aged man coldly, and said coldly: "Get out!"

Zhao Ke knew better than anyone else how much effort he had used for his hand. The woman in his arms was just dizzy and would recover after a rest, and he didn't need anyone's help at all.

"you!"

Fan Jian's complexion changed, and his heart shuddered when he was stared at by Zhao Ke's sharp eyes. He simply took a step up, retreated into the crowd, and shouted: "You are so arrogant and shameless. Come and see, everyone! Some people who don't know the truth, after hearing Fan Jian's words, really thought that someone was playing hooligans, and saw more and more people, more and more condemnation, all kinds of foul language, scolding, and even some people I couldn't bear it anymore, and wanted to step forward and pull Zhao Ke away.

All of a sudden, there was a mess around, many people gathered around, both men and women, sneering and sarcastic for a while, and blamed Zhao Ke for playing hooligans by holding people in his arms.

Some people even took out their mobile phones to take a video, and the chaotic noise and accusations made Zhao Ke more and more impatient.

Especially Fan Jian himself stood aside, not daring to go forward, but hiding in the crowd, cursing and inciting the crowd.

"Yes, that's him. Playing a hooligan in public, and still hugging someone and not letting go, this kind of person should be killed."

Zhao Ke turned his head and stared at the middle-aged man for a long time. The sinister look in his eyes made the middle-aged man feel hairy all over his body. For some reason, he always felt hairy in his heart.

"pain!"

At this time, the woman in Zhao Ke's arms gradually woke up, rubbing her head and looking up at her surroundings, she was startled, her professional instinct instantly made her choose to put her hands on Zhao Ke's body.