Infamous system

Shen Bo's eyes were too serious when he answered, the intermediary saw his demeanor through the mirror, and didn't know how to continue talking for a while, the intermediary choked up a little, and forced a haha ​​before breaking the topic.

The intermediary paused, tapped the steering wheel with his short and fat index finger, and said with emotion: "Except for you, all the people I sent into that villa are missing. Your luck is indeed not bad."

Shen Bo frowned upon hearing this, and asked in a cold tone: "How many people have you harmed?"

"Oh, you can't say that. What I do is fair and reasonable business. I have never harmed anyone." The intermediary became anxious, and his voice gradually became louder, retorting as if a righteous friend could not bear wronged: "The people who were sent over had a reason for their crimes. I have found someone to settle every one of them. There should be such a calamity among these bad guys."

"Besides, if a person is missing, it doesn't necessarily mean that he is dead. It all depends on his own good fortune. Take a look at you, isn't there nothing wrong with it?"

"You counted me too?" Shen Bo raised his eyebrows, his focus was a bit off, but the agent hurriedly took out a note from his breast pocket and handed it to Shen Bo.

"Look, this is calculated by the master. Although your order is urgent, I never make things difficult for good people."

I don't know where the agent found the master, and what he relied on to tell Shen Bo's fate, but the words written on this white note are a bit intriguing:

"Serious Sins"

Shen Bo looked at these four words and thought about the experience of the original body, and reasonably doubted: "Could it be that you met a charlatan?"

It's okay if this batch of orders is straightforward and simple, and it's not up to standard, but if this master has been under the bridge for a few years, he won't be able to write it like this.

"What do you know? Master Jin is said to be dictatorial, as long as he asks for a fortune-telling, it will always work." The intermediary spread his right hand back, urging Shen Bo to return the note to him.

Shen Bo shook his head and put the note into the intermediary's palm, and didn't express any opinion on the title of 'Iron Mouth Arbitrary', anyway, he didn't believe it at all.

"I don't believe it when you look like that. To tell you the truth, every crime I send can be reported. Just search the name with your mobile phone, and it will immediately reveal what mistakes he made."

The intermediary was not afraid of embarrassment by exposing the person's shortcomings in person, and said as evidence: "Aren't you the one from Shengjing University who copied other people's achievements?"

In fact, the intermediary was also afraid that Shen Bo would be impatient with him, so he quickly made amends after speaking: "Your mistake is considered a small mistake. I even sent a serial murderer. He was sitting in your seat at the time, and he kept staring at the back of my head all the way, scaring me. Terrified, I went back to eat three bowls of rice in the evening to suppress my shock."

Shen Bo seldom gets angry, but impatient with the intermediary enumerating how vicious the people he sent, he quickly blocked the intermediary's endless mouth with words, and asked:

"How many people did you send over?"

"A full dozen counts sixteen, including you, eleven men and five women."

Shen Bo called out the memo on the phone and recorded this number.

"What do these people have in common?"

"Why are you the same as an interrogation? I haven't observed this, but," the intermediary thought for a while, and continued: "If you want to talk about something in common, these people are very old, I remember a man who is over sixty .”

Hearing this answer, Shen Bo suddenly raised his head, and asked in a deep voice, "When did the Lu family that made their fortune from medicine ghosts move away?"

"15 years ago." The intermediary was very familiar with this matter. He always talked about the history of the Lu family's fortune with others, and he could be said to know the details fluently.

"Did anything unusual happen to Lin Shan 15 years ago?"

"That's too much." After the intermediary finished speaking, he suddenly stopped talking, slowed down the speed of the car, and slowly moved towards the temporary parking lane on the side of the road.

Shen Bo is recording the information disclosed by the agency on his mobile phone, looking at the time and people in the memo, as if a thin transparent thread appeared out of thin air to connect everything together.

It's just that Shen Bo couldn't analyze the reason to tie everything together. He intuitively felt that the intermediary's next words would reveal part of the answer, but he didn't hear the intermediary continue.

"What's wrong?" Shen Bo asked softly.

"Damn it, there's a Taoist priest from Xuyu Mountain in front of him. If he finds out, we both have to finish the game." The intermediary subconsciously regarded Shen Bo as one of his own, who also belonged to doing bad things for ghosts.

Yes, although the intermediary kept saying that what he did was not a bad thing, he knew in his heart that what he did was too dirty, almost equivalent to an accomplice to a murderer.

But as the saying goes, if you are afraid of anything, the Taoist priest Xuyu, who was wearing an indigo Taoist uniform, turned a corner and walked in the direction of the car.

The agent had just parked the car, and it was too late to drive out. He dug out a Buddha statue pendant from somewhere, and quickly hung it on the rearview mirror.

A tall, long-legged, handsome young Taoist raised his hand and knocked on the car window with a gentle smile. Just as he was about to speak, he heard a Buddha's name with an accent in the car:

"Namo Amitabha, the Buddhism we both believe in, has no fate with you, Taoist priest, Taoist priest, go elsewhere."

Although Xu Xuanzhi is young and energetic, he has been influenced by Taoism for many years, and his mood will not change easily. He didn't mind that the other party regarded him as a fake Taoist priest who preached the rogue, and said with the same smile:

"The two good people misunderstood. Pindao was entrusted by his teacher to look for a master named Sheyuan. He followed the directions of the compass to find him, but he couldn't find him."

"How do we know Taoist priests? If you want to talk about a monk, we may know it well. If you talk about a Taoist priest, who can know?"

Xu Xuanzhi was still polite and gentle: "The pointer of the compass had already stopped, but it moved just now." As he spoke, he took out a golden compass from the cloth bag that he carried on a diagonal. The pointer in the middle of the compass straight Refers to the direction of thinness.

Seeing the direction of the compass, the intermediary's forced composure was somewhat broken. He didn't know when Shen Bo got into trouble with the Taoist priest of Mount Sumeru who was responsible for exorcising evil spirits.The intermediary's eyes were full of surprise, and he didn't know how to continue pretending to be stupid.

"I don't know if this good man has ever met Master She Yuan?" Xu Xuanzhi looked in through the window of the back seat.

According to the intermediary's intention, if the Taoist Xuyu found out that the two of them had something to do with ghosts, he would be in big trouble. Shen Bo thought about the stakes, rolled down the car window with a troubled expression, and pointed to his throat , shook his head at the Taoist priest.

Through the brown car window, Xu Xuanzhi didn't see the real thing, until after Shen Bo lowered the car window, his eyebrows and eyes tinged with melancholy came into Xu Xuanzhi's eyes like the melting of spring water.

Xu Xuanzhi was both amazed and pitiful: "Can't speak? When did the root of the disease fall?"

The concern in Xu Xuanzhi's eyes was sincere, he never suspected that the two people in the car were liars.

"It's a long story. My brother has a hard life. When I was three years old, I was terrified when I encountered a fire. After that, I couldn't speak a word." Seeing that Shen Bo was willing to cooperate with him, the intermediary's eloquence improved again. , make up stories casually.

In order to increase the authenticity, the agent added some details: "Don't look at him because he looks good, because he is dumb. He is almost thirty, and he hasn't got a daughter-in-law. He is now a bachelor."

Shen Bo clenched and relaxed his hands behind his back, resisting the thought of using violence against the agency, and nodded in cooperation.

"There are many imperfections in the world, good people don't force it." Xu Xuanzhi was really from the orthodox Mount Sumeru, and he immediately relieved when he heard the intermediary's regret, the concern in his eyes was for all living beings.

"Daoist, we are in a hurry, do you see?"

The intermediary didn't care whether the Taoist priest of Mount Sumeru was sincere or not, and he didn't want to chat with him for too long, and drove him away verbally.

"Then don't bother the two benevolent people, and go to other places to look for it."

As soon as the intermediary heard this, he immediately started the car, drove quickly on the road, and galloped away.

Xu Xuanzhi flicked the compass to find the direction of Uncle Sheyuan again, but the pointer seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, and turned half a circle at a turtle speed and returned to the original place.

Xu Xuanzhi looked at the direction where Shen Bo and the two left and sighed. It seems that the matter of the uncle still has to trouble those two good people who believe in Buddhism.

"Who are the Taoist priests at Mount Sumeru?" Shen Bo turned his head to look at the young Taoist priests standing quietly by the side of the road, not understanding why the agent was so scared.

"Don't worry about who they are. Mount Xumi was responsible for the Yu family murder 15 years ago. The whole family died cleanly." The intermediary recalled the scene he had seen with his own eyes with lingering fear, and took a deep breath in fear. One breath:

"Anyway, what people are playing is the slogan of 'do justice for the sky'. It can kill ghosts who do all kinds of bad things, and they can also kill people who help ghosts to do bad things."

When the intermediary said this, he felt a little depressed. He knew that he also belonged to the category of being "walking on behalf of the sky", so he didn't want to talk about it any further, and turned to other topics.

Although Shen Bo wanted to understand the connection between things, he was not in a hurry.

I really want to always surface, just be patient.

Time always flies when you are with someone who is chatty.By the time the two returned to Lingyue Villa after shopping, it was already noon before they knew it.

Shen Bo bought a lot of daily necessities, including four big bags, each bag was very heavy, and it was difficult for one person to carry it through the door.Although the agent wanted to help, he still didn't dare to enter the door, he just helped Shen Bo carry things outside the door and left in a hurry.

Usually no one comes to this villa, and the chains are barely put on display, so it saves Shen Su to go out and bring the keys.

He reached out and unscrewed the door lock, looking at the pile of things on the ground, a little lazy, so he made a wish to the air:

"The person who sent me a mountain full of lotus flowers, can you show me another miracle?"

In fact, Shen Bo did not miss the ice crystal lotus in that place. He watched the whole process of the ice crystal lotus blooming and withering indoors through the clear glass.

This scene of being cautious but unable to hold back reminded Shen Bo of some people.

The person who walked all the way with a cold heart smiled slightly outside the window, with nostalgia for the old man.