Tianshi Museum

The word "again" is used wonderfully.

Lao Zhao's real name is Zhao Lao. Although his name has only two characters, it is inexplicably awkward to pronounce.So he got an extra nickname of "Old Zhao", which has never been changed since he was called to work when he was a student.

He and Shen Gun were classmates in high school, but he didn't know each other well at that time.

In other words, Shen Gun didn't know anyone well.

Most of the students in key high schools are immersed in their own studies and cannot extricate themselves. They also have their own small groups in their spare time. Only Shen Gun walks alone and has never talked to anyone.When he was in college, he went to the same school. Although they were not in the same major, they were still destined. Some public classes would be held together. Lao Zhao would say hello and make friends with Shen Gun from time to time to maintain the friendship between classmates.

Later, he discovered that Shen Gun's strange personality that dislikes everything in the sky and the earth is not because he is a lone ranger, and everyone has a misunderstanding of him, but because he is like this.Coldness is just an illusion, and arrogance is the truth. He never talks nonsense, and hits the nail on the head when he speaks.

However, every time Old Zhao talked to him, he would not turn a blind eye, and he answered and greeted him politely, which made Old Zhao deeply feel that this person is actually a good person.

The two really got acquainted with each other in the second semester of their sophomore year. One day, the two bumped into each other in a professional public class, and when they left the classroom after class.

Both of them cleaned up a little late that day, so Lao Zhao went over to say hello to Shen Gun.

Unlike before, Shen Gun didn't say "morning" or "um" when Lao Zhao greeted him, but looked at him twice and said "tsk".

This "tsk" was light and short, and the implied disgust seemed to be overflowing.

Old Zhao swore his scalp would explode the moment he heard it.

Then he had a conversation with Shen Gun that he will never forget in his life

Shen Gun: "Tsk."

Old Zhao was confused: "...huh?"

"You hit a ghost."

Old Zhao continued to be confused: "...what, what?!"

Shen Gun took out a handful of talismans: "Do you need to exorcise ghosts? The original price for students is [-]. Now I will give you a [-]% discount. I will sell them to you for [-] each. The genuine ones are fresh from the oven."

Old Zhao: "..."

He can guarantee that this is the longest sentence he has ever heard him say since he met Shen Gun!

After reacting, Lao Zhao was shocked that he could go to the News Department of UC Browser. He was so shocked that he didn't know whether it was the content of Shen Gun's speech or the length of his speech, so that he was dumbfounded with his mouth open and did not answer for a long time.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Shen Gun looked at him again: "Forget it, I will take you a piece of draft paper and give you one. Be careful to avoid those things in the future."

As he spoke, he took out a talisman and put it on the table in front of Lao Zhao, picked up a piece of draft paper as a reward, got up and left.

After Shen Dagon left, Lao Zhao came back to his senses, only to find that he was in a cold sweat unknowingly.

Because he was indeed haunted by strange things.

Last weekend, in order to win the favor of the sorority girls, a few young men in the dormitory proposed to play Bixian to stir up the atmosphere.Nothing happened that day, but after that day, everyone fell ill one by one.Mild cases of dizziness, lack of energy all over the body, and severe cases of anemia and coma with pale complexion, they went to the hospital for check-ups and said they were in good health.

The order of the illness was in accordance with the order in which they asked the pen fairy at that time. It spread from one person to another. The people in the front were getting weaker and weaker, and they were not getting better. The people behind them knelt down again. A little flustered.

According to the order, the next one is Old Zhao.

They also sensed something was wrong, but quickly denied it themselves.After all, several of them are young people of the new era who have grown up in science for nearly 20 years. They are not even skeptics, but a firm atheist party. Mentioning strange powers and confusion will make them think it is ignorant feudalism Superstition, only those who have not received systematic education in the 21st century will believe it.

The reason why I played the pen fairy game was just to stir up the atmosphere. I felt the strength from the pen during the process, and I just thought it was someone deliberately playing a prank.

Lao Zhao himself deliberately reversed his strength, trying to increase the fun of the game, although he did not use his strength to force the opponent, and was led away.

As for the illness, it is probably an accident. It must be caused by too many reports and papers to be handed in recently, and too much fatigue.

But now Shen Gun said directly, "You have hit a ghost".

All of a sudden, it evoked the deliberately suppressed fear and guess in Old Zhao's heart.

After that day, the curse of illness skipped over Lao Zhao directly, and the cinnabar color on the talisman Shen Gun gave him also became dim.

Lao Zhao finally realized the seriousness of the matter, and ran to find Shen Gun, told him the ins and outs of the matter, and asked him to help others.

They are all students and have no source of experience. The fee is to treat Shen Gun to a meal of Chongqing hot pot.

During the meal, Lao Zhao sighed: "Although we didn't believe it when we were playing, we didn't ask the taboo question 'how did you die'? How did we get caught up in it?"

Shen Gun looked up at him: "Because you have to fight against 'it'."

Old Zhao: "..."

Just because he was not convinced, did he deliberately push back?

After so many years, recalling the past, Lao Zhang has only one feeling: five hundred talismans are really cheap!

Now there are talismans with clearly marked prices on display in the museum. For him, an office worker, it is tantamount to sky-high prices.

Lao Zhao touched his beer belly that had become fatter after work, and thought of his gradually receding hairline. He missed the past very much-at that time, he was a thin man in his early 1.7 meters with thick hair; at that time, Shen Gun was still Not a profiteer.

My lord, times have changed.

Withdrawing his thoughts, Lao Zhao followed behind Shen Gun, and the two walked into Tianbo one by one.

While walking, Shen Gun took out a ghost exorcism talisman and threw it to Lao Zhao: "Old rules."

The old rule is that Lao Zhao has to contract Tianbo's food for a week, because he can't afford the money for the talisman.

"No problem." Lao Zhao hurriedly caught the ghost talisman, and after putting it away, he swore to the sky, "I promise, I definitely didn't provoke this guy on my own initiative! Didn't I buy a car a while ago, and still talk to you?" I have shown off, but today the car broke down halfway. I had no choice but to park the car on the highway in the wild mountains. Who knew that a gust of cold wind blew by as soon as I got off the car. I immediately felt something wrong. After being dragged away, I dare not go home, so I will come to you immediately!"

After finishing speaking, his voice weakened: "Hey... I really got into that thing again?"

Shen Gun asked without answering, "How did you come here?"

"Come here by taxi."

Shen Gun praised him expressionlessly: "You are quite strong when you realize that you are stained with something, and dare to rent out a seat alone late at night."

Hearing these words, Lao Zhao realized that his back felt chills. Isn't late-night rental just like the frightening scene that appears frequently in the legend?What kind of driver whose head can rotate at a 360-degree angle, who meets a girl in white clothes without feet on the road, who hits the wall with no way out when driving to the cemetery...

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, and Lao Zhao wanted to cry without tears: "No, brother, don't scare me... Now is not the time to despise me, now is the time to save me!"

"You're fine for the time being, you won't die, it's just a little cloudy."

Old Zhao breathed a sigh of relief: "I'm relieved..."

"But—" Shen Gong glanced at him again.

"What?! Boss Shen, tell me, I can stand it!"

"There seems to be some recently used objects around you that are related to 'it'."

Old Zhao was really about to cry: "You mean..."

Shen Gun: "You will meet 'it' again."

"Can you save me?"

"Training new employees, no time."

So heartless.

With that said, they had already walked into the museum.

Entering Tianbo, you will be faced with a spacious room with bright incandescent lamps and no sense of gloom. This is where the Tianshi Museum exhibits.The display area is no different from an ordinary museum, except that there are weird things in the glass cabinet, from talismans, medicines, books, strange stones, peach wood swords to antique magic tools... everything is varied, and there are even specimens and fossils of unknown creatures .Each item has an explanation posted on the front of the cabinet, and most of them have a price tag.

It's just that no one cares about this place, and the things in the cabinet have not changed from what Lao Zhao saw last time, which is enough to show how scarce the traffic of Tiantian's blog is.

Going through the exhibition area is the lounge.

This is where Shen Gun works. The entire rectangular lounge is divided into two areas by potted pines and cypresses and embroidered screens.

The door into the lounge is the front area. There is a square mahogany table in the middle of the front area. On the table are a complete set of pens, inks, paper and inkstones, as well as yellow paper and cinnabar for drawing symbols. There are two tables in front and back of the table. Chair.There is an ancient sword hanging on the wall on the left hand side of the entrance. Several rows of wooden frames are nailed beside the ancient sword. Various porcelain bottles are placed on the wooden frames. A compass is hung on the wall on the right hand side. There are also several rows of A wooden shelf filled with porcelain vases.

As for the back area, there are modern facilities, such as sofas, glass coffee tables, gramophones, black and white TV sets, desktop computers... and sweeping robots.Everything is available, and there is a spiral staircase to the second floor at the corner, which is a private area at first glance.

It is said to be modern, and it is indeed convenient and trouble-free, but the big-bellied TV and gramophone seem out of place.

Lao Zhao was only lucky enough to enter the back area a few times, and was quickly driven out by Shen Gun each time.

At this time, a person was sitting at the square table in the front area, looking down at the documents in his hand carefully.

Lao Zhao's heart moved, could this be the "new employee" that Shen Gun said he would train?

Thinking of this, he looked at the man intently, and was surprised to find that the man had long hair and was wearing an ancient costume.

Sensing someone coming in, the person sitting at the table raised his head.His face is pale and bloodless, his figure is slender and thin, his facial features are outstanding and his appearance is beautiful, when he raises his eyes, he has a majestic bearing, and the sudden waves in his eyes touch people's hearts.Just sitting there, he is the embodiment of the style of ancient celebrities, as if he has stepped out of the delusions of later generations, detached, handsome and unobstructed.

Seeing Shen Gun, he had a serious face, frowned, picked up the document he was reading just now, and said, "I still think there is one or two problems with this contract."

He speaks in a rigid manner, with a mixture of modern and ancient times, which sounds a bit nondescript at first glance.

Shen Gun hooked his lips: "What's the problem?"

Hearing this, the man said with a straight face: "Why is social security not mentioned in the contract? I have heard by chance that people in the world will ask the employer to pay five social insurances and one housing fund when they are looking for an errand, otherwise they will make a living elsewhere."

Old Zhao was still immersed in the daze of seeing the man's face, but when he heard this, he immediately reacted and asked Shen Gun in a low voice: "You really didn't provide social security for your employees? You are a typical black heart Boss, you will be investigated..."

Shen Gun squinted at Lao Zhao and asked, "What are the five insurances and one housing fund?"

"Pension insurance, medical insurance, unemployment insurance, work-related injury insurance and maternity insurance, and housing provident funds."

"Then you count on your fingers, which of these items can be used by the Millennium Zombie."

Old Zhao came to a sudden: "Oh, so it's a thousand... thousand-year-old zombie?!"

The man with long hair and ancient clothes was also a little dazed. He blinked and asked Shen Gun, "I have a thousand years?"

Shen Gun moved casually, sitting on the chair opposite him: "Of course, it's very good."