Urban Oddities: Soul Contract

Chapter 23 Magic operator

Huo Minghai hadn't closed his eyes since getting off the train, and finally got off work, and lost consciousness as soon as he hit the pillow.

After an unknown amount of time, Huo Minghai, who was in a drowsy sleep, was shaken awake by Du Jiajun. At the dinner table, Du Jiajun ate whatever Du Jiajun gave him, until he chewed a chili pepper with mustard, and Huo Minghai finally woke up with tears in his eyes.

"Do you remember what I just said?" Du Jiajun knocked on the bowl.

"remember."

"Then you repeat it?"

"Tomorrow...a person named Yan...what are you doing at the company?"

"Boss Yan, the boss of the company, come to inspect!" Du Jiajun scooped up soup for him, "We have to go to the company to gather early, understand?"

Huo Minghai's head bit by bit.

"Also, keep quiet. Let's follow Zhong Kui. Do you know where Zhong Kui is?"

Huo Minghai's head bit by bit.

"Well, really clever."

Huo Minghai snored lightly.

Du Jiajun: "..."

The next day, before the alarm clock rang, Du Jiajun dug Huo Minghai out of the quilt, and Huo Minghai had an opinion: "Where is digging radishes?!"

"Get up, we're going to be late!" Du Jiajun dressed quickly, seeing Huo Minghai leaning on the railing, he reached out to take off his pajamas, the buttons were unbuttoned, and the clothes were stripped down to his shoulders, his bare skin was blown by the air conditioner, Huo Minghai shivered.

"Ah... what are you doing?!"

"Put it on yourself when you wake up!" The uniform flew over and covered Huo Minghai's face.

Before dawn, the company was brightly lit, and the red carpet stretched all the way to the stairs. Miss Xiaohua put on makeup and stood by the gate with a smile. Everyone looked over in unison.

"Wow, what a formation." Huo Minghai was speechless.

"Wow, what a formation." An old voice sounded behind him.

Turning his head, an old man was grinning.

"Young boy is so handsome, is he a newcomer?" The old man's voice was like a bell, and his words were clear. Huo Minghai secretly looked at him. The old man was estimated to be in his eighties. He was wearing a coarse cloth shirt, with white eyebrows and white hair, very fairy-like The taste of bones, but unfortunately those eyes are empty, unfocused, like a pool of stagnant water.

Behind the old man, there were two men standing, one black and one white, seeing the old man talking to Huo Minghai, they were all looking at him curiously.

Huo Minghai thought to himself, could this old man be Boss Yan?After looking at it a few more times, he didn't feel like it. In his impression, Boss Yan should be the Q-version strong man with a big belly.

Zhong Kui kept winking at them, Du Jiajun pulled Huo Minghai and brought him into the team.

The old man did not gather his eyes, but still stared in the direction of Huo Minghai.

"What happened to his eyes?" Huo Minghai asked secretly.

"His eyes can't see." Du Jiajun replied softly.

"Damn...he...he really can't see?!" Huo Minghai watched the old man walking slowly towards him, feeling the hairs on his back stand on end.

Du Jiajun stopped talking, and used his eyes to signal him to be calm and not to panic, Zhong Kui also turned his head and secretly looked at Huo Minghai.

The old man stood in front of Huo Minghai accurately, looked up and down with his dull eyes for a long time, and stretched out his hand towards him. Huo Minghai broke out in cold sweat, not knowing what this fairy wanted to do, his eyes begging for help Throwing at Zhong Kui and Du Jiajun, both of them looked blankly in unison, obviously not knowing what to do, the man in white made a gesture of raising his hand secretly, Huo Minghai understood, and obediently put his hand into the old man's palm, the blind old man Turning his hands into palms up, he looked down and "looked", and asked a strange question: "How old are you this year?"

Huo Ming posted his age, and the blind old man nodded. At this moment, a huge wall moved into the company. In an instant, salutes rang out, ribbons flew, and the crowd cheered. Huo Minghai took a closer look. The wall is obviously a strong man with a big belly!

Boss Yan waved to the enthusiastic employees, the blind old man patted Huo Minghai, followed Boss Yan without explaining anything.

When they were far away, Huo Minghai asked Du Jiajun: "The old man is so cool, what's his origin?"

"You are blessed!" Zhong Kui said mysteriously, "Which pillar of incense did you burn to talk to the fortune teller?"

"God's fortune teller?"

"This old man is... Cough, our powerful character is called a fortune teller, who is proficient in divination. It is said that there is nothing in the world that he can't figure out. Even Boss Yan should respect him!"

The name of the blind old man is very popular, but there are very few people who can actually see him. Asking him to tell fortunes and fortune-telling is like a blossoming iron tree.

Miss Xiao Hua ran over: "Manager Zhong, the boss told you to come over."

Zhong Kui waved his hand and followed Miss Xiao Hua.

After getting off work in the evening, Huo Minghai punched his card and wanted to find Zhong Kui, but was told that Zhong Kui was still in a meeting. Huo Minghai had no choice but to go back home. The sun was setting and Du Jiajun hadn't come back yet. The room without the lights was very dark. The air conditioner was whistling, and the big spider lay on the air conditioner and sharpened its claws happily.

Huo Minghai clicked into the post of "Talk about your supernatural experience", read it for a while, and suddenly asked General Chu: "Have you ever played with a pen fairy?"

"Oh? You want to recruit ghosts?"

Huo Minghai actually didn't want to recruit ghosts in his heart, so he dialed a number, chatted for a while, and put down the phone in disappointment.

Bu Tianxiang only knew the name of Lushui Village. As for the location of Lushui Village, he had never heard his father mention it.

Huo Minghai took out a piece of white paper and a pencil, turned off the light, lit a candle at each of the four corners of the table, and after all the tossing, he called General Chu Gan to sit down.

The two sat down opposite each other on both sides of the table, and each stretched out a hand to hold the pen between them. Chu Ganjiang asked curiously, "That's it?"

"It should be..." Huo Minghai tapped his phone with his other hand.

"Are you sure?"

"No."

"..."

Huo Minghai read the post carefully, collected himself, stared at the pencil and muttered: "Please come here, Zheng Chuanchuan... Please come here, Zheng Chuanchuan..."

The hands of the two were hanging in the air, their strength was unbalanced, and the tip of the pen swayed and drew traces on the paper without even drawing an arc. After an unknown period of time, the big spider lying on the air conditioner suddenly moved. Crawling over, the eight eyeballs quietly reflected the candle, an inexplicable wind blew the flames a little, Chu Gan felt that Huo Minghai's hand was driving him to move on the paper, and when he looked up, he found that Huo Minghai was also moving on the paper. Just looking at him, Chu Gan shook his head, indicating that he was not the one who moved. Huo Minghai's face immediately turned pale, and when his nerves were tense, the door lock clicked, which made Huo Minghai almost jump up in fright. , hold the pen steady, the door didn't open, and after the ringing, it was quiet again, only the beeping sound of the pencil walking away.

The larger the circle, the greater the ability of the pen fairy, in other words, the more powerful the more evil.

Huo Minghai thought that Zheng Chuanchuan could draw a big cake, but what he drew was a circle the size of a fingernail!

Huo Minghai broke into a sweat, and asked the first question: "You... Are you Zheng Chuanchuan?"

The hazy mist wraps the pencil, launching a delicate circle.

Huo Minghai laughed twice, and said to General Chu: "Look... what's behind me?"

Someone was scratching Raho Minghai's back gently with his nails.

Chu Gan said calmly, "A woman."

Huo Minghai was sweating, he felt that woman was lying on his shoulder, blowing into his ear!

General Chu: "She doesn't look very pretty, but she seems to like you."

Huo Minghai's eyes darkened, and he almost fainted. Chu Gan used his mobile phone to surf the Internet, checked a round, and muttered: "Bixian, Bixian, please go slowly... Bixian, Bixian, please go slowly..."

The woman didn't leave, she was hugging Huo Minghai's neck and kissing his face.

General Chu: "Do you like him?"

The foggy hand covered the pencil and drew another circle.

General Chu: "You want to take him away?"

Draw another circle.

Well, this is looking for a scapegoat!

Chu Ganchang immediately changed his words: "Zheng Chuanchuan, please go slowly... Zheng Chuanchuan, please go slowly..."

I don't know if it was related to the spell, or seeing the big spider grinding its claws, the woman's figure gradually dissipated, Huo Minghai panted, and finally recovered.

"There are too many people with the same name, try one by one?" Chu Ganjiang looked around, there were many people standing dimly, among the dozen or so Zheng Chuanchuan summoned, a figure gradually condensed into a man in a white coat , rushed out of the team, grabbed the pencil, and drew a big circle on the paper.

"Tell me something! I'm rushing to cross the bridge!" Zheng Chuanchuan was in a hurry.

Tianditong Company has a strange system. During the contract period, vacations can be adjusted and accumulated. However, after applying for a vacation, I have a few consecutive days of rest, followed by continuous hell-style work.

There is no salary on rest days. Except for Chinese New Year holidays, few people are willing to take this way of rest.

Huo Minghai's probationary period hasn't passed yet, and he hasn't signed a contract, so naturally he didn't talk about taking time off.

Huo Minghai stared at his toes, not daring to look at Zhong Kui's wide-eyed eyes.

"Say it again?!" Zhong Kui asked again as if hearing something incredible.

"I...want some vacation...apply...back...back..."

"go home?!"

"Ok!"

"Is there something urgent at home?"

"Ok!"

"Your home is called Lushui Village?!"

This time it was Huo Minghai's turn to widen his eyes, Zhong Kui knew he was right, he sat back on the chair and supported his forehead and said, "It's amazing...it's amazing..." After finishing speaking, he picked up the phone and dialed a number , gave a few instructions in a low voice, and a few minutes later, a document came in, and Zhong Kui handed it to Huo Minghai for him to read.

The employee's formal employment contract.

Of course Huo Minghai was happy to be able to become a full-time member in advance, but he was also a little puzzled.

At the beginning, Zhong Kui did not prepare the contract. This contract was sent by Zhong Kui after a phone call.

Before making the phone call, Zhong Kui sighed "It's amazing".

Huo Minghai did not tell him the exact place name, but Zhong Kui mentioned Lushui Village.

"If there is no problem, just sign it."

"manager……"

"Oh?"

"Where did you hear about Lushui Village?"

Huo Minghai looked at Zhong Kui, but Zhong Kui didn't say anything.

The face of the blind old man suddenly appeared. He is a fortune teller and is proficient in divination. It is said that there is nothing in the world that he cannot calculate.

"If there is no problem, just sign your name." Zhong Kui avoided the topic and said in a business-like manner, "If you ask for more than three days' leave during the internship period, you can only be dismissed. If you become a regular, you can take a rest."

The holiday problem was solved, and when it was time to get off work, Huo Minghai went straight to the supermarket, kept sweeping biscuits and chocolates, turned his head and saw Chu Ganjiang kept sweeping soy milk, Huo Minghai couldn't laugh or cry: "The liquid is too heavy, I can't bring too much!"

Chu Ganjiang frowned and thought for a while before making up his mind. He stuffed the big boxes of soy milk back on the shelf, and went to sweep the soy milk powder instead. I went to the wrong place, and the clean and tidy hall was full of things in a mess, including biscuits, instant noodles, and a big tent. Du Jiajun was packing it into the luggage bag, and when it was full, he felt dissatisfied, so he took it out and continued to rebuild. pick.

Huo Minghai was surprised: "Are you going on a trip?"

Du Jiajun nodded: "On a business trip."

"Isn't it a courier in the same city?"

"No, it's a bit far away." Du Jiajun weighed the potato chips, "Which flavor do you think is better?"

Huo Minghai ordered the cucumber flavor, and Du Jiajun picked out a mustard flavor. After more than an hour of busy work, he finally made a big backpack. Du Jiajun put the backpack aside, suddenly remembered something, and said to Huo Minghai: "The ticket has already been bought. .”

"What time is it?"

"Five in the morning, the earlier the better."

"Oh, be careful on the road." Huo Minghai tossed the luggage wholeheartedly. Chu Gan will be the bodyguard. Of course, he will go with Huo Minghai. The bodyguard's luggage is very simple. It is all brewed soy milk. After packing, Chu Gan will go to the balcony to chat with his brother When the phone call came, Huo Minghai was about to stuff the biscuits into his backpack when Du Jiajun reached out and took out the biscuits again.

"You don't need to bring so many biscuits, shit! It's all biscuits and chocolate?!"

Huo Minghai was depressed. He was going to an extremely remote mountainous area. God knows if there were any fast food restaurants. If it was all mountains, wouldn't he starve to death?

Besides, what does he want to bring, what does it have to do with Du Jiajun?

Before dawn, the window was gray and gray. On the speeding train, Du Jiajun tore open mustard-flavored potato chips and handed them to Huo Minghai.

There are six bunks in a private room. I don’t know if they were booked by Du Jiajun or what. There are only three of them in the small box. The upper berth was opposite to that of his elder brother, but Huo Minghai was restless, his hand holding the potato chips was shaking.

Du Jiajun sighed: "Come down, don't pretend."

Huo Minghai's backpack moved, he climbed down, lay on the bed shaking his body, and swelled into a big spider. It kicked Huo Minghai with its claws and told him to get out of here. with it.

"If it wants to follow, let it follow. Just take it for a walk." Du Jiajun felt a little sleepy after eating the potato chips, and lay down to catch up on sleep. The big spider followed him and pulled the blanket to cover himself At first glance, it really looks like someone is lying on the bed.

General Chu also fell asleep, and the small box was so quiet that only the rattling sound of the train was left. Huo Minghai was bored, and when he logged on to Weibo, he was instantly dazzled by a large number of private messages.

"Huo Huo, are you going on honeymoon with Junjun?"

"Wow, finally there is development! (Sahua)"

"Where are you going? It's like camping in the wild."

Huo Minghai clicked on Du Jiajun's Weibo, and there were several new posts, all of which were accompanied by pictures of snacks, tents and backpacks. The latest one only had one line: "Bravely face @胡胡"

"Huo Huo, is this a confession?" "It's a confession, it's a confession!" "Huo Huo Junjun is brave together!"

Huo Minghai who was blinded by the message silently closed the webpage, climbed up the small stairs, the second floor was full of luggage, and the third floor...

Huo Minghai looked at the red color on the bed speechlessly. Although it had been cleaned, the traces were still there. It must have been a girl who came to the aunt to sleep here before.

Seeing him coming down, Du Jiajun moved his body, patted the empty seat and said, "We've been sharing the same bed for so long, are you afraid that I'll eat you?"

It is impossible to say that Du Jiajun is not kind to him. Several times Du Jiajun secretly wrapped his waist, causing Huo Minghai to lose sleep all night. Except for a few tubes of mustard, almost all of Huo Minghai’s love was in his backpack. While eating snacks, he and Du Jiajun were lying back to back. He always felt that Du Jiajun was not asleep, as if he had something to say, but there was no movement when the train was shaking. Huo Minghai fell into a deep sleep.

After an unknown amount of time, the feeling of being stared at came back again.

Huo Minghai suddenly opened his eyes and got up from the sofa.

"Ming Hai, do you feel better?" The mother wiped his son's sweat with a tissue.

"I...I am...?"

"You, in order to buy this, you haven't had breakfast yet, are you dizzy from hunger?"

The warm pineapple bun was handed over, and Huo Minghai obediently took a bite.

"Come and eat." Du Jiajun put the dishes on the table.

The parents came to visit, and the dishes were much richer than usual. Huo's mother joked that with Xiao Du here, she didn't even need to marry a wife. Huo Minghai nodded in agreement, and added in a funny way that a good brother should be like this.

After speaking, do you feel that something is not right?

Does this picture look familiar?

He secretly looked at Du Jiajun. Du Jiajun, who was wearing casual clothes, had changed into a military uniform at some point, with waterfall-like hair gathered behind his head, and a small braid hanging down his ears.

"Heh, your outfit is so cool, you can go to filming." Huo Minghai joked.

Mother Huo picked up a tomato for each of them.

"You can't hide it from him forever." Du Jiajun said suddenly.

Huo's mother stared at Du Jiajun coldly, and Du Jiajun was also staring at her. Finally, Huo's mother sighed quietly, dipped some soup with her chopsticks, and gestured on the table, as if writing something, Huo Minghai was about to join in Looking over, suddenly there was a shock, Huo Minghai rolled to the ground and woke up.

"You didn't hurt from the fall, did you? You didn't listen when I told you to sleep in." Du Jiajun thought it was funny, and pulled Huo Minghai up. Huo Minghai fell dizzy and sat for a long time before recovering. His voice was dry and hoarse, and he went to get mineral water , his eyes fell on the small table, Huo Minghai was slightly shocked.

"You can sleep in it." Du Jiajun signaled him to lie down, "Sleep for a while, get up and eat at noon."

Seeing Huo Minghai staring at the table in a daze, Du Jiajun also turned to look.

There is nothing on the little table.

There was a line of faint water marks, which had dried up when Du Jiajun looked over.

Mother's handwriting.

The author has something to say: Originally, I wanted to make a super-long story with 34 words in the unit drama, and there were as many plots that had nothing to do with the main storyline. Okay, waiting for the stew~