I, C, attend the funeral

Although Ma Donglai seemed to be looking at the booth, he actually listened with his ears up and scanned Zihe's figure vigorously from the corner of his eye.

As a result, Zihe sauntered and really turned to other shareholders, without pausing in his steps and without turning his head.

"Hey, old man, do you want to see if there is anything else you want? How about this dagger? It is much better than the one just now. Look, there is a gem here." The stall owner saw that Zihe really left, I was also a little troubled in my heart, not knowing whether the two people in front of me were acting, or it was real.

But he immediately warmed up to Ma Donglai, swept away his world-weary appearance just now, and greeted him warmly.

"This is a Tibetan knife you used to cut beef. Now it's rusted and you can't cut beef anymore. It's not worth 30 yuan." Ma Donglai left a sentence, turned around and hurriedly chased after Zihe.

We can't let this kid really enter the antique store. When the time comes, the two will rush to buy it, and the price will be even more expensive.

He grabbed Zihe's arm and said helplessly, "Okay, let's talk at the side."

Zihe shook his head, "22w, can you do it? If you can, just transfer the money directly, and we will trade here."

Stop talking nonsense, what are you talking about here and there?Just pay with one hand and deliver with the other hand, and you're done.

Seeing that it was getting dark, he still wanted to take a stroll on the street to see if there were any villains who came out to do bad things at night, so that he could snort one or two.

Ma Donglai looked at Zihe's careless and reticent appearance, and finally sighed, "What are your card number and name? I called and asked my granddaughter to help me earn money for you."

He is too old to use his mobile phone to transfer money.

"Okay." Zihe finally turned his attention back to Ma Donglai in front of him. He took out his wallet and took out his bank card and ID card for Ma Donglai to take a photo.

Immediately, Ma Donglai walked to the side of the road and made a phone call, but kept his eyes on Zihe, as if he was worried that he would run away.

For a while, the stall owner was standing in front of the stall, no longer interested in doing business, and was completely unable to slump back and sit upright on the Maza chair.

He rubbed his fingers anxiously, and stared at the dagger in Zihe's hand as if his eyes were shining. Judging from the expression on his face, his inner world at this moment may be very, very rich.

After meeting the eyes of the stall owner, Zihe smiled politely. The smiling stall owner's face turned blue and white, and seemed a little angry.

After a while, Ma Donglai called and came back.

"The money should arrive in the account soon." Ma Donglai looked at Zihe, sighed and said, "You young man, you are really powerful. Your name is Qian Shen. Your surname is also good, and your surname is Qian."

He memorized Zihe's phone number, thinking that he might have to do business with this young man in the future, and said, "This is my business card, you keep it, if there are any more good things, you still look for me. "

Zihe lowered his head and glanced at the business card. It turned out that he was also the owner of an antique shop.

When he took the business card and put it in his pocket, he received a bank account change text message, confirming that the 22 yuan had arrived.

Looking up, he saw Ma Donglai staring at the dagger in his hand as if worried that he would run away, he smiled and handed the dagger to the old man.

While putting his mobile phone and wallet back into his pocket, he said to Ma Donglai, who lowered his head and looked at the dagger repeatedly: "My eyebrows are loose and my ears are broken, there is a sign of bad fortune. You must be more cautious in doing business recently, so that the money you just earn will not be lost." scattered."

After all, without waiting for Ma Dong to answer, he turned around and walked towards the main road with big strides, preparing to take a taxi so that he could make an appointment with the landlord and get the keys.

Ma Donglai raised his head, and stretched out his hands to touch his eyebrows and ears in astonishment.

This... This young man named Qian Shen is also a master of Fengshui?

He is currently doing a multi-million dollar business, could it be...

In the afternoon, there was a sudden wind in Tanshan City, and dark clouds rushed back to the sky in twos and threes.

As soon as the sky turned cloudy, the heat and dryness of the end of summer were swept away, but there was still a bit of coolness.

Antique Street.

From Zihe's point of view, Ma Donglai, who was already a walking stockpile, bought a cloth pocket, put the dagger in his pocket, hurriedly left the alley, and returned to his quaint and chic store on the street.

And the stall owner who sold the dagger for 200 yuan was a little restless all afternoon, playing with the gadgets on his stall from time to time, with a distressed expression on his face.

Missing hundreds of thousands of things in life does not happen every day.

Anyone who has experienced it once will have to get angry for a long time.

At this moment, the stall owner has already started to feel bitter mouth, dry eyes and nose breathing fire.

As for Zihe, after paying one year's rent, two months' deposit, property fees, utilities, gas fees, etc., after getting the keys, he still has 12 RMB left in his hand.

He was thinking about how much yellow paper he could buy with the remaining money, and then he could buy a high-quality compass, and it would be best to buy a subduing magic pestle... Well, this thing is probably not easy to get in modern society... At least there must be a mahogany sword , salt, candles, soul-reviving incense...

When he was chanting these things and started to look for prey in the city, his night was just about to begin.

……

……

It was agreed that it was looking for prey, but it failed.

annoying.

Zihe stood in front of the so-called Guanhai Hotel 600 meters outside the Lanwan community, a little reluctant.

He wandered around for a long night and visited the whole area, including where there is a bank, where there is a hospital, where there is a police station, where there is a convenience store... He knows everything, but he is a big No evil person has been encountered!

not a single one!

Is this city so harmonious?

All good citizens?

Or is this not the time for the wicked to come out for a walk?

His luck was really bad. It was 11:30 in the evening, and there was almost no one on the road in Tanshan City, so he had to come back.

Because the landlord hasn't bought a bed yet, the wifi hasn't been connected yet, and he hasn't had time to buy some daily necessities such as bedding, toothbrush and towels—so, he has to stay in a hotel tonight.

At the end of summer, Tanshan City, which is located by the sea, is in the peak tourist season, and there is only one big bed room left in Wanghai Hotel, which is still a room without sea view on the first floor.

It doesn't matter to Zihe, he is trying to figure out whether to sleep at night, or to go out for a walk, or to go to Lanwan Community to peek at his future "flesh body" long-legged beautiful boy?

After completing the formalities, he hesitated between the three options - he used to be forced to stay in the jug every day, and was forced to listen to the old cow-nosed preaching.

Now that I have regained my freedom, I have finally experienced the "distress of making choices", which is really a luxury trouble.

Nearly midnight, the hotel lobby can hear the sound of needles falling quietly. Outside the glass door of the lobby is the dark night and boundless mystery, but inside the door is a world as bright as day illuminated by countless bright lights.

Zihe was holding the room card and was about to follow the direction indicated by the staff to find his room, when the elevator stopped and opened the door with a 'ding' sound, breaking the tranquility in the lobby.

Immediately there was another panting of panic and low cries of panic, scrambling to come out from the elevator.

'Ping ping pong pong' is an unknown collision sound, and 'pata pala' is the sound of stumbling footsteps.

——These voices conveyed panic-stricken emotions, making the cool and open atmosphere in the lobby suddenly suffocating and depressing.

He turned his head and looked towards the source of the voices in doubt, and saw two little girls running out in a panic, carrying suitcases and wearing pajamas, with disheveled hair and faces.

The two girls were probably in their early twenties. At this moment, they both had pale faces and lost eyesight. They staggered out of the elevator and rushed straight to the lobby of the front desk. The trailers in their hands were dragged askew.

They ran very fast, as if a group of hungry ghosts were chasing after them.

When they arrived at the hall, the two stood in the brightest place illuminated by the large chandelier. They finally stopped staggeringly when they saw other people, but they still seemed about to faint at any time.

Zihe stopped in doubt, and looked at the two girls with eyes watching the excitement—the two girls ran in a hurry, without changing their pajamas and bras, and the beautiful little balls followed their running and talking. Panting, swaying.

Where has he seen this scenery before?

Look straight.

The security guard hurriedly ran towards the two girls. Looking at them, he knew that something had happened. This is another hotel...

The lady at the service desk was also taken aback, so she hurried over and asked in a low voice, "Is there anything I can help you with?"

"Then...there is a ghost in that room...I...scared to death..." The taller of the two girls spoke in a trembling voice, his eyes flickering in a panic - it was obvious that he was seriously frightened.

Zihe looked at the girl with his head tilted, and couldn't help thinking: This girl has been frightened to the point of being unsteady. If he knows her name at this time, he will call her, and she will respond——

He can easily suck her three souls and seven souls... Ah, it seems that this is not the time to care about this.

Just as she was thinking about it, another cute girl with long hair and short legs covered her face and started to cry. As soon as she vented her emotions, the willpower she had been tense before dissipated, and she simply squatted down and cried bitterly.

The tall girl was obviously also frightened, but at this moment she pulled herself together and squatted down with the service desk lady to appease the cute girl.

Zihe sauntered past them.

After sniffing and looking, there was neither evil smell nor suspicious light and shadow.

Is there really a ghost, or are the two little girls scaring themselves?

"Excuse me, is there any other room I can live in? That room is haunted, we definitely won't be able to live in it." The tall girl raised her head and asked the lady at the reception desk while patting the cute girl on the back.

At this moment, she has obviously regained some energy, although her face is still pale, at least she no longer stutters.

When the service desk lady heard this, she raised her head and exchanged a glance with the security guard. The two exchanged some information, and seemed a little embarrassed.

The tall girl bit her lower lip and looked at the receptionist lady, and immediately said angrily: "Your hotel is not clean, why do you still let people stay there?"

"What do you mean..." The service desk lady frowned, as if she didn't know what the other party was talking about.

"As soon as we moved in, we felt it was chilly inside, so we were about to go to sleep, when we saw in the mirror... there were other people in the mirror..." The tall girl shuddered fiercely when she said this, as if she just said something. That scene had already reached the limit that his spirit could bear.

After all, she seemed to be worried that something would hear her words, and looked around in panic, looking behind her again and again.

In the empty lobby, the faint cry of the soft girl echoed, and the words of several people echoed. In such an atmosphere, it was very creepy.

Now even the lady at the service desk was frightened by her, and couldn't help but look behind her, only to see Zihe in the lobby walking towards her room on the first floor while looking back at the excitement.

"We...we definitely won't be able to live in that room." The tall girl said in a trembling voice, and looked outside the glass door of the hotel. It was pitch black outside.

The two of them ran out to travel, and it was not safe to go to another hotel at night.

Swallowing, she had no choice but to say to the receptionist lady again: "You and I can change rooms for the two of us."

"But, the last room in the hotel was booked by that gentleman just now, and now there is no vacant room, this..." The service desk lady pursed her lips. After ten o'clock in the evening, she was the only one left at the front desk of the hotel. I was on duty alone, and I never expected to encounter such a thing.

She has only been working here for more than half a month, and she is really at a loss when faced with such a very reasonable and predictable problem as 'there is a ghost in the room'.

As soon as the lady at the service desk finished speaking, everyone in the lobby looked at Zihe, who was holding the key card of the last vacant room, wandering around, and turning his head to watch the excitement from time to time.

Even the soft girl who was crouching on the ground and covering her face and crying loudly raised her head with trembling lips at this moment, and looked at Zihe with tears in her eyes - those eyes were foggy, moist and pitiful, like a A helpless dying animal.

I was really terrified.

In particular, when the soft girl blinked, the tears on her eyelashes glistened, making one's heart sore and legs go limp.

What's happening here?

Zihe raised his eyebrows, and looked at everyone's eyes in a circle, feeling a sense of ominous premonition in his heart.

The eyes of these people looking at him, why...why are they like wolves and tigers, full of some... strange desires? ? ?

What do they... want? !