Chapter 109 Am I Damned?

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"He is my father."

A light word,

But it seems to have a deafening effect.

The middle-aged man took out a cigarette from his pocket, took a bite of one himself, and gave one to Zhou Ze and the old Taoist.

The old man didn't move.

Zhou Ze took the cigarette calmly and lit it.

"Well, have you considered it?" The middle-aged man continued to persuade, "Don't worry, I won't cheat you, I can show you the list I placed, and then you can place the same time with me. "

"You are such a good son."

Zhou Ze exhaled a smoke ring and said.

The middle-aged man frowned slightly and sneered, "Let's talk about this deal, whether to do it or not."

He is not stupid, of course he can hear the irony in Zhou Ze's words.

"Follow, why not follow." Zhou Ze said.

"Okay, five thousand, isn't it expensive? You have already placed one hundred thousand, two orders, one hundred thousand, and another five thousand will make you a steady profit."

When money was mentioned, the middle-aged man became excited, and he didn't mind Zhou Ze's previous ridicule at all.

"What if your father can't make it through?" Zhou Ze asked.

"No way, he is my father, and he also knows that I have made a bet. Don't worry, I will encourage him and let him persevere. Even if he dies, he will die after getting some points."

The middle-aged man has an expression that everything is under control,

this moment,

It's like a father-son connection.

The strong father-son friendship has permeated, which makes people can't help but move and sigh.

"It's uncertain when a person will die." Zhou Ze reminded, "It's not certain even if it's a ghost."

Ghosts, you can't take the life of a living person casually. Of course, it's not impossible, but the price is too high. If you don't pay attention, you will lose your life forever.

"Hehe, if you have the ability, let the ghost messenger hook my father away now."

The middle-aged man spit out another mouthful of thick phlegm, then took out his mobile phone,

"You can transfer the money to me directly, and I will show you my list as soon as the money is transferred."

"Pindao turn your code, hello!"

The old man directly clenched his fist and threw it at his forehead.

"boom!"

The middle-aged man was stunned by the punch and fell to the ground. He stood up and wanted to resist, but the old Taoist stared at him like a bull.

He is cowardly,

You really can't expect a man who relies on his father's life to make a fortune to have much backbone and vigor.

"You wait, you hit someone, right? I'll call the police!"

The man immediately went to touch the mobile phone he had just dropped on the ground.

"Report, we'll wait."

Zhou Ze said.

The man's eyelids twitched. He didn't dare to call the police. He really didn't dare. Immediately, he picked up his mobile phone, glanced at the old man, then walked into the house, closed the door, and locked it from the inside.

The old Taoist breathed a sigh of relief, turned around dejectedly, looked at Zhou Ze, and said:

"Boss, I'm sorry, Pindao was impulsive."

"It's okay." Zhou Ze didn't care, and asked, "Why are you suddenly excited?"

"The biggest regret of Pindao's life is that when my father was dying, Pindao was out of town, and he didn't have time to come back to see him for the last time.

The words of this bastard really disgusted the poor, he was a complete beast, his conscience was eaten by dogs, and he took his father's life to make money. "

Zhou Ze shook the soot, but said nothing.

"Boss, don't you have any other feelings?" The old man pursed his lips and asked, "This kind of beast, no one will take it well, right?"

"I'm an orphan."

"..." said the old man.

Zhou Ze smiled, exhaled a smoke ring, and said, "Actually, I have seen many similar things in the hospital. At first, I couldn't understand it.

Even, very angry.

There are no filial sons in front of the bed for a long time. Of course, there are indeed many unfilial sons, but most of them actually want to treat their family members.

Although national medical insurance and rural social security have been popularized, and medical conditions are improving year by year, if you really suffer from those terminal or severe diseases, it is tantamount to throwing money into a bottomless pit. "

Zhou Ze threw out the cigarette butt in his hand and made a "smash" motion.

"Human life is more important than money." The old man still insisted on his opinion.

"Life is indeed more important than money, and 'life is priceless' is indeed a slogan familiar to everyone, but the value of anything can actually be measured, it just depends on the perspective you stand on.

For example, for the treatment of one's seriously ill elder, the whole family borrowed money, leaving an ordinary family impoverished, and then the elder's illness may still not be cured, and he left.

Then how should the family's life, children's education and future be taken care of?

I once met an old man who sneaked out of the hospital and was discovered by us. His son was very filial and willing to sell everything he could to treat his illness. He knelt down and begged him to return to the hospital for further treatment.

But he didn't want to drag his son down, saying that he should either go home and wait to die, or he would rush to the road and be hit by a car and die. In short, he didn't want to spend money in the hospital and hurt his son. "

old

Hearing this, Dao pursed his lips.

"This is the helplessness of life. This kind of helplessness runs through history, regardless of China or foreign countries. People will always have to face some trade-offs, and these trade-offs are sometimes really cruel."

The old man smiled wryly, "Then should we call the police?"

"Report, why not report?" Zhou Ze looked at the old man and said, "Sometimes life is helpless, but life should not be desecrated.

It can wither in frustration, but shouldn't be stirred in a septic tank.

Gambling with human life, using the lives of their own kind as dogs and cockfights, looking for fun and excitement, these people should go to hell.

After I go back, I will give you some money, you can burn it. "

Hearing the words, the old Taoist subconsciously rubbed his hands together and said:

"How embarrassing is this, Boss, I should do things for you, isn't it just one hundred thousand yuan, right, what's the big deal, I'm such a stingy person."

Immediately afterwards, the old Taoist continued immediately, as if he was afraid that Zhou Ze would go back on his word:

"Boss, if you insist on giving it, I won't save your face."

"You're thinking too much. Burning paper money is to gain some virtue for you, and then you surrender yourself as a tainted witness to report the case. You are also participating in gambling, but it is estimated that the merits and demerits can be offset. With the effect of ghost money, nothing will happen."

"..." said the old man.

Zhou Ze walked forward on crutches, while the old man followed behind dejectedly, probably drawing circles in his heart.

At this moment, Zhou Ze suddenly stopped in his tracks.

"Boss, are you tired?" the old man asked.

The boss abused me thousands of times, and I treat him like first love.

The basic principle of serving ghosts is very clear to the old man, otherwise he may turn you into a ghost too.

"There is a problem, what time is it?" Zhou Ze asked.

"Four thirty in the afternoon." The old man glanced at the phone.

"Why is the sky so cloudy?" Zhou Ze pointed to the top of his head.

"It's going to rain." The old man guessed.

"But the weather forecast says there will be no rain today." Zhou Ze said.

"The weather forecast predicts that there will be an 80% chance of rain tomorrow. They estimate that there are only ten people in the station, and then vote with a show of hands. If eight people think it will rain, it will probably rain."

"Then, where is it?" Zhou Ze pointed to the distant sky.

The old Taoist looked over and was stunned for a moment. There was actually no cloud in the sky, and the sun was just right.

This strange clear distinction between Wei and Wei is really shocking. You must know that this is not Yunnan or a plateau. This is the plain area of ​​the Yangtze River Delta. This kind of scene of sunrise in the east and rain in the west is still very rare.

"There is a problem." Zhou Ze said, and then he looked at a gate on the right, with a sign of "Xinrui Hospital" hanging on it, and a big clock inside the gate.

It is a big decorative clock, very big.

Zhou Ze opened the door and walked inside, the old man followed behind him.

"Hey, what do you guys do?"

At this time, the security of the hospital came over.

This hospital is actually very small, and probably has no qualifications. All the departments, including the inpatient department, are located in a small three-story building. There is only one security guard, but he is not an old man, but he is wearing a security uniform. man.

"Come and see." Zhou Ze replied.

"What's so interesting." The security guard scolded.

"Hey, there is something wrong with your brain, right? The hospital is not allowed to come in, right?" The old man said directly.

Have you ever heard of a fox pretending to be a tiger?

Poor dogs rely on the power of ghosts,

scare you to death!

Wait, something seems wrong?

"This is not a place to see a doctor. If you want to see a doctor, you have to go to other places. Also, this is a private place, so visits are not allowed. Walk around..."

The security guards were not seasoned at all, and came up directly to chase people away.

Zhou Ze looked at the big clock placed at the entrance of the hospital hall, silently lost in thought.

The old man stepped forward, made direct physical contact with the security guard, and collided with each other.

My boss is doing something very important...he's in a daze, but you can't bother!

"Do you want to do it?" The security guard pointed at the old man.

"Come on, give it a try!" The old man yelled back.

Kung Fu, the veteran is really not afraid!

"Do you know what this hospital does?" Zhou Ze asked, looking at the big clock.

"Fuck you, this is a crematorium, and it has nothing to do with you. If you are sensible, get out of here. If you lose your money, don't come here to make trouble, go to the banker!"

The security guard yelled directly.

Zhou Ze nodded,

It seems he knows.

Then Zhou Ze reached out and patted the old man's shoulder,

"Let's go."

"Boss, why are you so cowardly today... Take a sigh of relief, haha, it's better not to fight, it's better not to fight, everyone makes money by harmony, and wealth by harmony."

The old Taoist laughed, and then followed Zhou Ze out.

The security guard glanced at the two people who walked out, and snorted.

Walking to the street outside the door, Zhou Ze lit another cigarette.

The old man is a little wilted,

I always feel that this boss is not as uplifting as the previous boss. If it is the previous boss, when the previous boss forced him to say "he is my father", the previous boss probably immediately asked his father to send a white-haired man to a black-haired man.

The boss in front of me is too strict

Moment, self-denial and self-discipline.

"He is a living person and is not under my control." Zhou Ze explained.

"En." The old man replied weakly.

"Old Daoist, I don't like this place very much."

Zhou Ze said.

"The poor Taoist doesn't like it either." The old Taoist agreed.

"What time is it?" Zhou Ze asked again.

"Four forty-three."

With a cigarette in his hand, Zhou Ze nodded and said:

"It's coming out."

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The security guard picked up the walkie-talkie and said, "Hey, what about the monitoring room? The two people who just came in were chased away by me. They don't seem to be looking for trouble after losing money."

Just as he finished speaking, dense noises suddenly came from the intercom.

"Hello? Hello?" The security patted the walkie-talkie, "What a broken phone."

"Boom...boom..."

The big bell next to me rang,

The security guard turned his head subconsciously, then frowned, then scratched his head and moved closer, damn it, it's not the hour, why are you knocking?

Four forty-three...four minutes.

At this moment, the security guard suddenly saw the sound of gears rubbing inside the big clock. The sound was loud and terrifying.

It also has a texture of crushing and splashing juice, like a large piece of pork being stirred in a blender.

Confused, the security guard took a step back subconsciously,

Immediately afterwards,

He saw from the great clock,

Slowly stretch out a hand,

This hand seemed to have just been crushed by a gear, it was completely bloody, and there was a dense layer of small holes on it.

Meat maggots poke their heads in the small holes,

this picture,

Definitely a nightmare for trypophobia sufferers.

surrounding temperature,

lowered all of a sudden,

Gives people the illusion of falling into an ice cellar.

The security guard was so frightened that his body began to tremble, he wanted to run, he wanted to shout, but at this moment his legs seemed to be filled with lead, and he couldn't move at all.

This hand slowly grabbed the security guard's neck,

A terrible force came from the arm and pulled the guard closer to the bell.

The security guard's face was squeezed against the outer wall of the big clock, and his face was almost deformed.

A gloomy and trembling voice came from the intercom:

"What time...is it...I...I...Damn...Damn...No?"

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