Chapter 059 Killer

Zhang Sanri's words sounded very nice.

Unfortunately, no matter how nice the words sound, if you want to implement them in the end, they require actions that are more difficult than words.

For example, if Qin Mengmeng wants to save the world, she has to work overtime around the clock like a 007, without any vacations, and even her sleeping time is occupied by high-intensity work.

When she walked out of the hospital, it was already dark.

She stayed in the hospital for the entire day. The incandescent lights were on everywhere, completely blurring her concept of time.

Qin Mengmeng urgently needs some panacea.

It’s not that she hasn’t been on deadline before. When she was on deadline, she still had to work five days a week and two days a week, but at least she had time to sleep.

After all, ordinary people will die suddenly if they don’t sleep.

The technology in live broadcast rooms has become more advanced, eliminating the risk of sudden death, but it has made overtime work even more serious.

Qin Mengmeng sighed heavily.

Qin Chuan stood aside, holding an empty mineral water bottle in his hand, and asked blankly: "Are you going home for dinner tonight?"

Qin Mengmeng shook her head: "No."

She said tiredly, "I've been busy with the tea shop lately."

Qin Chuan smiled and said, "When you open a store, it's the busiest at the beginning, but it will be fine after this period of time."

Qin Mengmeng also smiled, her eyes flickering: "Then you go back first."

Qin Chuan turned around and rode his small electric bike away into the traffic.

Qin Mengmeng watched him leave before turning around and going to the Tiandi Station.

Zhang Sanri was still in the hospital dealing with those trivial matters, and the two agreed to meet in the live broadcast room in the evening.

Sometimes two completely different names refer to essentially the same thing or place.

Saving the world is a fancy way of saying hard work.

Tiandi Station is a more upscale version of a paper-making shop.

When Qin Mengmeng entered Old Man Ma's small, cramped shop filled with gold paper again, she felt like she had been cheated.

"Old man." She lay on the bamboo recliner that belonged to the boss at the door of the store, like a dead body, and shouted boredly, "Can you make a paper doll?"

The old man Ma, who had no place to sit after her robbed him of his chair and was making paper figures at the counter, said angrily, "If I knew how to make paper figures, I'd make one for you first."

Qin Mengmeng laughed: "Hey, don't be so stingy, lend me the chair to relax for a while. As the saying goes, the customer is God, and now I am your biggest God."

"We don't believe in God. We believe in the King of Hell."

Qin Mengmeng said: "Is there really a King of Hell in this world?"

Old Man Ma deftly made a bunch of gold ingots with gold paper, muttering, "Who knows? Anyway, I have never seen it."

Qin Mengmeng was paralyzed for a while, then sat up and said seriously: "I sincerely want to ask, do you have anything for self-defense?"

She originally thought that Yu Jiuye's problem had been resolved, but she didn't expect that Zhang Sanri was unreliable, and in the end she still had to find a solution.

Qin Mengmeng is not a person who is afraid of death. If they were in another place, she would not mind having a fair fight with Yu Jiuye.

But this is Xincheng, and her whole family is here.

Qin Mengmeng would never put her family in danger.

Just the inexplicable fall from the building last time had already broken her family's hearts, but it was Qin Mengmeng herself who fell from the building that time, so she could accept it.

If anything happened to her parents or Qin Chuan because of her, Qin Mengmeng would never let herself go.

Yu Jiuye’s matter must be resolved as soon as possible.

Old Man Ma had already folded a pile of gold ingots and deftly took a rolled black plastic bag from under the counter to put them in.

Qin Mengmeng could smell the scent from a long distance away.

"Hey! Don't give me the bag that was used to hold fish. It smells fishy. Don't you have a clean bag?"

Old Man Ma said, “No!”

"I don't have any clean bags or fighting techniques here."

"Did you offend anyone?" Old Man Ma asked seriously, "A good person or a bad person?"

"Of course it's a bad guy." Qin Mengmeng said firmly, "The kind with a wanted warrant."

Old man Ma was holding a black plastic bag and looking out the door. Dusk was the devil's hour, and this street specializing in funeral supplies was deserted. Only a few delivery men rode trams and fearlessly delivered meals to the store owners.

These bosses can actually order takeout for every meal, which shows that the funeral-related industry has been making a lot of money quietly in recent years.

Old Man Ma said nothing and raised his skinny fingers.

Qin Mengmeng looked in the direction where his finger pointed and found that it was also an old acquaintance.

The store where she bought the tablet before.

"Go ask the boss inside." Old Man Ma said, "He's a tough guy."

Qin Mengmeng smiled.

"No wonder they say that having an old man in the family is like having a treasure. I really have to admire this old man."

Old Man Ma chuckled.

"You are quite sweet-mouthed, but since you said so, I will say a little more to you, old man."

"The key to staying healthy is to make fewer enemies. No matter how ruthless or good at fighting you are, if you win ninety-nine times out of a hundred, the result of losing that one time is something everyone can bear."

Qin Mengmeng was silent for a long time, then smiled bitterly and said, "The more you win ninety-nine times, the more devastating it is to lose that one time."

Old Man Ma stuffed the plastic bag into Qin Mengmeng's hand and said, "If you don't gamble, you will win."

That being said, this head-on confrontation with Yu Jiuye is probably unavoidable, and such confrontations will occur many times.

As a host, with the support of traffic entrances, while attracting fans, it is inevitable to attract black fans.

But it’s impossible to stop doing it just because there are black fans.

Qin Mengmeng walked towards the tablet shop carrying Old Man Ma’s black plastic bag.

The person sitting next to the counter in the store and concentrating on eating was the familiar middle-aged man who met Qin Mengmeng when she bought a tablet for herself last time.

In a corner, there was a little girl lying on a bench doing her homework. Above her small figure was a cabinet filled with tablets of gods. They were so densely packed that at a glance, it seemed as if she was carrying all the gods and Buddhas on her back.

Qin Mengmeng's mind wandered away, but quickly came back to its senses.

She spoke cautiously: "Boss, I was introduced by Boss Ma from the Tiandi Inn next door."

Tiandi Station is Tiandi Station.

A paper-making shop is a paper-making shop.

Although it is the same place and the listeners are the same, the stories take different directions.

Sure enough, when he heard the word Tiandi Station, the middle-aged boss raised his head with a sharp gaze, and he seemed like a completely different person.

His eyes, like black beads, were hidden in his eye sockets. His neck did not move at all. He only turned his eyeballs to the side and glanced at Qin Mengmeng sideways.

"ah!"

He uttered a soft cry and quickly covered his eyes again.

Qin Mengmeng: “…”

I don't know what happened, but it seems to be very powerful.

"Uh, are you okay?"

Qin Mengmeng provided some humanitarian support.

The little girl who was doing her homework raised her head from her homework book, ran over in slippers, and looked up at him: "Dad, what's wrong with you?"

The middle-aged man rubbed his eyes and patted his daughter's head: "It's okay, go do your homework."

He glanced at Qin Mengmeng, walked out from behind the counter, and asked Qin Mengmeng to go outside to talk.

Qin Mengmeng came out again with a plastic bag, and the two of them stood on the side of the road, away from the little girl who was doing her homework.

"Your golden light is so dazzling that it's blinding." The boss said frankly, "Don't you know how to put it away?"

Qin Mengmeng: “…”

The golden light of merit... probably refers to the good karma that now amounts to more than 30,000 in her live broadcast account.

That thing actually glows?

Qin Mengmeng thought about this, but what came out of her mouth was: "Ah? That thing can be put away?"

The owner of the tablet shop looked at her and immediately understood.

This is a newbie who doesn't know how to get it.

I have a great opportunity, but I know nothing...

He looked back at the little girl lying on the bench in the house, and finally gave up the evil idea.

"I will teach you a method." He said: "Repeat after me, the first nine, the hidden dragon does not use."

Qin Mengmeng blinked and turned to look at the little girl in the room.

Finally she decided she could trust him.

"On the ninth day of the first month, the latent dragon should not be used."

"The dragon is a virtuous and reclusive being. It does not change with the world, does not seek fame, is not bored when it is away from the world, is not bored when it does not see the truth, acts when it is happy, and disobeys when it is sad. It is truly unmovable, a latent dragon."

This sentence is very long and he reads it very quickly.

Qin Mengmeng took some effort to say word for word: "Dragon is a virtuous and reclusive person. He does not change in the world, does not seek fame, is not bored when he is away from the world, is not bored when he does not see the truth, acts when he is happy, and disobeys when he is sad. He is truly unmovable, a latent dragon."

"Alright," he said, clapping his hands.

"It is very rude to blind others with such a bright golden light of merit."

Qin Mengmeng: “…”

Whatever you say is what it is.

After all, she still needs help.

"What's your name?"

"Since you are from Tiandi Inn, just call me the ghostwriter."

Qin Mengmeng said politely: "Mr. Ghostwriter, I have a favor to ask of you."

"speak."

"I offended a wanted foreign criminal online, and he sneaked into the country to cause trouble for me."

"who?"

"Yu Jiuye of Jiuchen."

"good."

“…”

Qin Mengmeng was standing on the side of the road holding a black plastic bag that still smelled of fish, and a delivery boy rode past her at high speed on his electric bike.

She was shocked and asked, "Is that all?"

The owner of the tablet shop looked at her and said, "What else do you want?"

It was Qin Mengmeng’s first time hiring someone to kill someone, so she wasn’t very experienced.

But I always feel that there is something wrong with this process, and there is a sense of incongruity.

After a long while, she said, "What do you mean by good?"

The ghostwriter said, "Of course I want him to stop bothering you."

"Well, that's all very well, but where's the money?"

The ghostwriter said, "What money? What does money mean? Do you still want me to give you the change?"

Qin Mengmeng shook her head: "No, no, no, how could that be?"

She took a deep breath and said, "You have helped me so much, how can I repay you?"

The ghostwriter let out a soft "ah".

"Ah...you came to me to help you, not to help me."

Qin Mengmeng didn't understand.

She is confused.

"Help you?"

The ghostwriter scratched his head and said vaguely: "In short, he is a bad guy, right?"

Qin Mengmeng said: "Yes."

Does good and evil matter?

"I got into some trouble before, I'm in some debt, and I need to do something to atone for my sins."

Qin Mengmeng: “…”

Now I understand, this is the Promax version of Zhang Sanri.

"I still owe you a favor." Qin Mengmeng said sincerely: "It is your business to atone for your sins, and I owe you for getting rid of the trouble."

The ghostwriter looked at her and suddenly asked, "How many points did you get in the college entrance examination?"

Qin Mengmeng: “……???”

"You had never memorized that prayer before, but you remembered it immediately after I said it once, right?"

Qin Mengmeng: “…”

The last time I came here, I felt that the boss seemed to be not very good at talking.

I didn't expect that he really couldn't speak.

"About six hundred."

"Then can you help my daughter with her homework? Her academic performance is not very good."

Qin Mengmeng: “…”

Is she only in primary school?!

"Your child is only in elementary school, right? The elementary school curriculum is very simple. If parents can help their child themselves, it can help deepen the parent-child relationship. It would be better to hire a tutor when the child is in junior high school."

The ghostwriter remained silent.

"Actually, uh, I stopped going to school in the third grade."

He was embarrassed: "I am not very literate and cannot teach her."

Qin Mengmeng: “…”

On a busy funeral street, the boss who sells memorial tablets turns out to be a killer who lives in seclusion in the city.

The killer can't read.

I really don’t know which of these two things is more shocking.

The ghostwriter quickly added, "But my daughter is very smart. Her mother is smart. She takes after her mother. It's just that her personality is too much like mine. She's restless and unstable all day long, which is why she doesn't study well. Once she settles down, she will definitely have a higher degree than her mother."

"So what is her mother's education level?"

"Junior high school graduate."