Getting on the bus/accident/secret
When faced with such warnings of "no" and "don't do that", I always turn a deaf ear to them.
But seeing how he quickly regained his composure after being flustered, I knew that this man was extremely conceited and must have some hidden ideas to do something bad.
Thanks to the reminders from people around me over the past half month, I have gradually regained my habit of extravagance, debauchery, and laziness. I sneered secretly, thinking, who wants to compete with you in wits? Am I being an ancestor for nothing?
So in front of him, I lowered my head and started fiddling with my phone attentively.
After a while, the "loving family" group I had just created was full of talented people, and all the scammers I knew were included.
"Are you there? I want to get someone. Just keep your breath. Urgent. Report immediately."
The group was quiet for a moment, and then the ding ding ding ding sound kept ringing.
I didn't rush to reply, but looked out the door first.
An extremely plain, half-used van was parked at the door. My all-powerful new butler, Yan Mo, was sitting in the driver's seat and nodded to me.
Well, this is the one who came to pick me up.
Logically I should praise him for being considerate and low-key, but when I reached out to pull the broken car door, it was stuck with two clicks and didn't open, which made me suspicious.
Could it be that this guy wasn't just acting when he was being stingy?
For a moment, I was so shocked by his superb disguise that was so comprehensive and difficult to distinguish that I was speechless.
Nian Ziqing was a little impatient because I had been ignoring him. He coughed faintly and looked between me and Yan Mo twice.
I saw the broker caught the young man like a chicken, without any effort, so I turned around and asked Yan Mo for an explanation:
"Where did you go to seek refuge? Why did you find someone else?"
I said this confidently, without blinking an eyelid: "I am such a simple person, what if someone uses a puzzle to trick me?"
Yan Mo looked at me, didn't say anything, just smiled, and pointed to the damn cheap supermarket 200 meters away.
Why are you pointing fingers at my business competitors at this time? Isn't it bad enough that I am defeated?
I murmured a little aggrieved, and then I saw the owner of the small supermarket, a middle-aged man with a round face, broad mouth and a very funny look, leaning against the door to bask in the sun.
At this moment, he suddenly looked over, put his hands in his pockets, and lowered his head with a smile: "Boss!"
I was stunned.
"This, this wasn't newly opened when I left..."
"Well, it was arranged during your first few days in the hospital."
"I told you, I found two guys who know business for you. Pick one to practice with first and get familiar with the market...
It is also to temper his temper, so that he will not become arrogant after seeing some foreign goods and stop considering himself an ordinary person. "
Yan Mo said calmly, with a hint of veiled criticism. Nian Ziqing, who was about to say something, thought quickly and his face turned green.
I was still confused when I saw that in the busy small supermarket, all the customers who were shopping suddenly stopped and filed out of the store, regardless of gender, age or status.
"..." I swallowed subconsciously and suddenly felt a strange sense of unease.
Damn, is it necessary? This is just an ordinary residential area. Is this to protect me or to prevent me from turning into a nuclear bomb and exploding?
"Consultant." They nodded to me in unison. I was so embarrassed that I couldn't move. Then I saw them chatting and laughing as if nothing had happened and going about their shopping.
"The security guards and property managers in and outside the community are all our guys now. Brother Li is your fellow villager, and I kept him because I was afraid you would feel lonely. I told him..." Yan Mo paused, his expression a little subtle, "The organization needs him."
I lowered my head, looked at my hands, and tried to hold back the goosebumps of embarrassment. I wisely didn't ask how much I paid Brother Li, lest he get jealous when he recalled his own sales.
They are all the same middle school idiots, but how come some people get cheated and end up in dire straits, while others just join the organization and get a monthly salary of 8,000 yuan?
I really can't think about it too much, because if I do I'll feel miserable.
However, I don’t have to worry about what to do with this little shop after I leave. It seems there are plenty of people to take care of it.
After knowing this "surprise", I couldn't help but feel a little personal, staring at Nian Ziqing sinisterly.
Yan Mo also glanced at the group chat at this time, said "oh", and handed over his phone: "These two suggestions are good."
I smiled at Nian Ziqing in a sarcastic way and said, "No hurry, let me ask first, as the vice president of the tourism industry, do you have a driver's license?"
Nian Ziqing looked at me with a grim expression: "I have both the operator's license and A2."
He paused, and couldn't help but ask: "Why are you asking this?"
I smiled knowingly, the broker had understood what I said and directly stuffed him into the driver's seat.
Nian Ziqing was sitting in the driver's seat, turning his head to look at us with a completely dull expression.
The interior of the van was very spacious, and Yan Mo, the broker, and I found seats to sit comfortably. As soon as the door closed, I lay down comfortably in the last row, almost stretching my legs.
He also showed concern for his elders: "Master's wife, it's very tiring to escort them along the way. You should take a nap and rest."
The broker hummed, his stern face showing a bit of gentleness, and then he closed his eyes and went to rest.
Nian Ziqing looked at us, totally unable to understand, his tone of voice was a little distorted: "Me? You let me drive?"
I looked at him in confusion: "With these two certificates, can't you drive a large truck and an excavator? You are a high-end talent. They can't be fake, right?"
"——The evidence is real!" Nian Ziqing's voice became louder. "You are escorting me!"
I nodded repeatedly and said yes, yes, yes, and told him to drive quickly and not delay getting on the road.
He raised his upper body and got close to Yan Mo's phone to see what the group chat message was.
You know what, Yan Mo is worthy of being a logistics guy. The screen of his phone is wider than mine, and the font size is increased by two sizes, so it looks clear.
I glanced over those overly cruel and unreliable suggestions, and then I found that Wildcat took a selfie to show his seriousness. With that ferocious face with three white eyes, he explained to me the details of the criminal law in a very innocent way.
No one paid any attention to him.
Then there are two suggestions that Yan Mo recommended to me.
One message came from Xu You, who is still recovering from an injury and can now only use one hand to occasionally type or surf the Internet.
This expert in deceiving people and ghosts said calmly: "Change his clothes."
I pondered for a moment and realized that I was not that good at tricking people, so I asked for advice: "How do you say it? Does it work on 'smart people'?"
“It works for smart people.”
The other one was a small account without a profile picture. Yan Mo tacitly didn't ask who I was, so I looked down as if nothing had happened and found that Zhang Tianyi had posted a photo without a beginning or an end. It was a white coat and an ugly colorful T-shirt.
This time I understand.
After thinking about it, I found it quite interesting, so I urged Nian Ziqing to stop wasting time and get on the road quickly, and ask Yan Mo about the unfamiliar sections of the road himself.
Nian Ziqing's expression changed several times, but he still started the car. After a while, the van left the community and headed towards the highway.
I still kept my head down, and this time I asked Yan Mo for his address and ordered a delivery errand.
"...You." Nian Ziqing held the steering wheel and asked through gritted teeth, "What are you doing?"
"I bought two sets of clothes, I guess they'll be in sync with us."
I put down my phone and looked at him seriously: "It should be okay if the size is one size fits all, right?"
He was stunned for a moment, and then his face turned pale and beads of sweat covered his forehead.
I smiled in my heart, knowing that he would drive well now, so I lay back and began to doze off peacefully.
The van drove very steadily along the way, with only a slight shake, which was very hypnotic. I fell asleep three or four times in succession, and when I woke up again, I had arrived at a toll station and was stopping to refuel.
When I opened my eyes, the person who was guarding me most attentively was the young man in the driver's seat.
He didn't know what he had figured out along the way, and his face was not only pale, but he looked a little miserable.
Seeing that I was awake, he said angrily, "The Zhang family will not let you make decisions on your own. The Zhang family has made a blood oath that everything they promised will be fulfilled at any cost."
I was surprised: "What are you thinking? I didn't order a funeral suit for you. Are you going to wear two?"
He was startled, his chest rose and fell, and his expression eased a little: "That is..."
"I ordered a white coat for me and a flowered jacket for you."
I looked at the sky and asked Xu You, and learned that it would take half a day to reach the nearest airport in the provincial capital, and then just take a short flight to get there.
Then he patiently explained to Nian Ziqing:
"Do you know what the white coat was originally invented for?"
"..." He looked at me incomprehensibly again. He had completely forgotten about confronting me with his broken secret. He answered subconsciously: "It seems that... it is to make it easier to be exposed and discovered when there is something dirty. To avoid secondary contamination."
I nodded and said, "Do you know what the flowery jacket is used for?"
He hesitated for a moment, then shook his head.
I took the opportunity to check my phone and started reading the article Zhang Tianyi later sent me privately. I couldn't help but grin:
"… Damn it. Well, I mean, have you ever watched a crime film or a mystery film? What kind of people usually have a particularly eye-catching appearance or clothing that needs to be described clearly?"
Nian Ziqing thought about it for a while, and after a while, his expression began to become crazy.
You know what, this guy is quite perceptive and understood it immediately.
Yes, usually in such cases, the conspicuous appearance and clothing are to facilitate quick identification after the victim has been harmed, even if the victim is completely unrecognizable.
I put my arm around his shoulders affectionately: "I have already informed the Zhang family unilaterally, so there is no rush for the party. As you said, there are still several days left. Are you willing to accompany me to play around?"
"So... let's go downstairs first, take a walk, and then come back up. If we're efficient, we can still make it in time for the banquet."
I hypocritically tapped his chest with my hand, then looked at my phone and found that it was quite useful to follow this routine. I felt refreshed for doing evil, and could somewhat understand these nonsense-talking scoundrels.
"Don't worry, all the agreements between you and the Zhang family still stand. You can recruit them at the party as you wish. The Zhang family will definitely keep their promise, and the future is still bright."
I took another look at the progress of the order, then looked up at him again: "You won't let me and the delivery boy down, will you?"
Nian Ziqing's lips moved, probably as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't notice that he lost his voice for a moment.
A few minutes later, the broker and Yan Mo brought the furious Nian Ziqing back and gave me some new news.
"It's a trap."
Yan Mo said: "The party was held earlier due to some unexpected events. About a week ago, all news from home had stopped. We lost contact for some reason. But we were unaware of this and were still rushing there as usual."
The smile on my face slowly disappeared.
"They are a bunch of clowns. They are incapable of intercepting or disguising your messages, right?"
"Not them."
The broker replied coldly: "Nian said that he just happened to 'see' a scene of the Zhang family losing contact, so he decided to take a risk and gamble."
I nodded. These scumbags are willing to risk their lives for speculation.
So...what exactly did Nian Ziqing see through the Divine Concubine that made him dare to take such a big risk? How big was the profit to make him willing to step forward and jump in personally?
Nian Ziqing looked at me, as if he had regained the opportunity to win, and smiled sinisterly on his face.
I sighed, thinking to myself, this idiot is still trying to blackmail me. I won't beg him, why doesn't he understand?
"Hasn't anyone told you? If you think you're smart, don't jump too much. Your bottom is showing, right down to your pants."
I said, looking earnestly into his eyes.
I am a person who cannot lie. I believe that at this moment, he can immediately see that I am not lying to him.
"The only thing that's profitable is the mouse mover." I sorted out my thoughts and didn't ask him if he was right or not. "That fake semi-finished mouse mover... is awake?"
Nian Ziqing was still sneering.
I shook my head again. “The communication efficiency in ghost stories is very low, and the signal is extremely weak. I have experienced it myself, and my cell phone is completely unusable. Lost connection, lost connection…”
...Ah, that's it.
I turned to look at Yan Mo: "Call all the guys up here and have them set up checkpoints to stop those people heading to the party. Don't let anyone in."
"I think the Zhang family's loss of contact may not only be due to the influence of the ghost story. It is very likely that they cut off the communication themselves. They... they discovered something and don't want anyone to get close to them."
"Moving rat, artificially imitated moving rat..."
I tried to recall that I had once fled in panic amidst the shawl of the Goddess in the bluestone. What was my first impression at that time?
The subconscious inspiration at that time could not be wrong, it was a sense of disharmony. The scarf was too neat and precise, and when measured with arm length, the width from front to back was exactly the same, which gave it a sense of disharmony as if it was artificially made.
But before this, I had always regarded ghost stories as a near-natural phenomenon or a distortion of the laws of nature, and had never considered the possibility of man-made causes.
But since even moving a mouse can be forged, and a failed forgery can also be revived and cause trouble, my point of view must be corrected.
I looked Nian Ziqing up and down again, and I couldn't help but admire him. He was a man who could not keep his composure and easily showed his anger, but at this critical moment, he kept his composure and didn't reveal any flaws. He just smiled and stared at me, waiting for me to lower my head and negotiate with him.
"...I almost forgot that you were the ones who brought the banyan tree over here."
Nian Ziqing's breathing trembled.
"So that's how it is. The banyan tree was originally in the moving mouse?" Now I understood. No wonder he took such a risk. "As a more complete weird story, the moving mouse can't really make its wish come true, right? It's not a castrated version like the banyan tree?"
"However, I still need to tell you something. Don't you know yet? The Goddess Consort and the banyan tree are two different things. And... the Goddess Consort's traces of artificiality are more obvious.
Since I have your source of information as a reference, I suspect that the goddess also emerged from the migrating rats, but earlier than the banyan tree, and more independent and natural.
Although the banyan tree may be closer to the mouse migration in terms of surface rules, it may be more accurate to start from the goddess if you want to explore the essential rules of the mouse migration.
Therefore, you are obsessed with feeding the banyan tree with human lives, but you probably chose the wrong place and expressed the wrong feelings from the beginning. "
The young man looked at me blankly as if struck by lightning.
"Oh yeah, you haven't seen the sentry box and the pit."
I don't have the problem of being a sieve, I just thought to myself, no wonder, the rules will change a lot after this separation, it is a completely different phenomenon from the original ghost story, they should have no way of knowing.
On the surface, the sentry box and the pit seem to have nothing to do with each other.
Naturally, they would not connect the banyan tree, the goddess and the moving rat together, and would only stay at the seemingly distant and rough connection that "all strange stories have the same source".
In order to make their wishes come true, the person making the wish must of course be present in person.
Combined with Nian Ziqing's original plan, it now seems that he should take advantage of the information gap, reach an agreement with the Zhang family members who are still staying outside through the temptation of "prophecy", and deceive Shounuo into protecting him.
With a group of elite Zhang family members serving as cannon fodder, the remaining adventures really were nothing.
"...What is a guard booth?" Nian Ziqing asked hoarsely.
I ignored him and started to beep at Zhang Tian again. "There are changes, brother. No time to play the family warm understanding game."
There was a reply after a while, and this time it was finally not a photo or a voice message with a weird background sound.
"...I know. That's why I don't have time to talk to you myself."
I slapped my forehead.
Damn, no way.
"Brother. Dear brother. You were fleeing for your life... and finally you just changed your home and fled to someone's secret place? Now you've been caught by the moving rat, right?"
Zhang Tianyi replied to me with a period, and it seemed that he was in a hurry again and had no time to pay attention to the family gathering.
I don't know why he was the only one who could contact the outside world. But when I thought about how he still had time to make phone calls in the story of the moving rat, insisted on continuing to contact his family to comfort his parents, and joked with me at the same time, I couldn't help but feel a little angry and funny respect for him.
Looking at Nian Ziqing again, I suddenly felt a slight sense of sympathy for him.
"My new guide, let's have a good meal while the vehicle is still refueling."
I looked at my watch and quickly checked the time with Yan Mo and the broker. "I'm afraid it's too late to wear the new clothes I bought for you. I'll try my best to recognize you later. Okay?"
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