After the door was pushed open, a gust of cold wind blew in.
Wang Xiaohu shuddered immediately and stared ahead with wide eyes.
When he saw that it was the woman from last night, he was stunned at first, and then felt a little scared.
"Could it be a ghost?" Wang Xiaohu grabbed the code scanning machine tightly, ready to pick it up and hit the woman in front of him hard.
Yang Meng looked more presentable tonight than she did the previous night. Although her hair was still a mess, her eyes were quite bright. She was wearing a long brown dress that looked very nice on her.
Wang Xiaohu carefully examined Yang Meng's face before asking, "What do you want to buy?"
Yang Meng didn't answer Wang Xiaohu's question. She pointed to the pot filled with oden and whispered, "Ten skewers."
"Oh, okay." Wang Xiaohu just secretly took a photo of Yang Meng with his mobile phone.
When he opened the album, the photo was still there, and there was no change on Yang Meng's face.
This does mean that Yang Meng is not a ghost, but Wang Xiaohu is not sure whether she has any mental problems.
After deftly putting the oden into the cup and pouring the soup in, Wang Xiaohu said, "20 yuan. There's a promotion here, so I'll give you two skewers for free."
Yang Meng nodded, then took out two crumpled banknotes from his trouser pocket.
Wang Xiaohu picked up the banknote and took a subconscious look at it before putting it in the cabinet.
Yang Meng picked up the oden and did not come to disturb Wang Xiaohu again. She sat down slowly at the dining table and ate slowly.
Wang Xiaohu rubbed his hands, still feeling a little scared.
But ever since Yang Meng came, he didn't seem to be sleepy at all.
After Yang Meng finished eating the oden, he wiped the corner of his mouth and hurriedly left the convenience store.
Wang Xiaohu walked over and cleaned the table, but didn't find anything strange.
He touched his chin, wondering what he was thinking.
…
After Yang Meng woke up, she subconsciously touched her chest first, and then slowly stood up.
She looked up and around, feeling as if something was staring at her in the dark.
But when she walked in front of the mirror and looked at her face which was close to perfect after minor adjustments, Yang Meng laughed.
Who knew that the moment she grinned, a grinning face suddenly appeared in the mirror.
It was a person whose face was covered in blood. Her mouth was wide open, and there was still flesh stuck on her teeth.
Yang Meng was so frightened that he fell to the ground.
Of course, it wasn’t just Yang Meng who was frightened, but also many viewers watching TV.
At this moment, they were just like the anchors, covering their hearts and screaming.
Yang Meng had stood up at this moment. She first washed her face with water, then carefully and slowly raised her head and looked at the mirror.
But this time, the person in the mirror did not change at all.
"Did I not wake up just now?" Yang Meng subconsciously comforted herself. She refused to believe that she had just seen a ghost.
…
At sunset, Wang Xiaohu finally opened his eyes. He also realized that he was getting up later and later every day.
When he stood up, the camera gave a close-up of his bed - the outline of his human body was already outlined on it with sweat.
Wang Xiaohu washed his face and brushed his teeth numbly, then sprayed some perfume and walked to the convenience store.
After finishing today's night shift, he will have two days off.
When Wang Xiaohu approached the convenience store, he found that the female colleagues who usually greeted him were all lowering their heads today, as if they were avoiding him.
Wang Xiaohu looked closely and saw the store manager, who had not been to the store for a long time, standing in front of the counter.
When the store manager saw Wang Xiaohu, he immediately yelled:
"You're finally here! I asked you to work the night shift, not to just sleep around here!"
Hearing the store manager's roar, Wang Xiaohu was somewhat bewildered. He didn't think he was just idling away his time. Could it be that the store manager felt the sales volume was too low in recent evenings? But it wasn't his fault. What could he do if no one came?
"Manager, I, I don't quite understand what you mean." Wang Xiaohu said with his head down.
"You're just a part-time worker, and I don't have such high expectations of you. But you can't be so perfunctory to me, right? Look at you, you don't do anything late at night, and now you're collecting ghost money from me! You're too deceitful!"
"What?"
Wang Xiaohu suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. Ghost money? How could he never remember receiving ghost money?
The store manager sighed and placed a few paper money he found in the cash register on the table.
"Tell me, this ghost money is very different from normal money in both appearance and feel. How could you have mistaken it?"
"But I really haven't seen it!" Wang Xiaohu touched his conscience and swore that he had never seen the money. "Manager, there must be some misunderstanding here."
The store manager seemed to have been prepared. He directly turned on the computer and called up the store's surveillance footage.
The surveillance happened to be when Wang Xiaohu was on night shift, and a person walked into the store.
The man had his head down and was wearing a sweatshirt and a hood, so his appearance was completely unclear.
After the other party came in, he bought something casually and then put a few paper money for the dead on the table.
And Wang Xiaohu actually collected all the paper money for the dead.
"Don't tell me this surveillance is fake?"
Wang Xiaohu suddenly felt like vomiting. He had no memory of having seen the guest before.
Business has been slow these days, so he remembers every customer who has come and there is no way he has missed any.
In this situation, Wang Xiaohu could only attribute it to a ghost.
The store manager looked at Wang Xiaohu's dumbfounded expression and sighed, "Forget it. Luckily, what he bought wasn't expensive, only twenty yuan at most. You can just pay him back later, and be more careful on your night shift! With your education, it's not easy for you to work here!"
Wang Xiaohu came to his senses and quickly thanked the store manager.
Only after he paid the money did he change into his employee uniform.
But those paper money for the dead were still on the table, which made him terrified.
Who gave him this money?
For some reason, Yang Meng's face appeared in his mind.
Unfortunately, Yang Meng did not come that night, which made Wang Xiaohu, who wanted to see Yang Meng's true face, a little disappointed.
weekend.
At five o'clock, Wang Xiaohu got up early, changed into his most expensive clothes, and fixed his hair before answering Zhao Yijun's call.
"Xiao Hu, I've sent you the address on WeChat. See you there!"
Wang Xiaohu looked at the address, Bluebird Club, and it was obvious that it was a place he couldn't afford to go to.
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