The middle-aged man was also somewhat helpless. He had been selling pork for half his life, and this was the first time he had seen a situation like Chen Ge's. "If you have nothing else to do, leave. I don't have any meat here."

"Then will you sell these knives that you often use?" Chen Ge was determined. He was going to start the live broadcast tonight. No matter whether they were useful or not, he would buy one and carry it with him first.

"How can I do business if I sell it to you?" The middle-aged man had just finished speaking when a young man with dyed hair squeezed in from behind the crowd. He looked to be about 10** years old, with his coat tied around his waist and yawning.

Seeing the young man coming, the middle-aged man chopped the bone-chopping knife on the chopping board, wiped his greasy hands on his waistcoat, and walked towards the young man: "You still remember to come back? Where did you go last night!"

"I sang with some friends and then went online." The young man put on his headphones, as if he didn't want to listen to the middle-aged man's nonsense.

“Why don’t you answer the phone?” The middle-aged man, who had been chopping bones and cutting meat for many years, looked much stronger than the young man. He walked up to the young man and pulled off his earphones: “I’m talking to you!”

The earphones were forcibly pulled off. The young man covered his ears and stood in front of the middle-aged man, staring at him without saying a word.

"Are you mute? I asked you why you didn't go home last night? You didn't answer the phone, what do you want to do?" The middle-aged man spoke very loudly. The uncles and women who were buying vegetables nearby began to persuade him. The young man standing on the other side glared at the middle-aged man, grabbed the headphones, and ran out of the market.

"Come back!" The middle-aged man was busy with business and couldn't leave. He stomped his feet in anger, grabbed the kitchen knife on the chopping board, and chopped the bones hard.

Seeing his ferocious appearance, Chen Ge tactfully took back the money beside the chopping board and left with his rooster.

Walking out of the farmers' market, Chen Ge was looking for his bicycle when the young man with dyed hair suddenly approached him.

"I heard you want to buy a butcher knife?"

"I don't want a new knife. I need a butcher knife that has been used for a long time."

"I have one at home. Come with me and don't let my dad see it." The young man led Chen Ge to a residential building near the farmer's market. He asked Chen Ge to wait outside the door. After a while, he carried out a strip-shaped object wrapped in red cloth from the house.

"My grandfather was a butcher. He was going to take this knife into his coffin, saying that he would not allow our family to do this business anymore. But my father insisted on keeping this broken knife. As a result, everything went wrong for our family since then. He lost all his family fortune in business, and my mother is gone. In the end, he had to go to the vegetable market to butcher pigs." The young man stuffed the strip of red cloth wrapped in red cloth into Chen Ge's hand and said, "This knife is unlucky. I don't want to cheat you. Just take the 100 yuan."

After hearing what the young man said, Chen Ge became curious. He lifted the red cloth and looked down.

The pupil twitched as if it was pricked by a needle, and it returned to normal after two or three seconds.

In the red cloth was a single-edged sharp knife that was nearly 40 centimeters long. Perhaps because it was soaked in too much blood, the blade was actually black and red.

There is a blood groove in the middle of the blade, and the surface of the wooden handle is like blood, with thin red lines remaining.

Chen Ge tried swinging it twice, and it was a little heavier than he had imagined.

"This knife feels a bit fierce."

I don’t know how long it has been wrapped in the red cloth. The blade is no longer sharp, but the aura it exudes has not changed.

"When I was a kid, I saw my grandfather enter the pigpen with a knife, and not a single pig dared to make a sound." The young man looked at the red cloth and stretched out his hand to Chen Ge: "Give me the money if you're satisfied."

"Yes, this is the knife I'm looking for to kill pigs." Chen Ge handed the young man a hundred yuan and left his phone number with him: "If your father asks you about the knife, you can ask him to call me."

"What does this have to do with him?" The young man said with a cold face, taking the money and entering the house.

"Your father speaks a little harshly and seems to have a bad temper, but he has a hard time. As far as I know, there is no slaughterhouse near Jiujiang. If he wants to buy fresh pork in the morning, he has to get up at three in the morning to buy it in the suburbs so that he can catch the morning market."

…

Carrying a live chicken and a butcher knife, Chen Ge returned to New Century Park. There was still some time before the park opened for business, so Chen Ge took out the list he had made last night.

"We have the rooster, the butcher knife, and the salt... The three-star horror scene is extremely dangerous. If we can't come back safely, everything else is in vain." Chen Ge was ready to turn everything he had into a trump card that could help him at the critical moment.

He took out his black cell phone, scrolled to the bottom of the page, and fixed his eyes on the horror wheel column.

Honestly, he had a certain psychological trauma about this function of the black phone: "When I completed the daily task of expanding the haunted house, I was rewarded with a chance to draw a lottery, but it was useless. The haunted house has been open for such a long time, and the accumulated screams are enough to exchange for a chance to draw a lottery. It's impossible that I drew two times and both were evil spirits, right?"

Chen Ge always stayed away from such uncontrollable games that depended entirely on luck. If the three-star trial mission had not put too much pressure on him, he would have continued to selectively forget about this function of the black phone.

"Two chances, maybe I can really draw something that can save my life." Chen Ge has always been a very decisive person. He tapped the screen with his finger, and the turntable started to spin.

As the turntable slowed down, Chen Ge clenched his hands: "Don't create another evil ghost!"

The phone made a slight sound and the pointer stopped in a certain direction of the turntable.

"The lottery is complete! Congratulations on winning the special item - White Valentine's Day Candy (when Zhang Ya's favorability reaches a special level, there is a 7% chance of it appearing)."

"Sincere, white, romantic and pure, when you receive this gift, your friendship will be sublimated."

"White Day Candy: The sweet taste lingers on the tip of your tongue, and when you eat the candy, Zhang Ya will appear."

"You accepted the gift that Zhang Ya didn't give you before she died. Zhang Ya's favorability towards you has slightly increased."

After looking for a long time, Chen Ge had a bad feeling in his heart. He sat on the stairs at the entrance of the haunted house and said, "I accepted the gift that Zhang Ya didn't give before she died. Why does this sound so awkward?"

Chen Ge felt a chill on his neck and turned around to find a candy bag behind him. The packaging design was very similar to the candy bags in the dance studio of the Western Suburbs Private College.

He opened it and saw that it contained only a piece of white soft candy. What was a little scary was that the surface of the candy was a crying girl's face.

"This face looks very similar to one of Zhang Ya's roommates. Could it be that she made candy out of her roommate's regret?"

After stuffing the candy into the paper bag, Chen Ge felt that he needed to calm down. "Although I didn't draw any evil spirits in this lottery, the prizes are still related to evil spirits. Is it because I am too close to the haunted house that I always draw these monsters?"

He dusted himself off, went into the house to wash his face, put the rooster away, and then rode his bike away from New Century Park.

"According to the introduction of the black phone, there are many kinds of rewards in the turntable. Judging from the probability, I should be able to draw something good." Chen Ge stood under the rising sun, facing the sun, and clicked the screen.

The pointer spun rapidly on the turntable and slowly stopped after more than ten seconds.

"What did you draw?" The early sun shone on Chen Ge, as if coating his body with a layer of gold.

"The lottery is complete! Lucky ghost patron, congratulations on winning the rare special item - the Crying Cassette (3% chance of winning)!"

"He discovered the problem when he first listened to the tape. There was a noise in the blank tape that could not be eliminated. He tried various methods and finally restored the content of the noise. It turned out that it was the sound of him struggling for help when he was dying."

"Lucky ghost patron, congratulations on winning a rare ghost again!"

"Attention! After you have drawn evil spirits five times cumulatively, the title of Evil Spirit Patron will be automatically upgraded!"

…

As the sun rose, Chen Ge sat on the curb. He lit a cigarette and looked at the New Century Park three kilometers away. "If I had known, I wouldn't have gone so far."