Chapter 26 Fish Disaster Three Good Dream Hotel
Lubo Mountain is surrounded by peaks and stretches for thousands of miles. There is a hinterland in the mountain, which is outlined by winding mountain roads and looks like a fish.
The road sign reads "Yufu Town" in white letters on a blue background.
Long Zhu exclaimed "Huh", got out of the car and looked at the road sign for a few seconds, a look of confusion in his eyes.
There is a Changfeng Town at the foot of Changfeng Temple, so she should be driving towards Changfeng Town.
As for this Yufu Town... I have no impression of it at all.
She opened the Merit Navigation app, zoomed in on the map, and discovered that Yufu Town and Changfeng Town were completely opposite locations.
What's even worse [Taxue Exclusive] is that her car seems to have broken down.
Long Zhu: “…”
She squatted down, pulled a branch and poked the tire, puzzled.
Coincidentally, a car came from a distance and rolled down the driver's window as it passed Longzhu.
The young man inside whistled at her: "Little sister, is the car broken down?"
Seeing that Long Zhu ignored him, he laughed teasingly and said, "You have to pry up the bottom of the car to see if it works. I have a jack in the trunk..."
Before he finished speaking, Long Zhu grabbed the rear end of the car with one hand, bent his five fingers, and lifted up half of the car body with a clang.
She turned around: "Like this? Then what?"
The young man was dumbfounded and almost bit his tongue. He stepped on the accelerator and sped away like he saw a ghost.
Long Zhu became more and more confused, but there was no one around and she didn't want to walk into the town, so she had no choice but to ask the man to give her a ride.
She took out a mop from the back seat, drew a line down the middle of the loess road, and then stood aside waiting.
Not long after, the familiar car drove back from the other end of the road.
The young man was horrified: "Why are you driving back? I've already entered the town!"
"Give me a ride." Long Zhu smiled at him, and without waiting for him to refuse, he calmly opened the car door and got in.
The young man's face turned pale and he pulled the gear lever tremblingly.
A notification popped up on my phone.
Air conditioner repair and cleaning services available, price 90-200. Address: Haomeng Hotel, Yufu Town. Contact: Mr. Yang.
Long Zhu tilted his head and asked the young man next to him, "Where is the Good Dream Hotel?"
The other person's face turned pale and he stumbled over his answer: "You, you want to go to my house? My house is fully booked today."
Long Zhu put away his phone and said, "Let's go. I'm going to your house to clean the air conditioner."
Young man: “……?”
Yufu Town is not big, with only one main road. The Haomeng Hotel is squeezed between two restaurants and a hair salon. The entrance is also narrow, just enough to accommodate a registration counter. The person who placed the order was the young man's father, Lao Yang.
Old Yang led Long Zhu to the back of the stairs, where there was a pink-painted door, which was his own room.
"This air conditioner has been broken for a few years now. The cold air is so strong that it gives me a headache after a while."
Lao Yang is a short and fat middle-aged man who wears a pair of reading glasses and has very few hairs left.
The room is simply furnished with a double bed, a TV cabinet, a wooden table and two rattan chairs.
Long Zhu stood on the wooden table, looked at the rectangular air conditioner in front of him, lowered his head and turned on his mobile phone.
His son was still distracted and whispered, "Why don't you just stop repairing it and get a new one? Send her away quickly."
Old Yang didn't know the inside story, and his attention was always on Long Zhu. He jokingly said, "Why did the company send such a young girl? Why not let my son come and help?"
When Xiao Yang heard this, he winked at his father repeatedly.
"It's okay," Long Zhu said, holding the phone: "I can do it."
At the same time, a serious electronic voice came from the phone: "In three minutes, I will teach you how to dismantle and repair the air conditioner at home..."
“…”
Learn now.
After watching the tutorial, she rolled up her sleeves and prepared to remove the cover, but the air conditioner turned on by itself, the blades flapped suddenly, and the biting cold wind blew on Long Zhu's face unexpectedly.
She frowned and blinked, pulled out the screws on the four corners with her bare hands, reached out and held both sides, and with a little force, she easily removed the air conditioner casing.
The moment he saw the scene clearly, Long Zhu was stunned.
The old Yang and his son at the door were completely oblivious to this. They hugged their arms and rubbed them, sighing, "It's still cold. How can it be so cold?"
Long Zhu didn't find it strange.
Because at this moment, the narrow space inside the air-conditioned room was filled with children covered in green. They were huddled together, looking up at the uninvited guests in front of them.
The messy and tangled long hair was like dead black seaweed, filling the gaps between the leaves. The temperature dropped several degrees, and water dripped from the ceiling, as if it was about to turn into icicles.
Long Zhu stared at them expressionlessly. After a moment, the children in the air-conditioned room opened their big dark eyes, stretched out a finger and put it on their lips.
——"Shhh."
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At a fork in the road not far away, a silver-gray van was parked on the side of the road.
The girl in the back seat had her hands and feet tied with ropes and was still unconscious.
The fourth brother was holding a small colorful card with the contact number of "Good Dream Hotel" printed on it. He dialed it four or five times, but the number was out of service every time.
He slammed his fist on the steering wheel and cursed in frustration.
He kept urging him to deliver the goods while they were on the way, but when they arrived he ignored him and didn't answer his phone calls, even though the goods were fine when he delivered them to the female college student last time.
The fourth brother subconsciously covered the Laojun tablet on his chest with a gloomy expression.
Ever since the third brother disappeared and Scar and his gang were arrested, although he escaped, he was suspected by his superiors. He finally got a job these two days, and he can't return empty-handed.
Since the middleman has lost contact, he will just deliver the goods directly into the mountains. After all, it is a negotiated business, so why should he be afraid that a group of villagers will default on their debt?
Thinking of this, Lao Si stopped hesitating and stepped on the accelerator, heading towards the fork in the road that leads to "Yuwei Village".
The mountain road was twisting and the car was shaking.
After a while, a crooked signpost that looked like it was set up by the villagers themselves began to rapidly retreat.
[7 km away from Laojun Temple in Yuwei Village]
Laojun Temple.
Speaking of which, I got this divine tablet from a Laojun temple.
Although this Laojun is not an orthodox Taoist god, he has many believers among the people. It is said that if you bow devoutly three times in front of the Laojun statue, you can get a divine tablet. Then, if you touch it before doing anything, you will be blessed by Laojun.
The fourth brother believed it firmly.
Since he got the divine tablet back, he has evaded countless pursuits.
I didn’t expect that there would be a Laojun Temple in such a remote place like Yuwei Village.
If you have time, you might as well go and pay your respects before you leave to show your sincerity.
Thinking of this, the fourth brother laughed.
The golden sun was setting in the west, and the sunset glow shone on his profile, half bright and half dark.
When the car drove into Yuwei Village, the sky was already indigo.
Seven or eight young men holding farm tools were standing or squatting at the entrance of the village, all looking towards the van.
The fourth one poked his head out and greeted the group with a smile: "Fellow villagers, have you eaten yet?"
The villagers didn't say anything, just stared at him with their dark eyes. The mountain was empty and for a moment, the only sound was the rough and mocking caws of crows in the distance.
"Lao Yang asked me to deliver the goods," Lao Si got straight to the point: "Do you know who this delivery is for?"
There was silence again.
The villagers stared at him motionlessly for so long that the fourth brother felt something was wrong and the hairs on his back stood up.
Suddenly, the leader raised his arm.
Soon, the people nearby followed suit and raised their hands, pointing in the same direction.
The fourth brother suppressed this strange and absurd feeling. He didn't stay any longer and walked forward on the road.
Yuwei Village actually has only one main road that leads from the village head all the way to the depths of the mountains and forests. Villages are scattered on both sides. If you count them carefully, there are actually only a dozen old village houses with black tiles and gray bricks.
The village was lifeless, as if it had never been influenced by modern ideas and was in a state of uncivilized chaos and ignorance.
On the road, we met old women traveling with children, or women sitting at the door drying fish. They also looked at the van with strange eyes, as if they had expected it. Without waiting for questions, they raised their arms and silently pointed forward.
The fourth brother suddenly got goosebumps.
There's something weird about this place.
He sped up and finally arrived outside a yard.
After getting off the car, Lao Si walked up and knocked on the door loudly.
The air was filled with a faint smell of fish. He took two deep breaths and the smell seemed to disappear, but after a while, it vaguely penetrated into his brain through his nasal cavity.
He couldn't help but feel upset and knocked on the door harder.
"Squeak."
It was the sound of the bolt being removed from behind the door.
A dark-skinned old man came out and, without waiting for the fourth brother to explain his purpose, said with a look of understanding: "Come in."
The fourth brother followed him in. Inside was a bungalow with mottled walls. There was an open stove at the door with a few unburned incense sticks scattered on it.
On both sides of the main hall are embedded a pair of peach charms that have been weathered by the wind and rain and the engravings have become blurred.
The crimson handwriting meandered and spread out, like two scarlet eyes, staring straight at the people from other villages, as if complaining and crying.
After seeing the plaque on the door clearly, the fourth brother was surprised: "Is this the Laojun Temple?"
The dark-skinned old man is a temple priest.
He smiled in agreement and held out a wooden tube in his hand, which looked like the fortune-telling box in the temple.
The old temple keeper suddenly started to sing in a loud voice, but his voice was out of tune and there was no melody. At the end, he shook his wrist and a long stick fell.
He picked it up and looked at it, then said with a smile, "The Yu family is happy again!"
The laughter was harsh and creepy, and it made the fourth brother feel uneasy.
He raised his eyes to look at the statue in the hall - Laojun's incarnation has always been a heroic old woman stepping on colorful auspicious clouds and holding a long sword. Whenever they worship, believers may touch the auspicious clouds under Laojun's feet, which means ascending to heaven and receiving blessings.
Under the offerings on the table, there is also a thick stack of yellow paper with various wishes written on it with a brush.
Among them, the most common requests are for seeking children or marriage.
The old temple keeper signed for it, turned around and walked to the donation box, took out a thick envelope from the back and handed it to the fourth brother.
After counting, I found that it was exactly the price we had agreed on.
The fourth brother looked up and was about to say something, but his eyes caught a glimpse of something strange.
The statue just now...did it smile?
He took another look and found nothing unusual, but he was too nervous to stay any longer. He said hello and drove away in a hurry.
He relaxed only after leaving the village. He noticed that the envelope was torn at both ends and reached out to fold it and put it in the armrest box.
At that moment, a gust of wind blew through the gap in the car window, and several bills flew out.
The fourth brother cursed inwardly and stopped the car to pick up the money.
One, two, three... When he picked up the fourth one, he realized something was wrong.
When he looked up, he saw that everything scattered along the road ahead and in his arms had turned into white paper money for the dead.
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