Chapter 17: Sweet Addiction
There is indeed something wrong with Tang Weining.
If we assume that the corpse he was talking about was not that of a pet dog or fish, shrimp or crab, the person he was most likely to have killed was Bai Chao.
Tu Lanxun clutched her forehead, aching. She felt like she was caught in a vortex of immense suction. This wasn't her business. How could selling something be such a hassle?
The most difficult thing about this kind of thing is that if you intervene, you're powerless, and if you don't, you're just too embarrassed. Even if you don't have evidence, how can you file a police report? First, let's explain where Tang Weining's chat logs came from.
Besides, it's not profitable. The bag of chocolate Bai Xiaoju ate was worth 1/10 of a large gold cake, and she gave it all away for free.
Tu Lanxun deceived himself by minimizing the page, opening the online store, and turning to projects that could make money.
Within a day, two orders had arrived. Both addresses were familiar: a courier locker on a street in another city or county. She couldn't tell if they were from a living person. Checking the invoice, she found the apron and milk soap were still there, but the yak jerky ordered by the second customer was definitely gone.
I have to find time to replenish the stock. Tu Lanxun has the distributor's phone number. If there are many things to sell in the online store, they don't have to go through her hands. It's fastest to go directly to the warehouse, but I have to pay a commission.
She concealed her name and made two phone calls, and made an appointment with the other party's salesperson to sign the contract in the city during the day tomorrow. While complaining that they were on duty 24 hours a day, her mood improved a lot.
"You want to be a customer service representative? No, I'm appointing you as the convenience store manager." After establishing the purchasing and sales chain, Tu Lanxun's first task was to distribute the business. She picked up a bag of plums and shook it. "The salary is the same, and the meals are provided. You can choose one thing to eat every day."
"Let's just be customer service. The title of manager of this convenience store is not very auspicious." The computer ghost Mumu said.
"Then he will be the deputy store manager, customer service manager, and technical department director."
"OK."
"Come on, I'm rooting for you." Encouraged by Boss Tu, the female ghost rolled up her sleeves and returned to the computer.
The female ghost was very happy, and Tu Lanxun was also very happy. She hired a supercomputer assistant with three times the position and three times the scope of work. The salary was just a bag of smoked snacks every day, which was only two gold grains in the gold biscuits. She felt that more gold biscuits were coming towards her.
More gold cakes mean more ghosts, but Tu Lanxun ignored this for the time being.
She was so happy that she stretched at the cashier counter. Then she felt sleepy and realized it was already early in the morning and it was time for her to sleep.
N's voice came over coldly, "Are you going out tomorrow?"
She wanted to meet with the distributor's sales representative and also check on Tang Weining's affairs. Tu Lanxun nodded, remembering that she and N were physically bound together, with a maximum separation of 20.22 meters. This meant that N had to follow her wherever she went.
The same is true in reverse.
Tu Lanxun said flatteringly, "Let's go to the furniture store tomorrow and buy you a mattress, a six-piece set, a night light, and other things. Do you want a quilt or a cold blanket?"
She had wanted to ask for a long time what N was doing while she was sleeping these past two days. Would ghosts feel sleepy? He wouldn't sit here all night long reading a wordless book, would he?
N didn't respond, still standing in the corner with his shoulders and neck straight, wearing a tight-fitting high-necked black velvet coat, like a proud black swan.
He said, "Come with me to No. 114 Chunguang Street tomorrow."
Tu Lanxun screamed "Ah", but she had already agreed on a time and place with the salesperson, and Chunguang Street was far away from where she wanted to go.
"It's okay, we'll go to Chunguang Street after dark."
After saying this, N disappeared. Tu Lanxun agreed in a daze and got up to find the apron and soap given to the first customer. He simply moved the whole box from the warehouse to the store so that he wouldn't forget them when he woke up.
It was not until she was washing her face and brushing her teeth that she realized what was happening. She swallowed a mouthful of toothpaste foam in front of the broken mirror and even forgot to clean the tiles.
Isn’t No. 114 Chunguang Street the famous haunted swimming pool?
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Tu Lanxun had a nightmare all night. In his dream, he was flopping around in a swimming pool with ghosts chasing him.
The water in the swimming pool was as sticky as glue. She couldn't even swing her arms. She just swam without moving. She watched as a ghost with long hair floating in the pool came closer and closer, grinning palely and grabbing her feet.
"ah--!"
Tu Lanxun suddenly opened his eyes and found that his face was covered with hair, some of which was in his mouth, completely blocking his breathing. His feet were propped up on the edge of the sofa bed, making them numb and cold.
Yesterday's attempt to curry favor with N by buying her a mattress was just a sugar-coated bullet. She really needed to replace her own sofa bed, which was too narrow and of poor quality. After only two days of sleeping on it, there was a thin human-shaped dent in the middle, which caused her back pain.
No. 114 Chunguang Street is very famous in Lucheng. When Tu Lanxun was a child, it was the most famous swimming pool in the local area. However, there were always inexplicable drowning incidents there, and several adults and children who were swimming drowned. Gradually, it became neglected and even abandoned.
The most bizarre thing is that one of the pools where people drowned was only 1.5 meters deep. The adult who drowned was 1.79 meters tall and could swim. He went into the water to accompany his children to cool down. The children were wearing swimming rings and were fine, but he just fell straight into the water and disappeared.
What is N doing there? Why does he always go to places where people have drowned? Could it be that he has drowned before?
Just go, and go at night.
Tu Lanxun got up and went downstairs. As usual, she turned towards the bathroom. As she walked in, she almost fell on someone. She was so scared that she gasped, "What are you doing here?"
In the bathroom, a figure with a blue front and a black back slowly stood up and looked down at her. N grabbed the fingertips of the rubber gloves and pulled them to reveal the black leather gloves underneath. He put the brush aside and walked over to Tu Lanxun and went out.
The scent of grass and wood was mixed with the smell of detergent.
Tu Lanxun's expression suddenly became strange. Could the thing N was wearing just now be that "simple and fresh household apron"?
puff.
Is he cleaning here so early in the morning? What is he doing with that cold and arrogant expression?
But N cleaned it so well that every tile was bright white, and there wasn't a single water stain on the faucet. They say ghosts like clean places, and it seems to be true.
After washing up, Tu Lanxun looked around the store for the first time. She noticed the shelves were polished, the floor tiles were shiny, and the ceiling was free of dust. This wasn't right. She remembered her first time here, when there was a smear of dust everywhere.
As far as God is concerned, she had never cleaned the house before, so she said it hypocritically, "Ah, it's clean. I wonder who can do such a neat job."
"What are you looking at? If you don't want to eat breakfast, get out of here." N's expression remained cold. She read the malicious meaning in his words and quickly averted her gaze. She smiled and said, "The store is out of stock. Let's go to the city to eat."
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When the silver-gray Jetta stopped next to the breakfast shop, it was already nine o'clock in the morning and they were about to close.
It was a bit awkward to leave N in the car and go in to eat by myself. Judging from the distance, the distance between the store and the parking space seemed to exceed the binding distance. Tu Lanxun laughed foolishly, and turned away the image of himself sitting there eating buns while N stood at the door staring gloomily, and asked: "I'll buy it and eat it in the car. What do you want?"
N was indifferent but fluent, "Soy milk, egg custard, and sugar pie."
Tu Lanxun suspected that he was staring at the sign outside the restaurant with the back of his head and reading out the names of the dishes.
"Okay." She got out of the car and waved her arm with the arrogance of a boss. "Wait for me."
There was no line at the restaurant, so Tu Lanxun went straight to the glass counter and ordered a tray of steamed dumplings made with fresh meat and yeast dough, adding an unhealthy bottle of iced Coke. When making N some soy milk, the waiter said, "Our soy milk is plain by default. Ma'am, would you like some sugar?"
Normally, the sugar pancakes at N Point are super sweet, the egg custard is light and slightly salty, and buying the original soy milk is the right combination. But Tu Lanxun suddenly had an idea and said, "Add sugar, thank you."
Back in the car, Tu Lanxun first took a sip of ice cola to moisten his throat and refresh his mind, then stuffed a small meat bun with oily skin into his mouth. The warm smell of N incense was wafting over, and green smoke was curling in the car. Tu Lanxun had the illusion that he was also being worshipped.
Moreover, he was not as stingy as Tu Lanxun when lighting incense for himself. He lit an incense stick worth 1/3 of a gold biscuit and inserted it into the air-conditioning vent, slowly burning the whole stick. If he had known earlier, he would have brought some goods in the car to share the profit.
N stared at the soy milk first, then opened the lid. The soy milk exuded a sweet aroma, and he took a sip with an expressionless face.
The corners of his tense mouth seemed to relax slightly. This ghost really likes sweet things. He also liked the jam sandwich from before.
Tu Lanxun had the same sense of accomplishment as feeding a wild cat canned food. N also ate like a feline, taking small but steady bites, making no sound, with the cautious air of a predator.
The only prey is sugar pies and egg custard.
The sales appointment with the distributor was at 10 a.m., and they drove to the coffee shop. Tu Lanxun only then realized that it was near Lucheng Agricultural University. The sign also advertised Lucheng Agricultural University's Sunshine Coffee Beans and Organic Wheat Bread. N followed her in and chose a shady seat surrounded by green plants.
I was bored waiting and couldn't help but pay attention to the people around me. A child ran over to the table across from the green plants. He was a boy of seven or eight years old with a scar on his ear.
Not only on his ears, but also on his face, spreading from his neck to his collar like embroidery. One can see the traces of scar removal surgery, but only faint, bumpy, flame-shaped growths remain. This appearance will most likely accompany him for the rest of his life.
Bai Xiaoju must have died in the fire, with black ash on her body. It seems that the little boy was luckier than her. Although his face was disfigured, at least he was alive.
N turned around, his eyes following the boy, then returned to his shattered eyeballs and said calmly, "There's an air of death about him."
"Is it the same kind of deathly aura as Bai Chao's gold bracelet?" Tu Lanxun covered his mouth with his sleeve and whispered.
"It's not the same one." N narrowed his eyes slightly and sniffed lightly, "It smells like paint. He might have been haunted recently."
Tu Lanxun didn't smell anything. He turned around and saw the boy running out of the store and heading towards the man who came to pick him up. The man was wearing a white shirt and smiled at him. The two of them kept a slight distance from each other and got into a sports SUV together. The car was quite expensive.
The moment the man looked up, Tu Lanxun was stunned.
It was a handsome face, with gentle eyes, a slightly frown of sorrow, and an incongruous upturned corner of the mouth.
Absolutely right, it’s Tang Weining!
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