58 Chapter 58 (Three in One)
◎ What's the point of being sincere or not? I'm just here to deliver food.◎
"Coming! Let me help you push your wheelchair!"
"I'll carry it in the car!"
The two of them came to their senses with a start and immediately got busy working, pushing the wheelchair into the car with great effort. Ye Ping'an felt relieved and happy.
Puff——
As soon as I got on the train, like a balloon flattened by the final straw, the bag of scraps began to spill black liquid one by one. The bag hung on the wheelchair, leaning against the wall of the carriage. A shadow silently crept up, stealthily devouring everything.
Only after returning to the car did Wang Xiaomei slowly relax, and her frightened brain began to work.
Just when she was close enough, she could clearly see the words written on Hu Tu's body and the strange toys around him.
Wang Xiaomei's understanding of "weird" came entirely from the city, and she didn't have much common sense. Even so, she could tell that these things were wrong.
She didn't recognize most of the toys, but the shape of one of the dough figurines... looked exactly like the strange monsters she had heard about, and the fried corpses that had inexplicably appeared in the city.
The corpse was wrapped in dough and fried, looking horrible, and the fried dough dolls were stuffed in the bag, which looked like a strange "snack shop".
Today the van drove all the way to the factory, and on the second half of the road we only encountered oil shops and other cannibals.
She had originally thought that Boss Ye had run over the ogre and scared away the other "weird" monsters near the factory, but now she realized that it was the people who had entered the factory earlier who had trapped the monster.
Wang Xiaomei had seen hints in the same style as Hu Tu's in some places in the city.
However, these clues were often erased or modified, so she had to discern them herself. By eavesdropping and relying on these quickly disappearing clues in the city, she was able to survive in a city full of monsters.
Boss Ye is very powerful, but before she came, the old town of Yuanzhoukou had not been abandoned by the outside world.
The iron gate of the factory was opened, and a rusty metal sign was hung directly at the intersection on the right side behind the gate, with the words "Qingxin Workshop No. 1" written on it.
The door of the workshop was wide open, with no roar of machines inside. The empty workshop still had traces of people sitting there, but only a few huge pipes buried deep in the building were left on the wall.
The pipe had been slashed from top to bottom at some point, a scar stretching the entire height of the factory. The flesh-colored pipe, lighter than the interior walls, bulged and bulged, like the intestines of some giant creature.
However, the damaged areas were spurting oil, and a pile of residue was overflowing from the places where it was connected to the wall from time to time. The broken gaps were filled with residue mixed with oil, and began to close up little by little.
Ye Ping'an glanced to confirm that it was not the workshop No. 4 he was going to, then looked away.
There are only two directions at the intersection, so it is estimated that Workshop 4 can only be seen after passing through Workshop 2.
The dim light obscured by oil stains illuminated the muddy and bloody walls of the corridor.
Even with the car windows closed, it couldn't block out the faint smell of rotting blood.
Ye Ping'an frowned in disgust. "The meat used for oil extraction is piled up here and is rotting. How can the oil produced be good? They are so unscrupulous. They are so unscrupulous. The reputation of our catering industry is being ruined by these unscrupulous manufacturers!"
The moment the van broke in, the walls squirmed and contracted.
There were still traces of blood on the ground, as if from a fierce battle. The wall moved, revealing greasy reflections on the ground, which made Wang Xiaomei feel uneasy.
Facing the greasy road ahead, the van's accelerating wheels suddenly slowed down, making a squeaking sound as they gripped the ground.
The wrinkles on the person's face shrank into a ball, as if he wanted to shrink the wheels as well, and tiptoe away from the road ahead.
Ye Pingan glanced at the dashboard in confusion and kicked the accelerator again. "Why can't I increase the speed? Is it stuck?"
clang!
The van shook when it was kicked, and with the heavy push on its back, the van rushed out with a clang.
Seeing that Ye Ping'an had no intention of avoiding him, Wang Xiaomei quickly reminded him, "There's oil on the road! Don't touch the oil!"
Any reminder left at the factory gate must be very important.
The van had just touched the greasy road, a sheen spreading upwards. The wrinkles on the face of the person in the seat trembled, and the wheels swayed as if skidding, but it didn't affect the car's progress.
The reminder was drowned out by the chaotic noise in the car. Ye Pingan held the spinning steering wheel and waved his hand, "It's okay. The Wuling minivan is very durable. It can even drive on water, so a little oil on the road is nothing."
Wang Xiaomei watched the car drive onto the oil-covered road. Before she could get scared, she realized that nothing had changed in the car.
Eh???
Are the dangers indicated by the regulations not that serious? It still depends on the driver's understanding of the car. If they say they can drive, they can really drive.
The grease covering the wheels was there, but it seemed to be just ordinary oil, and the wheels only slipped slightly before they managed to steer.
【Hearse】：?
The car suddenly stopped shaking and making noises, the dimmed headlights came on again, and the car's speed immediately responded to the accelerator, soaring up in an instant.
The low engine roars like a beast's excited roar, and the shadow of the empty road spreads on the road that is actually covered with grease.
Instead of avoiding it, countless small black hands shot out and reached out to the grease and thick fog in the factory.
Even with the "garbage" piled up around it, the roads inside the factory were quite wide, enough for the van to speed through the corridors, rush into the workshop, and drive past the machines that looked like they were covered in oil, blood, and flesh.
There were several machines in the workshop that looked like cutting machines. As soon as the invisible blades fell, they were pulled away by the spreading ghost hand of the phantom road.
Cutting machine:?
Not only the "cutting machine", but also the ghost slaves and weird creatures hidden in the factory were like cats whose tails were stepped on. They rushed back into the machines or walls like lightning, as if they did not exist at all.
They were greedy for the flesh and blood of living people, but the moment they were caught by the shadow of the van, their instinctive fear made them cut off their tails to survive and hide away as quickly as possible.
The van sped along, plucking feathers from passing geese and digging deep into the ground.
A clean road was plowed out where the car passed, and all the grease, blood, flesh, mist and mucus were scraped away. Not even a trace of sticky and weird places was left, only a bare concrete road.
Shadows roll under the wheels, and ghosts are like waves.
The van drove faster and faster, heading straight into the deepest part of the ghost den.
As soon as the car drove out of the last fire shutter door of Workshop No. 2, the corridor wall shrank faster than the van before it drove over, as if there was a mad dog chasing and biting it from behind.
The twisted walls, mud, and interconnected roads of the ghost den shrank and disappeared one by one, revealing the factory's original dilapidated and decayed appearance.
Bang! Bang!
The fleshy giant roaming the corridor took a step, and the ground shook. The "oil tank," which normally wouldn't retreat, backed away, blocking the last wall.
In the thick blood mist, Workshop No. 3 was divided into two circles, inner and outer. Circles of blood-colored pools were bubbling on the ground. The mist seemed like an endless sea of blood, emitting a rich oily aroma.
In the center, a lotus petal-like platform was closed layer by layer, and a human figure was vaguely visible inside.
Circles of flesh-colored pipes swirled out from under the platform. The hungry ghosts and ghost slaves seen on the wall held their transparent stomachs and walked onto the pipes step by step, clasping their hands together devoutly and stiffly, muttering to themselves.
There was clearly no light in the blood mist, but the lotus petals glowed faintly, as if guiding everyone moving forward.
There were too many people, the "pipeline" was narrow and crowded, and the accelerating team was like a meat grinder squeezing each other.
The bodies were squeezed until their bellies burst, their limbs scattered, their broken heads turned pale and deformed, but they were still squeezed together, and they walked towards the lotus platform with their hands clasped together.
The rusty metal plate of "Bone Crushing Workshop No. 4" was still stuck crookedly at the bottom of the platform, rising and falling with the squirming pipes.
Broken bones were squeezed out from the intestine-like tubes, and deep teeth marks could even be seen on the bones. They were like completely digested residues, rolling into the sea of blood around the platform, bubbling, and then disappearing.
Bones. The bottom of the pool is full of bones.
The turbid and dull bloody air almost made people want to vomit. The sea of blood became thicker and stickier, and the lotus platform became whiter and holier.
Tap, tap.
Amid the sound of wooden fish, several figures flew backwards. The dark shadows that covered the area again gave the investigators a chance to catch their breath and identify the strange attack they had just suffered.
"The Buddha gives alms to hungry ghosts, saving them from the suffering of hanging upside down... Although it's a [hungry ghost] den, it will eventually nourish a 'Buddha'. No wonder the core area's attacks are patterned. It's now close to being a strange creature, so it can be driven by the true spirit! The final sacrifice should be not far away. Damn it, those lunatics are deliberately speeding up their attack, not wanting us to reach the core workshop 4!"
Feeling the ground shaking, their faces became uglier than each other.
"The 'Oil Tank' outside is here too. Are there new teams breaking in? No, it's not even midnight yet. Can the True Spirit Society even mobilize external forces through sacrifice? Be careful!"
The investigators weren't the only ones looking grim.
Deep within the Lotus Terrace, the hooded figure knelt in the center of the blood-red grease, ecstatically feeling a powerful, fresh energy surge through his limbs. It was as if the entire factory had become his hands and feet, and his will continued to spread outward...
The rising power suddenly stagnated. The hooded figure opened his eyes in anger and shouted angrily, "Who? Who disrupted the ceremony?"
The other hooded men kneeling around the grease had melted into the grease like wax figures. Under their scattered hoods, strange, satisfied smiles appeared on their faces.
A sharp-nosed, monkey-faced hungry ghost emerged from the depths of the oil. Unlike the other hungry ghost slaves, who struggled to prey on food, it sank into the oil with a peaceful and contented expression. However, as the ground shook, the hungry ghost's expression grew increasingly ferocious.
"The ritual is fine, and the offerings to the Hungry Ghosts are still going on..." The hooded old man's anger turned to confusion, "But the entire realm is stuck, and the power of the Hungry Ghosts is being mobilized again. Does this mean that some other powerful monster has entered, triggering an autonomous counterattack?
"The B-class members of the Investigation Bureau are all in the divine land, guarding the so-called 'restricted zone' and unable to leave. It's impossible for a B-class to fall from the sky. Oh, it must be that special C-class [Ghost Call] that revived and offended the master of the domain."
The hooded old man, realizing he understood the truth, sneered, "How foolish! You haven't yet realized that the future is destined to be a world where we walk alongside the gods. Unwilling to share your power with everyone, you stubbornly resist. C-class unite to resist the pressure of B-class, but B-class and B-class are not the same. The light before the gods descend has fallen, and you can only hide like rats. How long can you escape?"
"It's just right. The [Hungry Ghosts] are only just enough to feed the gods who descend. Add you and another C-rank, and it'll be a great tonic."
The hooded old man clasped his hands together and muttered, "At that time, the World Honored One..."
"The Sutra of the Dharani for Saving the Hungry Ghosts of Flame Mouth"!
The ghost face in the oil struggled fiercely, as if frightened and enraged. During the chanting, the ghost face stopped struggling, and its ferocity seemed to fade away, and a holy tranquility appeared.
The investigators had just managed to break through the sea of blood surrounding the lotus platform when the lotus-like platform opened a petal and a Buddha statue stood up in the blood pool, blocking their way precisely.
"Oh no, it's the 'Salvation Monk' again!"
The blood-red Buddha statue is as tall as an ordinary person, and it would probably take a while to be seen in the crowd.
The sculpture's painted gold lacquer was decayed and mottled, flaking away until only traces of smear remained, revealing the clay beneath. The clay was reddish and seamless, with every detail visible, like the flesh of a real person.
...Or, it comes from human flesh and blood.
The Buddha statue looked different from the last time it appeared. It seemed to have more painted parts peeling off. Yan Mingyue didn't bother to examine it closely and threw out the hemp rope.
I've tried answering and not answering, circumventing and cutting directly, but I can't get over it.
Even if they didn't get close, the [Salvation Monk] would appear every minute. The core of the ghost den they were looking for was just ahead, so it was impossible for them to stop here.
Yan Mingyue hurried to try again, but as soon as the rope was put around the Buddha statue, it drooped limply, as if it hadn't caught anything at all. He tugged, but it wouldn't budge.
"Ah—Amitabha! Do you sincerely take refuge in the Buddha?"
The Buddha statue lowered his brows, his face expressionless, like any other monk in a temple. The sound of a wooden fish, somewhere indistinct, grew more urgent as the questions were asked. Its voice wasn't loud, but it was like a stern warning.
Convert… ?
The echo in his head made Yan Mingyue's head buzz and almost turn into a puddle of paste. He unconsciously clasped his hands together and began to think about the problem.
The investigators who did not face the Buddha statue directly were slightly better off, but they were still dazed for a moment.
The hemp rope fell down timidly, as if it were just an ordinary rope.
"Hiss—God is dead, go back to your graves!"
A loud shout exploded from beside him, and a giant snake stood up to replace its companion, swinging its tail to free several investigators who were pinned down by the Buddha statue.
Black shadows rose at the same time, and Zhou Xing led everyone to retreat rapidly.
Lin Province is adjacent to the No. 1 restricted area. Before entering the ghost den, everyone received a reminder on how to deal with the overflow of power from the restricted area.
The most crucial point: "There is no Buddha."
Yan Mingyue's confused brain was alerted by the loud shouting, and he was no longer distracted by the Sanskrit sound. He retreated with his companions.
"Your heart is not sincere."
The Buddha statue's voice was neither happy nor sad, and it seemed that it was not moving at all. The moment the voice came out, the big snake that remained in place instantly flattened, as if it had been hit by a huge heavy object.
The lotus petals closed and the Buddha statue sank back into the pool of blood.
The black shadow quietly covered the figure rolling out from under the snake skin. Yan Mingyue's mind was still a little confused, and she instinctively reached out to hold the captain who was rolling over, preventing her from falling into the pool of blood.
There are only a few fixed paths leading to the central lotus platform on the pool. The blood-colored pool water around it can melt people upon contact. Even if there are strange creatures, it would be quite troublesome to fall into it.
"Hiss...hiss..." The snake's skin peeled off continuously like shedding skin after breaking away from the Buddha statue. After shedding several layers, it barely stopped the trend of being flattened.
The captain hastily ripped off her snake-patterned mask, but snake scales still sprouted from her flesh. Her shoulder shook uncontrollably, clearly a comminuted fracture.
Zhou Xing scratched his gray hair. He gave her an injection to seal and immobilize her arm, then laughed bitterly. "The [Hanging Rope] is about to strangle her to death, the [Spirit Altar] is about to devour her, and the [Slaughter Knife] can only stop chanting after she is unconscious... Now our team is truly old, weak, and sick.
"Xiaoyan, wake up, hold on a little longer. It's almost time for the [Salvation Monk] to automatically appear again. Back off first, and this time try to use the [Ghost Shadow] to avoid its pursuit."
Yan Mingyue struggled to shake off the Sanskrit chanting that filled his head, and they supported each other as they retreated. Suddenly, his ears moved, "There seems to be a sound of a car outside?"
"No." Zhou Xing shook her head. "You've used the trick so many times, and your five senses are still so sharp? But..." She glanced at Yan Mingyue's phone stuck in the exoskeleton slot. "Could the pattern of [Ghost Call] have changed?"
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Outside Workshop No. 3, the car lights shone, and from afar at the end of the corridor, one could see brown and red mud trembling constantly, and hungry ghosts with greasy stomachs struggling on the wall of corpses.
The open door had become a part of the giant. Its bulging belly blocked the crack in the door so that only the number 3 painted in red paint could be seen.
Old Liu looked at the demons dancing in front of him and was so frightened that he babbled incoherently, "Human, ghost, human..."
Ye Pingan looked around calmly, "Where is anyone? Stop arguing, I'm busy. I'll deal with feudal superstitions later."
Wang Xiaomei and Lao Liu were terrified and covered their mouths.
...As long as we can get out, you are right.
The headlights flickered and stopped at the number 3.
Ye Pingan saw the sign at the end of the corridor and continued to speed up. "Just when I saw that the factory was a little cleaner, there was a pile of garbage at the door again, and not even a light was on. Forget it, the door is open anyway, I'll leave after delivering it."
The van drove straight towards the gate. The meat mountain's belly trembled and pressed forward, and mud poured down like a waterfall. The small van was sandwiched between them, like a fragile toy.
Bang!
The van smashed through the giant's gap, and smelly mud and grease splashed everywhere, like water splashed by wheels on a rainstorm.
The speeding wheels crashed into the thick fog, and before hitting the retreating black shadow, they braked suddenly, making a beautiful drift and tailspin before finally stopping at the door.
As soon as I entered the door, the bright headlights went out in a second, and the facial lines shrank under the seat.
Ye Pingan curled his lips and turned on the headlight above the driver's seat. "The road is too dark. What the hell is this? I won't compensate you for leaving garbage everywhere. The headlights are blocked by garbage and can't work. I haven't asked you to compensate me for the lights yet."
The van rushed into the blood mist, and the mist shook violently, revealing the lotus platform on the blood pool.
The hooded old man knelt in the center of the lotus. Under the fat in the lotus core, the ferocious hungry ghost face began to fluctuate again, as if trying to struggle out of the fat.
The power surging in his body made his ears and eyes sharp, and he could clearly hear the sound of cars outside and the faint voices of people as if separated by a layer.
Although I am a little surprised that it is not due to the judgment of the resurrection of [Ghost Call], but... it should be a new investigator?
"You're here so soon? Just right, let the 'monk' bring in the new offerings." The old man chanted the scriptures faster, and the fluctuations on the ghost face were smoothed out.
Ye Ping'an saw the workshop No. 4 nameplate on the lotus shape at a glance.
"Workshop 234 is like a nesting doll, littered with garbage. The oil presses are placed in a messy, bizarre shapes. There's a pond and lotus flowers here, though. Could it be the factory leaders' perverted aesthetic? This oil... isn't it a bit too smelly?"
There are still twenty minutes before the takeout time. The destination, Workshop No. 4, is just ahead, so you can go there at any time.
There was no one on the road. Workshop 3 was large, so the police officers were probably there too. Ye Ping'an called Yan Mingyue to see where they were.
The call was answered immediately, but there was no sound on the other end.
Yan Mingyue looked at the phone that was "on a call" and his face turned pale.
The third call connected automatically... That call was truly a ghost call. Why did it call at this time?! What's with Boss Ye's voice?
Ye Pingan, holding his phone, looked around. "Hello? Hey, Captain Yan, why aren't you talking again? The takeaway has arrived. Come out to get it. Where are you guys?"
The voice rang out, and in order to avoid the dark shadow spread out by the [Salvation Monk], it became a little thicker.
Only by remaining silent and motionless could the shadow be minimized in terms of its likelihood of being discovered. However, the constant chatter of [Ghost Call] was clearly the opposite of the shadow.
Yan Mingyue exchanged glances with his companion who was still conscious.
Perhaps Zhou Xing was right, the rules of [Ghost Call] had been twisted by the [Hungry Ghost] lair. Perhaps it had even swallowed up [Ghost Takeaway], the delivery man's cries were quite down-to-earth and vivid.
Yan Mingyue gritted her teeth and pointed at the lotus platform.
She took [Ghost Call] with her, maybe she could find out more rules about [Salvation Monk].
There are wolves in front and tigers behind, so we can only do our best.
As soon as Yan Mingyue moved, the inquiring voice on the phone changed.
"Ah, I found you."
Yan Mingyue's hair stood on end.
The sound of wheels rolling over mud was heard in the blood mist. The shiny silver van squeaked to a stop, and the dim lights shone through the front window, illuminating Yan Mingyue's pale face.
Ye Ping'an stuck his head out of the car window. "You have really weird tastes. Why do you like eating here? It's smelly, dirty, and hard to find... Ahem, the meal fee is 100 yuan, and the errand fee is 1000 yuan. New customers get a 99% discount on their first order! Scan the code or pay with cash? Please take care of our business in the future!"
Yan Mingyue: ???
Click.
The hemp rope thrown earlier hit the roof of the car, and the body slid down flexibly.
Ye Pingan grabbed the hemp rope, completely bewildered. "You've run out of handcuffs, and you're using a hemp rope trap?"
Yan Mingyue looked at her in a trance, with cold sweat on his back, suspecting that he had fallen into hallucination.
...When will Ye Ping'an be able to directly restrict D-level [Hanging Rope]? Where did [Ghost Call] go?
Ye Ping'an threw back the hemp rope and pointed, "You are right here, why haven't you said anything? If you want to ambush the criminals, you should have told me earlier. I will definitely not disturb the officers at work. After I deliver your meal, I still have to deliver the next one. If you don't reply to the message or the phone call, you are just wasting time!"
"Officer Yan? Captain Yan?"
Ye Ping'an waved his arms in front of Yan Mingyue, his face filled with grief. "The meal is already here. You don't want to pay because it's too expensive, do you? Five small portions of food, each with a small pig's trotter, only cost you 20. We're all acquaintances, and I've even included a discount for new police officers who haven't eaten yet. It really can't be any lower! The mung bean soup isn't included, so you'll have to pay extra if you want it!"
From his expression to his tone, as soon as he opened his mouth, Yan Mingyue knew that it was really Ye Ping'an who came.
Yan Mingyue opened her mouth with a wave of questions in her head. "...How did you get in?"
Ye Pingan gave her a strange look and said, "I drove in. Although there's a lot of garbage in the factory, the road is quite spacious."
Well, overtime work is harmful to people. Even police officers have become stupid from working overtime.
The familiar nonsensical remarks and strange logic made Yan Mingyue's head buzz.
Driving will only create a new enclosed space for the monsters to attack. What's the point of driving?
The entire team rushed in here, and they were all injured and left behind, driving the monster to the point of death here.
Ye Ping'an came in, her car was brand new, her face flushed, as if she had come from a different road. She almost treated this place as her own home!
Ye Ping'an opened the door and went to the back of the car to get food. The lights in the car came on. Yan Mingyue stood at the front of the car and vaguely saw a wheelchair in the car.
Although I knew it was impossible, a faint hope quietly rose up, breaking out from the shock and fear.
...Could it be Hu Tu, whom Ye Pingan met on the road? Is she still alive?
The countdown on his phone vibrated slightly, and Yan Mingyue came back to his senses and quickly reminded, "Don't be in a hurry, follow me, the attack of the [Salvation Monk] is coming!"
Yan Mingyue had just left the [Ghost Shadow]'s range to lead [Ghost Call] to a duel with the ghost. But the other companions could see everything happening outside, and as long as they retreated to their designated position, they would still be covered by the [Ghost Shadow] in time.
[Salvation Monk] is closely connected to the Ghost Den and is not a core rule of the Ghost Den, and the pressure it brings is definitely not an ordinary C-level. [Ghost Shadow] Hiding may not necessarily avoid it, but it is at least an opportunity to try.
"What did you say?" Ye Ping'an opened the car door while holding the casserole.
A lotus flower opened a petal, and amid the sound of wooden fish, the blood-red Buddha statue flashed. As Ye Pingan opened the door and got out of the car, the Buddha statue stood silently at the door, face to face with her.
"Ah—Amitabha! Do you sincerely take refuge in the Buddha?"
The Sanskrit sound overlapped with the sound in Yan Mingyue's mind that had not completely faded away, buzzing like thunder.
Yan Mingyue's face changed drastically, and he managed to squeeze out a faint warning from his chaotic mind, "Don't... listen!"
The van trembled as the questioning continued, the lines on the people's faces became distorted and blurred, and the wheels rolled quietly backwards.
In the carriage, Old Liu and Wang Xiaomei, who had been covering their mouths tightly, instantly closed their eyes with a serene expression, clasped their hands together, and walked out. The unconscious little girl and Hu Tu also staggered to their feet, bowed their heads, clasped their hands together, and followed them.
The trembling car body shook, and the door seemed to be opened all the way, then bounced back and closed the door, blocking the people from walking out.
"I don't believe this. If the master wants alms and incense money, go find someone else." Ye Ping'an didn't notice at all and casually pushed away the big monk who was blocking the door.
The blood-red Buddha statue tilted, like a knocked-down sculpture, and tilted straight to one side, making way for a section of the road.
Yan Mingyue had just woken up and looked at the tilted Buddha statue with wide eyes.
The blood-red Buddha statue that couldn't be cut or pulled was just pushed away like that?
Boss Ye can easily capture low-level monsters, but can he even capture Buddha statues?!
Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.
The sound of the wooden fish was much faster than before, and each sound seemed to hit people's hearts, making their hearts beat so fast that they were about to explode.
The blood-red Buddha statue stood up again and flashed in front of Ye Ping'an. With lowered eyebrows and eyes, it repeated expressionlessly, "Do you sincerely take refuge in the Buddha?"
Ye Pingan was impatient. "You're still breathing heavily after calling me Master? You can just perform some feudal superstition and provide psychological counseling, but you're still chasing me for alms? What's the point of being sincere or not? I'm just here to deliver food. The food I have is limited. It's ordered by others, so I don't have any extra for you! Besides... I didn't even see you pay for the food!"
"Blasphemy!" The Buddha statue suddenly raised its eyes, glaring angrily.
The roar seemed to have substance. The roof of the van behind Ye Ping'an silently lowered a bit, as if it was about to be smashed flat.
The blood-red Buddha statue raised one hand high, and the human-sized sculpture arm swung out the heavy sound of a huge vajra, and then smashed it down heavily.
"Robbery?!" Ye Ping'an was furious. He raised his hand to grab the arm that was falling down and swung it back.
BANG!!!
The Buddha statue was pulled out of the blood pool and swung heavily to the ground, causing the mist to vibrate continuously.
The angry Buddha statue maintained its previous action sluggishly, as if it had not reacted to what was happening.
The people shrouded in darkness were stunned. "He's been knocked out?!"
"The big monk is quite heavy." Ye Pingan turned his head to look at them, "Are the police officers here? Yes, how can the cook be strong? I can still lift a pig."
The corners of Zhou Xing's eyes and mouth were twitching, and he saw from the corner of his eye that other people were doing the same.
...I heard from Yan Mingyue that Boss Ye's thinking is outrageous, and his control ability is outrageous, but how can his brain circuits be so outrageous? Is this what you are asking? ! !
But the [Salvation Monk] was temporarily restrained, and it was unknown how long he could be held captive. Time was running out, and they had no time to argue with this strange demon master.
The captain said decisively, "Let's go to Workshop No. 4 together!"
Ye Pingan was surprised. "How did you know I was going to deliver food on the 4th? It's okay. There's still time. I'll give you the food first."
As soon as a few people rushed out, they found a van blocking the nearest road leading to the blood pool.
The young boss next to them stuffed the casserole into their hands with a smile on his face, and held their hands like iron clamps, making it impossible to get rid of them.
Zhou Xing was forced to pick up the bag and suddenly felt the pain that the Buddha statue had just felt.
He looks well-proportioned, so where does he get so much strength?
etc……
Zhou Xing gasped, "You were tricked into coming here by [Ghost Takeaway]?!"
"What? A takeaway scammer?"
Ye Ping'an was puzzled. He looked at them, then at the big monk lying on the ground, unable to move. "Oh - I understand. They are the ones the officer wants to arrest, right? It turns out it was a fake monk. It was you who made the officer unable to speak, delayed me, and wasted half a day's phone bill? Come on, come on, I'll help tie you up. I caught you right in front of you. Robbery and fraud, can you claim two rewards?"
Ye Ping'an rubbed his hands happily, pulled out the rope that was used to tie the foam box from the car door, and quickly tied up the blood-red Buddha statue.
Investigators:?
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