MTL - Seven Evil Slips-Chapter 20

On this side, Kiyo couldn't sleep either, he had heard too many stories all afternoon, too many vague faces turned in his head, everyone had so many secrets.

Seeing that it wasn't too late, she got out of bed and called Wan Fenghuo.

Wan Fenghuo said "Hello", and Kiyo was very polite: "Uncle Wan."

Hehe, after laughing twice, Wan Fenghuo said, "Muyo, no matter how many times you call me uncle, no matter how polite you are, you will be asked for money if you ask me for news."

One sentence was exposed, it was too embarrassing, Muyo lifted the quilt and sat up, crossing his legs: "Wan Fenghuo."

Wan Fenghuo tsk-tsk: "Uncle Wan has become Wan Fenghuo all of a sudden, the little girl now is too realistic."

Kiyo said, "Please quote me a price."

"Can you afford it?"

"I can't afford to come out and I can't listen to it."

Wan Fenghuo laughed dryly: "In the evening, I'll give you quotations one by one when I'm full. I'm not a radio station."

With his right hand, Kiyo pressed the hollow on half of the wall, with all the strength in his hand, he turned around and stuck to the wall, truly focusing on two things: "Uncle Wan, don't always stare at the money, maybe someday you will You can use me, think about it, if you help me, I will help you again, mutual benefit, and make friends, how wonderful."

Wan Fenghuo snorted.

There seemed to be a door, and Kiyo hurriedly asked, "Uncle Wan, do you think there are ghosts in this world?"

Wan Fenghuo replied: "You should call 'I Love Ghost Stories' or the late-night hotline, or you should call and have a relationship. Don't waste time with me, old man."

"It's the kind where a good person is possessed by a ghost and does bad things. Then, that ghost is transferred to another person, and the other person does bad things again. That kind of thing."

Wan Fenghuo sighed: "Kiyo, our business is not small, but we have never had any troubles, why?"

Taking his right hand as the origin, Kiyo moved his whole body upwards 30 degrees, just like a clock: "Why?"

"Because we do business legally, we behave in a proper manner to help people find information and find people. Please note that looking for people is not looking for ghosts! The old society turns people into ghosts, and the new society turns ghosts into adults. There are no ghosts in the new society, only people! "

If you don’t have it, you don’t have it. As for being so impassioned and powerful?

Kiyo said angrily, "Oh, then I'm fine."

Wan Fenghuo changed his tone: "But..."

He lowered his voice: "However, if you are really interested, you can chat with a friend of mine."

Kiyo rolled his eyes against the wall: "You don't believe this, don't you?"

"Oh, this is the same as saying Gong Xi Fa Cai during the Chinese New Year, and saying safe trip instead of smooth sailing when you see off the plane. It's all a habit. Do you want to talk to that friend of mine?"

"Free?"

"free."

There was a smile on the corner of Kiyo's lips, she jumped onto the bed with her legs crossed in mid-air, and bumped twice on the mattress: "Speak."

Wan Fenghuo's friend is called Shengun.

In fact, he also mentioned to Muyo before that he just likes to study strange powers and chaos, and he is determined not to use a mobile phone. Later, it was the one that Ai Ai reluctantly used.

Mudai felt that it was not good to call someone a magic stick, as if he was mocking others for bluffing, but no matter how hard he asked, he couldn't get his name. Wan Fenghuo was chased by her anxiously, and said: He is like this, and he can't remember my name.

Kiyo didn't believe it: "Then what did he call you?"

Wan Fenghuo was silent for a while, this silence really lasted forever: "Little Wanwan."

Kiyo made a disdainful voice: Hey...

Two and a half old men, and flirtatiously call "Xiao Wanwan", it's really disrespectful, she got goosebumps.

Wan Fenghuo said: "I know what you think, that's what he is, and he will call you that when the time comes."

Kiyo snorted: "I won't do it, my name is Kiyo."

Wan Fenghuo replied in an even more disdainful tone: "Come talk to me after you have dealt with him."

After hanging up the phone, Wan Fenghuo briefly recalled the past.

In fact, Shenzhu didn't call him Xiaowanwan at first, he called him Xiaofengfeng.

But then one day, the magic stick suddenly and solemnly informed him: he can no longer be called Xiao Fengfeng, because he has made a good friend, that person is much more important than Wan Fenghuo, and Xiao Fengfeng's name will be given to him.

At that time, Wan Fenghuo shrugged his shoulders, meaning casually, it doesn't matter, anyway, he doesn't like any of them, it's just changing from one ugly name to another.

But when I thought about it afterwards, I was really sour: Why, why can't I be called Xiao Fengfeng.

The first communication between Mudai and Shengun ended with a chicken and duck talk, and Shengun said: "Let me tell you, little pocket, if you want to ask me any questions, you must come up with something concrete, time and place , characters, and unusual places, this is the scientific attitude of doing research, if you open your mouth and ask why someone who was originally a good person was possessed and did something bad, what is this called?"

Kiyo emphasized: "My name is Kiyo!"

"I don't care what kind of pocket you are. In short, you don't ask random questions. They should be based on facts and ask the main points. You can ask me when you are ready. I am very busy now and I want to write a book. You can call me later."

Still want to write a book? Mu Dai was suddenly in awe: Sure enough, learned people are self-willed and uninhibited.

Mudai threw away the lofty ambitions he had when facing Wan Fenghuo, and thought doggedly: The name Xiaopocket seems to be quite nice.

During breakfast the next day, Yiwan told Huo Zihong that he would be off for half a day, saying, "My brother Cao found a job in the restaurant diagonally opposite, and I got on the horse the day before, so I have to put on a show."

Sure enough, idleness is not a long-term solution. After a long time, you still have to consider your livelihood. There are many restaurants and bars in Lijiang, recruiting workers at any time, and leaving at any time. There are iron-clad soldiers.

Huo Zihong said: "That's what I have to go and see, see if there's anything I can help you with."

Thirteen nodded like pounding garlic, and drank the porridge in the bowl in twos and twos: "Then I'll go there first, it's his first day at work, he may have a lot of things to do."

He spun away like a gust of wind.

Kidai was indignant: "Working in a restaurant, and not being the emperor's enthronement, how many things can there be? Ten thousand and three clearly avoid work."

Huo Zihong smiled: "That Cao Yanhua is your friend, Kiyo, you go to have a meal at noon, and people will cheer you up."

This is her Aunt Hong, who is gentle and kind and can't make mistakes. She gives 13,000 money to the liar, and she is also considerate to Cao Yanhua who comes from afar to talk about running the train.

How could Aunt Hong be a bad person?

Kiyo bit the chopsticks: "Aunt Hong, that Li Tan is the Li Tan I mentioned to you..."

Huo Zihong took a boiled egg from the plate, cracked it lightly on the corner of the table, and then crushed the egg shell on the table: "Huh?"

"Infatuation!" Mudai stared at Huo Zihong's face, "He keeps putting Li Yaqing's photo in his wallet, Aunt Hong, do you know that Li Tan has never been married, and he often took leave to investigate Li Yaqing's affairs, and was fired by his unit. I had no choice but to open a small shop, and the business was not good, so my hair grew gray a long time ago, and my back was bent..."

Huo Zihong's hands trembled slightly, and then said, "Oh."

Kiyo didn't miss this detail, so he decided to add more details: "I feel uncomfortable looking at it. Think about it, a big man is old and has nothing to do. He is thinking about a case from twenty years ago. What a loving person. He also told me..."

She said emotionally: "He also said that the murderer must be found out, otherwise, after death, he would have no face to go underground to meet Li Yaqing. He also said, if I can only do one thing in my life, it must be this... "

Huo Zihong gently placed the chopsticks on the table, and said, "My head hurts a little, I'll go back to my room and lie down, Uncle Zhang, clean it up."

Kiyo continued to bite the chopsticks, his eyes dripping. After Huo Zihong left, Uncle Zhang said to her: "Little lady boss, you are acting weird today."

Around lunch time, Mudai went to Juxian Building where Cao Yanhua worked.

This real estate is an old local house with an antique decoration. The waiter is also wearing a bunt, wearing a felt hat and a white towel on his arm. He bows first when he sees anyone: "Guest officer, please come inside."

Cao Yanhua went to work the day before, and his enthusiasm for part-time work was obviously strong, his voice was octave higher than others, and he walked gracefully with the dishes, and the lingering sound of "Come on" lingered for a long time.

He enthusiastically led Muyo to the second floor: "Sister Mushiro, let me tell you, the perfect location by the window overlooking the whole Lijiang, most people are not allowed to sit, I told the other waiters, leave it to my master." of…"

Speaking of this, he lowered his voice: "Sister Kishiro, think about it and accept me as an apprentice. I will treat you this time."

Kiyo's answer was two words: Hehe.

Cao Yanhua obviously understood the implication of these two words, but he was not discouraged. Kiyo was actually a little curious: "Why do you always want to learn martial arts?"

"dream."

"Convenient for you to steal things?"

"How can that be?" Cao Yanhua was very serious, "I was arrested and squatted for ten days last time. After I got out, I was completely new. Now I work to create wealth..."

He lowered his voice again: "Sister Kishiro, if you don't accept me, I may go back to the old path. If you think about it, you should eliminate harm for the people."

Really self-aware, and knowing that he is a "harm", Kiyo sat down by the window, ordered a few dishes casually: "Where is 13,000?"

"I haven't seen it."

As expected, Kiyo gritted his teeth and looked out the window with his chin in his hands.

Indeed, the view from the heights is superb, the ancient city is picturesque, and it has a different charm from another angle. The houses are clustered with tiled houses, and tiled cats are invited on many roof cornices, implying ghost-eating tigers, suppressing evil and seeking good fortune.

Looking further down, it is a thoroughfare outward, and it is not a problem to drive cars side by side...

wait, that's...

A black Hummer is not uncommon, but with hunting lights on the roof, is that Luo Ren's car?

Drive very fast, drive straight down.

What is this for? Miyo was a little taken aback.

There were too many people and vehicles on the road, and it was impossible to drive fast. Luo Ren gripped the steering wheel tightly with one hand, while the other hand trembled slightly.

"Uncle Zheng, don't panic," he tried to calm down, "Talk slowly, what's wrong with Pin Ting?"