Chapter 66 Hungry Ghost Festival
The noise outside the door became louder and louder. Liao Wenjie cried out that the ghost was still lingering, put away the wooden box, and opened the door.
There is still some residue of the Yijin Marrow Cleansing Pill. He takes it out and tastes it from time to time. The effect is minimal and cannot improve his physique, but it can help him speed up his cultivation process, just like giving him double experience.
"Brother Jie, I knew... Hey, what does your house smell like? It smells weird."
Zhou Xingxing wore a pair of sunglasses and swaggered into the door. He smelled the lingering smell in the air and suddenly realized: "I know, it must be you sitting on the toilet while eating..."
"Bah, ivory cannot come out of a dog's mouth."
Liao Wenjie interrupted in time and said with a dark face: "If you have something to say, just say it. If you have any farts, go out and close the door."
"Brother Jie, I have something serious to ask you."
"I say that every time."
"This time is really different. It's not just business, it's business. If you don't believe me, look at me with integrity."
Zhou Xingxing: ()
Liao Wenjie: (;ˇ_ˇ)
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"Brother Jie, please speak. It's so embarrassing not to speak at this time."
"..."
"Please, we are all brothers, why do you always embarrass me?"
"I've been practicing in seclusion recently, so I don't have time to talk to you."
"What a coincidence, that's what I came here for."
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"The thing is like this, I got a promotion and a salary increase some time ago, and now I'm the chief inspector that everyone respects. You know this, so I won't mention it anymore."
Zhou Xingxing pushed up his sunglasses and suddenly sighed: "I don't know what the people above thought. Uncle Da stayed in the headquarters to manage the serious crime team, but he threw me to the Sham Shui Po division as the deputy commander."
"Isn't the second in command bad? No one can put on airs in front of you except the director."
"That's not what you said. The deputy commander of the division only sounds awe-inspiring. There are factories on all sides of Sham Shui Po. It is sparsely populated and devoid of birds. There are only two major cases throughout the year."
Zhou Xingxing sighed and looked at the ceiling: "It's pity that the star of my generation in the police force is reduced to wasting his youth every day. God is really unhappy."
"You should report this kind of thing to your superiors instead of complaining to me."
"I tried, but the person above told me that I could either stay in Sham Shui Po and issue a ticket, or continue to be an undercover agent. There was no third possibility."
"Tsk, tsk, you're in such a miserable state."
"On the contrary, I am so good that they are all jealous of me!"
"as long as you are happy."
Zhou Xingxing was still in his dream, and Liao Wenjie didn't want to wake him up. He said bluntly: "My time is limited. If you keep talking nonsense, I will evict you."
"Brother Jie, do you know what day it was yesterday?" Zhou Xingxing said mysteriously.
"What day?"
Liao Wenjie raised his eyebrows. He had been staying at home for the past few days, except for practicing and sleeping. He bought food all at once and stored it in the refrigerator. He really didn't pay much attention to the date.
"July 15th is the Ghost Festival!"
"So that's it..."
Liao Wenjie looked strange: "Axing, do you know what day it was yesterday?"
"ah!?"
"July 15th, my birthday."
Liao Wenjie pressed Zhou Xingxing's shoulders and grinned: "I understand, you are here to give me a red envelope, right?"
"No, why didn't you tell me about your birthday yesterday...Tell me, did you treat me outside behind my back?"
I just found out too!
"It's a small birthday. I'm too lazy to celebrate it, so I didn't say anything about it."
Liao Wenjie passed it over casually and said reluctantly: "Although I didn't say anything and I didn't treat the guests to dinner, it doesn't affect my receiving the red envelope, right?"
"Come here, you can only get red envelopes if you treat me to dinner."
Zhou Xingxing shook his head firmly and changed the topic: "Brother Jie, I remember you once said that you have a powerful master who taught you Taoism."
"Yes, that's why I want to retreat."
"That's great. Actually, it's like this. Our police station was haunted last night..."
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On the Ghost Festival, the police station suddenly worked overtime and bought a lot of paper figures and money back.
Zhou Xingxing was very confused when he first arrived. After asking his colleagues, he found out that the Sham Shui Po Police Station was very old and had been used as a military camp by the British troops stationed in Hong Kong. During World War II, it was turned into a concentration camp headquarters by the Neon People.
Later, Neon surrendered, and a group of Neon people committed collective suicide. The locals were afraid that they would not be able to survive after they died, so they would burn some paper money for them during holidays.
Burning and burning became a habit, and I haven’t changed it yet.
After Zhou Xingxing heard this, he didn't bother to make more comments. He spent a few hundred yuan to get everyone to work safely. Although it was a broken habit, it was worth it.
Then he became overly curious, wondering if there would be some ghosts out to cause trouble if the Tiandi Bank's currency was cut off this year.
After all, he just thought about it and didn't take any action, but his curiosity did arouse, and he took the initiative to stay and work overtime that night to watch people burning paper money in the backyard of the police station.
Unexpectedly, a supernatural incident occurred in the police station. A prisoner disappeared for no apparent reason. It took him half the night to find him in the toilet.
At dawn, two police officers said that the prisoner was gone again because he turned into fly ash when exposed to the sun.
According to two police officers, they interrogated the prisoner overnight about how he escaped from the cell and who his accomplices were.
As a result, the prisoner said that he bumped into a ghost and was bitten by a ghost and turned into a ghost. The two police officers did not believe it and took the prisoner to bask in the sun. The prisoner, who did not know whether he was a human or a ghost, just disappeared.
Of course, if you accept that pile of ashes as a prisoner, others will still be there.
"Brother Jie, this is what happened. What do you think?"
"How can I see that?"
Liao Wenjie shook his head: "According to the story you told, the two police officers are the most suspected. Maybe they were the prisoner's accomplices. They deliberately let him go and then made up a ghost story."
"No, I think they are quite honest."
As he spoke, Zhou Xingxing took out a piece of drawing paper: "Look here, when they were interrogating the prisoner, they also drew a picture of their comrades."
The accomplices mentioned by Zhou Xingxing are the devils mentioned by the prisoners, the evil things that bit him.
"Did you take the evidence out of the police station?"
"How is it possible? I copied it, am I very artistically talented?"
"Well, it's quite similar to Leonardo da Vinci, Michelangelo Raphael. Looking at the artistic attainments of your painting, I know that Picasso has a successor."
Liao Wenjie rolled his eyes, pointed at the suspect's head and said: "It doesn't mean that ghosts should have long hair and fluttering hair. The stereotype is not good, but this guy has a beard and a unibrow, a rock band hairstyle, and he looks like late Homo sapiens." Yes, it’s too dramatic, how can I believe that he is a ghost?”
"Brother Jie, is it possible that late-stage Homo sapiens died in his own trap for hunting mammoths? His resentment and resentment persisted until now."
"I think you are late-stage Homo sapiens!"
Liao Wenjie waved his hand and told Zhou Xingxing to get out of here. He still had to practice in seclusion and had no time to waste time with Doubi.
"Dudu! Dududu——"
"Brother Jie, my eldest brother is ringing. Let me answer the phone first."
Zhou Xingxing didn't have the consciousness of being disliked. He sat down on the sofa and connected to Big Brother. After a while, he hung up the phone excitedly.
"Brother Jie, I was right, there is indeed a ghost."
"This is not something to be happy about."
"The people below told me that the dairy farm not far from the police station is haunted, and a cow's blood was sucked dry."