I was wondering in my heart, why did Uncle Yuan walk without making any sound?
He heard my conversation with Lao Yi, what should I do?
Just when I was thinking about how to fool him, Lao Yi stammered: "I'm talking about Tai."
Dizzy, I wondered if Lao Yi was stupid during the Chinese New Year.
Why did he just say whatever he said when others asked him?
So I hurriedly took what Lao Yi said and said to Uncle Yuan: "What he said is that the cold sting skin you made is really good."
So delicious” When Lao Yi saw me making the rescue, he nodded in relief.
Uncle Yuan said a strange "Oh" and walked back to the kitchen to continue cooking without saying much.
I whispered to Lao Yi: "Why are you so loud?
I'm afraid others don't know."
Lao Yi said a little embarrassedly: "Hey, I'm sorry.
The main reason is that what you said was too exciting.
I couldn't control it for a moment, so I spoke a little louder.
By the way, do you think these two things are related?
contact” I shook my head and said to him: "It's hard to say.
In fact, I have thought about this matter.
Although the person who snatched the Night Fox skin is a human being, and he should be Mr.
Yin Yang, but think about it, since he knows about Black Mother, You must know the magical power of Black Mother.
Do you think us mortals are really so blind that we dare to pull out teeth from the tiger’s mouth?
That’s not a twist.
How much will do you have to control him to risk his life?"
After listening to what I said, Lao Yi asked me: "Then what you mean is that it was someone inside that did it."
I picked up the wine glass, took a sip, and said to him: "I don't know, and we don't need to know, because the most important thing for us now is to find the female ghost.
Let's not worry about other things for now.
The important thing is that we also worry about it."
No, just leave it to fate.
By the way, do you have any clues these days?"
Lao Yi shook his head and said to me: "It's difficult.
The two of us are now looking for a needle in a haystack and trying our luck.
How can it be so easy?
I have been staying at home during the Chinese New Year.
Uncle Lin seems to have returned to his hometown during the Chinese New Year.
I came back two days ago and still have no clue.
Oh, what do you think this is?"
I smiled bitterly, not knowing what to say.
This feeling really didn't feel good, so I said to him: "Forget it, there must be a road before the road.
Come and have a drink."
Our glasses collided and we died together.
After a while, Uncle Yuan came up with the last dish.
Lao Yi and I felt that it was too boring for just the two of us to drink, so we invited Uncle Yuan to have a drink with us.
Uncle Yuan didn’t treat us as outsiders, so he laughed.
Hehehe did it.
We kept talking, drinking a lot of wine, my poor mouth, Lao Yi's stuttering after drinking too much, and Uncle Yuan's wisdom.
The three of us chatted quite interestingly.
Aunt Yuan, who was watching TV next to us, smiled and sighed. , maybe because my wife is so old and still likes to join in the fun with us juniors.
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In fact, chatting with Uncle Yuan was quite informative.
There was nothing he didn’t know about the old man.
He told us a lot of anecdotes.
I thought this old man seemed a little strange.
It seemed to be an illusion.
The more he drank, the more he drank.
The more he did, the brighter his smiling eyes became.
I don’t know why.
Finally, we all drank almost.
Lao Yi, this loser, ran to the toilet and vomited after drinking eight bottles.
I thought to myself that Lao Yi was really a waste of food.
I was okay.
It was just right.
I should drink more. .
But Uncle Yuan still looked like that.
I couldn't tell whether he was rich or not.
I couldn't help but admire that this old man really had a lot of money.
It was so deep that he even drank eight bottles of beer without even going to the toilet.
I didn't know that he had enough money.
Where did all that beer go?
And he looked at me with his sparkling eyes and smiled, which made me stunned for a while.
His eyes were too sharp.
I felt like peeing and went to the toilet in a hurry.
When I got there, I found that Lao Yi's head was about to be inserted into the toilet.
I hurriedly helped him up.
Why is this guy so unsatisfactory today?
Lao Yi stood against the wall, and I started to drink water.
When I was lifting my pants, I suddenly thought, can't my black nails be used to cure minor illnesses?
There were no restrictions, so I could do whatever I wanted, so I helped Lao Yi to his seat first, then took the cup and asked Aunt Yuan for a cold drink.
Uncle Yuan had already started to clear the table, and I saw him walking towards the kitchen with plates and other things.
Seeing this opportunity, I stirred my fingernails in the glass of water, and then handed it to the drunk Lao Yi.
Lao Yi drank too much and asked me: "What is this?"
I thought to myself, if I told you this was my nail polish remover, you would definitely not drink it, so I said to him, "This is the martini from 1982, come and do it."
As soon as Lao Yi heard what I said, he picked up the cup and drank it in one gulp, and then yelled at me: "What the hell, why is it so bland?"
After I saw him drink it, I ignored him, took out a cigarette, lit it and smoked it slowly, waiting to see if this thing worked.
After Uncle Yuan finished cleaning up, he brought a pot of tea and came over to chat with me.
He asked me: "Is Xiao Yi okay?
It seems he drank a lot."
I shook my head and said to him: "I don't know, it's probably okay.
This old boy may be just pretending.
It's okay.
Uncle Yuan, don't worry."
It's amazing to say that just after fifteen minutes, Lao Yi suddenly opened his eyes and said to me: "What's going on?
I remember I went to the toilet and vomited.
Why are I here?"
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I looked at Lao Yi's current state.
Don't tell me, he really doesn't smell of alcohol at all now.
I looked at my little fingernail, and I didn't expect it to be quite practical, haha.
It seems that I don’t have to worry about anyone when I drink from now on.
It can cure colds and stop bleeding, and a new effect has been discovered.
I am in a good mood.
Uncle Yuan is still around.
I can't explain it to Lao Yi now, so I said to Lao Yi: "You still said, I just vomited all over the floor, are you feeling better now?"
The stupid old Yi nodded and said to me: "Nothing's wrong, I'm just still a little hungry."
In the end, it was troublesome again.
Uncle Yuan made Lao Yi a bowl of noodles.
After Lao Yi wolfed down the noodles, I settled the account and walked out of the store with him.
At night in Harbin in early spring, the temperature was still very low, and it was just after the New Year.
It was a bit difficult to take a taxi at this time, so Lao Yi and I walked a little further.
At this time, my phone rang.
I took the When I got up, I saw that it belonged to Uncle Wen.
I pressed the call button and said, "Hey, Uncle Wen, what's going on?"
Uncle Wen on the other side of the phone said to me: "Xiao Fei, I just got a job.
Just go to work tomorrow afternoon, and then don't go home and sleep tomorrow night."
I felt a little strange, so I asked him: "What kind of job is it, Uncle Wen?
I have to work night shift at night."
Uncle Wen on the other side of the phone seemed to be happy.
He said, "What kind of work?
It's just free work.
Just now a regular customer called me and said that his daughter died and asked me to help him with the arrangements tomorrow.
When I arrive, I’ll give you some overtime pay when the time comes, that’s it.”
The so-called white work, of course, refers to the funeral in Hongxi Baimulberry.
Usually when someone dies, a few knowledgeable gentlemen will be asked to take care of it, because this is exactly what Mr.
Yinyan does.
The main thing is to prepare things before the funeral.
After all, this is the last journey in a person's life, so no one wants to take it casually.
And what Uncle Wen is talking about now does not seem to be a funeral, because he heard that it is someone else's.
My daughter is dead.
I don’t know how old she is or how she died.
You must know that these things are said.
It seems that Uncle Wen wants me to cooperate with him in going to that house tomorrow night to count the three.
The so-called "zhi-san" is Mr.
Yin and Yang's term.
Explained in Mandarin, it means calculating the time and cause of death of the deceased person.
Come up with a suitable funeral method.
Uncle Wen just asked me not to go home tomorrow night, and maybe he will ask me to stay at the house for one night.
It's his uncle's bad luck.
But since I have been in this business for a long time, I have already expected these things, so I said to Uncle Wen, "Okay, Uncle Wen, I will go back and prepare."
After saying that, I hung up the phone.
I thought in my mind that this old bastard just wanted to charge that company more money, so he just asked me to do it for a show, and he would criticize me.
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This old charlatan will spare no money even if he dies, and he is not afraid of retribution.
But then I thought about it, this kind of thing is actually Zhou Yu's fight against Huang Gai, one is willing to attack and the other is willing to suffer.
They just want to find some inner comfort for themselves, just like asking monks to recite sutras now.
Few people can understand what those monks are reciting, and they also know in their hearts that those monks are meat and wine monks, eating, drinking, whoring, gambling and gambling.
It’s all over, I can recite the fart sutra just to find relief from the stress in my heart, spend some money, and feel at ease.
After seeing me hang up the phone, Lao Yi asked me: "Has something happened?
It seems like you are not thinking about your expression."
I smiled bitterly and said to Lao Yi: "Of course it's not intentional.
Uncle Wen, that old bastard, took a free job and asked me to cooperate with him all night tomorrow."
Lao Yi smiled and said to me: "Oh, brother, you are paying for it.
I have done this job before, and it is a good job."
I looked at Lao Yi, wondering if he had been fooled by my nail-washing water.
Why was he talking nonsense?
How could this dead job be any better?
So I asked him: "Where is the best place?
Tell me."
Lao Yi saw that it seemed like it was my first time to do this kind of work, so he said to me: "You see, you are a foreigner.
You must know that our current status is not that of little brats.
We are Mr.
Disciple, you are very respected in the house of white people.
There is no shortage of cigarettes and wine as soon as you enter the house, and there is also a red envelope afterward.
It is like an uncle, and you treat it as a vacation.
Don't you think this is not good?"
Hearing what Lao Yi said, I really understood a little bit.
It turns out that this is what happened.
When I think about it, it is indeed the truth, so I regained some balance.
At this time, the car came, Lao Yi waved to me and left first, while I continued to walk forward, thinking about what would happen tomorrow night, not knowing what would happen.
Is it really like what Lao Yi said, to pretend to be an uncle?
But at that time, I didn’t understand, was this deadly job really so easy to do?
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