Here Lies The Wicked

What? What?

Count the money, hand bleeding?

Shouldn't it be counting money for hand cramps?

Fang is surprised.

Two days in the night market, a creepy weird thing quietly broke out.

Some people count money and their hands get blood somehow. But there are no wounds, and the money is clean.

Two merchants have already collided.

Old people say it's money stained with the blood of the dead, it's money, it means blood.

Someone must have died before they stopped, and one day the grievance did not come to light.

The first reaction is, another psychotic event?

This is the third psychotic event encountered in five days. This is a frequent probability that it will cool off some of the back of Fang's thinking.

Ordinary people like the old kings, after accidentally hitting these, have hardly any way to resist, except for fear, anxiety, fear and passive endurance.

There's nowhere to hide.

“Fang Zheng, do you believe that there really is such a thing in this world?” Old Wang picked up a sip of beer and was in a bit of a mood.

Old Wang's heart is taboo, not to be blunt... ghost.

Speaking ghosts at night, people listening, ghosts listening.

“As you can see, because of the blood money, people are panicking about this circle of merchants. Even if I start to wonder, I'm afraid that I'll actually get into that... thing. I wish the money was just a stain or paint that I accidentally caught. Wash it and wash it off. Whether it's true or not, it's best not to let me get that kind of stuff for the rest of my life. It's cold to think about it. ”

Old Wang's eyes look like he's still burying money launderers.

The eyes are taboo.

“…” Fang Zheng, strong anti-fouling laundry powder with board brush? Are you sure this isn't a wash?

He was asking for details about the blood money.

But unfortunately, the old king, including other merchants, had no clue.

After all, not every piece of money has a name on it, who does it belong to, where does it live, how many door tags it has, how many phone numbers it has.

“Never mind, let's not talk about my troubles. I still have two sons and daughters who are going to college. After college, I have to give them a deposit to buy a house and get married. I will never get out of this big platoon in my life. What did you say you wanted to see me about?” Old Wang looked at Fangzheng.

The purpose of this journey is stated.

Merchants like the old king do have their own way. When he knew Fang Zheng's purpose, the old king ripped a blank sheet of paper from the ledger and took the ballpoint pen and wrote an address to Fang Zheng.

Let him go to Junfa Farmers Market and find a butcher named Zhang Qiwu.

According to the old king, this butcher Zhang has been killing pigs and selling pork for generations. At the time of the reform and liberation, Zhang's grandfather was already slaughtering live animals for the commune.

Fang Zheng had a few drinks with the old Wang. It was almost 2: 30 in the morning when he left the boiling platoon.

At this time, all the shoppers in the night market had closed down, and the streets had returned to the late night sky and cold, with only street lights such as dusk and silence sneaking into the night.

Fang was aware that Jufa Farmers' Market had opened at 12: 00 am. He is now on his way. Around 3: 00 am, 3: 00 am is already very late for restaurants, liquor stores and vegetable dealers who get up early to enter the Farmers' Market.

Because of the good melon fruits and vegetables, only the "second-class goods” are left to be picked out by restaurants and taverns.

When Fang was looking for Zhang Butcher's stall, Zhang Butcher had set up a stall, because the breakfast restaurant that pursued the taste was filled with fresh pork every day.

When I first saw Zhang, he didn't look like a butcher at all.

The butcher Zhang is not as fat as people think. He weighs 200 and his arms are as thick as buckets. In fact, the butcher Zhang was only about 170 tall and said that he was like a muscular fitness coach, clean and more like a butcher.

The butcher Zhang was about thirty years old.

I hear she's still single.

At this time, in front of Zhang's stall, several small restaurants and early meat bakeries were purchasing fresh slaughtered pork.

Fang has been waiting quietly and politely until these people have purchased it, so he is ready to go forward.

“Brother... can I... buy first? Mom is sick, Grandma Xu said eating meat can make her body feel better and help her get better. ”

“I want my mother to get better in the morning. I don't want to see my mother sad in the morning. Please, brother. ”

At this moment, a little girl with a figure of powder stood in front of the pork stall, nervous and timidly lowered her head, as if she felt that she had done something wrong and did not dare look up at the square.

Fang looked at the little girl in front of him. She had some doubts in her eyes. Her expression seemed stunned.

The little girl's head was even lower and she shrugged away, lowering her head like she was doing something wrong. The child kept bowing and apologizing: “I'm sorry, I'm sorry, big brother, you... buy first. Mom said good kids can't get in line and can't cause trouble for others. ”

The little girl was frightened and only dared to look down at her feet and look straight at her.

Fang Zheng's nose was sour, sighed, raised his hand to rub the sour nose, found a butcher to beat the tenderest of the inner spine meat, carried a bag of pork in his hand, then knelt down, rubbed the little girl's head gently, his eyes gently said: “Morning is so good, so young already know how to take care of mother, is a good child who knows how to behave. ”

“A good boy should reward the little saffron, the pork, as the big brother rewarded the morning. ”

Hand out the bag.

Little girl innocent, clean bright big eyes, happy to look at Fang Zheng, then busily pulled a neat and neat ten yuan note from her body, the little adult looks serious: “Thank you brother!! Brother, I'll give you the money in the morning. ”

Fang Zheng loved to touch the little girl's head. "Big brother gave it to the morning for free. I hope the morning mother gets better soon. ”

The little girl shook her head: “Brother, my mother said that morning is a good child, good children need to be kind, listen to my mother, you can't steal things, there is money in the morning. ”

The little girl tried to raise the ten-dollar note in her hand.

“Ok, ok, pay for my brother's pork in the morning, the morning is so cute, remember, always be kind and listen to your mother.” Fang Zheng smiled.

Seeing Fang is taking the money in her hand, the little girl is happy to take the bag in Fang's hand.

“Need a lift home in the morning?” Straight ahead.

“Thank you big brother, I live nearby in the morning, don't bother big brother. ”

The little girl's eyes were innocent, clean, sweet smile, kind, bowed to thank Fang Zheng, then sweet said goodbye to Big Brother, saw her hands held the bag in her arms, like holding the most precious thing in the world, happily jumped away, gradually disappeared outside the farmer's market in the dark fog.

Square head down and look at your palms.

He had a ten-dollar right hand, and sometime he was covered in blood, orangutan red, and in the cold, white light, it was so cold.