Otherworldly Merchant

Lately, I have been free. In addition to hanging out with Li Mazi occasionally, I just stay in the store and sleep in the newspaper. Life is boring but also comfortable.

I took a newspaper and looked at it this day, and the reason I read it was mainly because there would be some strange things happening in this kind of newspaper that fit my appetite.

But with so much experience, it's hard to get any news to my attention now.

I just didn't expect to open another edition of the newspaper, and I grabbed the newspaper's hand and shook it, and I immediately became interested.

Just saw the big headline in the paper: "Genius dies strangely - accidental or deliberate murder?

It's not uncommon to say that death occurs almost every day in an age when the Internet is developed, but genius death, which occupies most of the newspaper's edition, is rare and makes people suspicious.

I immediately read the whole story carefully and couldn't help but shush.

This genius death took place in the city, and one of the dead and I was sort of a district, and it took me half an hour to drive, which got my attention even more.

It was reported that three people had died in a row over the course of the month, all of whom could be described as geniuses in their respective industries, the first being the financiers, whose company had directly doubled its market value in just one year, but was found dead in a newly purchased villa at the beginning of the month.

The deceased did not have any abnormalities, so he went to sleep. The public security bureau performed an autopsy and did not find any hidden cause of the death, which can only be attributed to overwork and sudden death...

The second victim, a major writer, received great praise for writing his first book, which had just won a grand prize in the previous two months, but died in a car accident just half a month ago. Unfortunately, the place where the accident happened was the dead end of the camera, there were no witnesses when the accident occurred, and there was no shadow of the driver who was responsible, the strangest thing was that the cameras on the other sections of the road showed that the writer's time of death should not have passed by.

And the third deceased is a college student who studied computer and designed a game that was acquired last week by a well-known gaming company, and the price of college students is slowly rising! And just a week ago, the university student died, strangled with a mouse line in front of everyone, and even if many people stopped him, he still didn't save him.

The newspaper rendered three incidents into conspiracy theories, which also aroused my interest, and I looked them up online.

The investigation found that there was no connection between the three incidents, and that none of the three deceased could relate at all, that is, none of the relatives in the five uniforms had come out, so the Internet preferred that the three deceased all commit suicide under excessive pressure.

There were, of course, different opinions, after all, that the other two deaths could not have been suicides. At one time, all sorts of conspiracy theories spread. More people said it was haunted. Others predicted that the next victim would appear soon...

“Death of genius? Brother Zhang, what are you doing here? ”

The sudden sound frightened me, and I turned around and saw Li Mazi standing next to me, holding the newspaper I had just put aside.

I didn't ask him why he didn't squeak when he walked in, but he was so innocent that he called me when he walked in, and I didn't hear him.

I shot him in the head, I think it's too impressive to watch the news, and now I'm laughing and asking him what he wants me to do. If I drink, I won't do it.

Li Mazi belongs to a person who feels uncomfortable without drinking all day, and who needs to take a sip without creating conditions. Although I don't drink alcohol, I also like to drink two sips, but I have been drinking too much lately. I was just drunk by Li Mazi the other day, so I can't drink anymore.

“Hey, do I look like the only one who knows how to drink?” Li Mazi snapped: “I have a good thing for you. ”

I can't believe I'm staring at him. What good can I do without knowing him?

Li Mazi mysteriously pulled an envelope out of his arms and handed it to me. I took it with suspicion. I opened it and saw only two concert tickets inside.

I'm speechless: "What good is that when I say Asako? ”

I don't understand these elegant things, I just went somewhere else to sleep.

Li Mazi, hey, smile, say it's just one of the good things, there's more.

I became more suspicious and asked him what he was really up to.

He scratched his head and was somewhat embarrassed to tell me that someone had asked him to help me. The concert ticket was also given by that person, and there were other advantages when I helped him.

“No, if this is business, can I not answer it?” I threw the ticket aside and knocked my finger on my thigh.

Li Mazi quickly explained that because it was a small matter, he didn't want to worry about it, but he was ashamed to refuse when he was approached. But he couldn't solve it. He had to ask for my help.

I knew that it must have been Li Mazi who wanted to take a small job in private, but he couldn't find me to wipe his ass.

“What is it?” I think it's okay to be idle anyway. Besides, it's not good to break Li Mazi's sign. After all, he often comes out to pick up the antique one-street business.

Li Mazi hastily said: “It's not a big deal, it's just that... a person has nightmares all the time, it's the same dream. ”

I nodded to think that it wasn't really a big deal, and it didn't necessarily have anything to do with the Yin Spirit, so I promised Li Mazi to check it out.

Li Mazi laughed immediately and pulled me out of the door. Seven turns and eight turns to a place.

“Yo, isn't that the famous C Big? What, are you looking for a student here?” As soon as I look at the name of the school, C has two famous points: first, it is a first-class institution of higher learning and second, it has many beautiful women.

After just standing up, I saw a bunch of long-legged beauties coming out of the school door. Li Mazi and I were all glowing green.

Li Mazi hey hey smile while admiring the beauty and telling me that he wasn't looking for a student, he was a professor at C University.

Professor?

I'm a little strange, I haven't dealt with these professors before, one by one is either fake or true. It's definitely not a good idea to get along with them anyway, and I'm not happy to deal with them.

But all came here, I had to show Li Mazi face, so I had to go check it out.

As soon as Li Mazi entered the school, he made a phone call. About ten minutes later, a male professor, about fifty years old, in a suit, hurried over, wearing golden silk-edged glasses and holding his head. Although the weather was not hot, his head was sweating a lot.

I actually know each other, not that I have any affair with him, but that I often see him in the newspaper, C's famous history professor! The papers published were very authoritative, and the students in his name were not bad, and they were also featured in many of Professor Zhou's papers.

“Are you Master Zhang Jiulin Zhang? I've heard a lot about you.” He bent down slightly towards me, reaching out his right hand.

I reached out my hand and grabbed him. I measured him while I could not move my voice. I only saw him in the dark, his breath was dull, his face was also a little waxy yellow. He looked like a seriously ill person without distinction. I couldn't help but be curious. If it's just a nightmare, at best, it's a mental illness, right?

When he saw me measure him, he laughed bitterly: "Master Zhang, am I hopeless? ”

“Find a place to talk and wait for the details.” I waved, and he did have a faint, but not obvious, gloom on him. The key is that this pubic feeling is not surprising to history professors, who often interact with various antiquities and inevitably encounter something.

Three people approached a teahouse near the school, and when the tea came up, Professor Zhou laughed bitterly and said that he had nightmares a lot lately, and was woken up every day, so he couldn't work safely.

“I heard what Asako said. What kind of dream did you have?” I frowned.

Professor Zhou looked around vigilantly and then lowered his voice: “I always dreamed that I couldn't die well...”