Here Lies The Wicked

What?

Counting the money till your hand bleeds?

??

Shouldn't it be a cramped hand counting money?

In the past two days, among the merchants in the night market, a creepy and strange thing quietly spread.

Some of them got blood on their hands while counting the money. But there were no wounds on his hands, and the money was clean.

There were already two merchants involved.

Some old people said it was money stained with the blood of the dead. It was money with grievances, which meant blood with grievances.

It must be someone who died, but still didn't stop.

Fang Zheng's first reaction was, another supernatural event?

This was the third supernatural event that happened in five days, and the frequency of this event made Fang Zheng feel a little chilly after thinking about it.

Ordinary people like old wang and the others, who accidentally bumped into these people, had no way of resisting other than fear, fear, and passive bearing.

There was nowhere to hide.

"Fang Zheng, do you really believe that... Thing exists in this world?" Old wang picked up the beer and took a sip, feeling a little annoyed.

Old wang had a taboo in his heart and did not say it outright... Ghost.

At night, people were listening to ghosts, and so were ghosts.

"As you can see, because of the blood and money issue, the merchants in this circle are in a panic. Even I am beginning to be suspicious, afraid that I will get involved with that kind of... Thing. I really hope that the money is just a stain or paint that I accidentally got on it, and that it can be washed off with a wash. Whether it's real or not, it's best not to let me get that kind of thing for the rest of my life. Thinking about it makes me look shabby."

Lao wang looked at the man who was still struggling to wash the money.

The look in his eyes was very taboo.

"..." Fang Zheng was speechless. Strong detergent and brushes? Are you sure this isn't washing clothes

Fang Zheng asked about the details of the blood money.

Unfortunately, old wang, including other merchants, had no clue.

After all, not every piece of money has a name written on it. Who does it belong to, where does it live, and what's the phone number?

"Forget it. Let's not talk about my troubles. I still have three college students to provide for me. After graduation, I have to save up for them to buy a house and get married. I will never leave this stall in my life. You said you wanted to talk to me about something. What is it?" Old wang looked at Fang Zheng.

Fang Zheng stated the purpose of the trip.

A merchant like old wang really had his own way. When he knew Fang Zheng's purpose, old wang tore a piece of white paper from the bookkeeping and took a ballpoint pen to write an address to Fang Zheng.

Let him go to jufa farmers'market and find a Butcher zhang named zhang qiwu.

According to old wang, Butcher zhang had been slaughtering and selling pigs for generations. When the reform and liberation came, Butcher zhang's grandfather had already slaughtered live animals for the commune.

Fang Zheng had a few more drinks with old wang to reminisce. It was almost 2: 40 in the morning when he left the boiling food stall.

At this time, all the merchants in the night market had closed their stalls, and the streets had turned back to the emptiness of the night, bleak and cold. Only the street lamps were as quiet as dusk, and the silence had crept into the night with the wind.

Fang Zheng learned that the jufa farmers'market had opened at 1: 2 am. He rushed over now, about 3: 30 am. 3 am was already a very late time for the restaurants, restaurants, and vegetable traders who came to the farmers'market early.

Because of the good fruits and vegetables, only the leftover "Second-class goods" were picked by restaurants and restaurants.

When Fang Zheng found Butcher zhang's stall, Butcher zhang had already set up a stall, because the more famous the breakfast shop was, the more fresh pork was used to make meat buns every day.

When he first saw Butcher zhang, he didn't look like a butcher at all.

Butcher zhang was not as fat as people thought. He weighed 200 and had arms as thick as buckets. In fact, Butcher zhang was only about 170 years tall, saying that he looked like a well-proportioned fitness coach, with a clean body, much more like a butcher.

Butcher zhang was about thirty years old.

He has yet to be married.

At this time, in front of Butcher zhang's stall, there were a few people from small restaurants and breakfast buns shops who were purchasing fresh slaughtered pork.

Fang Zheng waited quietly and politely until these people had finished their shopping before he was ready to step forward.

"Big brother... Can I... Buy it first? Mom is sick. Grandma xu said that eating meat can help her recover quickly."

"Chen Chen wants her to get better soon. Chen Chen doesn't want to see her sad. Please, big brother."

Just then, a cute little girl with a pink face, nervous and timid, lowered her head, as if she felt that she had done something wrong and dared not look up at Fang Zheng.

Fang Zheng looked at the little girl in front of him, frowning slowly and not saying anything.

The little girl's head was lowered even lower, and she timidly took a step back. She lowered her head like a child who had done something wrong and kept bowing and apologizing, "I'm sorry, big brother, big brother, you... Buy first. Mother said that a good child can't cut in line, and can't make trouble for others."

The little girl was so timid that she could only look down at her feet and not at Fang Zheng.

Fang Zheng's nose was sore, and he sighed. He raised his hand and rubbed his sore nose hard. He found a butcher and beat the tenderest tenderloin. He held a bag of pork in his hand, then squatted down and gently rubbed the little girl's head, "Chen Chen is such a good girl. She is so sensible at such a young age. She knows how to take care of her mother. She is a good, sensible child."

"A good boy should reward little red flower. These pork should be given to chen chen as a big brother's reward."

Fang Zheng handed out the bag in his hand.

The little girl's innocent, clean, beautiful big eyes looked at Fang Zheng with joy, and then she took out a neatly folded ten yuan note from her body. The little adult looked serious and said, "Thank you big brother! Big brother, Chen Chen gave you money."

Fang Zheng smiled softly and touched the little girl's head lovingly, "Big brother gave it to Chen Chen for free. I hope Chen Chen's mother gets better as soon as possible."

The little girl shook her head and said, "Big brother, mother said that chenchen is a good child. A good child should be kind and listen to her mother. You can't steal. Chen Chen has money."

The little girl tried to hold the ten dollar bill in her hand.

"Okay, okay, Chen Chen spent money on big brother's pork. Chen Chen is so cute. Remember, always be kind and listen to your mother." Fang Zheng smiled.

Seeing that fang was taking the money from her hand, the little girl happily took the bag from Fang Zheng.

"Do you need big brother to send chenchen home?" Fang Zheng said.

"Thank you, big brother. Chen Chen lives nearby. He won't bother big brother."

The little girl's eyes were pure, clean, and her smile was sweet and kind. She bowed to Fang Zheng and said goodbye to her big brother. She held the bag in her arms with both hands, as if holding the most precious thing in the world. She happily hopped away and gradually disappeared into the misty night outside the farmer's market.

Fang Zheng looked down at his palm.

His right hand, which was holding ten yuan, was stained with blood, scarlet, and so cold under the blazing cold light.

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