Chapter 212

Dry! I'm sure this guy is playing with me as a monkey.

What are all these questions? Can you smoke? The ghost smokes your uncle's cigarette.

I shook my head. "I don't know. I'm an antique dealer. You asked the wrong person."

"Boss, why are you so unkind. I know everything about you. There's nothing to hide. Just tell me if you can smoke. I don't ask for nothing. Is it without money? "

After that, the smoke devil took out a large handful of notes from his pocket, a large handful of five yuan ten yuan, which adds up to one or two hundred yuan at most.

I was amused by this guy: "I said I don't know. Can you stop harassing me? Or I'll have you thrown out. "

"I'll go if you tell me." The big smoker played with me and sat next to me.

I was dumb for a while, but at last I was helpless. I could only tell him: "if you want the ghost to smoke, you have to let the ghost die because of the cigarette rod. For example, during the Opium War, those Chinese who smoked opium died on a cigarette pole, turned into ghosts after death, and continued to look for opium everywhere. Are you satisfied? If you're satisfied, get out of here. "

He smiled and left his change on the table in a hurry.

To send a beggar, I scolded him, "take the money!"

But the big smoker is far away.

Looking at the money on the table, I can't cry or laugh for a while. This man is really interesting.

However, I never thought that a casual joke would cause endless trouble.

That's a month later. I totally forgot the smoke Ghost this time.

One day a month later, when I opened the door for business again, a figure suddenly flashed outside the antique shop. The figure shrank in the corner and didn't come in at all.

So I asked him, who are you? Do you have anything to do with me?

As soon as the other side spoke, I could tell it was the smoker: "I'm here to thank you today."

"Thank you?" I look at him inexplicably: "what do you thank me for?"

"Nothing, just to thank you. I'll ask my son to send you the money tomorrow."

With that, the smoker left. I don't know if it's my eyesight. I find that the other side's walking posture is a little strange. It seems that they are floating out. When they pass the threshold, they don't lift their feet.

I feel confused. What do you mean? Across the threshold?

I dare not to think about it any more. I hurried out to have a look.

But in the antique street, there are only dim yellow street lights, which slightly illuminate the road, and the cool wind is swishing. The smoke ghost even has no shadow.

It's strange. Does he walk so fast?

I subconsciously realized that something was wrong with this guy. When I came back to myself, I found that I had goose bumps. Had to shiver for a while, the gooseflesh on the body shakes off, hurriedly returned to the antique shop.

I felt uncomfortable all night. I knew that I was shocked by the big smoker, so I had to recite the Tao Te Ching in my heart.

At about three or four o'clock in the morning, I don't think there will be any business coming to me. I'm still in a panic. I just shut the door and go to sleep.

I don't know how long I slept. I was awakened by a knock on the door. It's hard to avoid a burst of anger in my heart. Generally, people who know my work and rest time won't knock on the door and disturb me in the daytime. Which one doesn't have long eyes?

At first, I decided to ignore it, but the knock on the door lasted a long time.

But I had to climb up from the bed and open the door.

There was a young man standing outside the door. At first sight, he was out of the mainstream. His cock head was dyed green and his clothes were worn out for several holes. He didn't know whether it was the latest style or what.

This guy seems to stay up late. Panda's eyes are obvious. His face is a little dirty. I don't know how long he hasn't washed his face.

"Who are you?" I asked not angrily.

"Are you the boss?" The non mainstream looked me up and down and asked.

"Yes." I said.

"Here's the money." He lazily grabbed a lot of change from his pocket, shoved it into my hand, and turned to leave.

I immediately got angry and grabbed him. "What are you doing? Who are you? You're sending a beggar."

"I warn you not to drag my clothes." He said angrily, "my father asked me to send you money. You can't put it in the garbage can and don't dally with me. I have to go to the Internet bar to play "League of heroes."

After that, he broke away from me and left angrily.

I suddenly think of the big smoke ghost. Last night, the big smoke ghost told me to ask his son to give me money today. If there is no accident, the guy in front of me should be the son of the big smoke ghost, right?

I wonder, what does he give me money for? It seems that he doesn't owe me money.

I can't laugh or cry, and I put that big pile of money in the book.I don't like to owe people. The reason why I owe money is unpredictable. In order to avoid any bad consequences, I can't ask for the money. If I can return it, it's better.

This period of time I live calm, the only adjustment, should be the smoke ghost father and son?

Li Mazi and Ruxue are often bored with each other in this period of time. Li Mazi is still being pestered all day long. Ruxue is still following Li Mazi seriously. She is a follower.

Sometimes it's really annoying. Pockmarked Li will come to me to complain and drink. Every time he drinks it, he is unconscious. And Ruxue takes care of Pockmarked Li. I realize that Ruxue seems to fall in love with Pockmarked Li

That day, Pockmarked Li was drinking in my home. Ruxue was on the side, pestering me to tell me about the things that sold Yin things these years. I was drinking with Pockmarked Li as I recalled. Recalling the delicate and the old witch doctor, Pockmarked Li was sad again, holding the bottle and crying, gulping wine.

Ruxue comforts Pockmarked Li on one side, saying that people can't come back to life if they die. If there's knowledge under the clear spring, they certainly don't want to see clouds like you.

When Pockmarked Li was sad, a man suddenly stumbled into the door. The man was yellow and skinny, his eyes were red and swollen, and he was wearing a cockscomb head. His face was haggard. A strong smell of smoke came from him, and he coughed like snow.

I immediately stood up and stared at him carefully.

This is the son of the big smoker, isn't it mainstream? He looks a lot thinner than before. He is as dry as firewood. What impresses me most is that when he came last time, he didn't smell of smoke. This time, he didn't know what happened. He smelled of disgusting smoke all over his body.

Generally speaking, it's hard for him to have this kind of smell without the habit of smoking for ten or twenty years. How could he have such a strong smell in a month?

"Why are you here again?" I asked impatiently.

"Boss, I want to ask you something." Non mainstream shivering looked at me, eyes and involuntarily fell on pockmarks and such as snow: "convenient to go inside to say?"

I saw that the young man really had something to do, so I nodded and took him into the room.

As soon as he entered the room, he said, "boss, I asked you, can ghosts smoke?"

I was stunned for a moment. I know this sentence very well. I seem to have heard it somewhere. My brain quickly turned, and soon remembered that before the smoke ghost came to me, it was the same sentence.

This father and son are really in battle.

So I asked, "yes, what's the matter?"

As soon as I finished, he squatted on the ground: "it's over, it's over, boss, do you know? I ran into a ghost. "

"Hit a ghost?" Such as snow to push open the bedroom door, originally she has been eavesdropping outside: "hit what ghost?"? Tell me about it. "

Non mainstream nervously looked at Ruxue: "who is this?"

I immediately waved: "it's OK, just say it."

He was still very cautious and refused to say. Finally, he forced Rushi into a hurry and lied that he was my assistant. He came to give advice for me.

This is like snow and Pockmarked Li. Before that, Pockmarked Li often claimed to be my assistant.

"It is." The non mainstream finally opened his mouth: "my father sneaks back every night to smoke, smoke very hard, I've been infected with the smell of smoke by him, I can't wash three times a day."

I was dumbfounded: "is not your father smoking? You should go to a rehab center for this kind of thing. "

"Don't make fun of me, boss. My father is dead. People in the drug rehabilitation center can control ghosts?" The non mainstream cried and laughed.

"What?" I was stunned for a while: "you say your father is dead? What time is it? "

"More than a month." He said.

No way! My first reaction was absolutely impossible. I saw a big smoker a few days ago. The big smoker came to thank me and even promised his son to send me money. How could he have died for more than a month?

Under my repeated questioning, the non mainstream still insisted that my father had been dead for more than a month, and I was immediately stupid. There was no need for the non mainstream to lie. So, the big smoker I saw a few days ago is a real one?

What a bad luck!

It's just that he's dead. He's coming to thank me and give me money. I know there must be a story in it, but I'm not prepared to take care of it. I still don't know about it.

So I said, "your father is dead. Burn more paper money for him!"! In addition, it's better to burn the gun together, lest he run back to smoke. "

Non mainstream but Gudong knelt down to me: "boss Zhang, you must help me, can't just sit back and ignore! My father comes back to smoke at midnight every day, isn't it because of you? You can't send me away in a word. "

I'm very angry. Why is it my responsibility again? Does this man want to depend on me? I said immediately, I have a relationship with Mao. If you spill it again, I will call the police.Non mainstream is still reluctant to leave, relying on my family refused to leave.

True his mother's "tiger father has no dog son". At the beginning, his dead father refused to leave my house, but now he became a son again.