What？

Count the money until the hand bleeds?

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Shouldn't it be counting money until you get cramps in your hands?

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

Some people count money, and their hands are inexplicably stained with blood. But there are obviously no wounds on the hands, and the money is clean.

There are already two merchants who have collided with evil.

Some old people said that this was money stained with the blood of the dead, and it was money with injustice, which means that it was unjustly blooded.

It must be that after someone died, it didn't stop, and there was a great grievance that was not revealed.

Fangzheng's first reaction was, another supernatural incident?

This is the third supernatural event encountered in five days, and this frequent probability makes Fang Zheng feel a little chill behind him after thinking about it.

Just like Lao Wang, ordinary people like them, after accidentally bumping into these, except for panic, fear, and passive bearing, there is no way to resist at all.

If you want to hide, you have nowhere to hide.

"Fangzheng, you, don't you believe that in this world, there really is that... Does something exist?" Lao Wang picked up the beer and took a sip, feeling a little irritable.

Lao Wang was taboo and didn't say it bluntly... Ghost.

When ghosts are talked about at night, people are listening, and ghosts are listening.

"You have also seen that because of the blood money, this circle of merchants is panicked, and even I am suspicious, and I am afraid that I will really get caught in that... Stuff. I really hope that the money is just accidentally stained stains or paints, and it can be washed off with a wash, whether it is really evil or not, it is best not to let me receive that kind of thing for the rest of my life, it makes people chill to think about. ”

Lao Wang's eyes looked at the guy who was still struggling to launder money.

The eyes are very taboo.

"......" Fang Zheng is speechless, strong decontamination detergent with a board brush? Are you sure this is not scrubbing clothes?

Fang Zheng asked for details about the blood money.

But unfortunately, Lao Wang, including other merchants, has no clue.

After all, it is not a name written on every money, who the money belongs to, where the family lives, and how much the phone number is.

"Forget it, don't talk about my troubles, I still have three college students and children to provide, and after graduating from college, I have to save money to buy a house for them and get married, and I can't leave this food stall in my life. You said you said that you came to me to say something, what is the matter?" Lao Wang looked at Fang Zheng.

Fang Zheng stated the purpose of the trip.

Merchants like Lao Wang do have their own way, when they know the purpose of Founder, Lao Wang tore off a blank piece of paper from the bookkeeping book, picked up a ballpoint pen and wrote an address to Fangzheng.

Let him go to the Jufa Farmers' Market and find a Zhang butcher named Zhang Qiwu.

According to Lao Wang, this Zhang butcher has been killing pigs and selling pork for generations, and when he was just reformed and liberated, Zhang Butcher's grandfather was already slaughtering live animals for the commune.

Fang Zheng had a few drinks with Lao Wang and caught up with the old days, and when he left the boiling food stall, it was almost 2:40 in the morning.

At this time, all the merchants in the night market have also closed their stalls, and the streets have become empty and cold again in the middle of the night, only the street lamps are as silent as dusk, and the silence sneaks into the night with the wind.

Fang Zheng learned that the Jufa Farmers' Market had already opened at one or two o'clock in the morning, and he rushed over now, almost half past three in the morning, which was very late for the restaurants, restaurants, and vegetable vendors who came to the farmers' market in the early days.

Because of good melons, fruits and vegetables, only the "second-class goods" that were picked up by restaurants and restaurants remained.

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

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

Butcher Zhang is not fat and strong, weighing 200 and his arms are as thick as buckets. In fact, Butcher Zhang is only about 170 tall, and he is said to be like a well-proportioned fitness trainer, with a clean body, more like a butcher.

Butcher Zhang is about 30 years old.

He has not yet started a family.

At this time, in front of Zhang's butcher's stall, there were several people from small restaurants and breakfast meat bun shops, buying freshly slaughtered pork.

Fang Zheng had been waiting quietly, politely waiting for these people to finish purchasing, and then he was ready to step forward.

"Big brother... Can I ... My mother was sick, and Grandma Xu said that eating meat and meat could replenish the body and make my mother's illness get better sooner. ”

"Chenchen wants her mother to get better soon, Chenchen doesn't want to see her mother sad, please, big brother. ”

At this moment, a cute little girl with a pink carving looked nervous and timidly lowered her head, as if she felt that she had done something wrong and did not dare to look up at Fangzheng.

Fang Zheng looked at the little girl in front of him, a pair of brows slowly furrowed, and did not speak.

The little girl's head lowered lower, she took a step back timidly, bowed her head like a child who did something wrong, and kept bowing and apologizing: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry big brother, big brother, you... Buy first. Mom said that good children can't cut in line and can't cause trouble to others. ”

The little girl was timid, only daring to look down at her feet, not at Fangzheng.

Fang Zheng's nose was sour, he sighed, raised his hand and rubbed his sour nose fiercely, found Zhang Butcher to beat the most tender tenderloin, carried a bag of pork in his hand, and then squatted down, gently rubbed the little girl's head, and said with a gentle gaze: "Chenchen is really well-behaved, he is already so sensible at such a young age, he knows how to take care of his mother, and he is a sensible and well-behaved good child." ”

"A good boy should reward the little safflower, and these pork should be rewarded to Chenchen as a big brother. ”

Fang Zheng handed over the bag in his hand.

The little girl's innocent, clean, and beautiful big eyes looked at Fang Zheng happily, and then hurriedly took out a neatly folded ten-yuan bill from her body, and said seriously with a little adult: "Thank you, big brother!!Big brother, Chenchen gives you money." ”

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

The little girl shook her head and said, "Big brother, my mother said that Chenchen is a good child, a good child must be kind, listen to his mother's words, can't steal things, Chenchen is rich." ”

The little girl struggled to hold up the ten-dollar bill in her hand.

"Okay, okay, Chenchen spends money on big brother's pork, Chenchen is so cute, remember, always be kind and obediently listen to your mother. Fang Zheng smiled.

Seeing that Fang Zheng took the money in his hand, the little girl happily took the bag in Fang Zheng's hand.

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

"Thank you, big brother, Chenchen lives nearby, don't trouble big brother. ”

The little girl's eyes were innocent, clean, with a sweet smile, kind, bowed to Fang Zheng and thanked her, and then said goodbye to the big brother, and saw her holding the bag in her arms with both hands, as if holding the most precious thing in the world, happily jumping all the way away, and gradually disappearing into the misty night outside the farmer's market.

Fang Zheng glanced down at his palm.

His right hand, which was holding ten yuan, was stained with blood at some point, scarlet and scarlet, and it was so piercing and cold under the blazing white and cold light.