"Damn!" I hurriedly unscrewed the bottle of mineral water and extinguished the fire.

"Brother...... No, comrade policeman, you've got something dirty! The middle-aged man's face turned pale and his voice trembled.

"Don't play tricks! Say! What do you do? I simply turned out the fire and turned my head back to him.

I've been a yin guy for so long, I can't tell the difference between real money and burning paper?

And it's freshly burned paper...... Is this taking me for a fool?

I already decided in my heart that it was this sloppy middle-aged man who was playing tricks in order to confuse the public. He couldn't tell what was in his purse.

The middle-aged man swallowed dryly and stammered:

"I ...... I'm a showman, comrade policeman...... I...... I am a good citizen. ”

"Running the rivers and lakes?" I frowned, "What the hell are you doing?" ”

The middle-aged man said, "I'm just setting up a stall...... Juggler. ”

I was stunned, and then I realized what kind of profession he was talking about. At the same time, he also believes that he is the ghost who turned real money into paper burning.

Although most of these artists are down, they still have a certain amount of kung fu in their hands, otherwise they won't be able to eat this bowl of rice.

The only people who can do their hands and feet under people's noses without being discovered are those who are so fast-handed.

I glanced at the leather bag in his arms, "What's in it?" ”

The middle-aged man put the leather bag in his arms and said, "This is my mother's ashes." ”

I was stunned again, but I still said in a deep voice, "Open it and take a look." ”

The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment, opened the zipper of the leather bag, and there was indeed an ash jar inside.

Through the light in the car, I saw a black and white photo on the front of the columbarium, which showed an old lady with a kind face and a slight smile.

When I saw this photo, my mind buzzed, and my whole body froze.

'Botou' has been talking to an 'old lady' all the way, isn't she a prank? But did you really see a ghost?

There's no reason, if the old lady's ghost really got into the car, how could I not see it?

The middle-aged man looked at my face and shuddered as he took out a wad of things from his bag.

I took it and looked at it, and there were the old lady's medical records, the death certificate issued by the hospital, and the cremation certificate from the crematorium.

Seeing the middle-aged man's sad expression, I couldn't help but apologize, looked at the dates on the death certificate and cremation certificate, and returned the things to him, "I'm sorry." ”

"It's okay." The middle-aged man put his things away and closed the zipper of his bag.

I cleaned up the soaked paper ash and drove the car onto the main road.

But I still have some doubts in my heart. If money turns into burning paper, it is a middle-aged man's ghost, what is his purpose? If he is really doing something wrong, why should he make trouble?

If the bob is really a ghost, how can I not see it?

Seeing that there was still some way to go, I chatted with the middle-aged man with questions.

The middle-aged man said that his name was Fang Qiqi, because he broke his waist when he was a child, leaving a dark disease, and could not carry out heavy physical labor, so he usually relied on the craftsmanship handed down by the older generation, set up stalls in the downtown area, and performed some tricks such as the return of the three immortals to the cave, so as to make a living.

This time, he brought his seriously ill wife to the city to see a doctor, but he spent all his savings, and the old man finally left.

I asked him why he came home so late.

He sighed and said that after paying the cremation fee in the morning, he didn't even have money for food. He originally wanted to just take his mother's ashes all the way back to Pinggu, but there was no food in his stomach, he didn't have the strength, and his waist bones couldn't hold it.

Therefore, he could only take the ashes and find a place to set up a stall in the city for an afternoon, and he didn't make a lot of money. In the evening, however, two drunken young men watched his performance for a while, and finally gave him a reward of 200 yuan.

Fang Qiqi didn't say much about himself, but after talking about it roughly, he asked me, "Brother, were you really joking just now?" Who do you talk to? ”

"The twenty dollars, didn't you lose it?" As soon as the words came out, I regretted it.

Sure enough, Fang Qiqi immediately blushed and said excitedly:

"Although my surname Fang is poor, he is not indiscriminate. I have no culture, no ability, I can only rely on the craftsmanship passed down by the older generation to make a living, I don't steal or rob, and I won't abuse the craftsmanship of the older generation for the fucking twenty yuan! In that case, I might as well break my leg and go from house to house asking for food, which would make more money than I would have set up a stall! ”

I hurriedly said, "I'm sorry, big brother, I said the wrong thing." ”

This inspiration is a man with great affection, and after he calmed down, he still persuaded me that there are many things in this world that people can't believe in. If I hadn't deliberately joked with him just now, it would have been a real hit, so I have to be careful these days.

By this point, I really couldn't figure out what to say.

When I arrived in Pinggu, I sent Fang Qi directly to his village.

Naturally, he won't ask for the car money, he insisted on giving it, I smiled and said, you also know that I don't really drive a taxi, I'm on a mission. That's when he stopped.

Some people may say, he is so poor that he is so poor, why don't I give him some money.

I can only say that people who think this way don't understand what rivers and lakes are at all, let alone what a real craftsman is......

I went home and slept for a few hours, got up in the early morning, and ran back and forth a few more times. Until dawn, nothing happened.

said hello to Zhao Qi and drove a taxi back to Chenghe Street.

I wanted to clean the car briefly, but I accidentally saw a corner of red cloth peeking out of the gap in the passenger seat.

My scalp tensed suddenly, and I pulled out the corner of the red cloth, and it was a red handkerchief!

I took the handkerchief in my hand and rubbed it together, recalling the experience of last night.

Soon, the heart of the mention was relaxed, but a thought suddenly came to my mind like a lightning bolt.

"What are you doing?" Dou Dabao's voice came from behind him.

When I turned around, I saw him holding a cigarette in one hand and a plastic bag of steamed soy milk in the other, looking at me like a little old man who had just returned from a visit to the morning market.

"Get in the car!" I said something in a hurry, grabbed the plastic bag, took out a bun and bit it in my mouth, got into the cab and lit a fire.

"Why are you in such a hurry?" Dou Dabao followed up and asked.

I shook the red handkerchief in front of his eyes, put it in my pocket, and said as I pointed the way: "Go to Sangutun and return this thing to someone." ”

Sangutun is the village where Fang Qi got off last night.

When I arrived at the entrance of the village, I got out of the car, and I was looking for someone to ask Fang Qiqi which one he lived. But I happened to see a man carrying a black bag and walking out of the village. It's actually Fang Qiqi.