Ling Tian couldn't figure out this scene: "What's wrong with you?" ”

"It's okay, it's okay."

Peng Bing vigorously wiped away the tears that were about to fall: "Thank you for your patronage." ”

Ling Tian could hear that this thank you was very sincere, but it just made him feel strange.

"Just buy a bottle of water, don't be so exaggerated."

"This is the first business of the week."

Although Peng Bing tried his best to calm his tone, he still showed a little loneliness.

When the words were provoked, Ling Tian naturally would not let go of this opportunity, pretending to be curious: "How come, it's Wednesday today, I see that there are quite a lot of people here." ”

Peng Bing shook his head: "You're not from here, people here won't buy it from me, maybe this is a punishment for me." ”

"Punishment, did you sell fakes before?"

Peng Bing shook his head again, looking at the street outside, looking a little confused: "Everything here will be real, but I really hope everything is fake." ”

Then, let Ling Tian ask, Peng Bing didn't even speak. There was a stalemate for a while, Ling Tian thought about it, and planned to explain his intentions straight to the point. Just as he was about to speak, a child's cry came from outside the store, which immediately attracted the attention of Ling Tian and Peng Bing.

It was a 7 or 8-year-old child, dirty, with clear footprints, and he was crying as he walked over.

Peng Bing hurriedly ran out, picked up the child and whispered comfort, but did not ask who beat his child like a normal person. It's as if this has happened many times.

The child was carried into the store, and gradually stopped crying under Peng Bing's comfort, and raised the little face of Pear Blossom with rain: "Mom, when can we move?" ”

Peng Bing wiped away his tears with his head sideways: "Xiaoyu is good, when my mother saves enough money, we will move." ”

Xiao Yu nodded, didn't cry like other children, obediently walked to a corner of the store, and began to take out his homework book.

At this time, Ling Tiancai found an opportunity to speak: "Why don't you ask for an explanation if someone hits the child?" Even if the children are not sensible, they should tell each other adults. ”

Peng Bing shook his head vigorously, held back his tears, raised his head and showed that ugly smile: "Do you want to buy anything?" ”

Looking at Peng Bing, until she avoided it unnaturally, Ling Tian spoke: "Because you have killed people, all these people are unwilling to forgive you, do you always bully you?" ”

Peng Bing's body trembled, looked at Ling Tian, returned to the cashier in his surprised gaze, took out two yuan, and was about to hand it over, hesitated for a moment, and then took out 100 yuan.

"The money will be paid back to you?"

This operation directly made Ling Tian dumbfounded: "Why? ”

"You already know, how can you buy it? I'm used to it, if you don't like the money, just return the change to me. ”

Peng Bing's voice was very low, without a trace of ups and downs, as if he was telling a fact that everyone knew.

Ling Tian felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, although this woman's mistake needed to be atoned for with a lifetime, but seeing her and the child's appearance, he still had a little compassion.

Peng Bing's hand was raised, motionless, as if waiting for Ling Tian's verdict.

Sighing, Ling Tian shook his head and didn't take the money: "Do you believe that there are ghosts in this world?" ”

This was the first time he took the initiative to bring up this topic with the parties involved in the incident, and he thought that Peng Bing would have a special reaction, but who knew that Peng Bing had a relieved expression.

"If only there were."

Ling Tian could hear that Peng Bing's words were from the bottom of his heart, but this made him even more confused, it was obvious that Peng Bing had not seen these ghosts.

The ghost didn't come to take revenge, and there was no figure in the place of death, so there was really no trace of obsession and resentment, and he went down to the underworld.

He finally understood why Wang Quan kept rubbing his temples, and now he felt like his head was about to explode.

Bidding farewell to Peng Bing, Ling Tian walked aimlessly, without a clue about everything, which made him feel a trace of decadence in his heart. I simply found a small restaurant and drank it slowly.

The previous Xiaoyao has long disappeared, whether it is Lulu, Hu Qiang or Peng Bing, everything seems to never be answered. It made him feel exhausted.

Before he knew it, Ling Tian had drunk too much, and when he was woken up by the boss, it was almost dinner time.

Shaking his aching head, he walked out of the small restaurant step by step, he really wanted to contact He Yao, and wanted to get He Yao's comfort and encouragement.

With the alcohol that had not yet dissipated, he picked up the phone, and Ling Tiancai helplessly found that He Yao's number had been deleted.

"Hastily." Yang Tian shouted three times, and under the strange gazes of the people around him, he gradually calmed down.

Whether it was Hu Qiang's death or the car accident that year, it all happened on the Pingyang Expressway, and now he has made a decision to go to the Pingyang Expressway and measure the weirdness of this high-speed with his own feet.

People are not smart, they can only rely on hard work, and it is better to be stupid than not to be able to do it.

It's just that before leaving, Ling Tian still planned to do one more thing.

Touching the little money on his body, he returned to Peng Bing's convenience store again.

In order to save electricity, the lights in the store were turned off, and Peng Bing still sat in the cash register in a daze, like a sculpture forgotten by the prosperity of the city.

Seeing someone entering, Peng Bing hurriedly stood up, and when he saw that it was Ling Tian, he couldn't help but be stunned.

"Give me three packs of cigarettes." Ling Tian greeted with a smile and pointed to the most expensive cigarette.

"Huh? Oh. ”

Peng Bing took out a cigarette, but didn't hand it to Ling Tian: "You don't have to buy so many at once." ”

"It's okay, I'm used to buying a few packs at a time."

Peng Bing probably thought of something, and hesitated for a long time before handing the cigarette to Ling Tian: "Thank you." ”

"It's okay, goodbye."

Ling Tian casually put the cigarette in his pocket and waved his hand away.

As soon as he walked out of the convenience store, he felt that something was wrong, and in the flower stand not far from the store, a figure was squatting inside, peeking out of the gap in the grass and trees, observing him.

Through the afterglow of the street lamp through the grass and trees, Ling Tian could clearly see that the man's tattered clothes were stained with blood.

Pulling out a cigarette and lighting it, Ling Tian pretended to be casual and walked towards the flower platform. The figure moved slightly, and then squatted lower, but its eyes were still staring at Ling Tian.

Taking a deep breath and exhaling a thick smoke, Ling Tian seemed to be talking to himself: "It's really boring that so many people died in a car accident, and no one came to take revenge on her." ”

The people in the flower platform trembled, and their eyes looked at him with a hint of hatred. This trace of hatred made Ling Tian feel inexplicable, could it be Peng Bing's deceased relative.

Before Ling Tian could finish thinking about it, several pairs of eyes appeared in the flower platform, looking at him one by one, with the same hatred in their eyes.

Ling Tian was completely blindfolded, so many people, it couldn't be all Peng Bing's relatives, but why did they all look at him like this, as if they were ready to rush out and beat him at any time.