"Ding Ding ......"

I don't know how long I've been asleep, Zhao Ke was woken up by the alarm bell, shook his head and crawled out of the coffin, looking up at the time.

It was already noon, but the room in the attic, the curtains of the windows on all sides, were opaque, and even though the sun was shining outside, it was still dark in the room.

The alarm clock is a special time set by yourself, and if you don't wake up after 12 o'clock every day, the alarm clock will force you to wake up.

Sitting up from the coffin, Zhao Ke stretched his waist, although in the town in the horror space, he also slept for a few days, but he was really not used to sleeping on a hard bed, in the end, he still preferred to sleep in the coffin.

Subconsciously turned around and swept the furnishings in the room, and after looking at the cabinets, doors and windows, and no signs of being moved, Zhao Ke crawled out of the coffin.

When he was about to go downstairs, Zhao Ke suddenly had a flash of inspiration in his mind, looked back at the coffin behind him, and said in his heart: "Just put the coffin in the mail book, so that you won't have to worry about sleeping in the future." ”

As soon as he thought of this, Zhao Ke's eyes lit up, he stretched out his palm and put it on the coffin, and said silently in his heart: "Transformation!" ”

"The object is too large, and your authority is insufficient."

The cold prompt sound made Zhao Ke's original good mood a little unhappy, but strictly speaking, this coffin was indeed bigger.

Now cremation is advocated, coffin shops are changed to urns, and some coffins are used for formal rental, but very few are actually sold.

My own mouth, or Recoto people looking for a relationship, in the countryside to ask the older generation of carpenters to make, the material is not good material, but it is a standard six or six coffins.

And it's also very comfortable to lie inside, and I'm not used to it at first, but after sleeping twice, I can't leave it.

Because the coffin was too big to be transformed, Zhao Ke could only give up his psychological calculation, walked downstairs, and looked at the sky outside.

The sky was already clear, the sun was shining, the sky was clear, and the air was unusually refreshing due to the heavy rain before.

The canteen is open in the suburbs, and it is said that at 4 o'clock in the morning every day, there will be an agreed vegetable farmer to deliver the food.

However, perhaps because of the heavy rain in the past few days, the vegetable chef who was originally scheduled to deliver the vegetables has not come for several days, and there are not many vegetables left.

Remember that the guest list booked tonight was four people, thinking of this, the corners of Zhao Ke's mouth rose slightly, waved his hand to call out his mail album, looked at the corpse parts stored in the mail album, half-narrowed his eyes, and already had an idea in his mind.

Turning around to pick up the key to the motorcycle, and was about to go to the farmers' market near the outskirts of the city to sell some vegetables, Zhao Ke suddenly saw the black rosewood box on the table, and the file bag sent by Rayco.

"Urn!"

Looking at this rosewood box, the more Zhao Ke looked at it, the more he looked like it, and thought about it, if he died in the terrifying space, would there be his ashes in this urn.

Yu Guang glanced at the file bag on the side, picked it up casually, and threw the file bag directly into the rosewood box.

Now I don't need these people's archives anymore.

In comparison, the stories in the horror space made Zhao Ke feel more exciting and novel.

Throwing the urn in the kitchen stove, he got on his motorbike and turned around and headed straight for the suburban farmers' market.

The Eastern Han Dynasty Farmers' Market is the largest local farmers' trading place, and Zhao Ke is only fifteen minutes away by bicycle, and Zhao Ke arrived there at noon.

Those fresh ingredients are basically gone, and the rest are picked by vegetable vendors, or they are not in good stock.

Zhao Ke was not in a hurry, because he knew that behind this farmers' market, there was a small market, and that was the real purpose of his visit.

"Look at it, the freshly picked bamboo shoots are fresh."

"Native eggs, native eggs, 6 yuan a pound, fresh native eggs."

Zhao Ke walked into the small market, and was greeted by the noise of selling, even if it was noon, it was still as lively as ever.

Many of the people who buy and sell here are not vendors, many of them are villagers from the surrounding villages, who bring their home-grown or fresh vegetables picked in the mountains to be sold here.

There is no fee for the stall here, it is a legal operation, and it is also a local support project, plus the official intention to promote and support, it is also a very hot market.

"Young man, this is a freshly picked mountain goods, take a look! It tastes good when I go back and make soup. ”

Zhao Ke walked up to an old man and saw the shiitake mushrooms picked in two bamboo baskets, which would immediately pop up after being washed by heavy rain in the past few days.

This kind of mushroom must be picked as soon as possible, after a long time, it will have no taste, Zhao Ke looked at the mud on the old man's shoes, there is a hole in his pants, and if you look closely, you can faintly see that there is a little blood stain inside.

Obviously, in order to pick these shiitake mushrooms, the old man suffered a lot.

It's a pity that the things are good things, but no one cares about them in the morning, because the wild mushrooms in the mountains don't sell well, and the average people don't know the goods, so the old man didn't sell them all morning.

"It's all there!"

Without asking the price, Zhao Ke took out four hundred yuan from his wallet and handed it over, the old man was stunned, and hurriedly shook his hand and said, "It's more, it's more!" ”

"It's not much, it's all good things, it's worth the price, uncle, this is my address, if there is still one in the future, I will send it directly here, I want it all."

"This ...... Good, good, good. ”

The old man took the money, his face was full of joy, but his eyes were a little more foggy, although four hundred yuan was not much, but it was enough to buy medicine for his wife.

Lifting the shiitake mushrooms, Zhao Ke continued to walk inside, and sold a lot of things one after another, chicken, duck and fish.

Zhao Ke also ignored the strange eyes of others, carrying a large bag and a small bag, and walked into the bathroom with a left chicken and a duck, and then after a while, I saw that when Zhao Ke came out again, his hands were empty, so that the old man who was watching the toilet on the side stared.

Scratching his head, he walked into the toilet and rummaged through, and even rummaged through the paper basket, not to mention a chicken, not even the chicken feathers, and only after a while did he come out with a confused face, and said to himself: "Strange, am I dazzled?" ”

"Boss, a bowl of wonton noodles."

After strolling around all morning, Zhao Ke walked into a wonton noodle restaurant on the left side of the market.

This Longji wonton noodles, although the façade is not big, is already a well-known authentic snack nearby, and the five or six tables in front of you are not only full of people, but there is also a long queue behind it.

There are a lot of cars parked outside the door, and there are also high-end cars inside, all of which are rushing here to taste something new.

Zhao Ke ordered a bowl of wonton noodles and stood there waiting, when the TV hanging on the storefront and a local news broadcast out.

"Today in this city, a renovation worker, had an accident in the early hours of last night, according to the investigation, the deceased was in the decoration of the window glass, accidentally fell from the 24th floor, this station reminds everyone to keep in mind the safety ...... for high-altitude business"

Zhao Ke didn't care about it at first, after all, this kind of accident will be staged every day, but now that the information is developed, it will be frequently exposed.

However, just after Zhao Ke raised his head and looked at the news, the whole person suddenly froze, and saw that the decorator on the screen who had lost his footing was none other than the Li Hongbing that Zhao Ke met in the terrifying space before.

In the horror space, after being stunned by the second old lady Xiong, he made a pot of meat porridge, but in reality, he died in an accident.

Li Hongbing ...... And what about the rest?

I remember that Scarface once said that one cent of postage can be exchanged for a gold bar, and it is guaranteed that in reality, there is a legitimate source, and there is no trouble at all.

Suddenly, a very bold speculation appeared in Zhao Ke's mind, whether there would be a force in the dark, constantly creating accidents and covering up the truth.

And behind these accidents, maybe just like Li Hongbing, he was killed in the terrifying space, but in reality, he died in an accident, silently, and no one can notice anything unusual.

As soon as this idea came out, Zhao Ke only felt a chill behind him, and a cool air climbed up his backbone, making Zhao Ke's goosebumps stand up all over his body.

And at this moment, Zhao Ke suddenly felt the flesh on his shoulders tighten, turned his head slightly, and saw a hand on his shoulder that he didn't know when.