The great Foxconn quality inspector Mr. Zhang Quandan is one of the people I admire the most, this human mentor once said solemnly: "When you are faced with a choice between the two, then flip a coin, whether it is right or wrong, as long as the result comes out, you can know your original intention." ”

At this moment, this great man seemed to be standing beside me, his eyes were loving, and he gently caressed my forehead with his broad palm, encouraging his confused child like an old father. Mr. Zhang Quandan's words echoed in my ears all the time, and I finally confirmed the cry in my heart: Pudding walked out of the bathroom in my pajamas, but I didn't turn around and leave, which showed that my heart was telling me: "Go, go tell her, tell her everything." ”

Pudding wiped her wet hair with a towel and asked me why I kept staring at her.

I said, "When you're done wiping your hair, I'll tell you something." ”

Pudding threw away the towel: "Then I won't wipe it, you say." ”

So I lit a cigarette, cleared my throat, and told her the story of the old man in the black coat, Lu Zhenghua, from beginning to end. From the first time Lao Lu appeared by the lake a month ago, to the fact that he invited me into his house yesterday to hide from the rain, and then talked about what happened to him and the old man in the ancient tomb of Lulong, including the yin and yang pot, the conjoined baby, the jade of the living dead, the little granddaughter, and so on.

Regarding Lao Lu, I have always had two doubts in my heart.

First: Is he a liar?

Second: I follow him, is it reliable?

Regarding the first point, I don't question it anymore. Lao Lu is definitely not a liar, this is not running. Because no scammer will pay a deposit of 350,000 in advance. Besides, what do I have to deceive him? So I told Pudding all these things so that she could help me analyze the second point.

In the small room, I sat on the bed with Pudding, my eyebrows fluttering, and she listened attentively. Just as I was talking about Lao Lu dying, Pudding suddenly jumped up and said to me: "You are stupid, the yin and yang pot can be solved!" ”

I was surprised: "You also know the yin and yang pot?" ”

Pudding said solemnly: "I don't know, but there is one person who does!" ”

I was surprised and asked, "Who?" ”

Pudding said: "There is a person in our group who specializes in writing supernatural novels named Han Benchu, have you forgotten?" In his book, there is a description of the yin and yang pot. I used to compliment him on how well he made up the plot, but do you know what he said to me? He said that this incident was not made up by him, but a real person and a real thing that he had personally experienced. ”

When I heard this, the hairs on my whole body stood up, and I hurriedly asked, "Then what does he say in the book?" Did you mention how to solve the yin and yang pot? ”

Pudding frowned and said, "When he wrote about the Yin Yang Pot, he broke ......"

Pudding tried to recall the bits and pieces of Han Benchu's person, and she continued: "Later, I looked for him a few times and asked him why he didn't write down. He kept crying on the other end of the phone, saying he couldn't write anymore. He said that as soon as he lifted his pen, it was as if someone was standing behind him and looking at him! ”

I said, "That's right, that's a sign of eating a yin-yang pot!" But how do you know that he can solve the yin and yang cauldron? ”

Pudding said: "Because you said that the old man in the black coat is dying, but Han Benchu has lived until now, what does this mean?" ”

I excitedly said, "That means he must have mastered some kind of way to unravel this evil art!" ”

Pudding nodded, "Yes, it must be!" ”

I said, "Pudding, no matter what, you must help me find a way to contact this Han Benchu!" ”

Pudding nodded, made a "shhhh

After the phone rang for more than ten seconds, it was finally connected, and the other party said "hey" listlessly, Pudding didn't speak, but nodded to me, indicating that the voice was Han Benchu himself, and then she said to the phone: "Han Benchu, listen well, I'm Pudding, I have something to ask you for help, you have to help if you promise to do this, you have to help if you don't agree, it's a matter of human life......"

Ten minutes later, Pudding hung up the phone and said to me, "Han Benchu promised to help us, and he told us to go to the CD tomorrow to find him." ”

I nodded and said, "Great! I'll call Lao Lu now, let's leave early tomorrow! ”

I excitedly picked up the phone, dialed Lao Lu's mobile phone, and told him Han Benchu's story from beginning to end, I told him that even if it was a knife in the sky tomorrow, he must arrive at the airport on time to meet us, and asked him to send me his ID number by text message, and I will be responsible for buying the ticket.

Lao Lu didn't seem to believe it, and kept asking me if I was reliable. I said that you are buried in the neck, and you don't care if the fuck is reliable, let's not care if he is a radish or a melon tomorrow, let's go to the CD to meet first. If this Han Benchu can really get rid of the ghost girl lying on your stomach, it will not only save you, but also save my future daughter-in-law. Even if he is unreliable, we just wasted a day's time, and we will rush back to eat an authentic Bashu hot pot at night, there is no loss inside and outside, come on, don't be verbose, just do what I say.

It may be that Lao Lu heard that his disease was still cured, and his mood improved, so he simply chatted with me on the phone for a while, saying that if he was really cured, he would still give me the money he had promised me before, but the matter of the little granddaughter told me not to be foolish, no way.

I thought to myself, you old shriveled calf is starting to regret it before it is cured? So I told him that the 4.35 million I had agreed before could be cut in half, but the little granddaughter must not regret it, anyway, I am already in love with her, if you forcibly dismantle our pair of hard-working mandarin ducks, then let's jump into the sea together!

Of course, we're both joking, Kan Dashan. So they chatted for a while, and they said goodnight to each other, and made an appointment to see each other tomorrow.

After I hung up, Pudding looked at me and I looked at her, and for some reason, we both suddenly turned red and neither of us spoke. After a long while, Pudding muttered in a half-confused and half-clear whisper: "This is very close to the airport, you can stay here at night, don't go back." ”

I said, "Okay, then I'll go and open another room next to you, and I'll stay here tonight, and we'll leave together tomorrow." ”

Pudding stopped me and said, "No, you can just sleep here, and make do with the floor." ”

I said righteously: "Then how can we do it, men and women don't kiss, we can't save this money, you say yes." Female editors and male writers share a room? It's not good to hear this out, I can't say it clearly. ”

Pudding said coldly: "Come on, I am afraid when I hear this tone of righteous words." Ten years ago, when my cousin and I went on a trip to another country, he said to me at night in a tone that was more righteous than yours: "Cousin, we are not children now, we can't sleep together like when we were children, let's open two rooms, and I'll go live next door to you." ”

I asked, "And then?" ”

"Then the next day he was taken away by the police," Pudding said. ”