Chapter 468: The Last Call
I've known Officer Shi for so many years. I thought that with him here, he would definitely protect me, not to mention that the girl's death was dried by the fungus. It has nothing to do with me, and I'm not worried about the police investigation.
However, Officer Shi actually took matters into his own hands and asked me to compensate for the funeral expenses and solatium.
In the face of my angry questioning, Officer Shi laughed dryly, looked at the family members, and then walked over and whispered, "Brother Zhao, that's right, I'm just talking to the mud." β
I didn't expect Officer Shi to admit it happily, and I couldn't help but exclaim, "How can this be? Are you a police officer, or a neighborhood committee aunt? β
Officer Shi looked at me with a smirk. Then he started to play the meditation machine: "When it's time to be a policeman, I'm a policeman." When I should be the aunt of the neighborhood committee, I am the aunt of the neighborhood committee. If one day is in danger, I can be a soldier. β
My face turned red with anger, and then I said, "You can't be unreasonable, right? β
Officer Shi smiled bitterly: "Brother Zhao, we are good friends, I won't harm you." Listen to me, give them some money, and everyone will disperse, and you will spend money to buy a clean one. It's hard for them. The daughter died, and the white-haired man sent the black-haired man. β
I heard Officer Shi say this, and turned my head to look at the family members. Their hair was gray, and after some tearing, it was already disheveled. There is also an aunt, probably the one who hit me with her shoes, she is standing on the ground with her bare feet, completely ignoring the cold, and is crying vigorously.
I sighed and said, "It's okay for me to give money." But the money is pitiful for them, not that I think I'm wrong. β
Officer Shi looked at me with a smile: "The result is the same. What's the use of arguing about a false name? β
I sighed, turned around and went back to the house, took out the money, and handed it to Officer Shi.
Fortunately, I caught ghosts and subdued demons for a while, and saved a little money. Fortunately, the money came quickly, and I didn't feel sorry for spending it.
Officer Shi walked to the family with the money, and began to call the brother and brother almost like a brother, coaxing them and scaring them at the same time. The family eventually took the money and left.
After the family left, I said to Officer Shi, "It's not right for you to do this. In the future, the good ones will learn from the bad, and the dead people don't care if they are right or wrong, they will make trouble first and get the money. β
Officer Shi nodded helplessly: "I also know it's wrong." But I can't change anything, that's the only way to go. β
Mr. Lu stretched. said: "When the matter is done, I will go back to sleep." Your phone stays on. At night, Asahi may call you. β
Xue Qian also said: "After watching the excitement, it's time to go back to sleep." β
Secretary Wang and Officer Shi said hello to me and left.
The street that had been bustling was deserted in an instant, and I returned, lying on the broken bed, and gradually fell asleep.
This night, I slept until the evening. When I wake up. I'm hungry. I put on my clothes and hurried out to find something to eat.
After I had enough to drink, I met Mr. Lu and Xue Qian on the road.
Xue Qian asked me anxiously, "How is it?" Is there any news about Asahi bacteria? β
I looked at the red sun in the west and said, "I guess I'll have to wait a little longer." β
The three of us sat down on the phone, and started small talk. For some reason, our voices were all low, as if we were worried about covering the ringtone of our phones and making us miss calls.
When it was completely dark, the phone rang suddenly.
I looked at the number with some excitement, and the caller ID was in Sichuan. I looked at Mr. Lu and Xue Qian, and then pressed the hands-free.
A rough voice came from the other end of the phone, which sounded like a man who was messing around: "Brother Zhao, is it you?" β
I hurriedly replied, "It's me, that's right." Are you a drunk? β
The other end said, "Yes, I'm a drunkard. As he spoke, a woman's cry came from the phone, followed by a man's scolding, and the sound of fists and kicks, and then the woman fell silent.
I couldn't help but ask, "What's going on?" How do I hear someone crying? β
The drunken man said, "No way, this time I'm desperately poor." I didn't have a phone and robbed a woman. β
I couldn't help but say, "You just killed her?" β
The drunkard hurriedly said, "No, how can you kill people casually?" I just borrowed his phone and returned it to her when I was done. β
I looked at Mr. Lu and asked, "What should we do next?" β
Mr. Lu thought for a while and said to the drunkard: "How many times have you been living and dying like this?" β
As soon as the drunkard heard Mr. Lu's words, he fell silent. I guess I still remember the experience of Mr. Lu's aggressiveness yesterday and scared him into tears.
After a while, he said, "Probably, about thirty or forty times." β
Mr. Lu glanced at me and said, "It's almost time for us to come out of reincarnation. β
I said, "If you say that, does it really have anything to do with your ancestors?" β
Mr. Lu said: "I can't be too sure, maybe it's related, maybe it's just a coincidence. β
The drunkard overheard our conversation and asked, "What are you talking about?" What the old ancestors? β
Mr. Lu asked, "Can you remember what your first life was like?" β
This time, the drunkard's temper was very bad, and he shouted on the phone: "Old Dao, I talk to Brother Zhao, why do you always interject?" What's going on with you here? β
Mr. Lu's face turned blue with anger, I smiled and said, "Drunkard, you can tell us quickly, we are also here to help you." β
The drunk thought for a moment and said, "When I woke up for the first time. I was lying in the hospital. They told me that I had amnesia. I lay like this all day, and then the next day I found myself in another place. β
Mr. Lu asked, "Do you remember the first time you woke up, what hospital was you?" β
The drunken man said very politely, "I don't know." β
On this day, we interrogated him for a long time, but we never came up with a clue, and we could only confirm that he was somewhere in Sichuan.
When the day was about to dawn, the drunkard suddenly said: "Brother Zhao, in fact, I don't die every day, I really fall asleep." β
When I heard this, I was a little amused in my heart, I didn't expect the drunk to be so stubborn.
I said, "Actually, for you, there is no difference between falling asleep and dying. Why should you be stubborn? β
The drunken man said firmly, "I really fell asleep, because I often dreamed." β
This surprised several of us.
Mr. Lu couldn't help but ask, "What dreams did you have?" β
The drunkard said angrily, "Get rid of this old way." β
I smiled at Mr. Lu and said, "Don't talk anymore." Then I said to the drunkard, "What did you dream about?" β
The drunkard's voice suddenly became a little muffled: "I dreamed of the big river, and I also dreamed of the mountains. I dreamed that two people were extremely tall and fierce. They were fighting by the river. The weapons intersected, making a thunderous sound. There were a lot of ants on the ground, running and shouting, and I looked at them carefully, and after looking at them for a long time, I suddenly realized that they were people. β
"Later, a giant fell. The ants climbed on top of him, and these ants were dressed in animal skins and grass skirts, and they had stone axes and hammers in their hands, and they wanted to dismember the giant. At this time, the river suddenly separated, and countless water ghosts came out of it, and these water ghosts frightened away the ants on the giant's body and dragged the giant's body into the water. β
When the drunkard said this, he was silentβ
I asked, "Gone?" β
The drunkard said, "No." I have this dream every day. Sometimes I can't find where I am, sometimes I feel like I'm the giant, and sometimes I feel like these two giants are marionettes and I'm manipulating the two of them. β
As the drunkard was saying this, a rooster crowed in the distance. I heard his voice getting weaker and weaker: "Brother Zhao, I'll come back to you tomorrow." β
Then, there was no sound on the other end of the phone.
Xue Qian suddenly said, "Old Zhao, is he dead?" β
I nodded and said, "Twilight is dead, I guess I'm dead." β
Xue Qian looked at me sympathetically: "Then you have another lawsuit." The drunkard's last call before he died was to you, and you're now a serious suspect. β