At first, I didn't understand what Hu Zongren meant by that. But soon I understood that this kid must be angry with Director Wang's disdainful attitude and wanted to be in the limelight. When Director Wang heard Hu Zongren say this, his face immediately turned unpleasant. It's really ridiculous, in front of me and Hu Zongren, who are you putting up an official show for?

Director Wang said, young people, don't think that it is so easy to make money, the school has already made the attitude very clear, we can still afford this money, and we don't want you to give a very professional result, let you make a show, and make this money.

Hu Zongren smiled and said, this way, Director Wang, my companion and I will go and have a look later, if it is really as you said, your school is very clean, I will immediately promise you to make a show for Teacher Ma, but I don't want a penny from you. If there's something unclean, and we can't deal with it, I'll give you money, double. But there really is, and we have cleaned it up, and we have proved it to you, this double remuneration, I think it would be stingy if you refuse again, your big office, the national flag next to you is not as great as you, this money is reluctant to spend, where is the sincerity of your school.

Hu Zongren is like this, usually his mouth is not very eloquent, but once it stimulates him somewhere, forcing him to be eager to prove it, his brain spins faster than me.

Director Wang looked like a leader and said sternly, then how can it be done, we were originally wronged this time, and we took the initiative to spend money to buy one and be deceived, and I can't agree to you if you have to take an inch. Hu Zongren began to feel a little unhappy, and his face began to look ugly, and this guy really couldn't help it. He glared at Director Wang and said, "You mean, the two of us are liars?" Tricking you out of this money? Director Wang didn't answer, just drank tea. I stretched out my hand and pressed Hu Zongren's shoulder, which means that you don't get mad first, if you want to get mad, let's wait until this matter is over, let's humiliate this dead fat man who doesn't know the height of the sky. Hu Zongren calmed down, I looked at Director Wang sideways, this fat-headed and big-eared guy didn't know that the bridge of his nose had just escaped, because I usually went to the bridge of my nose first when I fought with Hu Zongren. I know this about him.

After Hu Zongren exhaled a sigh, he reached into his clothes and took out his gossip sack. His sack was specially made for him by Xing Yazi in his early years, the full name is the Linglong Bagua Bag, and the back looks like an ordinary rice, old and dirty sack, with a Taoist seal and a Tai Chi on the front. The reason why it is called Bagua is because the bag unfolds with a round mouth, representing a yin and yang separation. What enters this bag has nothing to do with the yang world. There are eight hexagrams on the inside, each of which is a small pocket sewn up, just like the shirt and chest bag. Each small bag has a corresponding hexagram, according to the rules of the Yaoshan Taoist Law, Hu Zongren will inevitably encounter excessive anger after receiving the ghost, and can not safely exceed, in this case, the soul will be collected, put into the bag, with the familiarity of the ghost itself, choose the most corresponding hexagram. Change a small bag every 3 days, so as to cycle back eight bags, called "one week", here "week" does not refer to the human meridians, but there is a certain relationship. In short, after this "week", since the anger is eliminated, it means that you can safely and excessively.

Therefore, Hu Zongren's bag often contains ghosts, which I have always known. So when he took out the bag, I knew what this kid was going to do, so I copied my hands and smiled and prepared to watch a good show, and sure enough, Hu Zongren said to Director Wang, Director Wang, don't you believe these things? I have a broken bag here.,This bag contains a male ghost.,Died of drug overdose.,When I was dying, I had a lot of hallucinations.,I happened to come across it and took it.,It's not over the week yet.,But there's not much anger left.,I'm saying this.,Do you not believe it?

Director Wang smiled and shook his head, looking nonsense. Hu Zongren continued to laugh, then untied the bag, pinched his fingers, and gestured at the mouth of the bag for a while. Then he breathed a sigh of relief and said to Director Wang, Director, I like your tie very much, can you take it off and bring it for me?

Director Wang was a little unhappy, he probably found out that Hu Zongren was playing him. So he said coldly, "Young man, what do you want to do today?"

Before I finished speaking, I saw Director Wang's tie suddenly change direction and fly towards his back, and Director Wang also had the feeling of being suddenly frightened, and then his neck was strangled by something, and he couldn't breathe. The tie was pulled straight and straight, as if someone was standing behind Director Wang, reaching out and pulling his tie back hard. Director Wang was frightened at this moment, I guess he believed it at the moment, and even if he didn't believe it, he was starting to be a little afraid of Hu Zongren. So I took out the compass, walked up to Director Wang with a smile, and brought the plate close to him, making sure that he could see the crazy rotation of the pointer even if his brain was deprived of oxygen at the moment, and I said, Director, do you see it? That's what you don't believe.

Hu Zongren stood up with the bag, walked behind Director Wang, and covered the bag as if covering a sheet, which was to collect the ghost, and Director Wang was also relieved, he coughed and looked at me and Hu Zongren with horror. He should have regretted it very much at the moment when he closed the door to his office when he let the two of us in.

Hu Zongren still smiled and said to Director Wang, then it's decided, twice the pay.

Although I personally do not agree with Hu Zongren's brutal approach, it has been proven that this is also a division of people. When you meet this type of customer, even if you don't make any money, you can't lose this breath.

Director Wang finally agreed to Hu Zongren's request, although I think it was simply forced. But I know that at this moment, he has refreshed his view of the world to a certain extent, and has begun to believe in a little bit of this. It was past 4 p.m., and soon the students were going to end class and go to dinner. We discussed with Director Wang that we would inspect the classroom after the students were gone.

Soon it was time for the end of class, and Director Wang took us downstairs, crossed the playground, and walked to the teaching building. The building looks quite new, probably not so long after it was built. I vaguely remember that I was naughty when I was a child, and I used to sneak into this school, but the purpose was just to abuse a certain child. At that time, there was no such teaching building, the building was very old, and it looked like it would collapse at any time, Director Wang told us on the road that the classroom where the accident occurred was on the second floor, and there were five classrooms on this floor, and we were going to go down the stairs to the second room.

I don't know how many times I've re-entered the classroom for different reasons since I left school. It must be false to say that I don't miss it, although I have never been that material when I was studying. Although the desks are not neatly arranged, there are always some textbooks and pencil cases piled on the desks. The lectern is a step higher, which means that the teacher will be superior to the student. In order to spur the students to study hard, there was a whiteboard marker on the podium, and I remember that the combination of blackboard and chalk when I was a child was gone, and the blackboard became a whiteboard. The real blackboard is on the back wall of the classroom, on which there are blackboard newspapers made by students, as well as class report cards and photos of school activities. The conditions of the students are very good now, when I was studying, I had to go through the teacher's permission to turn on the ceiling fan in the summer when it was hot, and now the classrooms are equipped with cabinet air conditioners.

Director Wang pointed to the classroom door on the side of the podium, saying that behind the door was the storage room where the accident happened that night, and that Mr. Ma fainted after opening the door. Hu Zongren and I walked in the direction pointed out by Director Wang, closed the door, and found that in the corner behind the door, there was a small door in a small area. Probably only one person can stand. Director Wang said that this facility is available in every classroom, and it is used to place mops and brooms, because it is relatively humid and worried about mold, so a door is added there.

I asked Director Wang to stand out a little, and by the way, help us keep a sentry so that those passing students don't see it. With that, I opened the little door, and there was a mop or something. The inner wall is directly brushed with mortar, and there is no paint, it is black, and the mop hanging on it is still dripping, which means that after class, the students have just cleaned up. I first hung red rope around the door frame, then borrowed a pen from the pulpit and drew a small compress on the ground, and then took out the compass, and the person stood outside, and reached inside to look at it.

Sure enough, the needle of the compass rotated slightly, and the amplitude was not very large, which meant that there were indeed traces of ghosts here, but it was not very strong at the moment, but it seemed a little weak. The ghost didn't appear here at the moment, but there were some signs left for me to catch.

I took back the compass and nodded to Hu Zongren. He understood what I meant, so I called Director Wang to my side, showed him the plate again, and explained to him, which means that there are ghosts here, but it is not particularly strong yet, because you see that the pointer is not as fierce as when you were hit just now. I told him this, teasing him by the way, to remind him not to forget that this time it was a matter of double pay.

Director Wang's attitude was still a little skeptical, but he couldn't find any definite evidence to refute Hu Zongren and me. At this time, Hu Zongren walked to the door, stood upright, left hand on top and right hand down, left hand stretched out index finger and middle finger, showing a finger decision, and the remaining fingers pinched the index finger and middle finger of the right hand. If my compass can only detect whether there is a trace of a ghost, his trick is to knock on the door of the ghost and tell it that we are coming, and you will answer it.

Hu Zongren pinched his fingers and chanted the mantra, and his right foot began to stomp lightly and rhythmically, and when he finished this set, the three of us present all heard a soft girl's sigh from the small grid, I don't know which direction of the road:

"Alas"