The mirror in the toilet was inserted with a large posthumous photo of Yin Wujia, and the Yin Wujia in the posthumous photo was also ruined. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

It seems that Yin Wujia's appearance has long since lost yesterday's kind eyebrows, his eyes have not been gouged out by something, a large part of his lower jaw has also been torn off, and his chin is hollow, like a huge wound on a person's face. In addition, the old man's seven orifices have been pierced with a red ballpoint pen, which is definitely the same as what kind of person with deep hatred and hatred deliberately made it.

Replacing the mirror in my toilet with a black and white photo of the old man Yin, no matter who did it, this is completely beyond the scope of the joke, and the old man on the photo is also not lightly harmed, let alone a person with normal body and mind can do it.

Looking at the posthumous and deformed photo, you can imagine my mood at that time, my mind felt cloudy for a long time, and my heart was even more up, as if I had been punched several times.

Finally, I looked at the old man Yin's eyes that had been bent away, and suddenly remembered the ghost eyes I saw in the mourning hall yesterday.

In an instant, the events of the past two days quickly flashed through my mind, from the sudden death of Yin Wujia, to his inexplicable speech before his death, from the anxious escape of the three monks, to the occurrence of various events in my hotel today.

Usually, when I opened a restaurant, I was most worried about the Environmental Protection Bureau and the Price Bureau, but I didn't expect that this time it was those evil things that could not be seen or touched, otherwise who would be able to do something in so many fish, and insert a picture of a dead person in the mirror the moment I turned around?

Eventually, I remembered the will that the old man had given me.

People have written to me in white and red, if my hotel can't be opened, hurry up to Lunan to find a person named Zhao Haipeng, find him, I can get through the current crisis.

Unexpectedly, as worried by the old man Yin, in just two days, my restaurant would not be able to open.

In a panic, I hurriedly ordered my younger brother Zhang Asi: "Ah Si, something is wrong, we won't open this restaurant first, it's closed! ”

"What?" my brother Zhang Asi widened his eyes and said, "It's not the third brother...... Tens of thousands of dollars a day!"

"I know, but if you keep driving like this, you can only break your own sign!"

In my heart, the signboard is the most valuable thing, and if there is no money, there can be earning, but without the signboard, our whole Huo Ji cooking fish will be over.

After listening to my words, my clan brother Zhang Ah Si nodded in understanding.

Then he and I had a meeting with the cooks, I gave everyone a two-day holiday, and then closed the business, and used this time to take a break for everyone to rest, and I took Zhang A four-wheel drive south in the afternoon of the same day, to Lunan Zhaojialou, to find the Zhao Haipeng mentioned in Yin Wujia's will.

In the south, my brother Zhang Asi has been driving, of course, I have not been idle, during which I have been holding the will of Yin Wujia, thinking about the ins and outs of the whole thing.

From the death of the old man to the "haunting" of my hotel, all the events were foggy, and the most amazing thing was that the old man actually foresaw them all, and named me and said that I should find this Zhao Haipeng to solve the crisis, which shows that this person has some ability. But when I came up and asked me to hire a chef I had never been in contact with, I really didn't know the bottom of my heart.

Besides, the cook is not a Taoist monk, he can help me solve the haunted matter of the hotel...... I felt particularly absurd.

Of course, I'm all out, so it's not good to go back, how big Zhao Haipeng's ability is, I also have to see it before making a decision.

From Lubei to Lunan, it took more than an hour to drive at high speed, although we have not been to Zhaojialou, but with the convenience of satellite maps, we still successfully found the small village in the corner under the square mountain. However, the streets of the village were a bit complicated, and after we entered, we walked around in a daze, and asked several villagers in a row before we learned the residence of Zhao Haipeng's family from an old lady with a noodle doll in her hand.

In the mood of grasping the life-saving straw, Zhang Asi and I hurriedly rushed to the south of Zhaojialou Village with the money, and crashed into the courtyard of the Zhao family's deep house.

There, I saw a fairly spacious, but slightly dilapidated courtyard, with a mottled lacquer door in the middle of the courtyard, and the door was hidden, but I couldn't see the inside.

My brother Zhang Asi and I visited the door for the first time, and naturally we didn't dare to break in, so we hurriedly walked over and knocked on the door respectfully for a while.

Soon, an impatient female voice in the door responded to us: "Who is it? Didn't you see the door open?

The woman's words gave us a dismount, and I listened to the rough roar like a donkey's voice, and I only felt a chill on my body, and suddenly felt full of malice.

But...... After all, we are here to ask for help, and we still have this bit of patience, so my brother Zhang Asi and I didn't care about anything, and according to the woman's words, we pushed the door and entered one step.

The courtyard of the Zhao family is quite large, and it seems that it is also the family of the rich people in the village, after we entered, the first thing we saw was in the middle of the courtyard, a woman as strong as an ox, sitting on the ground drying dried carrots.

When the woman saw the two of us, she continued to raise her voice and asked, "Why are you here?

Listening to this woman's words, I knew that he misunderstood our intention, so I hurriedly waved my hand and said to the hostess, we are not "earth mice" who collect antiques, we are here to find Zhao Haipeng, please let Zhao Haipeng come out and talk about it.

After listening to my words, the woman looked at us a little, and then shouted to the backyard of the Zhao family: "Zhao Haipeng......!

The woman's howl was so loud that my eardrums hurt, and with the woman's howl, a man of nearly thirty years old with a calm face slowly walked out of a side room.

The man was average-looking, somewhat swarthy, very muscular, and he wore a camouflage uniform and camouflage vest from the army, and a military cap without insignia, as if he had just been discharged from the army.

The man looked at me, then at the woman with a full face, and first said respectfully to the woman: "Sister-in-law, I don't know them. ”

The woman waved her hand and said casually: "I don't care if you recognize it or not, I'm looking for you anyway." ”

After speaking, the woman continued to lower her head and skewered her radishes, only leaving me and Zhang Ah Siliang in the courtyard, looking at the man named Zhao Haipeng, a little embarrassed.

After looking at each other for a while, I hurriedly spoke, "That...... I was introduced by Yin Wujia. ”

"Yin Wujia?" Zhao Haipeng nodded thoughtfully, and then opened the door behind him and said, "Then come in and talk!

I shook my head and replied helplessly, "Old man Yin...... Yesterday was gone. ”

Zhao Haipeng's hand that opened the door suddenly stiffened, and his body shook slightly, he opened his mouth, but he didn't say anything.

He then continued to open the door and motioned for me to follow him in.

When he came to the house, the master and servant sat down, Zhao Haipeng restored his calm just now, and after introducing each other, he gathered around the coffee table, making tea and pouring water, showing courtesy, but never mentioned the matter of the old man Yin.

But we're not here for tea. The more he was like this, the more anxious I became, and finally simply opened the skylight to say something bright, and after I responded a few words slightly, I went straight to the death of Yin Wujia and the haunting of my hotel, and the mutilation of the old man's photo with him.

I took out the old man's will, told him the request to invite him to be the chef and help me "cross the catastrophe", and took out 10,000 yuan as a deposit to show my sincerity.

The drama on my side is done enough, according to the number of etiquette, normal people will accept it, so I am full of confidence, just waiting for this Zhao Haipeng to nod.

Zhao Haipeng looked at the money I threw down, his brows suddenly tightened, he took out a Beidaihe brand cigarette from his pocket unhurriedly, lit it, and smacked it unhurriedly, staring at the stack of money for a long time.

I know, he's thinking.

Finally, when the cigarette was about to run out, Zhao Haipeng made up his mind, he snuffed out the cigarette butt in his hand, stretched out his hand, pushed back the money on the coffee table to me, and shook his head embarrassedly: "I'm sorry Boss Huo, you found the wrong person, I can't take this job." ”

After listening to Zhao Haipeng's words, I felt a sense of loss in my heart, and my brother Zhang Asi was even more unwilling: "No, why can't you do it? We invited you with money, and it was introduced by the old man Yin himself, can't you push it like this? Don't you earn money if you have money?"

Different from my brother Zhang Asi's entanglement and eagerness, Zhao Haipeng was calm at this time, and he continued, "There is some money, not I can earn it if I want to, and I am a cook who has just been discharged from the army, I really can't help you, your hotel is haunted, you should go to the Taoist priest, not me......"

Zhao Haipeng's words are already the intention of rejecting me openly. But I'm not surprised, because the old man Yin also said in his will that if he directly asked this Zhao Haipeng, he would refuse me nine times out of ten, and in the face of this situation, the old man Yin also gave me a sufficient way to deal with it.

So I stopped Zhang Asi's speech, unhurriedly unfolded the will handed over to me by the old man Yin, pinched it in my hand, and said to Zhao Haipeng: "Mr. Zhao, our old man Yin has a story for me to tell you, after you listen to it, decide whether to help me or not, is it okay?"

After listening to my words, Zhao Haipeng looked surprised and dazed, but in politeness, he still nodded and agreed to my request.

So, I quickly grasped the piece of paper and told Zhao Haipeng the story on the paper word for word.

The full text of the "story" of Yin Wujia is as follows:

Zhao Haipeng, brother pray as follows!

In the White Dragon Temple, there is a land urn, and there is a phoenix egg, and the egg chest is not yellow. The black and white stick wants to eat eggs, the land urn is unwilling, add dinner, one egg a day, add dinner to the plate, the unknown plate is hungry and panicked, there is a small-faced old lady to help, the urn cries, the urn resents, the urn has a ghost, the spirit is caught, the black tiger and the leaping dragon, the tendons are constantly beaten, the inside and outside are upside down, after a winter, the phoenix nirvana, the two sticks and fork urns. Dragon and tiger fight, the small-faced old lady wants to be embarrassed, the family can't stand the yin fire, and the yin fire burns Wang in winter.

It's just the end of winter, and I'm afraid that the old lady will freeze to death, so I ask Jiaolong, the urn will block a knife for Jiaolong, and I hope that Jiaolong will give a scale.

In the five elements of the grid, the upper instrument position plus the puppet is dark. Remember!

...... This is the old man's will, the story behind the sub, don't say I can't read the story, I'm afraid people with an IQ of less than 250 don't understand, it's not so much an absurd story, but it's more like some kind of code I don't know.

But whatever it was, this code played the role I expected.

After Zhao Haipeng heard these words, he suddenly changed his face, he stared at his eyes, took the will in my hand and looked at it for a long time, and said to himself: "The fire worker whispers...... Collect the law of resentment?"

Listening to Zhao Haipeng's words, I don't know what the pyrotechnic code is, and I don't know what the "resentment method" is, but I can see something interesting from Zhao Haipeng's expression.

Zhao Haipeng thought to himself for a while, and finally raised his head, he looked at me and said, "I understand, hurry up and take me to your hotel, I can't afford to delay the time." ”