The store doesn't open at night, and it won't open when someone knocks on the door.

So what kind of business is this?

Isn't it just guarding the store?

In this way, it is possible to sleep on the night shift.

I was about to ask, but Guo Xuan seemed to have guessed my thoughts, "There is another thing I want to emphasize to you, your night shift is from ten o'clock in the evening to seven o'clock in the morning, and then the day shift people will come to take over your shift." You are not allowed to sleep during your time at work. ”

Guo Xuan pointed to the top of the door, "There is a camera there, and I will check it at any time." ”

"Your salary is three thousand five a month, and you don't pay five insurances and one housing fund, do you have any questions?"

"Nope."

"Good."

I looked at the empty store, and I thought that there was nothing in the storefront, and I didn't know who it was to prevent with a camera.

Maybe I just want to watch the night shift and say I won't sleep.

But Guo Xuan saved me after all, and gave me a bite to eat, and I didn't say anything after a while, and swore that boss, don't worry, I will definitely complete the task.

Guo Xuan nodded and said that he was optimistic about me and believed that I would have a promising future.

I smiled awkwardly, just three thousand five a month on the night shift, I still have a future?

After saying this, Guo Xuan took me upstairs.

I was tidying up my room when Guo Xuan walked in and threw me a book.

"This is the rule of the corpse, you can read it when you are fine, and use it as an extracurricular reading."

I was stunned for a moment and picked up the book and flipped through it, the book is made of the kind of elementary school student's notebook material, and it looks like it should be a masterpiece that has only been completed in recent years.

When I opened it, there were Tian character grids, but there were a lot of words written densely.

And it's all handwritten, and the handwriting is crooked.

"Who wrote this?"

Guo Xuan didn't have any expression on his face, he looked like a cool brother, "An old man who chases corpses in Xiangxi lost to me in mahjong, so give me this." ”

I:...... Six.

"If you're bored on the night shift, look at it, and you'll be idle anyway."

I nodded, and was about to thank Guo Xuan, but he said, "Don't thank me, this tatte is useless in my hands at all, and nothing can compare to practice." You have a good rest, so that you can have the energy to go to work at night. ”

"Thank you anyway."

Guo Xuan pursed his lips, turned around and went out without saying anything.

The man working on the day shift was a fat uncle, thirty-five years old, who looked simple, but I didn't see him when I came to harass Guo Xuan before.

After asking, I learned that he was recruited by Guo Xuan three days ago to manage the day shift business, if someone came to ask for some feng shui fortune teller, just call Guo Xuan directly.

After chattering for a long time, the fat uncle suddenly asked me with a word.

"Who is Guo Xuan? Boss? ”

"Huh?" I said, "Boss, isn't your name Guo Xuan?" ”

The fat uncle said: "He said his name is Guo Xuanling." ”

I said, "Boss, is he wearing these sunglasses, like a cool guy all night long?" ”

"No, the owner is a very young man without sunglasses, I heard that this shop is his ancestral, I don't know about the rest."

This completely blinded me, could it be that the two of us are not the same person?

"The boss's eyes?"

"I'm not blind."

"No, I mean his eyes are any different from those of ordinary people?"

"It's no different, but the eyes are better than many people."

This is definitely not speculation.

I didn't want to talk to the fat uncle anymore, and I thought about asking him next time I saw Guo Xuan.

After sleeping until night, the fat uncle ran upstairs and knocked on the door to remind me that it was time to change shifts, so I packed up and smoked a cigarette and ran downstairs.

My uncle gave me an account book and told me that it was something that was sold during the day, and that if I had any money in the evening, I should record it.

After saying this, the fat uncle left in a hurry.

I lit all the white lanterns in the alley as Guo Xuan told me in the morning, and only then did I realize that this lantern was really lit with candles!

Instead of connecting the wires.

When I close the door, I am in a daze in the house, and if someone knocks on the door and it won't open, how can that person come in?

I pondered in my heart, but I felt that it was just nonsense, and after thinking about it for a long time to no avail, I simply went to the attic and took down the code of chasing corpses.

The main thing recorded in it is some secret methods of driving away corpses, but the more I look at it, the more frightened I become.

The first half of the book that my uncle gave me also recorded about the corpse, but it was far from Xiangxi, as if it had recorded the secrets of a whole sect.

These things are generally not passed on, just like the things of my Su family, and my uncle only took them out to me when he was at the end of his life.

It wasn't until I met the author of this book much later that I realized that that mahjong gambling was not money at all, but fate.

Nothing strange happened in the night, and the next few days were unusually peaceful, until one day half a month later, at two o'clock in the middle of the night, I was lying on the table and drowsy, and someone hurriedly knocked open the door and rushed in with a panicked face.

"Y-you-"

The man's face was covered in blood, and he was holding a blood-stained kitchen knife in his hand, and he looked at me fiercely.

I hurried to grab the landline under the counter, suspecting that the man was either a heinous murderer or someone who wanted to rob him.

As soon as something is wrong, I immediately call the police.

Who knew that the moment the man looked at me, the ferocity on his face immediately dispersed, and his eyes trembled at me as if he had seen an old father who had been separated for many years.

With a little bit of anticipation, and a little pleading.

"Bang Dang"

The kitchen knife in his hand fell to the ground, and he took two steps forward and knelt down directly at me at the counter.

"Are you a demon sorcerer? Please save me! ”