After Getting A Job in the Nether World, I Became Famous

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The gloomy atmosphere created by the driver was broken by his own expression of dementia. Zhou Huiqin stayed for two seconds and reacted. His tears went to Lanhe without drying his face. He said in a mess: "Public...comrade, comrade, help !"

"%￥#@&*!" The driver opened his mouth and didn't know what to scold. Where has he seen so many errands of noisy business?

Ke Lanhe's movements were faster. He flicked the chain and put his ankles around without any errors. When he pulled it, the guy slipped back and lay on the ground. Lan He stepped on the back of the pot. , Hitting an impermanent knot, "Want to run?"

"Ah! Ah!!! Back!" The driver howled miserably.

"Get up." Lan He pulled the chain.

"His...huh..." The driver climbed up in disgrace, because he was a Luopan, and he was shorter. He looked up at the hat on Lan He’s head and squeezed out a flattering smile, calling Zhou Huiqin next to him to the world. Surprised, it's really fast to change face, "Come on, come to the old man, and smell the name of the old man for a long time, I really didn't mean it, I don't know it is you... Come to the old man, you are merciful!"

"You know me?" Lan He said funny, it seems that the news of the underworld is true, "Where did you steal the thing?"

Some of this set of paper bindings are custom-made at first glance. He calculates according to the quality and quantity. He always needs a few thousand pieces, which is not a small amount for others. Moreover, funeral supplies are often used urgently.

Lan He was with his grandfather when he was a child, and I saw more. When everyone came to order these things, it was originally with a sad mood. It must be known that if you lose it, you must not be more uncomfortable. For craftsmen, making some money is not easy.

People who live by themselves also feel that they must be anxious to lose their ownership, so Lan He asked the specific circumstances of the theft of items at the beginning.

This Luo Guo Gui scratched his head, but it seemed to be carefully recalling, but unfortunately there was no result, nervously said: "Forget, forget, did not look carefully, only remember a word."

"What word?"

Luo Guogui: "What is the cloud, or what is the cloud, in the Eastern District."

Lan He: "...What's the difference between what you said and what you didn't say?"

Zhou Huiqin blurted out: "How to say?"

After she finished speaking, she felt that she was too forgetful, which was also a ghost.

However, Zheng Yinyin did not despise her, but explained at random: "The funeral industry, especially the old shop, likes to add a cloud word to the name of the shop, just like you see a Chinese medicine store, what kind of hall do you like to call."

Zhou Huiqin: "..." It is really useless to remember a cloud word.

Lan He forced him to remember if he could remember a more specific location. The driver thought about it and said that in the Eastern District, it seemed to be Qinglong Street.

"Qinglong Street?" Lan He recalled, "A little familiar."

The capital is too big, and he is a foreigner again.

Instead, Zhou Huiqin said weakly: "I know, I went to work there, and Qinglong Street called the street of the dead..."

Lan He: "..."

He remembered it! I thought this guy just remembered that the shop carried the word "cloud" enough to pit his father. It turned out that the most pitted father was that the shop was still located on Qinglong Street, a famous dead street in Beijing.

Qinglong Street is at least one kilometer long, and it is full of funeral industry. Guess how many shops with cloud words can be found in it?

Moreover, the signboards here are all made to order, which can dizzy the ghosts.

Lan He smiled, pointing at the driver: "You, you..."

The driver admitted that he was wrong: "Yes, yes, carelessness, otherwise it won't die at a young age, I really don't change my life!!"

Lan He: "........."

All the words made this Luo Guogui finished, and gave him a choke.

But things have to be returned to others, Lan He said: "You will go back to the street and look for me now... Hey, drive the car to a place with convenient transportation first and put the little girl down!"

The driver responded, and honestly drove back to the fork, from the intersection to the road between the sun, and stopped.

"Get off." Lan He said to Zhou Huiqin.

Zhou Huiqin was still a little timid. Lan He saw her and helped her. The girl's legs were still soft when she went down the stairs, and she nearly fell.

Although the impermanent hands are still cold and the breath is still gloomy, Zhou Huiqin no longer fears him, not only because he got along just now, but also because he is so emotional that he can't cry if he wants to cry.

After getting out of the car, Zhou Huiqin looked back at the "man" in the car, and anxiously imitated Luo Guogui's title: "Come, Lord? Will I meet his car again in the future? I have to take 414 every day Lu..."

She was afraid that she would not be careless anymore, so she could not save her every time when she got in this car.

"It won't." I saw that impermanently looked at her strangely. "After burning, this car will never appear again."

Oh, burn it...

Zhou Huiqin was in a trance, and it took several seconds to understand this sentence, trembling and saying: "This is also a paper tie?!"

Lan He nodded, many of them burned luxury cars, but nothing burned buses, certainly made to order.

It is estimated to have special meanings, such as a lifetime career, burning a car as a memorial, or personal hobbies, regrets during life, etc. Like standing in front of a loved one who won't come back, many people will also make a custom plane, hoping that the souls of their loved ones can come back by plane.

But the number of cars should be written as 000, and this car, in Lan He's eyes, is indeed a 000 bus. The girl sees it as the 414 way, it is estimated that the eyes are still fascinated.

Lan Heyuan wanted to leave. Before Zhou Huiqin fell in the car, his legs were knocked, and it looked strange.

Lan He squatted down and used Hu 79's nails again, stretched out his claws, carefully put the nails in the meat pad, and rubbed them on Zhou Huiqin's knees a few times.

Zhou Huiqin only felt that her legs were rubbed by some furry warm objects. When she hadn't seen what it was, the impermanence had stood up, and there was no bleeding on the legs, and there was no trace of pain.

After being brushed by furry things, even my heart warmed up, and the darkness around me was not so scary.

There is true love in the underworld, and great love in the underworld.

Zhou Huiqin was deeply moved, and said to Yin: "My name is Zhou..."

"Wait." Yin Zhe said seriously, "Don't tell me, and don't tell your name to any femininity in the future, even if it is also Yin Yin."

Zhou Huiqin said: "Can you tell me your name? I just want to thank you, such as burning paper for you, wrong, should I burn the thank you letter to the local government..."

Lan He Renjun couldn't help but say: "No need, just put your hands on it. Go back and go in that direction, don't look back."

He pushed Zhou Huiqin back. Zhou Huiqin stumbled a few steps, wanted to look back at him, but remembered that he said not to look back, so he clenched his hands and strode forward, "Ok...Thank you!"

She walked past this junction and saw the familiar bus station. At this moment, a 414 road also happened to stop at the platform. The driver had a familiar face. Several office workers who returned late in the car were complaining to the boss, and there was a breath of human air.

came back……

Zhou Huiqin got in the car, scanned the code, and sat down. At this time, he felt his legs were sour, the street lights outside the window were bright, and in an instant, everything seemed to be isolated. Only the wound on the knee that no longer bleed reminded her that the hat read "Come The yin difference has really come.

...

Wang Limen dreamed again, and it was that familiar feeling, the familiar yin difference, this time the other party also brought a Luo Guo with a big bag around his neck, and said to him: "Sergeant Wang, I'm here to trouble you again."

"It's okay! What are you talking about!" In fact, Wang Granai was quite happy. He finished the last case properly, and still wondering whether there will be a second time.

According to the convention in online novels, he should be a partner with impermanence, traveling between the yin and yang, from small to large cases, reviewing people during the day and ghosts at night, and becoming a contemporary Bao Gong talent in New China. Sorry, he writes copywriting Okay, I even drew illustrations when the meeting was boring.

Wang Grane looked at the Luo Guogui and even wondered, "Is there any wrongdoing in him?"

So came to me to solve the case? Although I am not a criminal policeman, I can be as long as I need it!

"No," Lan He said. "That's the case. This guy stole a lot of paper ties and was caught by me, but he can't remember what the paper tie shop was called. He just looked for a long time in a funeral street. I didn't recognize it, I remember to bring the word "cloud". The total value of the paper is also thousands of pieces-I said Yang currency. So, can you please do me a favor and find the owner and go back."

Wang Ligang was lost first, and immediately thought that one of them would be a big case. He nodded vigorously and knew the road: "Okay, let me know this matter! I will visit the funeral street tomorrow!"

"Right." Lan He shyly said, "Can I borrow some more paper?"

The last time he discussed it, it was all used up, and it felt very easy to use. I couldn't help talking again. After all, now the capital is really getting chaotic, even if it doesn’t go voluntarily, for a period of time, I am afraid that he really wants it for unexpected needs.

Without thinking much, Wang Limen immediately said: "It's okay! Just take it!"

We are good partners, he added a twist in his heart.

"Well, we put the paper stick outside the police station, and trouble you to find the owner." Lan He said, so he said goodbye, and torn the book before leaving.

The last time Wang Jingli's notebook was emptied by him, and it was replaced by a new one here. When Lan He turned it over, he accidentally saw a few essay Q version villains beside the text of the meeting minutes.

Some wore yin clothes, some wore police clothes, and round ghosts... Is this recording your dreams? The police officer is good at painting.

Lan He didn't think so much, tearing the paper off, thinking about it, and opened the drawer again...

The next day, Wang Lijing woke up in a dream, immediately climbed up and rushed to the window, the dormitory was opposite the police station, there was a lot of paper **** at the door, and the guard was pointing strangely.

He could not wait to rush down and say don’t move me to handle the case. Hurry to wash it, and flipped the notebook on the table, not surprisingly, it was empty. When the drawer was opened again, only the case remained in the notebook.

Wang Liran: "..."

Forget it, Wang Jingli ran out and went to the office to pick up a new notebook. The elder sister of the office said silently: "Xiao Wang, are you running out? What did you write about it? It's not so fast to use it to paste the wall Right!"

Wang Liran: "...What do you know! It is of great use!"

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After seeing Officer Wang, Lan He was basically wasted one night. He uncomfortably twisted the paper of Wang Jingli into a rope, and tied Luo Guogui to the outside of the police station, making an impermanent knot: "Detention! Repent here and wash your sinful heart, you know?"

"Ah?" Luo Guo said with a trembling voice. "When will you let me go?"

Lan He: "Hum, when you perform well, I will let you go."

Therefore, the incident was delayed for one night. On the second night, Lan He was able to continue to go to Juehui Temple. He said no more things would happen. He really did not come out to patrol!

A short distance away, Lan He saw many lone spirits and wild ghosts running in one direction. He just put away his uniform on the road just now, so it was definitely not because he was seen running. Is the Overdue Fa?

Temples and Taoist temples, especially the magical ones, there are always a lot of lone spirits and wild ghosts wandering outside. I hope to rub a little over, or just eat something.

Thinking of Lan He, he floated towards Juehui Temple. When I arrived at the yard last time, I didn't see the shadow of Xiao Song. The temple was so big, maybe it was somewhere else. He turned around again.

When I floated on the courtyard wall and wanted to pass over a courtyard, I just felt very cool. Looking down, it was originally a group of monks teaching, and the old monks among them looked up and looked at the immobile master.

"..." Lan He fell inch by inch.

"Abbot, what's wrong?"

"Nothing." If you look closely, you will find that a smile flashed in the eyes of the old monk and his eyes were taken back.

Lan He was also unfamiliar with the temple. It took a long time to find the trace of Song Futan outside the small door of the monastery. He was blocked by a female ghost and stood with his arms expressionless.

The female ghost was struggling to perform, and her tongue spit out to the instep, and her hair grew so long that she could go around Juehui Temple for a week...he just couldn't see it.

The female ghost's cultivation practice was still a little bit, and she couldn't do it if she wanted to hook Song Futan's soul, so she tried to intimidate him and created a lot of horror illusions, using all the horror movies she had seen before her death. The other party still ignored.

She gritted her teeth and gritted her teeth, and opened her coat again, revealing a little shoulder, and hadn't spoken yet. The other party finally responded: frowning, and she looked disgusted.

The female ghost rolled her eyes wildly, and wanted to scratch Song Futan directly, but also feared the Buddha's light, holding back her anger and holding out a lot of banknotes: "So what do you like?"

Because I was so angry, my tongue came out involuntarily.

"Hey, hey, what's this for?" Lan He stepped forward and took her clothes back. "Huge money begging for help?"

Female ghost: "............"

he came.

Suddenly the ice melted and the snow melted, and Song Futan saw Lan He, his expression moved, and only Xinghui seemed to be more brilliant.

The female ghost looked at him with resentment and found that the ghost hadn't spoken yet. His eyes were much softer and his face wasn't revealed. "Why, he is better at deception?"

Lan He stepped forward and poked the banknotes in the hand of the female ghost, they became empty. "Dong Yue Yin Si warmly reminds that this kind of small advertisement is generally deceptive."

Because she was not wearing a uniform, the female ghost was still staring at him, as if hesitating about his origin. Lan He showed a little bit of the chain on her wrist, and the female ghost did not hesitate anymore and ran away with her tongue raised.

"This should be a small scene for you?" Lan He looked at Song Futan Road.

"In short, it's not the worst case." Song Futan smiled, "Are you hungry?"

Lan He touched his belly and said with pride: "It's not particularly hungry, but now I have to eat a little more, and I can eat it."

"There is a lotus root clip, I will take you to eat." Song Futan said. Since Xiaolai came to Juehui Temple that night, he would leave a dish for Xiaolai every night. If he didn't come, he would eat it by himself.

Lan He didn't know this, but thought he was the same as last time, what kind of cousin's supper, he was quite happy, "Okay!"

Because it is a monastery dish, this lotus lotus does not contain meat, but it adds some pumpkin, and the paste is fried and crispy and delicious.

Temple cuisine is also a major genre of Chinese cuisine. Luohanzhai and Dinghu Shangsu are all famous dishes in temple cuisine. Vance Sifu was originally made by Vance Simon.

Song Futan casually chatted about the history of Suezhai in Juehui Temple, because it is located in the capital, and was once a royal sacrifice temple. The vegetarian dishes here not only serve monks, but also entertain the royal or donated pilgrims. Until now, There are even craftsmen who have been interested in food from all directions and have accumulated it for many years.

Lan He chewed the lotus clip and suddenly asked Song Futan: "Do you know where their souls are?"

Song Futan was stunned for a moment, but hadn't turned, "...Stern or salt?"

"? You're so humorous, none of them," Lan He storm inhaled, and then said, "Here, it dries up."

Song Futan: "..."

......This is too cute.

Lan He laughed. He saw that Xiao Song was speechless to himself. He was very tired in the crew. He was a little scared and unworthy to meet ghosts. It was very relaxing to joke with Xiao Song.

He continued to eat a lot, finished eating lotus root clips, and ate fruit, while nibbling: "I heard that many temple head incense is particularly valuable."

The so-called food without words and sleep, this is a good habit that has been circulated in China, but the two of them, one can speak without hindrance when eating, and the other can talk as usual from the soul, completely contrary to the habit.

Song Futan said: "Well, someone once wanted to do business with Master Fu, helping him to auction the first incense on the first day of the New Year on the basis of five million yuan, but Master Fu refused."

"Gao Fengliang Festival!" Lan He boasted, "Although Juehui Temple is definitely not short of money, but the Master can't be impressed by the move, it's really as its name suggests!"

Song Futan's eyes were smiling, and he was a macho and unmoved. The mage was also praised many times.

Lan He had almost eaten, and suddenly thought of something, wondering: "Why haven't you heard the sound of the Buddhist chanting?"

Song Futan: "No Fas today."

"Ah, no," Lan He ate a kumquat again. "When I came, I saw a lot of lone souls and wild ghosts rushing to this side. If there was a superfluous puja, would it be a rush?"

Song Futan thought about it for a while: "It may be because I went to the theatre-the ticket friends we met before. They seem to be performing ghost plays nearby, including "Men's Hanger", saying that they will perform all 72 forms of hanging ."

Those old ghosts who love to sing operas are originally wandering around. Amateur amateurs have encountered Song Futan before. They want to perform, and it is normal to find a place with many ghosts.

Lan He was shocked and slowly raised his head: "Is there still 72 types of hanging?? Perform this...why!"

"No, this is a juggling game in Mu Lian." Song Futan was surprised that Xiao Lai didn't even know it. In the past, it was said that acting Mu Lian would attract ghosts, and then thought about it, maybe Dongyue Yinsi is not happy, after all, Mu Lian It’s a monk. “The content of the Mianlian opera is very rich. It mainly means that the Mianlian monk saves his mother. There are also many folk stories in the drama. There are hundreds of ghost plays in the whole drama.

The Sichuan opera team they met before had to engage in a ceremony where the spirit officer swept the stage, but they were afraid of acting like such a ghost show to provoke the ghost.

The "Men's Hang" is said to represent various forms of hanging, but it is actually a martial arts performance, aerial juggling, using two cloth strips to hang the body and make various movements. It is said that there were seventy-two hangings in the past, but until now, it has gradually been lost, and the most powerful actors have only performed ten or twenty kinds.

However, these are dead ghosts. Maybe some of them died early, and the inherited ones have passed down. Over the years, how many troupes have lived in Beijing.

"It's because I haven't seen it yet. I thought I would hang the ghost to take turns and show how I died... That's too heartwarming." Lan He said with great interest: "Go and see, they are still juggling in the air, This will go up in no time... wait, do you want to go? So many ghosts, are you annoying?"

Song Futan: "No."

If you are upset, even sitting in the temple and looking at Fengyue is just as annoying. But if you are with a funny ghost, it is not very interesting to watch the show.

They went out of Juehui Temple and walked a few hundred meters to the west, only to see a big banyan tree underneath a rudimentary stage. It was the set they had seen in the suburbs before.

The stage on the stage was already over. Two pieces of cloth were hanging. The actor borrowed the cloth to fly. It turned out to be aerial acrobatics. The movement was quite rich. Although ghosts are different from humans, it takes some skill to make so many poses.

Lan He stood at the end and applauded with the ghosts.

After the show was over, I made another change. A few ghost actors came up. Since it was a melodrama, it was naturally a ghost play, and there was impermanence in a paper hat, but the paper hat could not write words and could not be changed into and The real uniform of Yin Yin is the same.

Lan He can still understand a little bit if he plays Sichuan opera, but now there are a few versions of Mu Lian which are not on stage-many kinds of dramas have this, anyway he doesn't understand the accent. The singing is quite powerful, the performance is very passionate, the movement is quite large, and there are guns, depending on the excitement.

The impermanent painted face is very tall and mighty, with a big waist and a round waist, and he is very imposing. He pointed at another Tsing Yi harlequin and sang a long line of lines with a high-pitched voice.

Even though Lan He couldn't understand the lines, he could hear good singing skills. Finally, he kicked the harlequin particularly hard, and the harlequin turned backwards several times before standing firmly, and clenched the long fork in his hand.

The audience shouted loudly, and Lan He slapped. He and Song Futan glanced at each other. "It's awesome, so loud that we can hear it so far! It's a classic handed down from our ancestors!" Lan He praised. Said, "What is this fold called?"

Song Futan also clapped a few palms, but he didn't know what it was called. There were hundreds of short plays in Mianlian, and he hadn't seen them one by one.

They stood at the end, but a ghost in front of them heard it. When they looked back, they didn't realize that Song Futan was a living person. They might still be immersed in a spirit of enthusiasm, and introduced Lan He enthusiastically: "This is a new row. Yeah, today’s big axis drama is called "Come and Seek Ghost Officials!"

Lan He: "???

The news of the underworld spread quickly, and the launch of literary and artistic works was also fast, actually acting me?

Lan He hadn't thought about it, but felt a slight pain in his heart:

I am still a little transparent in the 38th line. I haven’t played a protagonist since my debut. I adapted my play. "I" are all protagonists...