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"He is my dad."

A light word,

But it seems to bring out the effect of deafness.

The middle-aged man took out a cigarette from his pocket, bit himself a cigarette, and sent a cigarette to both Zhou Ze and Lao Tao.

The old road didn't move.

Zhou Ze took the cigarette calmly and lit it.

"How about it, have you thought about it?" The middle-aged man continued to persuade, "Relax, I won't pit you. I can show you the list I made, and then you will just have the same time with me. "

"You are such a good son."

Zhou Ze spit out a smoke ring and said.

The middle-aged man frowned slightly and sneered. "This is a deal, don't do it, let's talk."

He is not stupid, and of course he can hear the irony in Zhou Ze's words.

"Follow, why not follow." Zhou Ze said.

"Okay, five thousand, isn't it expensive? You have already placed one hundred thousand, two lists, one hundred thousand, and another five thousand will make you earn a steady profit."

When it comes to money, middle-aged men start to get excited and don't mind Zhou Ze's mockery.

"What if your father can't stand it?" Zhou Ze asked.

"How can he be my father, he also knows that I have also bet, rest assured, I will give him encouragement and let him die, even if he is dead, he will get a little bit and die again."

The middle-aged man has an expression under control,

this moment,

It seems that the father and son are together,

The deep friendship between father and son has already filled out, and people can not help moving and sighing.

"When do people die, can't say for sure." Zhou Ze reminded, "I'm not even sure if it's a ghost."

Ghosts can’t just take away the lives of living people. Of course, they can’t do it, but this is too expensive.

"Oh, I have the ability to let the ghost send my father away now."

The middle-aged man spit out another thick sputum, and then took out his mobile phone,

"You can transfer the money directly to me. I will show you my list immediately after the money is transferred."

"Bad way to turn your code stinky hi!"

Lao Tao directly grabbed his fist and smashed it towards the head of others.

"boom!"

The middle-aged man was stunned by this punch and fell to the ground. He stood up and wanted to resist, but the old eyes stared at him like a cow stare.

He counseled,

You really can't count on a man who depends on his father's life to make a fortune.

"You wait, you hit someone, I call the police!"

The man immediately touched his cell phone that had just fallen to the ground.

"Report, we are waiting."

Zhou Ze said.

The man's eyelids twitched. He didn't dare to call the police. He really didn't dare. At the moment, he picked up his phone. He glanced hard at the old man, then walked into the house, closed the door, and locked it from the inside.

The Taoist leader breathed a sigh of relief, turned around somewhat, looking at Zhou Ze, saying:

"Sorry, boss, impulsive."

"It's okay." Zhou Ze didn't care, and asked, "How come you are suddenly excited?"

"The biggest regret in the life of the poor Dao is that when my father was dying, the poor Dao were in the field and did not have time to come back to see him last.

This devil's speech really made the poor and sick, and it was a real beast. His conscience was eaten by the dog, and he made his father's life to make money. "

Zhou Ze shook his ashes and said nothing.

"Boss, you don't have any other feelings?" Dao asked, pursing his lips, "No one will be uncomfortable with this kind of beast?"

"I am an orphan."

"........." The old one.

Zhou Ze smiled and spit out a smoke ring, saying: "Actually, I have seen a lot of similar things in the hospital. At the beginning, I was very incomprehensible.

Even, very angry.

There is no filial son in front of a long-term bed. Of course, there are indeed many unfilial sons, but most people actually want to treat their family members.

Although the country's medical insurance and rural social security have been popularized and the medical conditions are improving year by year, if they really suffer from those terminally ill or severe illnesses, it is equivalent to using money to smash it into a bottomless hole. "

Zhou Ze threw out the cigarette **** in his hand and made a "smashing" action.

"Life is more important than money." Lao Tao still insists on his own opinion.

"Life is indeed more important than money, and ‘life is priceless’ is indeed a slogan familiar to everyone, but the value of anything can actually be measured, but it depends on the perspective from which you stand.

For example, in order to treat a seriously ill elder, he would borrow money from his family to make an ordinary family in poverty, and then the elder's disease may still not be cured, or he has left.

Then how should the family's life, children's education and future be treated?

I once encountered an old man who secretly ran out of the hospital. We found out that his son was very filial and willing to smash the pot and sell iron to treat him. He kneeled and begged him to return to the hospital to continue treatment.

But he did not want to drag down his son, saying that he would either let him go home and die, or he would rush to the road and let the car crash to death. In short, he didn't want to spend money on his son in the hospital. "

Rumor has it, pursed his lips.

"This is life's helplessness. This kind of helplessness runs through history, regardless of Chinese and foreign. People will always have to face some trade-offs, and these trade-offs are sometimes cruel."

The old man smiled bitterly: "Do you still call the police?"

"Report, why not report?" Zhou Ze looked at the old man and said: "Life is sometimes helpless, but life should not be profaned.

It can wither in frustration, but it should not be stirred in the septic tank.

Taking people's lives to gamble money, and taking their own lives as cockfighting, cockroaching, dogs, fun, and excitement, these people should go to hell.

After going back, I will give you some money, you burn it. "

As the old saying goes, he subconsciously rubbed his hands and squeezed:

"How embarrassing it is, boss, you should do things for you, isn't it one hundred thousand dollars, right? What's the big deal? I'm so stingy."

Immediately afterwards, as if afraid of Zhou Ze's repentance, he immediately continued:

"Boss, if you insist on giving it, I'm not good at blowing your face."

"You think too much. Burning paper money is to give you some virtue, and then surrender to surrender and report as a tainted witness. You are also involved in gambling, but it is estimated that the merits and demerits, plus the effect of money bills, will not matter."

"........." The old one.

Zhou Ze walked forward on crutches, and the old man followed his head with frustration, and he was probably drawing circles in his heart.

At this moment, Zhou Ze suddenly stopped.

"Boss, tired?" the old man asked.

The boss abused me thousands of times, and I treated the boss as my first love.

The basic principle of serving ghosts is very clear in the heart, otherwise he may turn you into a ghost.

"Some question, what time is it?" Zhou Ze asked.

"At four thirty in the afternoon." The old man glanced at the phone.

"Why is it so cloudy?" Zhou Ze extended his finger to the top of his head.

"It's going to rain." The old man guessed.

"But the weather forecast says that there is no rain today." Zhou Ze said.

"The weather forecast predicts that it will rain tomorrow with a probability of 80%. They estimate that there will be ten people on their stage and then raise their hands to vote. If eight people think it will rain, it will rain.

"So, where is it?" Zhou Ze pointed to the sky in the distance.

The old man looked at it and froze for a while, where there was no cloud and the sun was just right.

This bizarre and clear distinction is indeed shocking. It is important to know that this is not Yunnan or the plateau, but this is the Yangtze River Delta Plain. This kind of scene of sunrise in the east and rain in the west is still very rare.

"There is a problem." Zhou Ze said, and then he looked at a gate on the right, with the sign "Xin Rui Hospital" hanging on it, and there was a big clock inside the gate.

It's a big decorative clock with a big volume.

Zhou Ze pushed open the door and walked inside, the old man followed him.

"Hey, what do you do?"

At this time, the hospital security came.

This hospital is actually very small, and it is estimated that there is no qualification certificate. All the departments including the inpatient department are in a three-story building, and there is only one security guard, but it is not an old man, but he is wearing a security uniform but has a face. Man.

"Come and see." Zhou Ze replied.

"What's so beautiful," the security guard scolded.

"Hey, you have a problem with your brain, the hospital opens the door to prevent it from coming in, right?" Lao Tao straightened over.

Have you heard of it?

Poor domineering dogs,

Scare you!

Wait, what seems wrong?

"This is not a place to see a doctor. You have to go to another place to see a doctor. Also, this is a private place. Don't allow visiting, just walk around..."

The security guard wasn't too old-fashioned, just came up and prepared to catch people.

Zhou Ze looked at the big clock placed at the entrance of the hospital hall and was silent.

The old man stepped forward, and had direct physical contact with the security guard, and collided together.

My boss is doing something very important... I'm in a daze, but you can't bother!

"Do you want to do it?" The security guard pointed at the old man.

"Come on, you try!" The old man still went back.

Fist and kung fu, old-fashioned really uncomfortable!

"Do you know what this hospital does?" Zhou Ze looked at the big clock and said.

"Did you fart, this is a crematorium, and it has nothing to do with you, sensible, hurry up, lose money, don't run here to find trouble, find the dealer!"

The security guard shouted directly.

Zhou Ze nodded,

He seems to know.

Then Zhou Ze reached out and patted the old shoulder,

"Go."

"Boss, why are you so counseling today... relieved, haha, don't fight well, don't fight well, everybody is rich with money, and rich with money."

The old man made a haha, and then went out with Zhou Ze.

The security guard glanced at the two people who had gone out and "hummed" in the nose.

Walking to the street outside the door, Zhou Ze lit another cigarette.

The old way is a bit sloppy,

I always feel that this boss did not raise the gas so much as the last boss, and changed to the last boss. When the former boss forced to say "He is my dad", the former boss estimated that his dad would send white hair to the black-haired man immediately.

The boss in front of him is too law-abiding and self-disciplined.

"He is a living person, not under my control." Zhou Ze explained.

"Huh." The old man responded weakly.

"Old man, I don't like this place very much."

Zhou Ze said.

"I don't like poor roads," the old road echoed.

"What time is it?" Zhou Ze asked again.

"Four forty-three."

With a cigarette in his hand, Zhou Ze nodded and said:

"It's coming out."

…………

The security guard picked up the intercom and said, "Hey, monitoring room, the two people who just came in were driven away by me. It's not like losing money to get in trouble."

Just as he finished speaking these words, suddenly there was a dense noise from the intercom.

"Hello? Hello?" The security guard patted the intercom. "What a broken machine."

"Boom...Boom..."

The big clock around me rang,

The security guard turned his head subconsciously, then frowned, and then scratched his head closer, his mother, it wasn't the whole hour, what did you knock?

Four forty-three...four points.

At this moment, the security guard suddenly saw the sound of gear friction in the big clock, which was very loud and terrifying,

It also has a texture of crushing and splashing with juice, like a large piece of pork is stirred in a blender.

The security guard was confused and took a step back subconsciously,

Immediately after,

He saw from the big clock,

Slowly stretch out a hand,

This hand seems to have just been crushed by gears, completely bloody, and there is a dense layer of small holes on it,

One larvae probed the brain in the small hole,

This picture ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ is definitely a nightmare for patients with intensive phobia.

Ambient temperature,

Suddenly lowered,

People have the illusion of falling into the ice cellar.

The security guard was so terrified that he wanted to run, he wanted to shout, but his legs seemed to be filled with lead at this time, and he couldn't move at all.

This hand slowly grabbed the security guard by the neck,

A terrible force came from his arm, pulling the security guard closer to the big clock.

The security guard's face was squeezed against the outer wall of the big clock, and his face was almost deformed.

A trembling voice came from the intercom:

"What time...I...I...damn...damn...damn...no?"