13 last bus 2

Chapter 19: Invitation to God in Guan Zhizhong

Guan Zhizhong's office was filled with smoke. He leaned on the back of the chair behind the desk and looked at the paper letters unfolded on the table, his eyes blurred.

Standing opposite, Chen Chen asked worriedly:

"I suspect now that the two lives in the factory have something to do with the people I met on the last train. Don't you believe it?"

Guan Zhizhong just swallowed his breath, as if he was recalling something, he came back to his senses after a while, and asked hysterically:
"Tell me, the family you saw on the last train? What do they look like!"

Chen Chen lowered his head and took out the group photo of Zhou Guanfu and the family of three that Aunt Zhao had given him from his pocket, and put it on the table.

Guan Zhizhong only glanced at it, then his body shook suddenly, and the cigarette he was holding in his right hand dropped on his trouser leg.

He hurriedly stood up, ignoring the holes in his trousers, pointing to the photo and asking in horror:

"Impossible, did you read it wrong? Are they the people in the car? Are they still alive?"

In Chen Chen's impression, Guan Zhizhong, who has always been prudent, has never lost his composure like today. Seeing him like this proved his guess to be correct. Inextricably linked.

"I read that right, they are a family of three, chatting and laughing with me!"

Guan Zhizhong stared at the photo in disbelief. After a while, his body stiffened like a doll with a broken thread, and he collapsed on the chair.

After only such a short while, he seemed to have aged a bit, and asked blankly:
"What did he, they, tell you?"

"This is what I want to ask you. What does the dead Gu Jianhui, Mr. Zhong, and you have to do with them? Do you know Zhou Guanfu? Did he die in our factory?"

Guan Zhizhong took a deep breath, shook his hands, and lit a cigarette again.

"Okay, this matter has nothing to do with you, you don't have to worry about it!"

Sure enough, like Mr. Zhong, he still refused to speak.

Chen Chen was a little anxious, leaning his hands on the desk and questioning:

"What happened, shut down the factory, is there any secret that you can't even die? My friend is very powerful, he can help"

"I don't need your help!" Before Chen Chen finished speaking, Guan Zhizhong yelled out firmly.

The atmosphere in the room was delicate. After a while, Guan Zhizhong took a few puffs of cigarettes and said lightly:

"Okay, I know what's in my mind. If you haven't lied, I advise you not to get involved. Go as far as you can."

Seeing that Guan Zhizhong's attitude was extremely firm, the words had come to this point, it was impossible to find out anything more from his mouth.

Chen Chen put away the photos on the table in disappointment, opened the door and went out.

A few days later, the police finally heard the news.

There was no trace left by a third person at the scene. Gu Jianhui probably climbed up the hanging beam along the warehouse gate, fixed his ankle with a rope, and then pulled out his own tongue and died. The same is true for old man Zhong. hands, killed himself.

As soon as the results came out, the employees in the factory exploded, and many people resigned and ran away that day.

The negative impact was huge, and another assembly line in the ice cream factory was closed.Guan Zhizhong's hard work in the past few years is about to come to naught.

The next day, as soon as Chen Chen got off the night shift, he saw Guan Zhizhong flattering him back and forth, and welcomed a gentleman in. This man was wearing sunglasses, wearing plain clothes, and his wrists and neck were covered with accessories.

I heard that the factory manager has invited a gentleman, and everyone has nothing to do, and a swarm of bees came out to watch the excitement.

After entering the courtyard, the husband led the crowd with his hands behind his back, from the west of the factory to the east of the factory. After walking around, he nodded his head twice.

Guan Zhizhong bent over to the side, not understanding what he meant, so he leaned forward and asked in a low voice:

"Sir, is there a problem?"

That gentleman twirled the bead string in his hand, I can't see it with naked eyes, it's right here, find me a quiet place, I have to invite my fairy house to come down and have a look.

Guan Zhizhong nodded again and again, according to his intention, hurriedly welcomed him into an abandoned warehouse in the West Factory.

The husband asked his assistant to put the incense burner at the door, took out three long sticks of incense and lit it, muttering something, respectfully inserted the incense into the incense burner.

Then the gentleman sat on the ground, slowly closed his eyes, the cigarette was lingering, and he burned two short and one long. After a few minutes, he began to shake his head.

There was a crowd of people around the warehouse door. Seeing the situation, Sun Nadui took out a handful of melon seeds from his pocket and handed them to Chen Chen:

"Eat and watch, Daxian'er will be on her body soon!"

Chen Chen glared at him, and Sun Na gave a "tsk" to Niu Jun before turning around and giving it to Niu Jun.

At first, the husband just shook his neck upwards, but gradually, his shaking became more and more severe, his shoulders shook back and forth, and then his whole body began to shake. The surrounding colleagues who had never seen this scene were also worried.

suddenly!

The gentleman recovered from the shaking, he took a deep breath, half-opened his eyes, and began to speak in a strange way.

"I am the Xuanhuang boy on the [-]th dome of the Ten Thousand Immortals Cave Mansion in Penglai Mountain. Let me report your birthday!"

Standing in front of the crowd, Guan Zhizhong pursed his lips when he saw Da Xian'er coming, and quickly knelt down to announce his birthday in the lunar calendar.

After the man heard this, he began to calculate with his right hand, and said after a long while:

"Guan Zhizhong, you are a dead man, and you happened to be caught in a fire this year. In this factory, there are dead people running towards you. Have you burned people to death before?"

At this point, the audience was in an uproar.

Everyone, look at me, and I look at you, that pair of Sun was knocking sunflower seeds, and suddenly choked up after hearing this.

Guan Zhizhong knelt in front of Da Xian'er and shivered, and began to sweat.

In this winter, beads of sweat visible to the naked eye rolled down his forehead continuously.

"Daxian'er, look, what should I do!"

Daxian raised his half-closed eyelids.

"What else can I do, this person is too angry, run away!"

Guan Zhizhong loves the factory like his life. He has lived and boarded here for many years. He is a typical workaholic. When he was told to leave, he still felt a little bit hard to let go.

"Can I not leave, Daxian'er, think of a way, I don't want to leave!"

Daxian stopped talking and sat quietly for a while before saying:

"I can help you deal with it, but from now on, you have to support me well!"

"Provide, support, as long as you can help me get rid of this trouble, I will offer you incense and tribute every day, no matter how much you spend!"

Hearing that Daxianer was willing to help, Guan Zhizhong was overjoyed, and finally showed a hint of excitement with his throat trembling.

As soon as the words fell, the gentleman suddenly began to shake violently again. This time, the shaking was even stronger than at the beginning. His head turned back and forth like a rattle, and he heard the bones in his body tremble. It started to sound like a "click".

Everyone was stupefied with fright, wondering if this was what Da Xian'er was doing, no one dared to speak out, not even to take a breath.

Everyone just stared at Mr., his body was shaking back and forth, the veins on his face were bulging, and he seemed to be in great pain. After a while, he suddenly lowered his head, his hair was disheveled, and he remained motionless.

Guan Zhizhong swallowed his saliva, knelt and leaned forward to see the face of his husband.

"Daxian'er, is it over?"

The gentleman raised his head in an instant, his face was purple and blue, and his black eyes turned up "whoosh".

Showing the whites of his eyes, staring at Guan Zhizhong, crying and laughing at the top of his lungs, he shouted frantically:
"Guan Zhizhong, I told you to die!"

After shouting, Mr. staggered his hands around his neck, dug his nails in, and pulled out his tongue with his own hands in full view of everyone!

Died suddenly.

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(End of this chapter)