"No, take it, take it all!"
When Jiang Chen threw the bank card over, Uncle Wei threw it back again.
"I eat and use the food from the bureau, and it doesn't cost me a penny."
This is true.
When Jiang Chen went to the Finance Department to swipe his card, there was a total of 36 million in the card, not a penny less. Uncle Wei probably hadn't touched any money since he retired thirty years ago.
He paid 50,000 yuan, half of his monthly salary.
There is 35.95 million left on this card.
Such a huge sum of money was casually thrown away by Uncle Wei.
At this moment, he was standing on the steps outside the building, holding a cigarette in his hand, his old body hunched over, and his face facing away from the sun full of smiles.
He shouted a little narrowly: "Boy!"
"Uncle, I am of humble strength and cannot find a mantle to pass on. I will give all my wealth to you. When I die, you wrap me in a straw mat, dig a bigger hole and bury me. Put two cigarettes in front of the grave." ,how?"
Jiang Chen seemed to want to refuse.
Uncle Wei was excited.
The puff of cigarette he inhaled was suffocating, and he coughed violently, making his face turn red.
"Cough cough cough~ I'm old, I'm old!"
"It's useless. I'm afraid it won't be long before I come to see you... Captain, Xiaowan..."
He looked at the horizon, his cloudy eyes full of memories.
Then he glared at Jiang Chen: "Boy! You don't know how to settle such a good deal? One straw mat and two cigarettes, in exchange for half of my life savings, the old man, but there is no shop like this after passing this village!"
Jiang Chen nodded silently this time and put the card into his pocket.
"Okay, after you die, I will collect your body."
"But please try to die as normal as possible. If there are too many pieces, I'm afraid I won't be able to roll them all on one mat."
Hearing this, the old man immediately stared and scolded with joy and anger: "You are not willing to part with multiple straw mats. You are such a tough guy. You are exactly the same as me back then."
Having said that.
Seeing Jiang Chen come down, he seemed extremely happy. He took a deep breath of cigarette, pulled Jiang Chen to sit down on the steps, and talked about his experiences in his youth.
At that time, there were not many supernatural incidents.
But Wei Changwu was unlucky and had to bump into him once. He still remembers that night, a fire broke out in his relatively well-to-do home, people were eating people, and there was blood everywhere.
Someone escorted him to escape.
But after escaping for a few miles, the man became weird.
Wei Changwu sighed for a while and jokingly said that if that incident hadn't happened, he would have been a young master in that era.
He also talked to Jiang Chen about his mother, who was a very gentle woman.
I also have a younger sister who likes to wear a bun and run behind a big yellow dog.
My father was a well-known good man for dozens of miles around. That night he brought back a coffin, but none of the dozens of members of his family had a good death...
As they chatted, Jiang Chen couldn't help but feel moved.
It's not that I was moved. People's sorrows and joys are not the same.
What moved him was that after chatting with the old man for so long, he didn't contribute any ghostly energy.
He stared at Uncle Wei for a long time.
After making sure that he didn't feel any malice from the other party, Jiang Chen breathed a sigh of relief.
At one point he even guessed.
The other party's experience is all fabricated. In fact, he is a pawn inserted into the underworld by the dark alliance.
But thinking about it carefully, it wasn't right. Some of the things I said before would cause mood swings, but there was still no trace of ghostliness.
Moreover, the experience that Uncle Wei talked about does not seem to be a lie. He should indeed have had such a lamentable past.
After the death of his family, he joined the Yin Cao, followed the captain to deal with supernatural incidents, and saved those who had the same experience as him.
In the end, he watched his teammates die in front of him one by one.
Over the past ten years, my heart has been filled with despair. All my old friends have passed away. Only I am left standing guard at the door of the Yincao Branch where we have worked together, watching the new hopes of generations ignited, and remembering the people and things in the past.
have to say.
Uncle Wei's experience gave Jiang Chen a lot of understanding of the current era.
The resurgence of terror is no longer a simple statement that there is a ghost in the world.
It’s about generations of pain and despair.
It was almost noon when Jiang Chen left. Uncle Wei might have his own secrets, but he was definitely not a treacherous person.
He didn't care too much.
Tens of millions is nothing to Jiang Chen, who owns one-third of the Gu Group.
However, the old man has guarded Jiangbei for his whole life, and Jiang Chen can be regarded as growing up in Jiangbei.
He lacked someone to die with, so he could only do it with a little effort.
Take a taxi home.
On the road.
Jiang Chen checked and found that he had harvested nearly 10,000 ghost energy today, which was very good. After all, there was no risk, and he did not have to face those cruel and vicious ghosts.
Almost picked it up for free.
However, the reason why I have gained so much is because it is the first time I adopt such a wake-up method, and the emotional feedback of the negative emotions is relatively large.
Jiang Chen estimates that the harvest will be much smaller in the future, but in a month, he should still be able to get one hundred thousand ghost energy.
"It's cool. If there hadn't been too many crises recently, I wouldn't have to go on missions. I'd wake up people at the Yincao branch every day. In one year, I'd almost have king-level strength!"
Jiang Chen murmured, having a sweet dream.
But the current situation obviously does not allow him to do this. Crises are rising on all sides, and even Uncle Wei's previous words contain some very dangerous messages.
This old man, who was burdened with some kind of secret, seemed to feel that he would not live long.
"Troubled times..."
Jiang Chen shook his head and lay down in the back seat of the taxi, feeling a rare hint of fatigue.
After arriving home.
He opened the Underworld app, and there was an extra page on it, which was Yincao's special permissions.
Enter "sick building".
There are many results from the search, the most important of which are nine files, namely the first to eighth wards, and a file marked in red - [Cursed Hospital] (Happiness Mental Hospital)
Jiang Chen checked them one by one, and the more he looked, the more frightened he became.
When he got to know the Seventh Sick Building before, it was said that the strongest one there was only the Bloody Clothes. At that time, he thought that the Sick Building was just an incident with a threat level around B.
Only now do I understand.
The origin of Sick Building is so great!
After he read it, he summarized the information.
There is a hospital called Xingfu Mental Hospital, which admits many disabled people with physical deformities or psychological distortions.
It is said that what this hospital advocates is to allow these abnormal human beings to have the same happiness as ordinary people.
It sounds wonderful.
But in fact, after these people entered the hospital, they became more and more unfortunate, and soon died one by one.
They all cursed this hospital before they died, and from a certain day onwards, Xingfu Mental Hospital became more and more weird.
In the end, everyone who knew this hospital called it the Cursed Hospital.
By this time, this hospital had already become an unshakable behemoth, so terrifying that even the underworld Yama suffered great losses at its hands!
