Han Sanpin also knew Chu Ping's temperament, so he didn't say anything more. He just told him that if he wanted to go back to the police station one day, just tell him.
After Chu Ping hung up the phone to Han Sanpin, his face turned gloomy.
He had not thought about the bus company.
"That eldest sister is dead...could it be Lu Chao's fault?"
Chu Ping remembered the figure from Tiantai Mountain who smiled strangely at him when he was chatting with the security guard in the security room at the entrance of the bus company.
"I haven't heard of anything happening there before. Is it because I've been there?"
Chu Ping fell into deep thought.
"It looks like the bus company really needs to make a trip."
Chu Ping looked at the reddish-brown diary on the bedside table.
"It will depend on it then, but when did you enter the house?"
Chu Ping remembered that he had put it on the table in the living room before going to bed, but why did it suddenly appear on his bedside table in the morning.
"Is it sleepwalking?"
Just when Chu Ping felt strange, the reddish-brown diary trembled slightly, and then the pages opened.
For some reason, Chu Ping always felt that the red mark that stained half of the paper today was darker than yesterday.
The diary was turned to a blank page. Chu Ping thought that a human head would suddenly appear like last night. What he didn't expect was that what appeared was lines of text.
This made Chu Ping, who was already prepared to be frightened, inevitably feel a little disappointed.
"Did you like your date last night?"
Chu Ping was stunned for a moment before he realized that Jiang Qing was talking about the date he had in his dream.
"That dream... was it caused by you?"
"What else? Do you like it?"
Chu Ping's face was gloomy, but his heart was really happy. The feeling was as exciting and surprising as the first erotic dream, and it was also endlessly memorable.
He wouldn't mind having Meng Jiangqing like this a few more times.
"Your body won't be able to bear it, young man. Enough is enough."
Jiang Qing seemed to have an insight into Chu Ping's thoughts. She started to preach to Chu Ping as if her sister had come from the past.
"······"
Regarding this matter, Chu Ping chose not to answer.
"I guess I have to go to the bus company, but then again, why don't you become that..."
Chu Ping made a shape of a head with his hands.
"I'm too weak during the day. It's already good to be able to talk to you through words. If you want to read my words, just wait until after dark, and I'll let you read all you want."
After Chu Ping saw what Jiang Qing wrote, he felt a little cold in his heart for some reason. When he thought of a human head appearing in front of him after dark, he couldn't help but shiver all over.
Chu Ping called Han Sanpin again and asked about the specific case of the bus company. After getting a very vague answer, Chu Ping wanted to hang up the phone.
"Chu Ping, come to my house tonight. Your third aunt will prepare delicious food and introduce you to a friend."
"Friend? Female?" Chu Ping sniffed and glanced at the reddish-brown diary lying on the bedside table unconsciously.
"Well, your third aunt's cousin's child comes to Huaxi City to work and has been living in my house for the past few days. He is pretty and doesn't have a boyfriend yet."
When he said the last sentence, Han Sanpin deliberately emphasized his tone.
"Well, I have..."
Before Chu Ping could refuse, Han Sanpin hung up the phone.
"I guess I regret making this call."
Chu Ping threw his phone on the bed.
The reddish-brown diary was flipped through again and again, looking like a little girl having a tantrum.
"You think I want to go?"
Chu Ping didn't know why he said such words. After he said it, he felt very strange.
"Why should I tell you this?"
The diary stopped at the blank page, with bloodshot eyes and bloody words appearing on it.
"You just want to go, you just want to see beautiful women."
Okay, I got angry.
Chu Ping ignored Jiang Qing and let the reddish-brown diary flip through the pages randomly.
"I remembered to put it here..."
Chu Ping searched through boxes and cabinets for a long time, and finally found what he was looking for in a corner.
"Hey, good brother, I didn't expect to use you again."
Chu Ping pulled out a black swing stick from the corner. The stick was covered with dust and looked like it had not been moved for a long time.
Chu Ping held it in his hand and tried shaking it a few times, then nodded with satisfaction.
"Ever since I was forcefully dragged to the police academy by my third uncle, this thing has been kept there. Hehe, it still feels the same as before. Not bad, not bad."
Chu Ping inserted the root into his lower back with a face full of joy.
"If I encounter a woman with a crack this time, I should be able to fight."
Chu Ping knew that he would not be able to escape when he went to Han Sanpin's place at night. What he was worried about was encountering the strange beings he encountered last time. Although he had a diary in his hand, he would not risk his life. In Jiang Qing's case, you still need to be strong to fight, so it is definitely right to find something to defend yourself.
"Come on, let me take you to see if last night's dinner is still there."
Chu Ping didn't care about the diary that had been flipping pages randomly, put it directly into his arms, and then went out and went downstairs.
Chu Ping's car was still in the repair shop. He could have gone to pick it up yesterday. However, Chu Ping had been sleeping since he came back from the central hospital to prepare for the evening operation, so he didn't have time to pick it up.
"It's really inconvenient not to have a car. It's not easy to park at the flea market. I have to go to the flea market first and then pick up the car."
Chu Ping made up his mind, then raised his hand to stop a taxi.
"Master, go to the Beicheng District flea market."
Ten minutes later, the taxi stopped in front of the flea market. Chu Ping paid the taxi fare and got out of the car.
The flea market is one of the few lively places in Beicheng District. No matter when you come here, it is always very lively.
After Chu Ping entered the flea market, he went directly to Old Xie Tou's place.
Old Xie Tou's fortune-telling stall was no longer there, replaced by second-hand books one after another. Old Xie Tou was sitting on the horse with a haggard look, nodding his head.
Seeing that Old Xie Tou was already here, Chu Ping felt a lot relieved. He knew that he must have been awake all night last night, so he sat on the horse and took a nap.
Chu Ping didn't wake up Lao Xie, he just said hello to Mickey Mouse beside him and turned around to leave.
When Chu Ping came back, he was carrying two drawers of xiaolongbao in one hand, and was stuffing a half-bitten xiaolongbao into his mouth with the other hand.
"Brother, you haven't had anything to eat this morning. This drawer of steamed buns is for you."
Chu Ping handed one of the drawers of small steamed buns to Brother Mickey Mouse, who was selling calligraphy, painting and antiques. After all, if he hadn't told him the address of Old Xie Tou, he wouldn't have been able to find his home last night, and he wouldn't have mentioned it to Jiang Qing. Have a "big meal".
