I couldn't believe what I just heard, and my expression was stunned.
Mr. Kou is more confused and hesitant than me:
"My dad died six days ago?".
"Mr. Zhang was joking with me just now, right? You said my dad called yesterday?"
"How is this possible? My father has been dead for several days."
I also denied it and said, "I did have a phone call with Mr. Kou yesterday."
As I said that, I took out my phone and opened the call history to Master Kou.
Mr. Kou glanced at his phone and then at me.
I took a quick glance, and my heart skipped a beat.
There is no call history from yesterday at all, which means I didn’t call anyone yesterday, and no one answered my call.
My memory is not wrong. I did hear Mr. Kou’s voice yesterday, and Mr. Kou also asked me to come.
But looking at it now, the person who spoke to me yesterday was not Mr. Kou, but another inhuman thing.
I observed the expression on Mr. Kou's face when he spoke. There was no sign of lying in that expression.
In other words, Mr. Kou has really passed away...
I was speechless for a few seconds, feeling unspeakably heavy.
Mr. Kou, an old friend, helped me time and time again, saying that he would be of use to me and wanted to have a good relationship with me, but he still could not escape the bloody disaster.
He didn't ask me for help until he died. On the contrary, I owed him a lot of kindness, and now I can't repay the kindness no matter what.
Another friend has left...
Originally all the truth was about to come to light, but suddenly it was interrupted again.
But why did Mr. Fake Kou still ask me to come here yesterday?
I said stiffly: "Young Master Kou, can I go see Mr. Kou?".
Mr. Kou nodded repeatedly: "Of course you can. My dad has always wanted to see you before he was alive. Now that you can come see him, he will definitely be happy from ear to ear if he finds out."
"Mr. Zhang, wait here for a moment. I will give instructions to the store and then we will go."
When he stood up, he glanced at the rough stone the size of a human head:
"By the way, although the masters are off work, the people who cut the materials are still there."
"Mr. Zhang, you picked this rough stone. Although I paid the price, there is nothing between us. Let me help you cut the stone."
I rubbed my head with both hands, not caring about the rough stone, and nodded casually.
Master Kou took the stone and went out.
As soon as he went out, Master Kou found a sharp-eyed young man. He handed the stone out and ordered at the same time:
"Look carefully and look for good materials that look exactly the same."
The young man smiled and nodded, he understood what it meant.
The business of gambling on stones is thrilling and exciting.
Driving a car while riding a bicycle is nothing less than another kind of gambling.
Some people like to buy some rocks and try to unlock them, but rocks are not so easy to gamble with.
Basically, it is rare to find a good product or it is not even enough.
If you secretly change the material when dissecting the stone, the inferior product will become top quality.
The stone bettor was very happy.
Who would suspect that the material is not theirs even if it is good?
Master Kou often uses this trick on important human relationships, and a piece of material is nothing to the Kou family.
"Master Kou, is the original stone still unsolved?".
Mr. Kou waved his hand: "Throw it aside and sell it another day."
He had seen this stone before. Judging from the seed coat, stone material, and polishing, there was nothing surprising.
There were many stones in that pile of stones that were better than this one, but he didn't take any fancy to them. Naturally, he didn't bother to look at this stone.
Then he thought about the strange image wearing sunglasses and carrying a long box, and he still called out to the young man.
"Wait, let's untie it and take a look. Anyway, this stone is not as good as our material."
"Okay".
Master Kou came back after a while, holding a bag in his hand:
"Mr. Zhang, let's go, the car is ready."
"Um".
I got up and followed him out of the office. When I came to the door of the store, a car I couldn't name was parked there.
Although I don’t know what it’s called, I probably can’t afford to pay for it.
When Master Kou went to open the car door, a voice suddenly shouted from behind: "Master Kou!"
"Master Kou!".
"The stone opened! It opened!".
The young man chased him out with a stone the size of a human head. Young Master Kou made a fuss and gave him a look:
"Why are you so panicked?"
"The stone Mr. Zhang chose will definitely be right. You act like you have never seen the world."
He turned around and smiled apologetically at me: "He must have been shocked by the material you chose."
"I'm also curious why Mr. Zhang chose that stone. Although Mr. Zhang is wearing sunglasses, his eyes are very vicious."
Mr. Kou pretended to be curious and asked: "How is the quality? What kind is it?"
The young man didn't say anything, he just kept rolling his throat and handed the stone over.
Mr. Kou reluctantly took it and pushed open the cut material.
Suddenly his eyes narrowed sharply, as if he had seen a ghost.
He repeatedly wiped the large stone window with his sleeve.
Crystal clear, as gelatinous as jelly, full of ice... As clear as glass, pure, perfect floating flowers
You can already roughly identify it at a glance.
He twitched the corner of his mouth and said with a big smile: "Mr. Zhang, what a great thing, a top-quality glass-type floating jadeite rough stone!"
"Look".
He threw the stone into my hand, then rushed to the young man's side and asked in my ear: "Isn't there something wrong with this?"
"Do we have such good jadeite in stock in this store? Isn't it a bit big to give this jadeite to someone as a token of friendship?"
The young man looked confused: "How can we have this kind of jade in stock in our store? You cut it for that stone."
"That stone is of glass type."
"Ah?" Mr. Kou was stunned.
In his opinion, that piece of stone is at best a mid-range product, but what comes out of this is top-notch glass.
Wait...he pinched his eyebrows
He made a mistake in saying that, and Mr. Zhang chose this rough stone because he saw how extraordinary it was.
He said at that time that he would choose this piece, which was very good.
That Mr. Zhang can tell by just looking at him from a distance while wearing sunglasses?
Mr. Kou took a breath of air and was so shocked that he fell to the ground.
"No wonder he is my father's old friend. He looks younger than me. His eyesight is as if he has a X-ray device."
I played with the stones and asked, "Is Mr. Kou okay?"
"OK OK...".
Mr. Kou responded and ran back and got into the cab, and I got in the car too.
In the car, Master Kou couldn't help but ask, "How did Mr. Zhang find out?"
"To be honest, I took a look at this stone, but nothing happened. Even if other people came to see it, I don't think I would take another look at it. Why, Mr. Zhang, did you dare to choose it after just a distant look?" .
I said concisely and confusedly: "What I did was a blind cat bumping into a dead mouse."
"I'm surprised that this was given."
Mr. Kou said tentatively: "If Mr. Zhang wants to keep this stone, I will have someone install it for you later. If you want to sell it,"
"Please give me a chance. I have always wanted to collect such a piece of material."
Me: "Didn't you buy this material?".
Mr. Kou touched his nose and said, "You chose this material, I just paid for it, so it is considered yours."
"What I say is like a nail. If you give it to me for free, then I don't want it. If I want it, my dad will definitely come and strangle me in the middle of the night."
"Okay, you can just give it to me." I put it on the passenger seat. It was useless to hold it by myself.
It's better to exchange it for money. Besides, it was thanks to the Kou family that he came across this stone.
Whether it was for the sake of Mr. Kou's face or because of Mr. Kou's human skills, this material should be given to him.
Master Kou's eyes were full of joy, and his eyes drifted to the material countless times.
I'm a little worried about whether there will be a car accident.
.............
I thought Master Kou would take me to a cemetery or something,
But I didn't expect him to take me to the funeral home.
When we arrived at the place, it was already dark.
There were a few pale yellow lights on in the funeral parlor.
A dim light bulb hangs on the gloomy door.
The surrounding woods are nothing but silence and darkness.
From outside the funeral home, cries came from near and far away, miserable cries.
I retrieved the knife box from the car and frowned, "Is Mr. Kou not buried yet?"
Master Kou lit a cigarette and blew out a wisp of white mist that blended into the night:
"No, this is what my dad meant."
"Before he died, he specifically asked me to keep his body in morgue for seven days, and he could not be cremated but must be buried."
"No matter what happens after seven days, he will be buried immediately without delay."
We walked towards the funeral home,
The cries of young and old grew closer, and from time to time there was the sound of something hitting the iron fence.
The several-story old building of the funeral parlor is nestled in the deep forest. This place is far away from the urban crowds.
Along the way we didn’t see any vehicles or people moving around.
Only when I came in did I meet a security guard who was dozing off.
Major Kou buttoned up his coat and tightened his clothes: "Why is this place so cold?"
"My father felt the same way. There were so many places to choose from, but he had to park the body in this place."
"Did Mr. Kou choose this place?", I asked.
Mr. Kou: "That's not true. My dad is also weird. He actually thought about everything in advance, including stopping for seven days, choosing a place to bury the body, etc."
I slowed down a little; "Young Master Kou, how did Mr. Kou die?" '
Mr. Kou: “The medical test shows sudden death.”
"But I don't think so, because my dad seemed to know that he was going to die. A lot of strange things happened that day."
"Strange thing? If possible, please tell me, Mr. Kou."
"Of course there is no problem. There is nothing to avoid about Mr. Zhang's matters."
Mr. Kou had a complicated look on his face and started talking a little bit: "Speaking of weirdness, my dad was a little weird a few months ago."
"He often locked himself in the house without eating or drinking. If anyone knocked on the door, he would be scolded. This lasted for several months."
"And his mood was very unstable. Sometimes he would be nice to others in the morning, but then he would be extremely irritable in the afternoon. During those days, several of the employees in the store and the bosses he cooperated with were scolded by my father and left."
Mr. Kou said with a grimace: "It's just a small matter to have a bad temper. After all, I am an old man and I want to be tolerant."
"What happened next made my scalp numb. My dad suddenly started buying chickens, snakes and other animals one day and carrying them into the room without knowing what to do."
"One night I saw that my dad's room was still lit, so I lay on the ground and peeked through the crack in the door to see what my dad was doing these days."
"Guess what I saw? Blood all over!"
"Scarlet blood almost covered the entire ground. I couldn't see anything but blood. I was so frightened that I fell to the ground. This movement also attracted my dad's attention. There was movement outside from inside."
"I was afraid of being caught, so I hid behind the stairs."
"There was a lot of movement in the room. The door creaked open, but no one came out. The door seemed to open out of thin air, but there were footprints on the ground, a line of dazzling bloody footprints!"
"I was so frightened that I ran back to the room and locked the door, regardless of the noise."
"Within a minute, I heard the sound of people going upstairs. The sound was louder with every step."
"I hid behind the door and didn't dare to make a sound. I didn't know if it was my father or who was behind the door. Soon the footsteps came outside my room, and then there was a knock on my door."
"Dong dong...dong dong... He knocked a few times and asked me if I was asleep. That was my dad's voice. This made me suddenly relieved and just about to respond."
"But I looked out from the crack of the door worriedly, only to find that there was no one outside the door at all!".
"My dad was still knocking on the door outside, calling me, asking if I was asleep. His knocking on the door became louder and louder, and finally he asked me to open the door for him."
"How could I dare to open the door in this situation? I could only cover my mouth and lean against the door, not daring to make a sound. I don't know how long it took for the knocking on the door to stop. The person who looked like my father seemed to be gone."
"Then I blocked the door with a table. That night, I didn't fall asleep until I was so sleepy in the second half of the night. When I woke up, the first thing I looked at was the door."
"Fortunately, the table is firmly blocking the door and there is no trace of movement."
"I think everything last night was just an illusion or a dream."
"When I put on my shoes and got out of bed, I saw a line of bloody footprints beside my bed."
