In the center of the city, there is usually a small street or a small district. The street is very old and the houses are very old, which is incompatible with the surrounding high-rise buildings.
Generally, such places are scenic spots or areas inhabited by local indigenous people. They are neither poor nor rich. They contain a rhythm of life that does not belong to a modern city but have the eccentricities of a modern city.
This city also has a place like this, an old neighborhood in a prime location. No matter how the outside world changes, it will always be old and quiet.
An electric car stopped for a moment as it passed by the entrance of the alley. A little girl got out of the car and went straight to the place selling burritos next to it.
"Brother Zhang picks up after school every year?"
At the fortune-telling stall at the entrance of the alley, the radio was broadcasting some news of the day. The fortune-teller with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks was sitting there with a smile on his face, greeting the young people next to the electric car.
The young man's name is Zhang Jiachang, and he is the owner of a milk tea shop in this alley. Although he is not very old, he has been relatively mature since he was a child. People who are about the same age, even three or five years older than him, would call him Brother Zhang.
"Have you not seen your girlfriend these days?"
Zhang Jiachang was obviously familiar with this fortune teller, and he spoke like an old friend. He took a sign from the stall, but it was blank. Zhang Jiachang shook his head helplessly.
"It's yellow." The man called Mouse pointed to a sign behind him: "People think I'm a bad fortune teller. What do you think I should do? Brother Zhang, please stop smoking. You smoke one every day." It’s a free sign, is it interesting?”
Zhang Jiachang smiled helplessly but didn't say anything. People know their own things when drinking water, and he himself is not much better. Who can still make a living in this place in this era? A share of ancestral property. As for fortune telling, of course he knew that there was no way to tell his own destiny and no one dared to tell it. Drawing lots was just a matter of luck.
"Hey, I heard that there has been a murder case in our city recently?" The fortune teller raised his head and looked at Zhang Jiachang: "It is said that young girls are specially selected to kill."
"I'm not sure about that. I went back first. There's no one in the store." Zhang Jiachang smiled and waved his hand, and then suddenly changed the topic: "Don't cause trouble to me if it's okay."
The mouse smiled and nodded, and said nothing more. He just sat there and continued to support his "one hundred and twenty-year-old" fortune-telling stall.
In fact, although Zhang Jiachang said he didn't know, how could he have no news in a place like this where people come and go. The city has not been peaceful recently, there have been several cases in a row, and the methods of committing the crimes were cruel and weird.
These things should not be spread randomly, because they may cause panic, but there is no airtight wall in the world, and some news will still leak out.
But curiosity is curiosity, and this kind of matter should be left to professionals to solve after all. There is no need for him, a milk tea seller, to know anything.
Not long after Zhang Jiachang returned with Nian Nian, when the mouse poured a glass of water from the thermos bottle to make some coffee, a girl carrying a bag sat on the stool opposite him with a smile on her face.
"Fortune teller, are you so clever?"
The mouse raised his head, glanced at the girl and laughed: "Be respectful and sincere, and you will be wise. Does the girl tell fortunes?"
"How do you calculate it?" The girl looked at the mouse curiously: "Do you have a certificate of release?"
"It's free to ask for a signature. It depends on your mood to interpret the signature." Mouse handed over the lottery tube: "Three and a half yuan is not too little, and three thousand and five thousand is not too much."
The girl pursed her lips and took the lotus tube, and then started to shake it. Judging from her technique, it seems that she is the kind of child whose family believes in this and has often followed her family to the temple since she was a child. She is very skilled in her technique.
"Hey, girl." Mouse suddenly reached out and pressed the lottery tube: "I have a new way to play, do you want to try it?"
"What kind of gameplay?"
"Draw blind lots. You can draw whatever you like. I'll explain it to you. If you find it effective, you can come back and fulfill your wish. The blind lottery costs five yuan."
The girl found it interesting when she heard it. After all, she had only heard of blind box drawing before, but never heard of blind lot drawing. She happily gave the mouse five dollars, then drew one and signed it out.
"Hey! You can't look at it."
The mouse pressed the girl's sign again, stopping her from turning her wrist. He took the signature from her hand. After seeing the signature and then looking at the girl's face, the mouse frowned.
"Come on, girl. Give me your birthday number."
"11:45 pm on June 6, 1998, from G city."
Mouse's brows furrowed even more tightly, he pressed a finger firmly on the upside-down sign, and pursed his lips: "A sincere heart leads to success, right?"
"Yeah." The girl also looked curious: "Is there any problem?"
"I said you do it." Mouse tapped the table with his finger: "Go all the way along this road, and when you see a small Taoist temple or milk tea shop, go in. Then before seven o'clock tomorrow, no matter what happens, Don’t even come out.”
"Why! I made an appointment." The girl was obviously confused: "We made an appointment to meet tonight."
The mouse didn't say anything, but with a smile on his face, he reached out and put the five dollars on the table into his pocket, and let the girl go like a mosquito.
After seeing the girl leave with a confused look on her face, he opened the stick and saw two lines of words written on it: If you can't think of a way out, your fate will be miserable in Quanguan.
Coupled with the girl's horoscope, it is the posture of "I have been thinking hard and there is no cure, the situation may be over", but her destiny is eighty-seven, so she should not give up at this time.
This shows that someone has used the art of changing fate against the heavens on her. This person is an expert and extremely vicious.
But the method to crack it is like child's play. As long as the girl listens to the letter and it works, then today is the day to break the method. If she doesn't listen, she will just end up with a new grave.
The girl hesitated for a long time. She had believed in this since she was a child, so when the fortune teller said this, she couldn't help but feel a little knotty in her heart. After checking that it was still early, she simply followed the path pointed by the fortune teller.
It was quite quiet along the way. After all, it was not the peak tourist season, and this place was not a popular spot for internet celebrities to check in, so there were not many pedestrians.
After walking for less than ten minutes, she saw a small Taoist temple. As mentioned, there was a milk tea shop next to the Taoist temple. The door of the Taoist temple was ajar, so she pushed the door open and walked into the small courtyard. middle.
There is nothing special about the small courtyard, except that there is a small bamboo forest next to it. There is a well in the bamboo forest. It looks like the scene of the midnight bell, which makes people feel nervous unconsciously.
Walking further inside, there is a "main hall". The main hall is only about a hundred square meters. There are Sanqing sculptures facing the door. There are fresh tributes on top, and there are three more under the altar table. futon.
But other than these things, there is nothing like a Taoist temple here, because there are TVs, computers, and even a washing machine in the corner. It is clearly someone's home.
Just when she was about to leave, a seven or eight-year-old girl walked in carrying a schoolbag. When she entered the "main hall", she just glanced at the stranger who suddenly broke in, and then climbed up on her own. On the altar table, I took two apples from the plate of fruit. After rubbing them on my clothes, one took a bite and the other handed it to the strange girl.
"Little sister...this is a tribute, isn't it?"
The little girl didn't say anything. She just pointed to the small notes on the pillars on both sides of the hall while eating the apple. There were eight words written on it: If your heart and mind know it, you will eat the tribute yourself.
Seeing this, the girl realized that this small temple was really a righteous temple, not one that worshiped evil gods. She took out three incense sticks from the sachet next to the altar table, lit them respectfully, and knelt on the futon. Add incense to the idol.
After finishing the incense, she turned to leave, but the moment she walked out, her feet slipped for no reason, and then she fell to the ground, hitting her head on the door frame. Yihei fainted like this.
But at this moment, the stick in Mouse's hand suddenly burned, and the original sign completely disappeared, replaced by: When the time comes, you will naturally meet a noble person, and you can live in peace with the iron wall.
The lottery also turned into a winning lottery due to the inexplicable spontaneous combustion.
But the girl who fell didn't think so. She felt herself being pulled up while lying on the ground, but she was so dizzy that she couldn't even speak. She could only open her eyes with difficulty and watch the person in front of her pull her up. He helped him up and placed him on the lounge chair in the main hall.
"Did she fall by herself?"
Zhang Jiachang, who rushed over after hearing the sound, looked curiously at the little girl next to him who was still eating an apple: "Forget it, let her lie down for a while first."
At this moment, Zhang Jiachang's phone rang. He picked it up and found that it was Mouse's phone.
"I'm busy and don't have time to play cards. Someone just fell and I have to take her to the hospital."
"Brother Zhang... dear brother, that girl is fine, just listen to me..."
Mouse told the man the general process, and then he understood the cause and effect, and then scolded him on the phone: "You are such a loser. If you don't want to bear the blame, why don't you blame me?"
"Brother Zhang! You are my biological son. Cause and effect are not your turn. Besides, if I really punished you, you would have been crushed and ashes. As the saying goes, if you have too many lice, you don't need to itch. If you have too many debts, you don't need to worry. . Do you still care about a little more of the overwhelming karma debt? I am different. I will still suffer the punishment of God. I will have to trouble you when the time comes. I am your biggest customer. Okay, we can't just look at the past. Tolerant and tolerant on a human level?”
"If there are medical expenses, you pay them."
"Okay... I have done good deeds and accumulated merit." The mouse sighed: "I won't talk anymore, it's business."
At this moment, the man who made the mouse so respectful squatted next to the injured girl, took a towel and put a cold compress on her forehead, then took a pinch of mint from the potted plant next to her, squeezed out the juice in his hand, and fed her In the girl's mouth.
"Nian Nian, you watch her while I go get busy. If she doesn't wake up after half an hour, you go and call me."
The little girl next to her nodded, then dragged the small table and stool over, and started doing her homework in the hall.
Zhang Jiachang got up and walked out through the other door, and came to the milk tea shop in front and started to get busy.
"Haha, I knew you were here."
Just as he handed the freshly made milk tea to the delivery boy, someone walked in at the door: "A cup of herbal tea."
"Are you off work or skipping work?" Zhang Jiachang raised his eyes and glanced at the person coming.
"I don't want to serve you anymore! I'm going to start my own business from tomorrow on. Huh?" The person who came suddenly raised his nose and got closer and smelled: "Zhang Jiachang! You have such a feminine scent! Where does it come from? Tell me!"
"You have such a bad nose! Can you smell this?"
