Chapter 36 The paper man begs for his life

Sleeping until midnight, I suddenly heard a rustling sound outside the house.

Someone is in the yard.

I didn't turn on the light, quietly put on my coat, went out through the back door, and went around to the side of the room to observe in the shadows.

There were two people in the yard, wearing cotton coats, woolen hats and cotton masks. They were carrying buckets in one hand and brushing something quickly on the bedroom door with the other.

After brushing for a few times, the two squatted down and put something on the ground at the door, then ran away with buckets. They didn't go through the gate, climbed the fence and left the yard, and then squatted in a dark corner without moving.

Taking advantage of the dark shadow, I quietly walked around behind the two of them, took out a cigarette, crushed one, sprinkled the tobacco inside on the two of them, pricked the back of their necks with a needle, and then retreated to the corner of the courtyard. In the shadows.

The two of them didn't realize anything. They squatted there stupidly, stretching their heads and looking into the yard.

Not long after, a bat flew over. After hovering in the air, it quickly landed and hit the door, making a snapping sound, as if someone was slamming the door.

This trick makes the ghost knock on the door in the middle of the night.

A typical show-off technique.

Use eel blood to make a handprint shape on the door. When the bats smell the smell, they will come and peck at the blood clots, causing a knock on the door. When people in the house hear the noise and open the door, the bats will be frightened and fly away. People who don't know why will think that there is someone. The ghost is knocking on the door.

I couldn't help but laugh, went back into the house through the back door, turned on the light, and opened the door.

The violent slamming on the door suddenly stopped.

The door panel was covered with dense bloody handprints.

There was a paper figure standing on the ground in front of the door, with his hands forward, holding a ghost coin.

I picked up the paper figurine and took a look at the Ming coins. The face value was 90 million!

In the past two days, I treated nine children and received 9,000 yuan as a tribute.

Real money can beg for mercy, but ghost money can beg for life.

This is threatening me.

It is natural for me to open a clinic and treat patients who come to me. Even if it affects the other party's plan, they should first talk to me according to the rules and ask me to stop continuing the treatment. This is the right thing to do.

But they didn't say anything. It was too rude to come up and make the paper man beg for his life.

This reminds me of Xiao Dingxian and Yao Daxian.

It's exactly the same style.

The charlatans and sorcerers in Jincheng are so rude. They all have little abilities and bad tempers, and they all have the air of being the boss or the second in command.

I think it is necessary to teach them what basic courtesy is.

A low voice called from the walkie-talkie behind him, "Mr. Zhou, Mr. Zhou?"

I closed the door, put the paper man and the ghost coins on the table, and picked up the walkie-talkie to reply.

"It's okay, it's not that person, these two don't need to worry about them."

"Copy that, be careful."

Putting down the walkie-talkie, I carefully wiped the bit of blood on the needle onto the paper figurine, took a dark red incense stick, strung the paper figurine, the ghost coin and a big coin together, lit the incense stick, and inserted window sill incense burner, then go to bed and continue sleeping.

When I woke up in the morning, the incense had burned out, and the paper man and the ghost coins had burned a round hole, fell into the incense burner, and were filled with incense ashes.

After finishing my morning classes, I took a paper man with a lot of money and a small money cup filled with gray stuff, and went straight to the village police station.

Although it was early, Lao Cao was indeed there. When he saw me coming, he asked with a smile: "I was very busy yesterday. Why did you think of coming to see me? Why did you regret going to go? No chance. I tore up the post." "

I shook my head, put the small money cup on the table, and pushed it in front of Lao Cao, "This was taken out from the left foot of the child who came to see the doctor in the past two days."

"Show me what this thing is for. I don't understand the ways of you charlatans." Although Lao Cao said this, he still picked up the small coin cup and looked at it carefully, and then his expression became solemn, "Ashes?"

I nodded on the table and said, "Human ashes!"

Lao Cao was stunned for a moment, then immediately pushed the cup out and muttered: "I will retire in ten months."

I put the paper man and the ghost coin on the table and said: "I heard from the doctor who treated the children before that there have been many children with similar symptoms in recent times. If they can't be cured, they will be prescribed antipyretics and go home for observation. Some of them will persist." The fever has not gone away for half a month. I can cure this problem, but last night someone made a paper man to beg for his life. You keep saying that I don’t care about this? "

Lao Cao got angry, slapped the table, stared at me and said, "What do you mean?"

I said: "Comrade Cao, I always mean what I say. Since I promised not to cause trouble, I will tolerate this tone. From today on, I will suspend the clinic for up to half a month. This matter will be resolved. I can't find it in the boy." , he will turn around and look for girls. Anyway, it has nothing to do with how many children I burn."

Lao Cao said unhappily: "You're the one who caused the trouble, come and squeeze me, right?"

I said frankly: "I open a medical clinic here to treat diseases and save people. It is a matter of course and justified. More children will come to seek medical treatment today. If they are accepted, it will not be a paper person coming to the door tonight. Whether they are accepted or not, Please give me something."

Lao Cao said: "Just come and teach them a lesson. With your ability, are you still afraid of them?"

I slowly extended my left hand, palm facing up.

The big coin lay in the palm of his hand.

As soon as the big money appeared, it bounced out of the palm, rolled in the air and fell.

With a wave of his right hand, he slapped a large amount of money on the back of his left hand.

"Word, born to kill!"

I removed my palm and showed the big money to Lao Cao.

The words are facing up, stained with a little black paper dust.

"Are you fucking kidding me? What age are you still doing this trick?" Lao Cao reached into his waist, took out a pair of cuffs, and slapped them on the table, "Believe it or not, I'll pull you back. Keep your muscles loose!"

I said: "If you can use this trick, you have the real method. Comrade Cao, you know your stuff, what can you teach me to do?"

Lao Cao moved his lips, sat back on the chair, and said dejectedly: "If I had known better, I wouldn't have had that drink with you. He will do my damn thing. I will retire in ten months. Lao Cao." Why did the sky send down a loser like you to torture me?"

I comforted him and said, "Look on the bright side, this would have happened without me. Wouldn't you care if you see me all the time? Maybe God wants you to retire peacefully, so he arranged for me to help you solve these problems, so that you don't have to worry about it anymore." Trouble."

"You're the only one who can talk." Lao Cao waved his hand irritably, "Take your things away and don't bother me."

I smiled, put away the paper money and the small money cup, but put the big coin on the table alone.

There were a total of twenty-three people who came for consultation on this day, and they all had the same problem.

It seems that the news that I have a secret method to cure this disease has spread throughout Jincheng.

When it was dark, Zhang Baoshan came. He didn't drive his old Jetta, changed his clothes, put on a hat, and entered the house in the name of consultation.

"What happened to those two people last night?"

I led him into the back room of the consulting room.

There were three rows of small money cups containing ashes on the table.

"The ashes are filled here, and each cup is taken from the feet of the children who come for treatment. This is called ashes selection."