Chapter 9 03 Going to the mansion to watch the falling shade

After vomiting, there was obviously nothing in my stomach, but I still wanted to vomit again and again. My hair is full of my own vomit, and the smell is really overwhelming. I tried to wipe the acid off my face with the back of my hand, trying to think through what was happening in front of me. The task entrusted to me by Nine Knives was indeed very simple: "There is a girl whose father is about to die from a stroke, and has no appetite for anything to eat. May I ask what should I feed this father so that he can go on the road with peace of mind?" It is completely inconsistent with the facts I saw in front of me!

The girl's father was insane and unable to poop from his anus, but he hadn't had a stroke at all, let alone dying.The most important thing is that this old man has such a good appetite that he even eats the refrigerated vomit in the refrigerator with relish, so why does he need others to help him figure out what to eat? Obviously, this weird girl named Wenhui is crazy. For ordinary human beings, they should be full of thoughts of escape now, anyway, the door is behind, just rush downstairs regardless of everything, what about the mission of nine knives? Such thoughts are also constantly erupting in my head.

However, I want to make money more than escape! If I run away cowardly at this stage, I will never want to continue to earn nine dollars in the future, let alone use this fat job to slowly approach the "mystery of my father's dissolution".No, I must hold on. Thinking about it carefully, to put it bluntly, Wenhui is just a crazy girl who is rude and tramples on people. If I can't even deal with her, how can I challenge the mysterious organization that dissolved my father? The boss Nine Swords said: "Everything that happens in life has its meaning." That must be the meaning!Before fighting the BOSS-level big devil, I have to solve the little devils in the small levels one by one, so as to accumulate the strength of the battle!

After the old man sucked up the vomit, he walked around the dusty living room with a shaky pace and a poop that hadn't been cut.His eyes were blurred, as if he was looking for something. My unusually slack eyes followed the old man, and finally I saw the old man stop in front of a pair of rusty scissors, and tremblingly picked up the scissors.The scissors were raised horizontally, with puzzled eyes, as if he didn't know what to cut with this knife. Wen Hui said angrily, "Da Ming, can you help my father cut the poop?" I see. "Of course, of course, it's my honor." I took the scissors and bent down.

The old man turned around slowly, with his back to me, and raised his buttocks. I held my breath and cut off the long-dried, well-constructed poop with a serious expression. After the stool fell on the ground, I politely took out the tissue paper from my pocket, wrapped it up, and threw it in the trash can. The old man didn't realize that the stool had been cut off, and stood upright with his pale buttocks facing me. I had no choice but to flick his buttocks with my fingers, signaling the old man to take care of everything. "The stool is done, Wen Hui." I forced a smile: "But your father seems to have a good appetite? It seems that there is no need to deliberately help him with what he wants to eat?"

Wenhui gave me a blank look, and said harshly: "My father eats these vomited things all day long, how can it be nutritious? Can't you see that my father has mental problems to eat these things! As a child Yes, of course it is necessary to find a way to find normal food for him to eat! If you don’t give him what he likes, how can he have the strength to defecate properly?” Facing Wenhui's confident remarks, I quickly nodded in agreement. However, having said that, there are really enough so-called "normal things"!No matter how hard you can think of something to eat, you won't think of "freezing the spit out and giving it to Dad"!

"I heard that soups are more palatable, Wenhui, have you ever tried giving your father... super nutritious chicken soup?" "No. Very troublesome." "The nourishing ginseng soup?" "No. It's more troublesome." "Where's the delicious clam soup? Where's the clam soup?" "Who will do it to you?" "What about the very basic vegetable and radish soup? What about the tofu soup? What about the red bean soup that can be called a red bean soup just by adding red bean balls? What about the red bean soup that is OK if you just add sugar and boil the water?"

"Nothing. Are you questioning that I don't care about my dad!" Wen Hui's facial features twisted, and as she spoke, she raised her feet again. "No, of course not!" I quickly denied my inner thoughts, and said forcefully: "I just recommend, maybe you cook some very basic soup from now on, and your father will be very energetic after drinking it." "……yes?" "Yes, absolutely, everything will change dramatically!" Wen Hui squatted down, pulling her hair vigorously, without saying a word. After a long time, about half an hour later, she sighed.

"I think it's better to forget it. It's too troublesome to start from the most basic." She gritted her teeth and said, "I will succeed once and get full marks once! This is the filial piety that a child should have, isn't it! " Fuck your ass. "This kind of thinking is also very positive, it's great!" I applauded and said with a gratified expression: "However, the difficulty will become very high, no wonder you want to find nine knives! It's just that you have something in your heart option?" "I don't even know."

"If you really don't know, I suggest that you send your father to a nursing home and let the experts help you find a solution! Those experts should have seen a lot of similar cases, so there must be no problem." I smiled. It is right to push all such troubles to experts, this is the highest law of the world. "I don't feel worried about sending my father to a nursing home. No one really cares about my father there." Wenhui said boldly. Yes?Leave it to you to handle it yourself, it's no wonder your father died of lack of nutrition. "You're right." I firmly agreed, "It's more reassuring to take care of yourself."

"But what is my dad's favorite food! I really... have no idea!" Wen Hui suddenly stood up, as if she was extremely angry. Next, without even thinking about it, the few words I uttered would cause a super-horrific event to develop. "Wenhui, what does your father want to eat the most, you have to ask your father himself..." I said sincerely. "What's the meaning?" "It's impossible for your father to be like this all the time... insane, he must have had a favorite thing when he was still awake, and if you summon that thing again, your father will definitely eat very happily! " I think of the old stalks of many food and cooking comics, the expression of eating the long-lost food again, the taste of hometown blooming on the tip of the tongue instantly, stimulating the tear glands, the old people collapsed while eating, crying and saying that this is life ! "The thing I liked the most...the thing I liked the most...before..." Wen Hui muttered to herself. "That's right! My favorite thing before!" "Summon...re-summon..." Wen Hui looked at the old man who was still sticking his pale butt. "Come on, I'm sure you can figure it out! This is blood!" I clenched my fist and encouraged Wen Hui. At this time, Wenhui's eyes lit up, and many tears filled her small eye sockets, making her life-and-death. "I never thought of such a simple truth..." Wen Hui trembled all over. "Come on! GO GO GO!" I echoed. "My father used to like my mother the most!" Wen Hui shouted. ah? My head tilted. "No, Wenhui, you misunderstood me, I mean..." "But my mother has been dead for several years. How can I find my mother and feed it to my father? It's simply impossible!" Wen Hui screamed, pulling her hair hysterically: "I finally thought of a solution. There is a way, but there is no way to do it!" This devastating name means that my feet have started to be stepped on again. Wen Hui stomped on my feet madly to vent her hatred. No matter how I dodged or dodged, Wen Hui could hit my feet with super-speed tramples. As I said before, I didn't wear shoes, and it hurt so much. "Why are you telling me a great way to do it? Why! Why!" she screamed. "Are you trying to punish me! Want to punish me!" "Wenhui! You misunderstood! You misunderstood!" I screamed and jumped, and I was really stepped on and cried. Suddenly, Wenhui stepped heavily on my foot. She suddenly realized: "By the way, you just mentioned summoning!" Without even thinking about it, I cried and said, "Yes, yes, summon!" If I continue to be trampled on like this, I will really be trampled to qualify for a disability ticket on the high-speed rail. Wenhui stared blankly into the distance, and said to herself: "Although my mother is dead, there must be a way to summon my mother, right? That's right, as long as the psychic uses Guan Luoyin to treat my mother's upper body, It's like resummoning my mom, isn't it? Isn't it?" I couldn’t stand up because of the pain, so I could only hold my swollen and painful soles, crying and echoing: “Yes, yes, yes, it’s absolutely super right! Intuition is very important, and you would think of using such a super method of contemplating falling yin to solve it. , there must be some reason behind it!" As long as it is classified as abnormal, Wen Hui is definitely a super actionist.She immediately took out the thick and dusty phone book from the drawer, and flicked through it desperately, trying to find the business advertisement of Guan Luoyin in it. By this time it was getting dark. I sat on the ground, blankly looking at Wen Hui who was flipping through the phone book, and my father who fell asleep with her buttocks up. At this moment, I have a very magical and surreal feeling. There are no ghosts here, only a weird girl who knows how to use her feet. I feel like I'm in danger. There are no murderers here, only an old man who can't even cut his stool. I couldn't help shivering violently. "Yes! This is it!" Wen Hui screamed. "What? Is there really such a service in the phone book?" I was taken aback. Wen Hui threw the phone book over and hit me directly in the face. I opened it to have a look. There are no surprises in the world, and there is actually an article on it: "Now watch Luoyin, no need to get off the car, no need to go out, Cihui Palace to Fuguan Luoyin service, and there is a special discount! Please call (0935) XXX-XXX, within half an hour Immediately, someone will go to the mansion to set up a prayer in person, guarantee it will work, and if it doesn’t work, you will get your money back!” commercial advertisement. It's too much to go to the mansion to be shocked, and it's too much to go to the mansion to see it. This kind of goddamn advertisement is obviously meant to bluff ignorant citizens. How can anyone believe it? "Call me! Quick! Quick! Quick!" Wen Hui blushed excitedly. Obedience is also my forte, so I immediately make the call. The other end of the phone was quickly connected. "Hello, Renke, this is the public service line of Cihui Palace. For Mandarin service, please press one, for Taiwanese service, please press two, For English service, please press three..." A friendly female voice. Damn, it's still English, I immediately press one. "Press 1 for asking God for divination, press 2 for comforting infant spirits, press 3 for contemplating falling yin, press 4 for raising little ghosts, press 5 for all kinds of cards, press 6 for catching ghosts in the house, press 6 for calming the gods. Seven, please press eight for name change, and nine for religious anti-fraud.” The friendly female voice continued. The current palace is really not simple, this customer service line is really full of mountains and seas, and there are even child ghosts on behalf of them, it is simply too scary. I press three. After only waiting for five seconds, a dedicated person answered immediately. "Hello, this is Cihui Palace." A woman who sounded like a middle-aged aunt answered the phone. I got straight to the point: "Oh, hello, hello, that's it. I want to ask, do you provide... the service of going to Fuguan Luoyin?" "Yes, I have always provided such a service, and it has always been well received by the citizens. May I ask if you have such a need? Where is the address? What is the phone number?" "Wait, how do you charge?" This must be asked clearly. "If you want to invite a celebrity to go to the body, it will be more expensive, but it's not that we charge more, but that there are more citizens who want to chat with dead celebrities, so the appearance fees of celebrities naturally have a certain price, such as Mai But Jackson charges 50,000 yuan an hour, Bruce Lee charges 40,000 yuan an hour, Teresa Teng charges 30,000 yuan an hour, Zhang Yusheng charges 20,000 yuan an hour..." I blurted out reflexively: "Wait a minute, why is Bruce Lee more expensive than Teresa Teng by 20,000 yuan?" "Because Bruce Lee speaks Cantonese and English, if you want to hire a psychic to translate directly into Mandarin, it will cost a little more money." I see. But there's one thing I'm more interested in: "Also, that Michael Jackson isn't dead at all." "You don't know about this person. According to the actual situation we have seen, Michael Jackson's three souls and seven souls have already escaped, two souls and six souls are in the underworld, and now the one is still hiding in the United States. The human Michael Jackson actually has only a little soul left, if you want to invite him, you can still get it.”① 『Note ①: Nine Swords: This novel was written in 2008 and was serialized in Taipei Walker magazine. At that time, Michael Jackson was still preparing for the concert. It is a pity that Wang Daming’s words came true. It’s a pity . 』 At this time, the old man with his buttocks up high was facing me, letting his asshole tug, tug, tug. Slowly, the old man, who was less than 30 centimeters away from me, squeezed out half of his stool in mid-air. I picked up the scissors and cut the fresh poop with a click. "Oh no no, we just want to invite ordinary dead people." I put down the scissors. "That's cheap, but how long you die depends on how much you charge." "What's that like?" "The longer you die, the more troublesome it is to check the book of life and death. Maybe after a long time of checking, the other party has already reincarnated, so there is nothing you can do. If you can't transfer or have already reincarnated, we will only charge a basic handling fee of 3,000 It would be much easier if you just died, you can find it by checking the information with the local city god.” I covered the phone hole and asked Wenhui, "How long has your mother been dead?" Wen Hui frowned and said, "It should have been dead for three years." It should be. I said to the phone, "I've been dead for three years, is this a long time or not long?" "In three years, there should be no time to reincarnate. The fee for accessing the book and the upper body is 6,000 yuan in total." I covered the phone's microphone again, and turned my head: "It costs 6,000 yuan, do you have it?" "Yes." Wen Hui immediately took out several thousand-yuan bills from her purse. This act of showing off money is the most reassuring behavior I have seen Wenhui do today. I went on to say, "Okay, then our address is Zhongli City... that... please wait a moment!" I didn't know the address, so I handed the phone to Wenhui and asked her to read the address here to the other party. Wen Hui finished reading and returned the phone to me. "Anyway, please send someone over quickly!" I said earnestly, "There is a kind and innocent girl here who needs help." "No problem, a professional psychic will arrive within half an hour!" The other party hung up the phone. And the whole thing, when the Cihui Palace sent a professional psychic to Luoyin, the horror reached its climax.