Marry Mr. Feng Shui of the Republic of China

Zhuo Ran's heart was pounding, remembering what the old man had said about this ghost being very difficult to deal with, it would be a lie to say that he was not afraid, but now it seemed that it was daylight, he calmed down for a while and at least put his heart back into his stomach.

No matter how fierce the ghost is, it is impossible to come out and wander around in broad daylight. With such a fluke mentality, Zhuo Ran glued the mahogany sword with tape and continued to hang it around his neck, and carefully walked around the whole room, Seeing that there were no other abnormalities, he lay back on the bed in relief.

I haven't had a good night's sleep for more than half a month. Zhuo Ran can only catch up on sleep during the day during the weekend. Although I met with my colleague's grandfather yesterday, nothing was resolved, but Zhuo Ran somehow changed his psychological comfort. , holding a mahogany sword, sleeping very soundly.

When he woke up again, Zhuo Ran was woken up by hunger. He rolled over and over on the bed for a while with his eyes closed. He didn't want to get up from the bed until his stomach growled loudly. The first thing he did was pick up his phone Ready to order takeout.

But as soon as he unlocked the phone, he found that the company's department group had been blown up. Zhuo Ran opened it curiously, browsed briefly, and found that his colleagues were all discussing the death of the boss.

The Internet company that Zhuo Ran works for is not well-known in the industry. Everyone knows that it is a small company opened by rich people just because the boss is the prince of a big company. Usually no one cares about outsourcing projects that make money, and it is most suitable for people like Zhuo Ran who have no ambitions to dawdle here.

But a year ago, the boss suddenly had a car accident and was directly knocked into a vegetative state. At that time, everyone in the company began to look for someone to take care of, thinking that it was over. Unexpectedly, the rich man found a trustee, and the company was able to continue to survive. The days are better than before. It's even more leisurely. Zhuo Ran had already planned to stay here until he retired, but now he suddenly saw the discussion about the boss dying in the group, and he suddenly felt a sense of crisis.

Item-Zoran: Not really?What should we do if the boss is dead?Can the company survive?

As a result, the discussion in the group was full of enthusiasm, and no one answered Zhuo Ran's question. Zhuo Ran stared at the phone for a while, and found that everyone had no idea. Throwing the phone aside heartily, he lost even the mood to eat takeaway.

At the same time, Zhuo Ran still had some cold thoughts in his mind. The boss of the company turned into a ghost as soon as the ghost in his family disappeared, so there shouldn't be any relationship between this, right?

But it's strange, since that day, Zhuo Ran has never been harassed by that pervert at night, and he sleeps until dawn every day, and his whole body is extremely refreshed, even the frustration of being about to lose his job can't affect his good mood .

It was such a happy weekend. When Zhuo Ran went to work again, he found that his colleagues were gathering together to discuss something. Seeing this, Zhuo Ran immediately went up to him, took the fried dough sticks out of his mouth, and interrupted eagerly to ask: "Is there any result from your discussion?" ? The boss is dead, do we have to run away together?"

The product manager looked at him, "Why is your news so late?"

Zhuo Ran felt a little uncomfortable being watched by a group of people. He bit the fritters awkwardly to ease the atmosphere, and asked, "What's the matter? Could it be that the company has announced that it will be disbanded?"

"It's true that Mr. Lu died that day, but he suddenly came back to life not long after. I thought it was a flashback, but I didn't expect that he was discharged from the hospital alive and kicking yesterday, so those you said were disbanded or ran away. It doesn't exist, just stay here."

"...What?" Zhuo Ran made a puzzled voice, not understanding what they were talking about.

"To put it simply, a vegetative person suddenly died and announced his death. As a result, he not only came back to life, but also became a good person." A kind person explained to him: "I have a buddy who works in Mr. Lu's father's group. Said that because of this incident, the chairman of the company was very happy, and decided to give 100 yuan to each employee in the middle of the night yesterday."

"Dead and alive again?" Zhuo Ran murmured and repeated, his body trembled subconsciously, inexplicably felt that his scalp was exploding, he hurriedly put the fritters into his mouth, and walked out in a panic.

Zhuo Ran went out of the office and went directly to the smoking area in the stairwell. He lit a cigarette without swallowing the fritters. Then he sat on the stairs and stared out of the window in a daze. That terrible voice in the nightmare - if you don't die, you die, or I live.

"It should be just a coincidence." Zhuo Ran muttered to himself, comforting himself in a low voice.

"What are you doing!" At this moment, someone suddenly patted Zhuo Ran on the shoulder, Zhuo Ran was so frightened that he almost jumped up, and when he turned around, he found out that it was a colleague who had a good relationship with him, and he was relieved.

"Why is there no sound when you walk?" Zhuo Ran complained.

The colleague snatched the cigarette case from him, lit one and put it in his mouth, and then said angrily: "Who knows what you are thinking, I called you several times and didn't answer."

Zhuo Ran's heart was still pounding, and he took a deep breath.

"But don't you think it's strange?" The colleague said suddenly: "It's the first time I heard that people can still live after death, and a vegetative person who has been in a coma for such a long time was discharged from the hospital alive and kicking. This is not evil. Did you open the door? It's like a ghost on your body."

When Zhuoran heard the last sentence, his whole body trembled violently, the blood on his face faded, and he said with white lips: "What age are you still practicing feudal superstition?"

"Heh, you are not feudal or superstitious? Two days ago, you contacted Brother Zheng to find someone to help you exorcise ghosts?" The colleague mocked him.

Zhuo Ran's heart skipped a beat. He didn't expect Brother Zheng to speak so loosely. He just wanted to explain, but he suddenly felt a pain in his body. He looked down and found that the cigarette ash fell on his pants at some point, burning a hole in his crotch. If he hadn't discovered it in time, the bird would have been roasted.

"Why are you so nervous?" The colleague looked at him dumbfounded.

Zhuo Ran didn't speak, cursed bad luck secretly, stifled the cigarette and went back.He felt that he should spend some money and find someone to help him go to the disaster. Recently, one unlucky incident followed another, which made him breathless.

For the next whole day, Zhuo Ran sat in the office and heard all those people discussing about the boss. The more Zhuo Ran listened, the more annoying he became. Goosebumps, it made him sick as hell.

Zhuo Ran even checked the matter on the Internet. After all, their boss is also the prince of a large group. Such a big event has long been reported by the media on the Internet. In order to attract attention, the content written by the media is even worse than the version circulated in the company. It's so weird that it could be made into a suspense drama.

Zhuo Ran looked at it for a while and wanted to close the webpage, but his eyes were locked on the photo on the webpage, and he couldn’t move away. The person in the photo had handsome features and sharp edges, and was indeed very handsome. I don’t know if it was his own illusion. Zhuo Ran always felt that those phoenix eyes were staring at him all the time, and his expression became more and more sinister.

Zhuo Ran shook his head, quickly closed the webpage, and panted heavily, holding the mahogany sword in front of his chest.

After finally getting off work, Zhuo Ran rejected the invitation of his colleagues to go out for a gathering, and went home by bus alone.In his current situation, he didn't dare to run around at night. He managed to drive one away, and it would be troublesome if another one was brought in. Not to mention that he has been so unlucky recently, it's better to restrain himself.

Just after March, it was getting dark quite early, and it was already past seven o'clock when Zhuo Ran got off the bus. He passed by a small shop next to the bus stop and bought a piece of braised chicken and rice. He took it with him and hurried home.

The house that Zhuo Ran rented is also considered a good location, but the house is too old, and there are several small roads to walk from the bus station to the bus station. Originally, Zhuo Ran, an old man, had nothing to be afraid of walking around at night. , but I don’t know if he is too suspicious. He always feels that there are very few pedestrians on the side of the road today, and the cold wind keeps whistling in his ears. With a horrible atmosphere.

Zhuo Ran quickened his pace, holding the mahogany sword in one hand, and trotted all the way home.

But I didn’t expect it to be such a coincidence that the searchlight on the last section of the way home was actually broken. Standing under the streetlight and looking at the last section of the dark path ahead, Zhuo Ran always felt that there was an eye staring at him in the invisible dark place , his legs were nailed to the spot like lead, and he couldn't take a step.

Not long after, Zhuo Ran broke out in a cold sweat. He watched a girl behind him stepping on high heels and walked into the building, and he finally pumped himself up.

Zhuo Ran let go of the mahogany sword, took out the phone in a panic and illuminated it, and silently recited "Amitabha Buddha" several times in his mouth, before summoning up the courage to step forward.

People are like this, the more they are afraid, the more they will have a lot of messy thoughts. The short distance is less than 200 meters, and Zhuo Ran feels that it has been as long as a century. From time to time, he always has to look behind him, like As if frightened, he jerked his head back to look ahead, trembling with every step he took, for fear that a ghost would suddenly appear from a certain corner in the darkness.

Fortunately, none of the things that Zhuo Ran thought about in his head happened, and he walked into the door of the building safe and sound. Although the voice-activated lights in the building were dim, at least there was some light to encourage Zhuo Ran, and he climbed up steadily all the way. building.

Zhuo Ran lives on the fourth floor. He has been very weak recently. He started panting heavily when he climbed back to the stairs. After finally turning around the platform on the third floor, he unexpectedly turned off the voice-activated light suddenly and quietly.

Zhuo Ran subconsciously stopped, just about to stomp his foot to turn on the lamp, but he suddenly found a black figure standing at the door of his house, Zhuo Ran was so frightened that he froze for a long time before finally action.

The moment the lights came on again, Zhuo Ran finally saw clearly the person standing in front of his house. He was tall and straight, with a handsome and elegant face. Although he was also a handsome guy, he was not the same as the boss he saw on the Internet before. The photo is obviously not a person.

Zhuo Ran heaved a sigh of relief, bowed his head and smiled self-deprecatingly, and then strode upstairs.

"Brother, let me go, this is my home." Zhuo Ran took out the key and said politely.

The man took a step back knowingly, Zhuo Ran turned his back to him and inserted the key into the lock without paying attention, but suddenly remembered something, and he froze immediately - the light in the corridor was behind Zhuo Ran , but the man stood behind him, unexpectedly no shadow was reflected.

At this moment, a cold air suddenly came from behind, and then Zhuo Ran was wrapped in a generous embrace, and at the same time, a familiar voice sounded in his ear: "Honey, I think this is my home too."

Zhuo Ran was so frightened that he even forgot to catch his breath, and the yellow stewed chicken and rice in his hand fell to the ground, and he passed out stiffly as soon as he rolled his eyes.

The author has something to say: I am ashamed to say it, I have never eaten braised jimmy rice_(:з」∠)_