[comprehensive] superior skills

Curiosity killed the cat.

Song Ci is not a cat, but her current situation is not much better.

"...The bandits at that time were very tyrannical. If you are lucky, you will be able to escape without leaving your belongings when you meet a master who pays attention to robbery and morality. If you are not lucky, it is hard to say! Xing, as a woman, I can only show my face with my father..."

The old lady who once had a relationship in the birdcage is still wearing a cheongsam, but the fan in her hand has been replaced with a flower and bird fan. The oriole perched on the emerald green flower branch in the delicate white gauze is so vivid and eye-catching. People have a hazy sense of beauty for no reason.

"I said Aunt Feng..."

Song Ci, who was still rolling around on the carpet, said helplessly: "I have an appointment with someone to go to the garden to catch monsters, shall we continue tomorrow?"

"To the garden?"

The old lady who called herself Aunt Feng smiled gracefully, "The garden is good. Since I left the south side, I have rarely seen such an antique garden. Let's go, I will go shopping with you."

She picked up the fruit basket next to her, "I can't finish it all by myself. If I leave it for a long time, it's still a waste. I might as well give it to someone else."

Song Ci was silent, and could only follow the actions of the neighbors to go out of the house, so as to pass through the door and meet in the corridor.

Ever since Jing Hao left that day, I don't know if he said something to the male doctor in the supervision ward. Wen Wen, who has never been violent, has never been forcibly detained again.

Ordinarily, Song Ci should have left that day, but she hadn't said goodbye to her brother Mao Bachi yet, and she wanted to know whether her neighbor really smelled the fragrance of the health-care pills, or if she was just an old patient talking nonsense.

Unexpectedly, this delay was serious. Not only did Song Ci discover a more surprising existence than Mao Bachi, but she also got tripped up by an old lady who liked chatting more than chatterbox ten.

Going out and turning right into the elevator, the young girl in hospital gown just stood side by side with the old lady in cheongsam and embroidered shoes, who seemed to have stepped out of an old-time movie pictorial. It's weird.

If the two of them were strolling in the bustling streets at this moment, they might be on the headlines of social news before it got dark.

It's a pity that the current location is a mental hospital, and the medical staff who come and go have long been honed by the tricky patients to be invulnerable, so it's not surprising.

"Little friend! The old Taoist is finally waiting for you!"

In the garden, Mao Bachi came flying with a handful of brightly colored ladybugs, and pressed the most beautiful one on the visitor's forehead, "Time flies, the old man has been late for decades, there is really no time Come back to waste!"

Without looking in the mirror, Song Ci could think that his current appearance was no different from that of Tang Monk who became a Buddha, "Bajie, have you found the monster's lair?"

Mao Bachi nodded, with a serious face, "Follow me!"

This time Song Ci didn't dare to condescend to invite the old lady who had already sat on the bench safely, and ran straight behind an old tree with Mao Bachi.

As soon as the old Taoist squatted down, he hurriedly asked: "Little friend, how many formulas I read to you that day can you remember?"

Seeing the look of eager anticipation on the old man's face, Song Ci couldn't bear to disappoint him too much, "I remembered half of it so-so."

"really?!"

Mao Bachi burst into tears with joy, "Little friend, I really have a predestined relationship with my Taoist school! I think it took you a lot of effort to memorize the old Taoism after three months of careful teaching by the master, and you accidentally memorized it while you were half asleep and half awake. Live! Isn’t this a romance made by God?!”

Song Ci's head grew dizzy when he heard the word Qi Yuan, "But I really can't stay here and learn from you, I still have a wish to fulfill!"

"What wish do you have, the old Taoist will do it for you!"

Mao Bachi boldly threw the flying insects in his hands, and immediately there was a sense of demon dancing between the two of them, which aroused the curiosity of the nearby patients.

"No."

Song Ci shook his head, "My wish is the same as your wish, and it must be fulfilled by myself."

Mao Bachi gritted his teeth, "The old man will go out with the little friend!"

Song Ci suppressed his smile and patted him on the shoulder, "You have a good idea, but it's too conspicuous for two people to act together, so it's not as safe as one person. Why don't I take the lead and find a place to stay outside and wait until I'll come back to pick you up when I'm done!"

Mao Bachi thought about it and tried to agree, when a white figure suddenly appeared beside him, and said with a smirk, "I heard your secret, you want to escape from prison! It's easy for me not to tell, unless you are willing to take me Go together!"

Song Ci saw that this is not the guy who digs a hole in the tree root and talks to himself every day, so he didn't care how he got here, and said casually: "Okay, I will definitely call you to come with me then!"

"I see, you want to trick me away and monopolize those treasures, right?"

The fat fool stared, and shouted fiercely: "I will not be fooled! I will report to the organization to report you!"

After he finished speaking, he ran out, yelling and screaming, and was finally dragged away by the guards guarding the garden.

Looking at this scene from a distance, Mao Bachi sighed, "If it weren't for the protective talisman, the old Taoist would have turned into a walking corpse after a few years."

Song Ci looked at Aunt Feng who was distributing fruits, "You have lived here for so long, do you know the origin of that old lady who always wears a cheongsam?"

Mao Bachi sat on the ground, "I don't know. When the old Taoist was imprisoned, she had already settled down in the hospital. I usually heard a few gossips from the nurses, and she seemed to have a lot of background. The strangest thing is that the old Taoist has never seen her. The doctor gave the old man medicine, not even injections.”

The old Taoist's words indirectly confirmed Song Ci's conjecture. If Aunt Feng's original intention was to find a place with beautiful mountains and rivers to recuperate, she would never choose a mental hospital full of lunatics.

Someone must have wanted to get something from Aunt Feng, but didn't dare to make people really confused and crazy, so they chose a torture method to force her to hand over the things willingly.

"It's ridiculous that so many incredible stories happened in a small mental hospital..."

After Ping Bai sighed, Song Ci quietly recited the formula with Mao Shiba.

She has not even figured out her own affairs now, so she has no extra thoughts to pity others.What's more, with Aunt Feng's self-satisfied appearance, she doesn't seem to be in a hurry to get out of the hospital.

At most, wait until after avenging the original owner, and then ask the old lady if she wants to change her way of life.

The hospital's regulations for outdoor activities are to organize patients to go to the garden for four hours a day between breakfast and lunch, except for bad weather.

Therefore, the medical staff in this hospital have different hobbies from ordinary people, looking forward to thunder, rain, wind and hail on weekdays, so as to save themselves some trouble.

Coincidentally, there was a heavy rain that night, and with the lightning flashes, the dark corridor was illuminated completely white.

Qu Wenyuan, who was on duty, just came out of the bathroom and found that there seemed to be a person sitting on the sofa. He put on his glasses and immediately shouted in horror: "No. 56, how did you escape? Go back to the ward!" "

Song Ci, dressed in black, dragged the human skin on the glass coffee table, and said with a sinister smile, "Don't be afraid, I'm here to help you exorcise evil spirits!"

Qu Wenyuan was stunned, and then remembered that she had yelled something wicked to him, and turned to call the guard room.

"Don't worry, Doctor Qu."

Song Ci held his hand and said softly, "Hey, try to see if the clothes I brought you fit."

Qu Wenyuan only felt that the facial features of the person in front of him were so blurred that he couldn't even hear the terrifying thunder, so he went back to the bathroom holding the human skin with his eyes fixed.

Song Ci rummaged through the personal belongings in the desk, and imitated the owner's handwriting to write a sincere leave letter, saying that there was a sudden change in the family and he had to return home immediately, and he would return in a month.

Fortunately, Dr. Qu is not yet married, so it will prevent his wife and children who are kept in the dark from finding trouble in the courtyard.

After the letter was written, the doctor Qu who had changed his face came out in a daze.

"It's just a little taller..."

After looking at the newly released No. 56 from head to toe, Song Ci said helplessly: "Forget it, it's too cruel to cut off other people's bones for such a trivial matter. As long as the people in the hospital can't see it, let's deal with it first." .”

She clapped her hands lightly, "No. 56, you can go back to your room now. Remember to be good and don't talk to others casually."

No. 56 nodded, and took the elevator straight back to the ward area.

Song Ci took out an umbrella, walked out of the hospital gate from the other direction, and headed towards the urban area along the winding mountain road.

Usually when he came to the world of spirits, Song Ci would think of asking the housekeeper to come out to help, so that she would not be bored sleeping all day long.

Now there are not only thousand-year-old female ghosts but also Taoists known as the authentic and crooked Taoists of Maoshan. Song Ci dare not easily call people out to die.

Besides, she still hasn't figured out how the original owner asked Mrs. Mingyue to choose her as the body.

The community where Jing Hao bought a house lived in a lot of Bai Fumei with good fortune, but only the original owner with the worst condition was recruited. There must be some hidden secrets here.

In order to prevent further accidents, Song Ci also put on the Buddhist beads that had accompanied him on the Journey to the West. Presumably, no matter what kind of female ghost or evil person they are, they could not withstand the power of merit and immortality.

Looking at the flashing neon lights under her feet, the single woman parked on the side of the road murmured softly: "Maybe in the end, I have to rely on Mao Bachi to solve the mystery..."

Leaping forward, Song Ci fluctuated and fell under the wind, halfway through the shadows of the whirling trees like ghostly smoke, and landed near the gas station near the urban area.

Walking into the 24-hour convenience store, she bought a cup of hot milk tea with the funds sponsored by Dr. Qu, and picked out a Newsweek magazine when paying.

Thanks to Mrs. Mingyue, she didn't get any inheritance from the original owner that was more practical than resentment, and she could only get a general idea of ​​what the era was like through newspapers and magazines.

After simply reading a few reports, Song Ci knew that the world he was in now was by no means official history. Not to mention the last dynasty that ended feudal rule, going back several generations, even the Tang and Song Dynasties had never existed.

"That's right, it is said that after the founding of the country, it is not allowed to become a master. If it is official history, where will the millennium demon concubine come from?"

Waving for a taxi, Song Ci pointed to the five-star hotel introduced in the magazine to show the driver, "Please go here."

She doesn't have a lot of money on her, and the only identification is for men, so it's better to find a safe place to get everything ready.

When they arrived at the hotel, they tricked the front desk into opening a guest room, and Song Ci got busy.

There is no rush to wear, documents and coins are always essential.

The printer that had been vacant for a long time finally came in handy. Stacks of large banknotes overflowed from the delivery port like heavenly maids scattered flowers, gradually covering the entire bedroom.

She didn't forget to make some changes to her gentle appearance, so as not to bother explaining when she meets acquaintances in the future.

Everything was ready, and Song Ci, who dragged his suitcase out of the hotel, went directly to the community where the original owner lived, and rented a loft on the top floor diagonally facing Jing Hao's room.

Although many usual tricks cannot be used in this world, such as using the animal detection team to monitor female ghosts, etc., but I still have some precious collections in my hand, such as the equipment left by a certain Mr. Alien. very suitable.

After arranging the accommodation, Song Ci went to Antique Street again.

She also ignored the hawkers who set up stalls to greet customers, and just stared at the shops on both sides of the road.

Halfway there, a pawnshop with a small frontage attracted her attention because it had a signboard saying "Credit".

The inside of the store is more spacious than the outside. On one side of the aisle that is in line with the door face is a tall jujube wood counter. The part near the wall at both ends is surrounded by fences, leaving only a window in the middle to pass items.

Song Ci raised his head to see half of the owner's face clearly. He was a gray-haired little old man in his seventies. He didn't make a sound when he saw someone coming in. He just used the abacus as a cart to play with.

"This old man is quite interesting."

Song Ci smiled in his heart and asked, "Old man, have you found someone to take over your store?"

The little old man glanced down, his small eyes were watching vigilantly behind the glasses, "Do you want to buy a store?"

Song Ci nodded, and stopped in front of the screen at the end of the aisle, "Well, I just came back from overseas, and I want to find a shop to manage the family business passed down from my ancestors."

The little old man laughed aloud when he heard this, "It's Lao Chen's grandson who asked you to come back overseas and return the family business, right? Girl, let me tell you, this trick is not new! Ever since old Chen swallowed it a few years ago Tun left and right, I have seen it a dozen times when I want to eat my weekly pawn shop!"

While speaking, he picked up the abacus beads again, "I'm not afraid to tell you, even if my store is given to beggars on the street for free, it will not be sold to Chen! Don't ask me why, let him feel it himself. conscience!"

Hearing the words, Song Ci jumped up with the help of the cabinet board, sat down on the small edge outside the fence in a blink of an eye, and asked, "Then you are not afraid that the beggar will sell the shop to the enemy?"

The little old man rubbed his eyes, seeing that he was not dazzled, he quickly got out from the secret door under the counter, and said curiously: "Girl, do you practice gymnastics abroad? My old cabinet is almost two meters high, and most people really do it." don't go!"

Song Ci jumped easily, and said with a smile: "This is also a family property passed down from my ancestors, so I won't tell you anything."

The little old man was even happier when he heard that, "You have this ability, which means that you are definitely not sent by Lao Chen. I will sell this shop to you!"

Without waiting for an answer, he led the people to go behind the screen, "Don't think my place is small, but it has a good layout. This yard has been serviced for many years. There are flowers, trees, kitchens and bathrooms. There used to be The back door, which I thought was unsafe for cars to pass by, was bricked up, and even the fence was heightened with green bricks."

Song Ci followed the little old man to look at the backyard. The place is not big, it can reach two hundred square meters.But although the house sparrow is small and well-equipped, even the furniture is very tidy and old, if the price is decent, then there is nothing wrong with it.

After entering the study, the little old man took out a contract from the drawer, "If you think it's okay, let's sign it."

Song Ci really had never seen someone so eager to sell something, she took it over and looked at it, and couldn't help wondering: "Is the price written wrong?"

The little old man waved his hand, "How can I make a mistake in the contract I printed myself. It's an old shop, and the children at home don't like this business. If you don't want to let it go, you have to find a good person to deliver it to. Sign it quickly, or wait for me to go back on my word." I don’t know when I’m willing to sell it!”

Song Ci glanced at Party A's name, "Uncle Zhou..."

The little old man became even more anxious, "You should call me Lao Zhou, I can't get used to that!"

"Okay, old Zhou."

Song Ci discussed with others: "I came here in a hurry this time and didn't prepare so much cash, but I have a few pieces of jade in my hand that are passable. Can I use them to pay for the house?"

The banknotes produced by the printer can't tell the authenticity with the current technology, but it's rare to meet an elderly person who likes it, and she's too embarrassed to use it to fool others.

Anyway, no matter what age, gold has a price and jade is priceless, so exchanging jade for a house is not considered an advantage.

Lao Zhou suddenly became interested, "Oh, I'm going to take a look at this."

Song Ci took out an unattractive purple bag from his backpack and untied the tie, revealing a fist-sized, translucent engraved flower-and-bird jade incense burner.

As the whole picture of the jade was revealed, Lao Zhou's eyes widened and he couldn't help dancing and joyfully saying, "Good baby! Good baby! Don't talk about the quality of the jade, but the carving work alone is priceless!"

Putting the smoker on the table, Song Ci wrote down his name in the column of Party B, "Then our deal is done."

"Wu Qing?"

After rummaging through boxes and cabinets, he found the box and put away the smoker. Lao Zhou leaned over and said flatteringly, "Xiao Wu, if I want to visit your place when I'm free, you won't welcome me, right?"

"how can that be possible!"

Knowing that the little old man must be thinking about other jade articles, Song Ci laughed and said: "We open the door to do business, so naturally we must pay attention to harmony and wealth."

"That's good, that's good!"

Old Zhou touched the box in his arms happily, and asked again: "Have you thought of a name for this shop? I'll send some flower baskets over to have fun on the opening day."

Recalling the golden signboards, wooden signboards, and those time-honored brands known as imperial gifts, Song Ci pondered: "Since it is an ancestral business, it may simply be called a century-old store!"

The author has something to say:

Song Ci: 56 minute of silence for the new No. 1~~_(:з」∠)_

Also, from tenderness to ruthlessness, I hope the king and concubine can withstand it~~

White sugar cake, okay~~