[comprehensive] superior skills

After Song Ci left the clinic, he wanted to go home to appease his empty stomach and settle accounts with Huang Yaozu, but he was blocked at the door by two men, one big and one small.

Seeing Kuang Fusheng's frowning and anxious look, she immediately understood the identity of the creditor at the door.

"If you have something to say, let's talk in the room. I'm very tired today."

Song Ci waved his hand wearily, and invited the parents, who were more serious than the dean, into the room.

"Sit anywhere."

He took out a heated afternoon tea from the microwave and placed it in front of the father and son on the opposite side of the tea table, "I'm very hungry now, if you have anything to do, please wait until I finish eating."

After she finished speaking, she ignored the man's ugly face and ate the roast goose rice bowl on her own.

The food is just packaged in the small shop downstairs, but the taste is not inferior to any star restaurant.

Song Ci, who was surrounded by the same table, was addicted to eating, but the zombie father and son, who were able to maintain a sitting posture at first, became more and more restless.

Although human food is still bland and tasteless like plain boiled water as usual, but for some reason, there is always a strong aroma under the tip of the nose piercing into the trachea, making people itchy.

"Father, I really want to eat!" Kuang Fusheng wiped off the drool that was about to drip from the corners of his mouth, and grinded his fangs that were stimulated by the strong eating instinct.

"Fusheng, how did you promise me just now?" Kuang Tianyou, who spoke indifferently, felt very uncomfortable.

He and his son have depended on each other for many years, always hoping that Fusheng can return to a normal life.

Eating, drinking, sickness, aging and even death, the last three topics that make ordinary people turn pale are their longings that they will never be able to achieve.

It's a pity that the sky doesn't follow people's wishes. For 60 years, he tried every means but failed to lift the curse on the father and son.

Now an inexplicable little girl suddenly appeared, and she was able to come up with food that made zombies taste and even feel full, which was really incredible.

Compared with being full of joy and only thinking about the resurrection that can be closer to the life of ordinary people, Kuang Tianyou is very resistant to this mysterious person who does not know how many unknown hidden dangers he will bring to the zombie world, especially when the person involved is involved in the murder case that has been rumored recently.

"I really don't understand you guys," Song Ci took the time between meals to look at the father and son who were facing each other, "Being a human being is already troublesome enough, but being a zombie requires so much thinking? It's just a meal, anyway. will die!"

"Don't think that I'm deliberately persuading you because I have bad intentions. I have no other advantages as a person, but I am more curious, so I like to collect all kinds of weird things."

She swallowed the last piece of goose meat, took a sip of the frozen mandarin duck and said, "Why can't I be regarded as an ordinary restaurant owner, there are tea restaurants everywhere in Hong Kong, but the diners I patronize here are just a little strange. "

"Who on earth are you? What is the purpose of approaching our father and son?" Kuang Tianyou grabbed the resurrection that was about to move, and asked in a cold voice.

"Please, everyone is just an equal business relationship, so you can't do a household registration check, do you still leave a contact number when you go to the hospital to get expired plasma?"

Song Ci turned to the little zombie who kept drooling, "Besides, I didn't approach you on purpose. There was a little greedy cat who smelled the scent and came to the door, right?"

The forever eight-year-old boy finally couldn't bear it and rushed to the seafood skewers on the coffee table, "Dad, I'm really sad, I want to eat!"

"Rebirth!"

Kuang Tianyou couldn't stop him, he could only watch helplessly as his son gobbled up the delicacies exuding a strong aroma, "What did you add to the food, why did the resurrection become like this, do you want to use these foods to control Have we achieved an unknown purpose?!"

Kuang Tianyou stood up abruptly and made a challenge posture, with the fangs protruding from the corners of his mouth, even his pupils changed color.

"You can transform while talking? Even your eyes are green!"

Song Ci, who had witnessed a fantasy play with his own eyes, clapped his hands excitedly, "It's amazing! Will you change your color after being resurrected?"

"Yeah, my eyes are green like daddy's!"

Kuang Fusheng, who was busy eating meat skewers, said vaguely: "My ears can also deform!"

Ignoring 24 Xiaohao's father's devouring eyes, Song Ci pinched the child's sharp ears, "It's really interesting, do you have any other differences?"

"Of course there is, like super strength and super fast speed, and the body has become very agile."

Kuang Fusheng smacked his lips regretfully, "If you are not trapped in a child's body forever, it would be considered lucky for some people to be such a different kind."

"Actually, in my opinion, fantasy creatures like zombies and vampires belong to patients with blood diseases. Maybe someday in the future, scientific research institutions will develop medicines that can cure patients."

Song Ci didn't intend to comfort people, but really regarded this special race that was transmitted by blood as a virus-infected person.

From another perspective, zombie blood can also be regarded as a liquid full of magical power, but it has more side effects than the fountain of life, which can rejuvenate people and make them immortal.

Of course, in her heart, there is no disease in this world that cannot be cured by the fountain of life. Even the little zombie who is eager to restore human life can fulfill his wish with a cup of spring water.

But why did Song Ci do this? She is not a well-meaning social worker. Compared with the small troubles caused by secretly exchanging magic food for blood, mastering the antidote that can control the strongest genetic warrior alone is more intolerable for the big boss move.

So in order to avoid becoming the common enemy of the human world and the zombie world, she should honestly be a qualified Feng Shui master.

The two children with different thoughts became more interested in talking, but Kuang Tianyou, who was sidelined alone, seemed to have punched the cotton, feeling extremely depressed.

"Hey, Dad, you're still standing here, I'm sorry, I've eaten all the food."

Kuang Fusheng, who was full after eating and drinking, finally found his sullen father, and scratched his head embarrassedly, "But Huang Jiamin said that this meal is for us, so there is no need to draw blood."

"That's right, this time it's an opening bonus, next time we'll charge according to the amount!"

Song Ci frowned and handed out a stack of gorgeous menus that had been printed long ago, "The next dishes will come at this price, but since your father and son are my number one customers, you can all enjoy a [-]% discount!"

Kuang Tianyou still stood still, but the impatient Kuang Fusheng quickly took over the menu for a closer look, "10ml of bread and desserts, 20ml of various staple foods, 100ml of selected vegetarian dishes, 200ml of any meat dishes, 500ml of buffet meals, There are also various flavors of snacks, snacks and drinks, all at a uniform price of 50ml per serving..."

"Wow, the price here is much higher than what I got last time! Dad, it seems that the 50ml of blood I took last time is very cost-effective. If I knew it, I would have bought more from the beginning!" When half the table was delicious, Kuang Fusheng said angrily.

"Don't worry, kid, there are also marked reminders below. The higher the blood level, the more food you can get in exchange, and if you can help me introduce customers, you can get a special reward every time!"

Patting the little zombie on the shoulder encouragingly, Song Ci smiled and said, "Do you want to live a life where you can enjoy steaming meals all day long without having to draw blood? If you want to, please do your best, kid!"

Kuang Tianyou, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said when he left: "Zombies are like humans, not everyone will behave like you."

Over the years, he has eliminated countless low-level zombies who relied on their own abilities to act recklessly, and those high-level strong men would not pay attention to the little girl in front of them, and would only be happy that they had another subordinate who could be driven at will.

"Okay, then let them come!"

Song Ci laughed even happier when he heard the words, "You can still do unruly business, I like cheating and cheating the most!"

Unexpectedly, the cold-faced man in front of him would kindly remind himself that Song Ci, who is most afraid of being favored by others, hastily stuffed the spare food in the refrigerator to the little zombie, "Hey, I like fair trade, your father's kindness It won't be in vain."

"That's great! Huang Jiamin, I will definitely let my father beat those bad guys away for you!"

Kuang Fusheng, who got a windfall, was so happy that he couldn't even hide his fangs. In the end, he was hugged by his father to block the curious prying eyes of the neighbors.

"By the way, since we are all acquaintances, do you mind if I ask you some news?"

Suddenly recalling the tricky case in the miscellaneous affairs department, Song Ci yelled to stop Kuang Tianyou and his son who were about to leave, and asked tentatively, "I don't know if you know those masters who are more authentic, do you understand?" Yes, it is your deadly enemy, the kind who can exorcise evil spirits and subdue demons."

"Why are you asking this?" Kuang Tianyou said defensively.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not that bored paying someone to deal with my potential customers."

Unwilling to turn the harmonious atmosphere back to its original bad state, Song Ci hastily explained, "It's my friend who wants to ask for help. There is a building in the business district that is very dirty. People die every July in the lunar calendar. The owner Many monks and Taoists with vain reputations were invited, but all of them returned without success, and this year’s deadline is coming up again, so I went to the doctor in a hurry to find people.”

Kuang Tianyou saw that her expression did not seem to be fake, he hesitated and took out a business card from the wallet, "You can go to this company and ask, I have asked the owner for help before, as long as the price is right, there is basically no problem that she can't solve. "

"Linglingtang Cleaning Company? What a strange name," Song Ci looked at the business card and said, "Hey, it's on the downstairs floor. Why didn't I notice it? Thank you!"

"Well, you're welcome, we'll go back if we have nothing else to do."

Kuang Tianyou tried his best to pull out a smile, and said goodbye to the shopkeeper who was even weirder in his heart with his son who secretly stuffed snacks into his mouth from time to time.

"This building is really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon!"

Picking a day is worse than bumping into the sun. Taking the business card provided by Kuang Tianyou, Song Ci walked down the steps to the entrance and exit of the next floor. It was easy to follow the prompt arrow on the wall to find the store with the fluorescent green signboard. private company.

Just a moment after pressing the doorbell, there was a sound of high-heeled shoes kicking from behind the door, "Wait a minute."

Following the open door, a beautiful woman in a white miniskirt came out. She looked around first, and then asked suspiciously, "Little sister, were you the one knocking on the door just now?"

Song Ci, who fell directly under the pair of long legs, looked at his small body sadly, and held up the business card in his hand until he was addicted to his eyes, "Beautiful sister, Kuang Tianyou introduced me here. "

"That guy knows how to make trouble for me!"

Ma Xiaoling complained seemingly disgusted, "Little sister, let's talk after you come in."

The layout of the converted reception room from the living room is very simple, with nothing but a desk with a computer and a sofa.

"General regular customers place orders directly by email, and few people come here."

Ma Xiaoling poured a cup of hot water for the newly arrived God of Wealth, "Kuang Tianyou should have told you my rules."

"Understood," Song Ci counted the money, "Actually, I'm just a middleman."

She talked about the office building carefully, "I don't know if there is anything you can do about this type of building sister?"

"It sounds tricky, and the specific situation can only be determined after investigating the scene, but according to my experience, it's just a little troublesome at best."

Ma Xiaoling carefully took notes on the computer, "Trouble means that more energy needs to be invested in this case, and the price of cleaning may need to be doubled by then."

"It's okay, those big bosses like to spend money to eliminate disasters, so they shouldn't have any objections."

Song Ci borrowed a pen from her and wrote Huang Yaozu's contact number on the back of the business card, "Sister Ma, this is the contact person who can make the decision. You can communicate with him directly about all matters about that building."

Automatic acceptance and passive compromise are two different things. Since the miscellaneous affairs department and the chief above can play tricks behind the scenes, why can't I, as the party involved, properly repay one or two?

It's time to let them understand that the seemingly helpless little girl is also a person with a temper. I think some people will be very surprised when they know that there are outsiders who want to share a large amount of sponsorship.

The author has something to say:

Song Ci: The scumbag author wants to change to a USB flash drive. I don’t know if the girls have any good recommendations. I read a circle on the Internet and they all have mixed reviews. It’s hard to choose. =. =

What a heroine.