Upon hearing that the photographer had returned, I quickly got up, changed my clothes, washed up, and prepared to leave.
This time, I didn't bring Dajinya, after all, he was getting old and not as strong as us young people. He had been tired these past few days, so I let him take a break.
With my backpack on my shoulders, I left the house.
As I went to get the car, I encountered a very awkward situation. Two elderly people were playing chess in front of my van.
One person was wearing white martial arts clothing, while the other was in a black Zhongshan suit. Both of them had serious expressions, resembling the characters Xuanming Er Lao from novels.
What's even more interesting is that one was plump and the other was thin, one tall and the other short.
I walked up to the two elders and politely said, "Excuse me, could you move? I need to take my car out."
"Move what car?" said the old man in black.
The old man in white added, "Go where?"
Heh, these two are quite interesting.
I took out a pack of cigarettes and gave one to each of the elders while speaking kindly. "I'm sorry, I really need to go out and I'm pressed for time."
"Even if you're in a hurry, you can't leave until we finish this game of chess," the white-clothed old man said.
"Yeah, we're playing chess. Can't you see that? Young man, where are you coming from, and where are you going?" the black-clothed old man added.
The two elder experts coordinated their words, and I really couldn't do anything about it.
I thought if I got tough with them, I might not have much money, and I could probably be extorted for tens of thousands.
Fine, you play chess, and I'll watch on the side.
I originally thought they might finish their game in a dozen minutes, but these two old guys, with their rotten skills, kept grinding the chess board. It went on and on without any result.
At the beginning, I thought that these two old men were quite impressive chess players, but now, it turns out they're just two bunglers at chess.
What kind of game are these two bunglers playing?
I was feeling upset, watching fifteen minutes go by, and these two old men hadn't lost many pieces yet. I figured it would be unlikely for them to finish today.
Forget it, I don't need a car, I'll take a taxi.
After saying that, I stepped to the parking lot, planning to find a taxi.
I had only walked two steps when the old man behind me stopped me: "Young man, please stay."
"What's the matter? Willing to give me way?" I turned around, looking irritably at the old man in white clothes.
Both the black- and white-clothed old men lit a cigarette.
The man in white introduced himself, saying he was White Master Five, and the man in black clothes next to him was named Black Master Three.
I was full of contempt in my heart, calling themselves Five and Three, why don't you call yourself Fifth Brother?
"What's the matter, elders?" I asked.
White Master Five said: To save you from danger.
Black Master Three, on the other hand, was more direct, saying: Don't let this kid go out to die.
"Oh? I see. Do you two know something?" I asked White Master Five and Black Master Three.
Both of them said in unison: We know something, you don't need to ask. But right now, if you go out...
"That's a dead end," White Master Five said.
Black Master Three added: A dead end.
Damn, are these two scaring me on purpose?
"What exactly do you do? Even fortune tellers in the Jianghu wouldn't scare people like this, would they?" I was almost going crazy. Going out is a dead end? Can you both see into the future or what?
I'm going to leave now, let's see what you can do to stop me?
After saying that, I really left, but the two old men continued speaking.
"The words have been spoken."
"Even if you don't listen, it's okay."
The two old men spoke very calmly, but I really couldn't be bothered with them, and went straight to the police station.
When I arrived at the police station, I went to Han Li's office. After pushing the door open, I saw Han Li sitting on the desk, chatting with Xiao Ke.
Seeing me, Han Li immediately waved at me and called me over: Shuishui, come over and see the portrait Xiao Ke drew for you. It's specially made for you as a thank you.
"Really?" I walked over, and saw a framed drawing showing me capturing the 'Yin' witch. In the picture, I raised my right hand high above my head, holding the 'Yin' witch in my hand.
"This drawing is great. I must hang it in our living room at home." I felt like this drawing was my medal of honor.
In reality, I'm neither that brave nor that disgusting. I would definitely never catch that disgusting 'Yin' witch with my bare hands.
But since Xiao Ke drew it for me, I'll just pretend that I really was that brave.
Looking at the drawing, I thought of the couplet at the bottom that said "Keyboard warrior, boasting emperor" - the god shines with three minutes, the forum god can capture prey with one hand.
Hahaha, now this couplet needs an extra line - summoner god catches the 'Yin' witch with one hand.
I carefully put the drawing in my backpack.
Xiao Ke bowed to me and left, probably knowing that I had something to discuss with Han Li.
When Xiao Ke left, I anxiously asked Han Li: Has the camera operator arrived?
"He's in the interrogation room now. My policemen are questioning him." Han Li said.
"Take me to see him." I asked Han Li to take me.
"Okay! I'll take you there now." Han Li held my hand and went downstairs to the interrogation room.
In the anteroom of the interrogation room, I saw the camera operator.
He was small and especially thin, with a sickly look, as if he had been malnourished for a long time. His face was also quite pale as he sat obediently in the iron chair of the interrogation room.
I entered the room and Han Li gestured for the questioning officer to leave.
After the door closed, it was just the camera operator and me in the interrogation room.
I put my legs up and lit a cigarette, at the same time offering the cigarette case to the camera operator, indicating for him to take one.
The camera operator pushed the cigarette case back, saying: A believer in Buddhism does not indulge in the three poisons.
Damn! He's a person of faith after all.
I nodded, took a puff of my cigarette, and asked the camera operator if he knew why we had brought him here.
"I know, it's about Director Yue, but this has nothing to do with me. We, as Buddhists, do not commit the three poisons or the killing precepts..." The camera operator kept blabbering about being a believer in Buddhism, how devout is he?
I slammed the table and scolded: Don't give me that useless talk. Have you seen this thing before?
Once I finished speaking, I took out my phone and flipped to the photo of the fox demon coffin, handing it to Director Yue: "Have you ever seen this photo?"
The cameraman picked up the phone, took a quick look, and said directly: "This photo... I've seen it. This stone coffin is a prop from our crew at that time."
"Do you know where this prop came from?" I grabbed the photo and asked the cameraman.
The cameraman thought for a while, but didn't say anything.
The more he remained silent, the more convinced I became that this guy was truly connected to the fox demon coffin, he must know where this coffin came from.
After five minutes, the cameraman said: "I don't know."
"Don't play dumb with me," I reprimanded him again: "This coffin is closely related to Yue Yun's death, you are the cameraman, the director's assistant, if you don't reveal the origin of this coffin, be careful sitting in a jail cell!"
I frightened the cameraman.
In reality, Yue Yun's death had already been thoroughly investigated, and the cameraman hadn't committed any crimes at all, so there was no way he would go to jail.
It seemed like my threat had an effect, as the cameraman started to cry in pain, saying: "We... as Buddhists... emphasize not stealing or killing, stealing a coffin, I really had no choice but to do it?"
Huh? This coffin was stolen?
I couldn't help but shake my head. This cameraman kept saying, "We as Buddhists," if you truly believe in your faith, no one can force you to do something you don't want to do.
I then asked the cameraman what really happened.
The cameraman said that it all had to do with Yue Yun. In fact, last time for that music video, the budget was very tight, but the higher-ups had high demands. In order to save costs, Yue Yun planned to steal a coffin from outside.
After all, if they were to rent a stone coffin, it would cost two to three thousand a day, and it would be even more expensive to buy.
"Where did she steal it from?" I was a little excited after hearing the cameraman's words. As long as I knew where it was stolen from, the origin of the fox demon coffin would be clear.
The cameraman hurriedly said: "I don't know."
"You don't know where it was stolen from? Who are you trying to fool?" My tone at this point was quite intimidating.
Furrowing his eyebrows, the cameraman said that he really didn't know the name of the place, and that they drove out at night and could definitely find it, but as for the name of the place, he really didn't know.
"Can you still find it now?" I asked the cameraman.
The cameraman said he could, as he, as a Buddhist, had to reflect on himself daily, and it's because of reflection that his memory was better than that of an average person...
I was too lazy to listen to his useless chatter. After all, they had stolen someone else's coffin. Yet he was still talking about being a Buddhist?
Did the Buddha ask you to steal someone else's coffin?
I quickly left, called Han Li over, and told her that the cameraman knew where the fox demon coffin came from, and I was taking him with me.
Han Li immediately waved her hand, indicating that I should hurry up and take the cameraman away. After all, with Yue Yun's case now resolved, keeping the cameraman for questioning would be a waste of national resources, and she hoped that I would take the cameraman away.
"Ok! Aunt, this matter is over, I'll treat you to a drink."
"Of course, top-notch vodka, it has to be strong liquor," Han Li's request was not low.
After saying goodbye to Han Li, I took the cameraman home with me.
I found Dajin Ya and then set out with the equipment to explore the origin of the ghost coffin.
On the way, I asked the cameraman what his name was.
He said his name was Mu Xu You.
Mu Xu You? That's a weird name.
Back home, I called Dajin Ya and told him to bring his things, we were leaving immediately to find the source of the ghost coffin.
Dajin Ya asked me if I was really going.
I said of course, if I didn't find out the origin of the fox demon coffin, wouldn't I be wiped out by the fox fairy?
Dajin Ya said that if we were going, we needed to bring someone! (= Bitter/Float* Life)
I asked who that person was.
"Ma Li San," Dajin Ya said.
Ma Li San is known as Mr. Soul Caller, not long ago I introduced director Wang Tianlai, who bought a Yin spirit talisman from Ma Li San.
I asked if Ma Li San was effective? Wasn't he specialized in calling souls?
Dajin Ya said: "Do you think the soul-calling master only knows how to call spirits?"
"And what other abilities does he have? Tell me?" I asked Dajin Ya.
Author's message: Brothers, the first chapter is up, please reward me and bring good luck!