C3 Deliverer zhang bo

No matter what, it was still good for her to agree. Brother Zhou quickly took out several hundred yuan and handed it over. Goddess Wang shook her head and pushed it away, saying, "You little brat, does my old woman need your few hundred yuan?" Keep it for yourself and be nicer to your daughter in the future.

In the afternoon, Goddess Wang came with us to the gas station. After the murder, the government sent someone to replace the manhole cover.

The road outside the gas station was slightly off. With a single glance, one could see that there were only houses at least 500 meters away. When we got there, Goddess Wang told me to stop the car. She got out of the car and walked down the road step by step.

Brother Zhou and I quickly got out of the car and followed behind him. Goddess Wang counted the manhole covers as she walked. 1, 2, 3, 4 I frowned and asked, Nanny Wang, what are you counting it for? Goddess Wang waved her hand, telling me not to speak.

In the end, Goddess Wang stopped after counting four manhole covers and told me to go get the incense from the taxi. Four manhole covers, each with a stick of incense stuck in the seams.

Granny Wang said the ghost was not worshiped by the incense. The courier died here, so the ghost should be down there. She would notice it later and tell her which incense was extinguished. I didn't know what this would do, and I didn't ask her.

Forget it, what the hell. Passing a cigarette to Brother Zhou, I lit one myself and walked back and forth along these 4 manhole covers. It was afternoon, and the sun was burning hot. The road was relatively empty, and there was not even a breeze. In just a few minutes, I had already sweated a lot.

Of the three of us, only Goddess Wang isn't sweating. She stood there with her eyes slightly narrowed, her fingers constantly counting. It was unknown just what she was mumbling about. Seeing me looking at myself, Brother Zhou asked, "Do you drink mineral water? I have it on my car."

I opened my mouth to speak, but Goddess Wang coughed. What time is it now? Just as she finished speaking, Brother Zhou walked over and pointed at one of the covers. "Look, it's gone. The incense is really gone. Everything else is still on fire."

I took a look and it was really gone. Then Goddess Wang said, It looks like the courier is really down there.

Opening the trunk of the taxi, Brother Zhou threw a bottle of mineral water to me and then took out the toolbox. After drinking some water, Brother Zhou and I spent a lot of effort to remove the well cover. It was pitch black down below, and the moment he opened the lid, a strong stench floated out.

The smell was so bad that I ran to the side of the road to retch. After a while, the smell dispersed. Goddess Wang told me to take a picture with my cell phone. There was actually a corpse inside! Look at the man's clothes, he's a courier. Due to the heat, the body had begun to rot, and maggots were crawling all over the exposed arms.

We called the police at the time and stayed here until the police arrived. After checking the scene, we followed him back to the police station to record the statement. Going to the Public Security Bureau was Goddess Wang's intention. She wanted to get a more detailed understanding of the deceased's identity. The police officer was not blind. He knew that the courier had been dead for a long time. At that time, he had casually asked how he had found out.

When they got to the police station, they checked online. The victim's original name was Zhang Bo. It was an ordinary courier from Shunfeng Express. He was not a local yet, but a migrant labourer. He had a high school diploma, and there was only one mother in the family. His father had died in a car accident two years ago.

It had to be said that the Public Security Bureau's information network was very impressive. They had even found out where Zhang Bo was renting his house. Later on, we went with the people from the Public Security Bureau to Zhang Bo's place to find out more about the situation.

The place he rented was a dilapidated residential building. It had at least been thirty to forty years old. The house was not very tall, only six stories high. Zhang Bo lived in front of him on the fourth floor. Along the way up, from the ground floor to the top floor, many people in the same unit knew him and praised him as a good guy who lived frugally. They called his mother in less than two days.

Everyone felt very regretful when they heard the news of Zhang Bo's death. They said that it was a pity for this young man as he had always wanted his mother to live a good life. Hearing them say that, Goddess Wang's face turned ugly. On the way out of Zhang Bo's house, she let me and Brother Zhou secretly take a few of his clothes.

After the people from the Public Security Bureau left, Nanny Wang said that Zhang Bo's grievances were heavy. We have to follow her until this matter is resolved.

Brother Zhou frowned and asked why he wanted to take someone else's clothes? Noticing the strange looks in the surroundings, Goddess Wang urged us to hurry up and get in the car. After leaving the alley, she said that she would take a few sets of clothes to burn to him.

As they drove onto the main road, they saw people waving from time to time. I didn't stop the car, but went straight to Wang Shishi's to buy the paper money and the ingots. By the time he got to the gas station, it was completely dark.

The gas station was rather remote, and there were no street lights. When I was driving, I heard from the old driver that the area near the gas station was a project set up by the government a few years ago to build a park.

Before I got out of the car, I wanted to switch on the headlights, but Goddess Wang told me to turn them off as a great disrespect to ghosts and gods. I had no choice but to turn off the ignition, then opened the door and got out. I turned around and took the paper money and the ingots from the back seat.

At this moment, Brother Zhou was still sitting in the front passenger seat, holding the paper head in front of his eyes. It didn't matter if it was divine or not, one's life still had to go on. He took out a piece of Yuxi from his pocket and handed it to Zhou Yong. Brother Zhou, stop looking.

After burning my clothes, paper money, and ingots, I looked at the flames and took a long drag on my cigarette. Brother Zhou was squatting at the side. He turned his head towards Goddess Wang and said, "Nanny Wang, why is there a paper head left? Did you think of something?"

Goddess Wang didn't say anything. She raised her head to look at Brother Zhou, seemingly deep in thought. I was smoking a cigarette when she cried out, "Crap!" Goddess Wang has always been a calm person, and now it's night, her sudden words scared me and Brother Zhou silly.

I looked at her and was surprised. I wanted to ask her what had happened and thought she had seen a ghost. Goddess Wang stood up and walked towards the taxi, saying anxiously, Hurry, drive to the police station!

Brother Zhou and I were both confused. Why did he want to go back when he just came out? We were scared of that place. Goddess Wang stood next to the taxi and stamped her feet in anxiousness: "Life is in the sky, life is in the sky, both of you hurry up!"

"After getting into the car, I lit the fire. I turned on the headlights out of habit, and with a flash of light, I saw a gray shadow disappear within ten meters of the car." "Boom!" I tensed and stepped on the gas pedal.

He turned his head and whispered to Brother Zhou: "Did you see that grey shadow just now?" Brother Zhou shook his head. "No, hurry up and drive. You might have been seeing things in a flash." Goddess Wang also didn't see it. She just told me to hurry up and drive.

Taking a deep breath, I tried to calm myself. Although I have been in contact with Wu Chunyan before, but at that time I did not know she was a ghost, I was actually very timid.

Hang a gear and let the car start slowly. After passing by the location where the figure had appeared, Zhang Xuan switched to 2nd form. He added some gas and changed it to third gear, then stepped on the accelerator and sped away.

In the busy city, I turned off the headlights. Nightlife had already begun in the city. Nightclubs, KTV, and Nightless City were bustling with noise and excitement. If it was a normal day, I would definitely go to the bar with Brother Zhou to drink, or I would eat barbecue on the stalls outside, but not today.

In the evening, there were very few people on the road, so we could drive faster. In less than ten minutes, we arrived at the Public Security Bureau. Goddess Wang was very anxious. She lost her footing and almost fell to the ground. We followed her because we didn't know what she was doing here and we weren't sure.

As soon as he entered the hall, a police officer on duty came over and asked him what was the matter. Goddess Wang told him that he had some important clues, so he wanted her to come out of Heaven's Net to take a look.

Goddess Wang told us that when Zhang Bo was burning paper for the courier outside the gas station, she accidentally caught a glimpse of the manhole cover. If the courier could fall down, the manhole cover must have been opened. However, when we found the body of the courier, the manhole cover had remained intact, which meant that someone had restored the manhole cover after the courier had fallen.

Brother Zhou frowned and said, Nanny Wang, do you mean that person was also targeted by the courier Zhang Bo? Goddess Wang nodded and said, If he doesn't harm you, he will definitely harm others. If you contact this person, saving his life will be his life.

The data of Waving Slowly was quickly collected. We focused on watching the period of time before and after Zhang Bo fell into the well. The cover had been removed by a thief two hours before the accident, and a car had scared him off. Zhang Bo, the courier who was walking on the sidewalk, suddenly walked over and fell down.

Later, a motorcyclist passed by and kindly put the manhole cover back. This person was wearing work clothes and a yellow hard hat. It was obvious that he was a migrant worker. Since Goddess Wang didn't know how to operate a computer, she told Brother Zhou and me, Hurry up, you two can take a screenshot of that scene and print it out on paper.

The migrant worker went to the gas station to refuel the motorcycle. After adding fuel, he directly returned to the original road. He took the clearest print and printed it out. However, he still could not see its face, and could only see the approximate sign.

This man was rather fat, with a typical square face and a height of about 1.6 meters. There was indeed a construction site near the gas station, and that was probably where the kind migrant worker worked. " I've been there, and their project manager has been in my car. " Brother Zhou said: They also have construction work at night. It seems to be for the rush hour.

Goddess Wang nodded. "In that case, don't wait. We'll go find someone now."