human suffering

Chapter 155 Did I question it?

In front of the red-eyed spirit in the hard hat, Cai Gen turned off his mobile phone, and it was completely turned off.

"Brother, tell me, what's your name, my phone is turned off, there is nothing to disturb you this time."

A carp stood up straight, with a hard hat, red eyes, and his face facing the sky. He opened his mouth and was about to call out his name.

"The spring breeze of reform is blowing all over the land, and the Chinese people are really struggling"

A thunderbolt from the blue sky made the contractor's skin burnt, and he turned around and knelt down to Cai Gen.

"Boss, I won't say my name anymore, please let me go, I can't stand it anymore."

Cai Gen was very puzzled, the phone was turned off, why there was still a ringtone, besides, this sentence was not sung by Uncle Benshan, it was still very familiar, and there was no accompaniment.

Lowering his head, he saw Xiaotianmao crawling beside him. It was the grandson singing a cappella. Cai Gen stared at Xiaotianmao and slapped him on the head.

"Is it fun?"

Xiaotianmao looked excited, looked excited at the red-eyed ghost in the helmet, and was still excited after being slapped.

"Just kidding, test his mental endurance, stop making trouble, stop making trouble."

The red-eyed spirit in the hard hat has completely collapsed, there is no hope anymore, there is no love in life, and there is nowhere to go to die, saying,

"It doesn't matter what my name is, let's get straight to the point, me"

An honest ghost, tortured like this, Cai Gen felt very sad, really felt unfair to him, interrupted him, and asked firmly,

"Brother, you should tell me what your name is, otherwise I will be so curious that I won't be able to sleep."

How many times I hoped, how many times I was disappointed, the fire in my heart has been burning. After experiencing the above-mentioned many blows, it is still burning. Although it is weak, Cai Gen's words are like a barrel of gasoline poured on the weak On the flames, it exploded in an instant, and the red-eyed spirit in the helmet quickly shouted,

"Zhao Ritian, my name is Zhao Ritian."

After speaking, I looked around, nothing happened, and finally said it, and finally burst into tears.

Zhao Ritian, in fact, a thunderbolt should kill this idiot who dared to kill Ritian. His stepfather gave him his name, obviously he didn't want to let him live a long life.

Cai Gen is self-cultivated, he held back his laughter, but Xiaotianmao was already rolling with laughter, and even Xiao Sun, who had an outbreak of fear of heights, laughed, this laughter infected all the souls present, They all laughed together, laughing loudly, making this dark platform, full of ghosts, even more bizarre.

This is the rhythm of the Spring Festival Gala, Cai Gen said seriously,

"Brother Ri, no, Brother Ritian, no, Brother Zhao, tell me, why, why, why, you pushed their wives, and they went downstairs?"

Suppressing a smile, talking, it was really difficult, it was difficult for anyone, Cai Gen laughed.

Zhao Ritian didn't care about other people's ridicule, he was used to it anyway, it was because of this cheating name that he received many projects,

"I'm a contractor. I died because the mother and son bought a house in a hurry to move in. So I want revenge. If they don't buy it, we won't build it. If we don't build it, I won't be pushed by that grandson. Go downstairs, and I won't die."

What is the logic?As a contractor, is there anything wrong with going to construction?Cai Gen was confused,

"Which grandson are you talking about? Which grandson pushed you downstairs?"

Zhao Ritian pointed to the helmet that he pressed on the ground and rubbed his face, Cai Gen waved,

"Tell me, why did you push Brother Zhao downstairs?"

Helmet No. 2 stood up and said timidly,

"My name, it doesn't matter what my name is, I hate Zhao Ritian, if he hadn't urged me to rush to work, I wouldn't have been pushed downstairs by that grandson, so I hate him."

After finishing speaking, Cai Gen pointed to helmet No. 3, and Cai Gen was confused. According to this rule, one of these helmet workers killed the other?

It's a bit like a drowned spirit. People who are harmed by a drowned spirit must also harm others in order to be freed?Judging by their numbers, there is no relief?

"Now everyone points out the person who killed him, let me see where is the source?"

Next, all the black shadows began to identify the murderer, and raised their hands, pointing at each other. In the end, only three island soldiers did not raise their hands. It seemed that they were the source.

Cai Gen waved and called the three island soldiers over. Why was Cai Gen so sure?Because I watched a lot on TV, this military cap with a fart curtain, bow legs, small man, very recognizable.

These three soldiers also had the reddest eyes. If red eyes were regarded as anger points, then they were about to be revived from anger.

"Why do you want to kill people?"

When Cai Gen asked this sentence, he felt a little regretful, and obviously lowered his IQ. How could he ask such a question, does harm need a reason?Because they are bad guys.It was clearly written in the book from a young age.

A soldier with a samurai sword first bowed to Cai Gen and began to speak Mandarin, which was not very smooth.

"We, originally, did not harm anyone, and were also victims."

It's a bit of a struggle to speak, if this is finished, it will be dawn, so, as long as any profession exists, it is the need at that time. Although the translator is hateful, it is better than nothing.

"It would be great if there was an interpreter here. You speak a little Mandarin, which makes people anxious."

As soon as Cai Gen finished speaking, a soldier took off his hat, his head was half-divided, and he walked over with his head bowed.

"I'm an interpreter? Did they bury it wrong? Think I'm a devil?"

I'm going, I want to eat hailstones under the ice, is it such a coincidence?

Cai Gen looked suspiciously at the silent night sky, would it be useful if I asked the sky for money?

If you think about it carefully, you will know that it is useless, let alone whether you will be able to download it, even if you download it, everyone will have money, so what is the difference from not placing money?

"Listen to the accent, you're not a local, why are you being buried as a devil? Also, speak well and don't question the whole world."

The translator was puzzled by Cai Gen's topic.

"Did I question it? Why do you think of me like that?"

It's fine, just speak smoothly, Cai Gen doesn't dare to ask for too much,

"Tell me, what's going on? They're all dead and buried, so why come out to harm people?"

The translator was obviously still thinking about Cai Gen's question just now, and was still puzzled.

"Brother? Why don't you explain it to me? Am I really doubting it? Can't you explain it?"

Zhao Ritian was tortured and collapsed by Cai Gen's mobile phone, and now Cai Gen was tortured and collapsed by this translator who questioned the whole world.

With such an axis, is it really suitable to be a translator?

Cai Gen silently lit a cigarette and took a deep breath to stabilize his mood.

"Brother, I was wrong, just think I farted just now, let me go, you'd better tell me what's going on, and if the ink continues, the sky will dawn."

The translator nodded,

"Am I inked?"

(End of this chapter)