She made fire by setting up a stall

Chapter 3

"Big sister, you can't be so cruel, this is a human life!" The kind-hearted aunt tried to persuade the ticket seller, "Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. If you throw him down, he will die."

The ticket seller sneered, and retorted harshly: "If you don't think it's bad luck, then you take him back and let him die in your house, and I'll let Lao Zhang deliver it to you personally, how about it?"

Seeing that the man is already breathing in less and exhaling more, I am afraid he will live well in a few minutes, and he will not be able to catch up with the hospital. Anyway, he is dead. How is death different?
While speaking, the minibus had already stopped on the side of the road.

"Old Zhang, come and help me." The ticket seller pulled the rope by the door, and the car door opened. She gave the aunt a mocking look and urged, "Where is your home? Come on, I'll send someone to you right away." go."

The aunt who was talking for the man just now turned blue, she was angry, she got up quickly, pushed aside the people next to her, and walked down, the speed was not like a 60 years old person.

The ticket seller looked at the back of the aunt leaving quickly, and said in a strange way: "Why did you leave? Take someone with you!"

Mom runs faster.

The ticket seller snorted, half bent down, grabbed the man's shoulder, and was about to drag him down.

"Why don't you call 120?" A kid who looked fifteen or sixteen tentatively said.

The ticket seller glanced at him, straightened up, and what she said was not as harsh as before, she nodded, "That's fine, just call."

"I, I don't have a mobile phone." The child replied with a flushed face.

Today, with highly developed Internet information, there are still backward and barren corners. They feel that going to the hospital is an unknown thing, and they will be afraid of the police. Even if something happens, they will not think of calling 119, 120 or the like.

The ticket seller paused, took out her mobile phone from her bag, and planned to dial.

"The ambulance can't make it in time." When the ticket seller dialed the second number, a slightly indifferent voice sounded in the car.

Following the voice, the woman who sells tickets kept her hands on her hands, "What can I do then? You save him?"

Shi Luo got up and walked to the front of the car amidst everyone's curious eyes. She glanced at the delirious man and gave a suggestion, "It's better to call 110."

"What? You still want to sue me for murder?" The ticket seller obviously thought a little too much, she pointed at the people in the car, "They are all watching, this person's death has nothing to do with me, and I have no obligation to let him die In my car, you say, right?"

A few people nodded and agreed with what the ticket seller said, while more passengers watched silently, they didn't want to get involved in this life-threatening quarrel.

Shi Luo didn't respond, she had already arrived.

The man's eyes were closed tightly and his mouth was wide open, like a fish out of water. He held his throat with both hands, and his appearance was extremely terrifying. Passengers who were close wanted to get off, but the door was blocked by the man. They could only I shrunk back into the seat vigorously, not daring to look at the man more.

Shi Luo squatted in front of the man, she took out a small palm-length wooden sword from her bag, swung the wooden sword a few times over the man, and drew a ghost-exorcism talisman that no one could see.

The man straightened up suddenly, heaved a sigh of relief, and finally managed to yell out. His screams were so piercing that the eardrums of the people in the car hurt, and Shi Luo, who was squatting next to him, didn't change his expression.

Only the ticket seller standing behind Shiluo could see clearly that the man's face surrounded by black air had gradually faded, his body was still shaking uncontrollably, but his breath was obviously much more stable than before.

In just a few breaths, this man went from dead to alive.

Even the best medical skills can't do this.

The man finally opened his eyes, but he was still lying on the ground unable to move.

Shi Luomei looked at the man again, and she said to the void: "Go, don't stay in the world for too long."

"He will get the punishment he deserves."

"Okay, I promise you."

I don't know if it was an illusion, but after Shi Luo finished these three sentences, the people in the car obviously felt a gust of wind blowing, and then the temperature in the car returned to normal.

Shi Luo put away the mahogany sword, stood up, turned around and walked to his seat.

Before sitting down, she reminded the ticket seller again, "Call the police."

The ticket sales woman who had been furious before nodded blankly, her attitude changed 180 degrees, "Okay, okay, I'll call now."

When the phone was connected, the woman who sold the ticket woke up when she heard the voice on the other side asking Shi Luo, "What should I say?"

"He has two lives in his hand." Shi Luo lowered her eyebrows, and she added, "Two children."

After Shi Luo just made that hand, no one in the car would doubt her words.

"Children? Two more?" No matter how mean-spirited the person was, the woman who sold the ticket was also angry when she heard that the man on the ground had killed two children, especially since she herself had two children. said the operator.

After hanging up the phone, the ticket seller glared at the man on the ground viciously, and then asked Shi Luo cautiously, "Master, if I kick him twice, will he be kicked to death by me?"

"No." Shi Luo still lowered his brows and eyes, "It's fine to kick more."

With these words, the ticket saleswoman stopped holding back, and kicked the man's shoulder four times in total, using all her strength in each kick.

The man was paralyzed on the car like mud, motionless, only grunting a few times when the ticket seller kicked him down.

Lao Zhang was sitting in the driver's seat, with half of his body leaning back, he asked the ticket seller, "Should we go or wait here?"

"Where to go, wait for the police to come." The ticket seller crossed her arms and stared at the man on the ground, for fear that the man would escape.

"If you are in a hurry, get off the bus. I won't charge you for the fare." Then the ticket seller said to the people in the bus.

No one in the car moved.

Except for the ignorant children, the people in the car looked at the man for a while, and Shiluo for a while.

When he looked at the man, he looked disgusted, and when he looked at it, his eyes were burning.

Most of them are middle-aged and elderly people who have not received much education, especially many of them have never even been out of the county in their life. These people believe in ghosts and gods, and their elders will prepare coffins for themselves early and put them at home. , They also know which place and which master is superb in exorcising evil spirits.

Shi Luo's hand just now really startled them.

This is a matter of human life and the public security bureau of the county seat takes it very seriously. Within half an hour, the police car had already arrived.

Because the minibus was not the scene of the first murder, even if the man could speak, he was not conscious. When the police came, he just held his head and knelt on the ground and kowtowed, "I was wrong, please forgive me. I don't want to die, I really don't want to die."

The two policemen who came down were both experienced in handling cases. They saw that the matter was not simple. Since they couldn't ask the question, they directly handcuffed the man and took him into the police car. The minibus was full of people who were witnesses. Simply let Lao Zhang drive the minibus, follow the police car, and go to the Public Security Bureau.

Without that man, the eyes of the people in the bus all fell on Shi Luo. The ticket seller smiled flatteringly, walked up to Shi Luo, and first handed the ten yuan fare to Shi Luo, "Little girl, what's the point?" I won't accept the money, you take it."

(End of this chapter)