Hades sequence

Chapter 225

Scholar Chen Da offered an olive branch, but Jiang Jiuguo was lying when he said he wasn't interested.

His eyes moved away from a young girl walking her dog passing by the car window: "The ghost sequence slate of 'Paper Man'? Are you sure?"

"It's true." Scholar Chen recalled: "The ghost sequence slate was obtained by the Yamen from a supernatural incident two years ago. I used it for research at that time."

"How about it, would you consider cooperating with me?"

Jiang Jiuguo did not give an immediate reply.

Just a moment.

He slowly replied: "If you can really make the promise you said, we can't cooperate."

Whether it was a stable monthly income of 500 million, being able to hold a job, or the 'Paper Man' ghost sequence slate to help overcome the promotion crisis, Jiang Jiuguo couldn't think of any reason to refuse.

As for informing the white cloth female ghost about the curse.

He can give out some information as appropriate, and there is no need to expose the curse of the white cloth ghost too much.

Scholar Chen Da said at this time: "The promise must be fulfilled. As long as you are willing to cooperate, I can notify the Yamen now and ask them to send the ghost sequence slate of the 'Paper Man'."

"As for the 500 million, give me a bank card and I'll transfer it to you after I wait at the Yamen."

He said and pointed ahead:
“It’s not convenient to transfer money while driving now, safety comes first.”

Scholar Chen was so cheerful that Jiang Jiuguo also responded readily: "Mr. Chen, please inform the Yamen."

When Chen University scholar heard that he was clearly in his 70s or 40s, but his face looked like he was in his [-]s, he smiled and immediately called the Yamen while driving in front of a red street light.

"It's me, Chen Guo."

Scholar Chen Da answered the call from the Yamen: "Help me apply for the transfer of the Ghost Sequence Slate of 'Ghost Serial Number 9 - Paper Man' from the warehouse of the Yamen Headquarters, and then help me send it to..."

He turned to look at Jiang Jiuguo.

Jiang Jiuguo understood: "Send it to Zhao Tongfu at the Yamen of Lantau City. He knows my home address. Let him deliver it."

He was not familiar with other ghosts, so he felt uneasy about having them deliver it to his home, but Zhao Tongfu was well known to him, so he could feel at ease if he delivered it to him, and it could also prevent his family members from opening his package indiscriminately.

Because everyone in the family thought Zhao Tongfu was his colleague.

After hearing this, Chen University scholar focused on the traffic while driving, and did not forget to call back:

"Send it to Lantau City Yamen Zhao Tongfu and tell him to send the things to Jiang Jiuguo's home or give them to Jiang Jiuguo. In addition, help me apply for a position. I will recommend someone to be a foreign affairs official."

Jiang Jiuguo glanced sideways, he saw that the people in the yamen were really vigorous and resolute in doing things. Whether it was Zhao Tongfu, Yin Xingchang, or Chen University scholars, they basically did what they promised.

But think about it.

Everyone who can enter the yamen has his head tucked into his belt. If he were not decisive enough, he would have died long ago when encountering a supernatural incident.

"Okay, Mr. Chen, I'll do it right away. By the way, Mr. Chen, what level does the foreign affairs job you want to apply for? Since it was recommended by Mr. Chen, please ask him to give you a photo of the front and back of his ID card. Just come here.”

After listening to Mr. Chen's words, the person on the phone responded.

"Captain level." Scholar Chen said.

The phone went silent for a moment, and the person who answered the phone thought he heard wrongly: "Captain level?"

Captain-level Yinzai are the top combat power of the yamen. Each of them is a powerful sequencer who can easily control a city. To become a captain-level Yinzai, one does not have to have sufficient qualifications.

It requires great strength.

Even if it's a captain-level foreign affairs errand, it's the same.

After confirming again and again that he heard it correctly, the call center replied with surprise: "Okay, I'll apply now."

Chen University scholar did not talk to the person who answered the call. After getting the reply, he hung up the phone and told Jiang Jiuguo what had been done:

"I have helped you apply for the position of Ghost Sequence Slate and Foreign Affairs Yincai. Let me tell you, there is not much difference between Foreign Affairs Yincai and Yincai. You can have the right to mobilize some of the yamen's manpower and resources."

"It's just that if you want some archival information, you may not have enough permissions."

Jiang Jiuguo waved his hand and said it was okay. All he wanted was income, and nothing else was important. "Then when you get to the Yamen, I will take you for some physical examinations and record your current physical data, okay?"

"can."

Jiang Jiuguo said and added: "I will follow you after I go to see Yanyan."

Followed by.

Scholar Chen asked about the curse of the white cloth female ghost, and Jiang Jiuguo gave an answer as appropriate.

The two talked all the way to the Yamen.

The bald man who had been waiting at the entrance of the Yamen came forward and took Jiang Jiuguo and Scholar Chen to the third underground floor.

Ordinary people affected by supernatural events will not go to the hospital for treatment, but will be sent to the underground medical facilities set up by the yamen themselves for treatment.

Come to the third underground floor.

Jiang Jiuguo frowned as coughs kept coming from the wards on both sides.

He was passing by a ward at this time, the door was opened, and a medical staff from the Yamen came out pushing a stretcher.

There was a man covered with a white cloth lying on the stretcher, his face covered by the white cloth.

This method of covering is only used in the medical field for people who have died.

As the medical staff pushed the cart past, Jiang Jiuguo stopped him, lifted up the white cloth of the deceased and took a look. The deceased was a middle-aged man in his thirties.

"The tuberculosis ghost's tuberculosis infection can't even survive for people in their 30s?" Jiang Jiuguo's eyes flashed.

He didn't stay long, covered the deceased with a white cloth again, and walked to the ward where Yanyan was.

Walk all the way.

Not only was there just one deceased person, but medical staff in many wards rolled out stretcher carts with dead people lying on them. From time to time, medical staff even shouted from the wards:
"Where's the stretcher cart? Hurry up and push one over to Ward 8."

"Quickly inform Scholar Lin that the patient in Room 9 is in emergency."

With noisy and urgent words echoing in his ears, Jiang Jiulai came to Jiang Yan's ward.

This is a single room.

Because of Jiang Jiuguo, Yin Xingchang prepared a separate ward for Jiang Yan, and immediately invited a ghost scholar to treat her. Although it was unfair to other patients, this was a fact.

After all, there is no real fairness in the world.

"Brother Jiuguo..." Jiang Yan, who was lying on the bed receiving treatment, heard the movement of the ward door and was so weak that she moved her eyes.

When he saw it was Jiang Jiuguo coming.

The eyes that used to be watery but now have lost their luster finally have a glimmer of light.

Jiang Jiuguo walked up quickly, his expression not pretty.

Jiang Yan's complexion was very poor, almost terminally ill. Only her lips were still a little bloody, and she was so weak that she couldn't even lift her hands.

...It seems that getting the hair of a consumptive ghost did not bring cure to Jiang Yan.

"Yanyan." Jiang Jiuguo held Jiang Yan's hand. Jiang Yan's hand was very cold.

This is not because the body is weak and has no strength, but because the body's functions are almost exhausted and the body temperature cannot be maintained.

"Brother Jiuguo, am I going to die?" Seeing Jiang Jiuguo, Jiang Yan's eyes turned red, and tears welled up in her eyes.

At this time, no one knew her physical condition better than her. She was already on the verge of death, almost extremely bad, and could not get any worse.

because.

If it gets worse, it will be death, which can no longer be described as bad.

……

(End of this chapter)