I am cultivating an immortal in the game arena

Chapter 40 White Horse Slope

At the door of the New District Police Station, Zhang Jun walked out slowly.

He said he was cooperating with the investigation, but he sat there for half the night.

Fortunately, this is not his first time coming in, so he is still very familiar with the procedures.

"Captain Yang, don't look at me like that. I'm not a murderer. I reported the crime successfully. If the case is solved in the future, I won't want the bonus. Just give me a banner. I don't care about that stuff."

Zhang Jun grinned and said to the police officer who sent him out.

Yang Zhengyi frowned, and he really didn't like this rich second generation: "Nothing should be given less. This is a reward from the state, but your matter has not been finalized yet. Don't run around recently, we will Looking for you anytime."

"Yes! Always ready."

Zhang Jun made a salute gesture, turned around and walked out of the police station door with an exaggerated step.

"Bah, isn't it just that he has some bad money? Why is he so arrogant? Maybe this case has something to do with him."

The police officer on the side couldn't stand it anymore and couldn't help but complain.

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Zhengyi glared hard at him: "How many times have I told you not to bring personal emotions into the case."

The police officer also realized that he had said the wrong thing, and quickly nodded and admitted his mistake: "Sorry, Captain Yang, I just think this guy has a lot of criminal records, and he is not a good person..."

Yang Zhengyi waved his hand: "One code is another code. The method and scene of this case are obviously premeditated killings. This is not the boy's style. However, before ruling out his suspicion, find someone to keep an eye on him."

On the other side, not long after Zhang Jun walked out of the door, the exaggerated smile on his face gradually disappeared.

He glanced back and returned to his normal appearance.

He took out his mobile phone and dialed the old Taoist priest's phone number while walking.

"beep……"

"Dudu..."

"Hey!"

"Old thief, refund your money!" Zhang Jun shouted with a dark face.

The old man on the other end of the phone was stunned for a moment, then started laughing: "What, are you in trouble?"

"I almost lost my life."

Zhang Jun told the story of his encounter with Sister Wang, but hid the fact that he injured her, saying only that he was lucky enough to escape with his life.

The old man was silent for a moment on the phone: "It's a bit troublesome. You'd better pay attention. The woman you just mentioned is like Krasue in Thailand in recent years. In the circle, she is called a faceless woman. It is very troublesome to deal with. If you encounter it, hurry up. run."

"She-faced girl? What is that?"

Zhang Jun asked, he called Lao Dao not for the 10 yuan, but just as a test to find out whether the old guy was a liar.

Ever since He Fan told himself that there was nothing he could do if his destiny was broken, Zhang Jun felt that this old Taoist priest was tricking him no matter what he thought about it.

Money or no money doesn't matter, even if the old Taoist priest really has nothing to do in the end, he won't care about it, but if you treat me like a fool, then I'm sorry, I will use you as a backing up before I die.

"Hmm...it's a bit complicated."

The old Taoist priest paused for a moment, as if he was thinking about how to explain it to Zhang Jun. After a while, he said:
"Thailand used to call them krasue, which also means flying-head female ghost. It is a thing made by flying-head descending masters. In recent years, they seem to have upgraded this thing. You can understand it as flying-head descending 2.0 The version is no longer just a head, but also a body, just like a normal person."

Zhang Jun was amused by the old Taoist priest's words: "In your line of work, there is an upgraded version."

"Of course, we are advancing with the times, and those who work behind closed doors will be eliminated sooner or later."

"Oh, then I have nowhere to go now. Wherever your ruined temple is, I can just move it there."

"do not!!"

When the old Taoist priest heard this, his voice immediately rose an octave.

"What, didn't you say you wanted to accept me as your apprentice? Now I'm going to help you build a Taoist temple, and you still don't want me?"

"You are really serious. As long as the money comes, don't let people come. You are possessed by a comet now. I haven't even erected the three pure statues in my Taoist temple. You will only cause chaos."

comet? ?
Zhang Jun thought about it, isn't that the broom star?
Just when he was about to curse, the old man on the phone continued: "But don't worry, I will tell you a good place. You can stay there for the time being."

"Where?"

"Hehe." A seasoned laughter came from the phone: "Baimapo, General Building, Tongqing Hotel."

hang up the phone.

Zhang Jun stared at Lao Dao's phone number and murmured in his heart.

If you want to say that this old Taoist priest is a liar, he is not a juggler with no means at all. But if you want to say that he is reliable...

Ignore him, go and take a look first. Anyway, he can get the money only if I am alive. If I die, he won't even want a dime.

After making up his mind, Zhang Jun stopped a taxi and went to the place mentioned by Lao Dao.

The so-called Baimapo is a street in the old city.

Nowadays, urban planning is vigorously revitalizing cultural tourism. The area has been renamed the Imperial City District. After vigorous construction and restoration, you can see from one street to the next, all of them are antique buildings.

If you ignore the steel and concrete in the corners, at a glance, it is still quite a visual impact.

Taxis can only be delivered to the Fuding Gate entrance.

"Little brother, you can't leave in front. Baima Street is inside, just walk there by yourself."

The driver pointed the direction to Zhang Jun.

Zhang Jun looked ahead and saw nothing. There were quite a few beauties in Han and Tang Dynasty costumes all over the street.

After scanning the driver's fare, Zhang Jun got out of the car.I didn't rush to find any big hotel, but turned around and walked into a breakfast shop and started eating haese.

Three cages of steamed buns, a bowl of spicy soup, a bowl of tofu curd, a bottle of soda, and two fried dough sticks.

I was stunned and found the way to escape.

All he needs to do is put his mobile phone on the table and put on a mukbang show.

After finishing the meal, Zhang Jun patted his belly, feeling like he still had something to eat: "Boss, bring me another basket of steamed buns to take away."

"it is good!"

The boss quickly put the bun into a plastic bag and handed it to Zhang Jun.

"Young man, are you full?"

"It's okay, half full."

Hearing that Zhang Jun was only half-full, the boss suspected that the boy was bragging, but seeing Zhang Jun's relaxed expression, he was not sure.

His meal was enough for two people.

"How much."

"Um...37 yuan."

Zhang Jun took out his mobile phone and scanned the QR code to pay, then walked out while eating the steamed dumplings.

I didn't go far and saw fried sugar cakes for sale, so I bought two more fried sugar cakes and a sesame ball.

Looking in the distance, the boss was stunned and shook his head: "It would be a pity not to do mukbang."

There were various hawking sounds on the street, and both store owners and passers-by were dressed in ancient costumes.

It must have happened in the past two years. A trend of ancient costumes suddenly started to blow up. At first, no one cared about it. Later, there were more and more Hanfu stores. The most exaggerated one was that a tire seller saw the rise of Hanfu and changed it overnight. Hanfu store.

It is said that the money was paid back the same day after the changes were made.

Walking down the bluestone road, you will see a sign not far away with the words "Baimapo" written on it.

The history of the street is also written in detail below the sign.

It was a horse trading place during the Republic of China. One-third of the horses in the entire Central Plains were traded here. The scale was so large that it ranked first in the country at that time.

It is precisely because of this that many people from all walks of life often gather in this place.

It also listed many famous people's deeds, such as the miracle doctor Li Zhanbiao, the martial arts champion Cao Moumou of the Republic of China, etc. Zhang Jun read it with relish.

Stepping inside, this alley is not too narrow, and there are even rows of old trees planted on the roadside, providing green shade and a very cool atmosphere. However, the business of the shops in this alley is very deserted.

But when he looked up, Zhang Jun knew what the reason was.

The first one sells folk musical instruments such as guzheng, erhu, and suona.

The next one was selling the four treasures of the study, pens, ink, calligraphy and paintings.

If these two companies are still within the normal range, then the third one is a bit like the underworld. The one who sells cemeteries has a sign saying "Mangshan Jingxiu Longyuan Cemetery" and an advertisement on the side, offering a free urn with the purchase of a grave.

In the two stores specializing in longevity materials at the back, there are two paper figures tied at the door, and a paper-made BMW villa next to them.

Good guy, this is a one-stop funeral and funeral service.

With the green-lined streetscape, Zhang Jun felt a little uncomfortable even walking over, let alone ordinary people.

"It's weird, why do you do this if you don't do the profitable business?"

He couldn't help but mutter that the location of this street was good. If it were turned into a Hanfu store, it wouldn't be a problem to make a lot of money every day.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly heard someone next to him say: "Some shops are for making money, and some shops are just for living."

Zhang Jun turned his head and saw an old lady sitting on the bench, her head lowered, holding two pieces of gold foil paper with her thick fingers, pinching and folding, and after two or three times, it turned into a gold ingot, and she threw it aside. in the bamboo basket.

It's strange to say that the old lady's origami speed didn't feel fast, but in the blink of an eye, Zhang Jun had already thrown two or three gold ingots into the basket. The process was so smooth that it made people feel like they were sitting here. I don’t want to do anything, just watching stacking ingots is quite interesting.

Zhang Jun blinked: "Don't take what I just said nonsense to heart."

Hearing this, the old lady raised her head, glanced at Zhang Jun, and shook her head: "It's bad luck to see a living dead so early in the morning!"

After saying that, without waiting for Zhang Jun to react, he walked back to the store with the basket and closed the store door with a "bang!"

"hiss!!!"

Zhang Jun's mouth twitched, not because she was an old lady, but if she were a younger one, her bad temper could destroy her shop.

Wait, this old lady said I am a living dead...

Zhang Jun suddenly thought about it, but before he could figure it out, he saw an old man waving to him at the door of the longevity food shop.

"Boy, boy!"

Zhang Jun looked around and made sure that he was calling him. He walked forward with doubts and asked, "Is something wrong?"

"Hey, would you like to come to my store and pick a good place for yourself? The price is negotiable."

Zhang Jun's face darkened, he gave the old man a blank look, turned around and left without looking back.

"Hey...why are you leaving?"

When the old man saw that the business at his door was declining, he immediately curled his lips and turned back to the store: "Today's young people still don't have a long-term vision..."

(End of this chapter)