I'm catching tricks in the Hong Kong variety show world

Chapter 230 The Western World

Zhao Fuqiang looks like a normal person.

He came out of the basement, turned to the vegetable market on the side and bought some vegetables, and then walked slowly home with a plastic bag in hand.

His home is in a low-rent house not far from the basement.

Zhang San and Su Hao followed all the way behind.

Watching Zhao Fuqiang go upstairs, open the door, and then close the door.

Su Hao then stuck to the door of the other party's room and eavesdropped for a while. His expression became more and more strange. There was actually a sound in the room, but he couldn't tell whether it was a man or a woman, but someone must be talking to Zhao Fuqiang.

Zhang San asked nervously from the side: "What should we do now? Should we go in or go back? Or should we call the police?"

Until now, Zhang San thought it was just a small problem during an affair.

He unexpectedly met a former colleague who came back from the dead. How could he have any intention of continuing the affair?

Su Hao's mentality is naturally different from his.

I came here just to investigate the midnight radio case. Even if Zhao Fuqiang was a ghost at the moment, it would not pose any obstacle to him.

"Of course I went in."

Zhang San said again: "Aren't you afraid?"

"What are you afraid of?"

Su Hao looked back at him strangely and found that Zhang San's face looked very strange.

Energy-saving voice-activated lights are installed in this corridor. The sound of several people talking at the door caused the voice-activated lights to flicker on and off.

Su Hao found that there was no shadow on Zhang San.

He strengthened his judgment that Zhang San should be dead at this moment.

It’s just that Zhang San himself doesn’t know.

The ability of this illusion is so special, and it is even more important to investigate the inside story. Otherwise, who will dare to drive a midnight taxi on Hong Kong Island in the future?

Once the incident occurs, social security will be chaotic.

Even though Su Hao was not in his strongest condition at the moment, he still didn't want to go home empty-handed, so he could only take it one step at a time.

Ignoring Zhang San behind him, Su Hao directly reached out and knocked on the door.

"Zhao Fuqiang, are you here? We are colleagues from your former company. I heard that you resigned, so we came here to visit you today."

Su Hao couldn't help but stretched out his hand to knock on the door.

clap clap clap...

After a while, the door opened.

Zhao Fuqiang appeared at the door full of doubts.

Su Hao turned around and pushed Zhang San forward.

The latter was trembling with fear, his legs were shaking a little, and his speech was a little scarred. He stared at Zhao Fuqiang with a horrified look on his face, and took the initiative to say hello: "Brother Qiang, I am Zhang San. We drive a taxi together in the company, and we both work night shifts. , I had a drink at Lao Wang Lu Zhu’s before.”

Zhao Fuqiang's eyes lingered on Zhang San for a while. Perhaps he recognized him and stepped back, "Come in."

"I just came back from get off work. The house is a bit messy, so just sit down."

Su Hao followed Zhang San into the house like a mouse. With his discernment wide open, he immediately observed the furnishings in the house.

He was very familiar with the layout of this kind of low-rent house. After all, he was living in a low-rent house now, but it was slightly more advanced than Zhao Fuqiang's current house.

Even the low-rent housing on Hong Kong Island is divided into several levels.

The worst ones are all single rooms without indoor toilets and kitchens. Residents can only set up an iron shelf at the door of the corridor and use a gas tank to light the fire.

At dinner time every day, if you fry onions and eggs at the door, people in the whole building can smell it.

Better low-rent housing is similar to what Zhao Fuqiang's house has now. It has a kitchen, a toilet, two bedrooms and a living room, but all the apartment types seem to have been forcibly kneaded together into a smaller version, with an external area of ​​30 to [-] square meters. , the actual area is only more than [-] square meters.

In low-rent housing like this, families often live there.

If it's better for a family of three, but if there are three generations living under the same roof and there are many brothers and sisters, then the only option is to build a bed on the floor.

What's even better is the low-rent house that Su Hao lives in now. It's actually inappropriate to call it a low-rent house. It's not much different from ordinary commercial housing. It's just that the government provides subsidies and the application requirements are much higher. Su Hao has police. Only those who are school graduates, have future civil servant status, and have the BUFF of an orphan can apply for one set.

With the blessing of Dharma Eye, everything in the house appeared in Su Hao's eyes.

A seven or eight-year-old child was doing homework on the table in the living room. Zhao Fuqiang came in and slapped the child on the back of the head, "Go to the back room to write, there are guests."

The child grunted dissatisfiedly, then obediently packed up his textbooks and entered one of the bedrooms.

What the child revealed to Su Hao's eyes was a dense movable black air. As for the layout inside, it resembled a moss-covered stone, with a hazy mist covering the walls and door.

Taking advantage of the opportunity to sit down, Su Hao reached out and pressed on the table in front of him, and inserted one hand directly into the table.

He quickly retracted his hand and looked at the layout of the kitchen. A woman with short hair, wearing home clothes and slippers was cooking with her back to them. As usual, she was also a human figure made of black energy.

Su Hao's eyes switched back and forth between the Dharma Eye state and the normal eyeball state. When his back was turned to Zhao Fuqiang and Zhang San, he would quickly switch to the Dharma Eye state.

Zhang San didn't wait to sit down, and suddenly reached out and grabbed Zhao Fuqiang's wrist. During this period, he quietly rubbed it vigorously. Then his face changed drastically, and he murmured: "How could it be? Aren't you dead?"

After all, he is an idiot who can't hide something in his heart.

Zhao Fuqiang's expression immediately changed. He threw Zhang San's wrist away and sneered: "Are you the same group as Ma San, who called me before to ridicule my death?"

"Are you jealous when you saw me changing jobs and getting a better job? Are you here to slander me?"

"My wife and children are here, but you are still worried, so you come here to investigate in person? That's so wicked, are there any former colleagues like you?"

Seeing that Zhao Fuqiang turned against him, Zhang San acted like a frightened bird. He quickly looked at Su Hao and had no idea.

Su Hao glanced at the short-haired woman cooking in the kitchen. There was a burst of noise inside. He leaned forward, stared into Zhao Fuqiang's eyes and said, "We all know that you have a family and a family, so we are worried." I came here to check on the situation at your home, so I didn’t mean anything bad.”

Zhao Fuqiang stepped back and became excited as he spoke, "My life is very good now. After changing jobs, my salary is half that of driving a taxi. The work intensity and time are reduced a lot. Didn't you see me?" Will my wife and children obey me and stop complaining?"

"I'm very satisfied with my current life. If you're here to cause trouble, don't send me away. If you also want to change jobs, I can promise to help you keep an eye on the radio station's host recruitment. When the opportunity comes, I will be the first to do it. Let me tell you, as a former colleague, this is all I can do."

Su Hao saw that the other party's expression didn't seem to be fake, so he suddenly dropped a big bomb, "Zhao Fuqiang, is there a possibility that you are actually dead and you are just living in your own fantasy? What happened a few days ago?" You drove the taxi into the pond on XX Road and drowned. I asked someone to salvage your body for you."

Zhao Fuqiang's expression changed sharply. He pushed Su Hao away unceremoniously and shouted angrily: "Fart, you guys are just as unkind as Ma San. Get out of here. This is my home and you are not welcome."

Zhang San hurriedly stood behind Su Hao, worried that Zhao Fuqiang would go crazy. After all, the person standing in front of them was most likely not a human being.

Su Hao was scared to death.

He sneered and said: "The reason why you are living in your own fantasy and don't want to come out is that in addition to your job as a male radio host, you can also have an affair with Miyuki after work. You have a wife and children at home and a lover at work. , making money and supporting the family is both possible, right?”

Zhao Fuqiang's expression quickly turned ugly.

He glanced at his wife who was cooking in the kitchen, opened the door, and said in a much lower tone, "Let's go out and talk."

Su Hao walked in front, thinking as he walked.

It seems that Zhao Fuqiang is not ignorant about his death, but knows something about it.

He is more like a person pretending to be asleep, but he just doesn't want to admit that he is dead.

Just now it seemed that Zhao Fuqiang was worried about his affair with Miyuki, but in fact he was worried that Su Hao's words "You are dead" would be heard by the other two people at home.

Zhang San followed Su Hao with a depressed expression and kept repeating: "I didn't expect Miyuki to be such a person. Is there really an affair between him and Zhao Fuqiang?"

Su Hao glanced back at him with a sympathetic look, "Don't you want to have a fun PK with Miyuki? Is it possible that you still want to marry her as your wife?"

Zhang San struggled: "Even if you find a lover, you can't accept that the other person is a bus."

Zhang San's thinking at the moment was strange. He was originally worried that Zhao Fuqiang was a dead man and would be detrimental to them, but now his attention shifted to Miyuki being a bus.

Su Hao thought that the illusion they were currently in had a strange magical power that allowed people to inherit some of their past memories, but it was unknown how much they could inherit.

The two of them came to the corridor at the door first.

Because of the conversation between the two, the voice-controlled light outside turned on again.

The sound of Zhao Fuqiang's footsteps came from behind. He looked at the two of them with an ugly expression. He stopped pretending and asked directly: "You say I am dead. What evidence do you have? My wife and children are here, why do you say I am dead?" If I die, won’t my wife and children know about it?”

Su Hao stared at the other party and said: "After the incident, we went to your home to find your wife to give a statement. She said that actually the relationship between you had broken down a long time ago and you were quarreling every day, otherwise you wouldn't have fallen in love with Miyuki. .”

"so what?"

Zhao Fuqiang's face flickered, hidden under the voice-activated lights that turned on and off.

Su Hao continued: "In your home just now, your wife and children were very docile. Don't you find it strange?"

Zhao Fuqiang continued to deny: "What's weird? How can there be any overnight feud between husband and wife? They quarrel at the head of the bed and at the end of the bed. You are jealous of my family. The red flag is not down."

Su Hao suddenly pointed under him and raised his voice a lot, "You obviously don't even have a shadow. What are you if you're not a dead person?"

Following Su Hao's cold shout, the voice-activated light turned on again.

The cool light brushed over Zhao Fuqiang's body without stopping at all.

Zhao Fuqiang sneered. He also pointed at Su Hao and Zhang San, "You also have no shadow."

Fortunately for Su Hao, Zhang San couldn't stand the other party's fright. He immediately lowered his head to check his own shadow, and then a line of sweat broke out on his face.

"how can that be?"

"Why don't we all have shadows? Only ghosts don't have shadows. Sir, is it possible that we are all dead?"

Su Hao also lowered his head. He glanced at himself and found that he had no shadow either.

He suppressed the panic rising in his heart, and his thoughts began to spin rapidly. He had always felt that he had missed something before, but now he realized that it was not that Zhang San was dead, but that something was wrong with him.

Could it be the effect of this strange illusion?

This alone constitutes an inner world, and everyone who enters the illusion will become a soul state. This can also explain why the figure of Huang Huotu who was walking under the overpass suddenly disappeared.

Naturally, it was the half-immortal behind him who pulled him out.

After thinking about this, Su Hao breathed a sigh of relief.

Even though they are all in the state of souls now, Su Hao's soul has been strengthened in the "Yueyue'er" copy space. If he expected it to be true, their bodies outside the fantasy world have entered a state of suspended animation. As long as they can get out of here in time, they can The soul returns to the body, and the dead can immediately become alive.

The key is how to get out of here.

Su Hao no longer planned to investigate the cause of death from Zhao Fuqiang's mouth step by step. This guy made it clear that he had no intention of cooperating. In this case, he would come directly to deal with it.

Zhao Fuqiang's tone suddenly became gloomy, and he chuckled: "We are all dead, so there is no need for you to accuse me."

"Actually, it's very good here. There are no intrigues and pressures in real life. My wife and children are very obedient. My colleagues are also very good. I have earned enough money and I don't need to buy a house anymore. I would rather stay in such a paradise." For a lifetime."

"Don't you think so? Welcome two new friends, hahaha..."

By the end, Zhao Fuqiang's voice became unbridled laughter.

He didn't pretend either.

But Zhang San's face became extremely ugly, "Ah SIR, I came to cooperate with you to investigate the case. I don't want to die. You must have something to do, right?"

Su Hao said calmly: "As long as we can get out from here."

"Then what are we waiting for? Hurry up and get out. The longer it takes, the worse it will be."

"Don't worry, I have one more thing to do, and it will be done soon."

Su Hao stared at Zhao Fuqiang in front of him, the pupils in his eyes suddenly changed color, a crescent moon rose inside, and the Samsara Eye was officially activated.

Zhao Fuqiang's eyes made slight contact with Su Hao, and he shuddered all over his body. He had the illusion that the secrets hidden in his heart were being peeped out. He secretly screamed something bad, raised his hands, clapped them hard, and shouted loudly: "Someone is trying to escape from here, please come quickly."

There was suddenly an abnormal creeping movement in the air around him. The corridor under his feet was visibly curved, and a beast-like roar came from the bottom of the stairs.

Su Hao instantly closed his eyes.

Just when he was slightly interrupted, a black panther suddenly rushed up from the stairs of Tongzi Tower at an abnormal speed, and its target was Su Hao and Zhang San.

Zhang San was already scared to tears.

He pointed at the black panther that appeared at the end of the corridor and shook Su Hao desperately, "SIR, what should we do now?"

This black panther runs fast, is close to the size of a lion, and has no hair on its body. It should not appear in this illusion at all.

Su Hao thought of the black cat and owl he had seen before, and he immediately understood.

It turned out that it was all the fault of the Western colleague.

Needless to say, the black panther in front of me must be an incarnation of the Western God of Death, but judging from its size, this incarnation is much more powerful than the black cats and owls we have seen before.

Now that Su Hao didn't have the judge's pen and didn't even bring the butcher's knife, he didn't dare to confront the opponent head-on.