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

There is another most critical point. They searched for the missing student for a long time but could not find it. Why can a private detective find it?

Doesn't it mean they are trash?

Therefore, Kun Chiyan's case is destined not to be publicized, but to continue to be covered up.

"So this case was finally classified as?"

Johnston glanced at Su Hao and said, "It's determined... that several college students were killed while exploring Kun Chi Rock. After a hard search by the Saigon police, their bodies were finally found. The police decided to seal Kun Chi Rock completely. This counts as There is an explanation for the victims inside.”

Having said this, Johnston patted the backpack he carried with him and said, "In order to shut my mouth, they gave me 5 yuan as hush money. I don't plan to share this money with you."

The Saigon police essentially took the credit for Su Hao and his team's efforts to find the remains of the missing person directly on themselves, and paid an additional 5 in hush money.

If ordinary young people heard about this, they would definitely be angry, but Su Hao is currently a civil servant, and in a way, he 'understands' the approach of the Saigon police.

Understanding does not mean agreement.

Moreover, the other party's method of covering up the situation was not very clever. At least Su Hao and Zi Ning, the parties involved, did not receive their message or hush money.

Whether it is case handling capabilities or public relations methods, the police agencies in these nine New Territories districts are indeed far behind the Kowloon Peninsula and Hong Kong Island.

The two chatted for a few more words and then turned the topic to Uncle Feng.

Johnston had a little more expectation and hope for this trip.

In the afternoon, the two met Uncle Feng outside the station. He was wearing sandals, big pants, and a straw hat on his head, looking like a local.

Because Dabu District is close to the sea, it is windy and humid, which is fine in autumn. If it is the turn of spring and summer, the walls of the house will be covered with water droplets the size of soybeans, and clothes cannot be dried.

Su Hao and Johnston looked like city dwellers and were well-dressed. After getting off the bus, there was no air conditioning. As soon as they were exposed to the sun outside, a layer of sweat immediately broke out on their bodies.

Uncle Feng started yelling as soon as we met, "If I hadn't come here to pick you up, be careful you would have been treated like fat sheep by these taxi drivers."

Johnston retorted: "We are also Hong Kong Islanders, not those foreign devils and foreign tourists."

Uncle Feng shook his head with experience, "Who is coming here if they are not from Hong Kong? Of course the foreigners will be brutally slaughtered, but in ordinary times the most people who come here are the locals from Hong Kong. If not, who are you going to kill? Who will let you kill them? Are you city people rich?"

Uncle Feng picked up a few people from the station and walked to a nearby vegetable market. He found a seat next to a watermelon stall and sat down. He asked the boss to give them each a bowl of mung bean soup. He very generously asked the boss to take out the frozen watermelon from the freezer and slice it for the guests.

"Let me see the injury on your foot."

After whirring for a while, Uncle Feng seemed to have thought of the key for Su Hao to come to him. He bent down and lifted up the pants on Su Hao's calves, and leaned over to observe for a moment.

He pressed his finger nearby, "Do you feel it?"

"Have a little feeling."

"What about here?"

"A little better than before."

"Is the wound smaller when you called me this morning than it is now?"

After being reminded by Uncle Feng, Su Hao looked carefully for a while and found that a dark mark in the corner had indeed grown in size.

Johnston's head came over curiously from the side. He was also present at the time, and he asked in surprise: "Is this bitten by the mummy at that time?"

Su Hao nodded.

Uncle Feng shouted again: "Do you know why I brought you here to eat watermelon?"

"Of course it's not because the watermelon here is delicious, but the glutinous rice sold in the vegetable market inside is the most authentic. If you want to detoxify your injury, you must rely on glutinous rice and some medicinal materials. I have prepared all the medicinal materials for you. I came here to pick up people and buy some glutinous rice at the same time."

Su Hao asked with concern: "Can it be cured?"

Uncle Feng nodded cautiously, "It's not a big problem."

Uncle Feng finished the watermelon in a few seconds, then wiped his mouth and walked to the vegetable market alone. After a while, he came out with half a bag of glutinous rice.

Before leaving, I bought another bag of watermelon and stuffed them into a taxi on the roadside, filling the trunk of the taxi to the brim.

Johnston looked around, but he didn't think that Uncle Feng was a Taoist master. If you said he looked like a melon farmer working in the fields, it would be more like it.

After paying a taxi fare of nearly 100 Hong Kong dollars, the group of people appeared next to a small mountain village. There was no asphalt road here, but a path paved with gravel.

Going further, as we approach the village entrance, the gravel road turns into a bluestone road.

The pavement is made of floor tiles the size of bench surfaces. Many places are missing a piece, revealing the ground covered with grass. The vegetable fields on both sides are covered with cucumbers. When the wind blows, a scent of rice fields comes over.

Johnston and Su Hao were directly treated as strong laborers by Uncle Feng. One of them was carrying half a bag of glutinous rice, and the other was carrying a bag of watermelon. They were sweating profusely after not walking far from the taxi.

It’s not that I’m tired, it’s that the humidity in this place is so high that it feels like rain on my body even if I take a few steps in the sun.

Uncle Feng was walking in front and shouting, and from time to time he would nod to each other as a greeting to an old man coming out of the village.

"This is our old village. The new village is on the other side. The buildings in the new village were built with money from the government. They said they were planning some new rural areas. All the young people in the village moved there. But I always feel that it is still the old village. You can stay here comfortably and quietly, and you can just plant whatever you want to eat in the fields."

Entering the village, there are low brick houses on both sides. The corners of the roadside are covered with moss and ivy. A gray-yellow-haired native dog is lying on the steps in front of the door, sticking out its big tongue and panting constantly. He couldn't even bear to bark.

Uncle Feng came to a small courtyard with tiled roofs and took out the key to open the door. "If I hadn't gone to town to pick you up this time, I definitely wouldn't have bought so many watermelons at once, and I don't know when I would finish them all."

"Come in and sit wherever you like, and I'll help you brew herbs to get rid of zombie poison in the afternoon."

Su Hao and Johnston placed the bags on their shoulders at the foot of the wall, and they rushed to the well in the yard.

Holding on to the wooden handle above, they pressed hard, and cold well water emerged from the well mouth. The two took off their shirts, caught the well water in a wooden basin, and poured it on their bodies. It was really refreshing. Flying.

Along the way just now, there was not even a young woman in sight in this village. Once everyone closed the courtyard door, it became a world. There is no point in being poor and it will only make you suffer.

So much cooler.

Summary of June

Currently, this book has 88 words, all ordered at 545. The last time I remember it was 505.

This month there is no recommendation, and the average order has increased by 40, which is probably related to the six-day interruption of updates.

As we all know, orders are made even if there are no updates or increases.

There should be a recommendation in July. I asked the editor for the editor’s text push on the homepage of the computer. I didn’t guarantee that it would be available. I hope I can get 7 of it.

June update...it’s hard to describe in a word.

The author knows that it is so bad that I felt a little ashamed when I wrote this summary. I even thought about not writing the summary and waiting for the summary in July to combine the two articles.

There are 30 days in this month and 6 days have been missed. The actual number of words updated in the background is 11.2 words (not counting the number of words in this summary).

In fact, it is not much different from the 5-word count in May, because many of the chapters in June are 12-word chapters.

The update situation in June was the worst month since I wrote the book, and it will not be the same again.

What is the reason? I stopped working for 4 days in May, and then overdrafted the leave application slips for the next 2 months (one in June and one in July) and got full attendance. I originally thought that I could also take 6 days of leave in June (such as The second leave application form in July and the second one in June were overdrafted), so I updated it normally in the early stage and used the leave application form for Chapter 7 early.

As a result, around the 21st, I was chatting with people in the group, and they told me that I couldn’t overdraw next month’s leave request this month.

I went to the backstage area to exchange leave application slips and looked at it. At that time, my brain was confused. Damn it, I really can’t overdraft.

In other words, because I already took 6 days off in June, I am destined to not get perfect attendance this month.

The 20% half-year bonus and perfect attendance are tied together, and the total is about more than 1000 yuan. For a street fighter, it is an income that cannot be ignored.

Then I couldn't get it, and I felt a little discouraged, so I just rested for a few days.

This is the reason why in late June, I laid down one after another and stopped updating for 6 days. It was probably such a psychological process.

The lesson I learned is that from now on I can’t ask for more than 2 days off per month. I can only use the leave request slip for that month. I won’t do anything about overdrafts or anything like that. It’s not a good idea.

The update in July is expected to be 7+, which is definitely more than in June. I still want to get perfect attendance, and I don’t plan to overdraw my leave application form next month.

From the content point of view.

In June, I mainly wrote three plots.

Night of Resurrection: I plan to follow the original work and finish writing a few chapters, but the focus will be on Li Ang and how to integrate a psychotic supporting character into the protagonist team.

Kunchiyan: A large number of magic modifications

Midnight Radio: The original work is an episode of The Ghost Files. I have made a lot of expansions and extensions. You can say that this plot is original, but it is slightly original.

I haven't finished writing Huihunye yet, so the focus of the content in July is the second copy, which I named "Five Animal Gods". The content is original and has a certain relationship with the Five Immortals.

I have laid enough groundwork for this copy to see if the follow-up order will be dropped this time.

In addition to adding a fierce ghost mission, I won’t go into details about this.

So don’t worry that I’m writing blindly without an outline. What I’m worried about right now is my update status, nothing else.

The final word count of this book must be 120 million words or later. Each book must have more words than the last. I personally set a tentative limit of 150 million words. Anyway, the results are not very good and the manuscript fee is not too much. You ask me to write Two million words is too much to ask.

You give me a book with 1000 words, and if I don’t write 200 million words, I’ll take your last name.

Let's follow the outline first, that is, follow the power system. Currently, there is an old corpse from the mountain village, and there is no mention of the eyes or anything.

Compared with the previous book, this book is actually much more difficult. The focus is on how to integrate the content of other dungeons and the character plots in the dungeon, including the description of a group portrait and so on.

I didn’t choose the right subject. I don’t know how to write Hong Kong dramas. Supernatural is too cold. Anyway, if I choose the wrong one, I have to finish it with tears in my eyes. I plan to write about the city for my new book.

That's pretty much it, it's too hot.

Chapter 233

After the two of them had washed themselves, with their upper bodies covered, they picked out a few of the watermelons they bought and put them into the wooden basin.

This is a snack for a few people to wait for.

After Uncle Feng walked around the room, he moved out a few wooden benches, and then waved to Su Hao, "You can't hold on to this corpse poison of yours. Let's go cook the glutinous rice first."

This made Su Hao puzzled. He remembered that glutinous rice did not need to be cooked when used in movies and TV shows.

"Uncle Feng, isn't the glutinous rice used directly?"

Uncle Feng cooperated with Su Hao to move the glutinous rice to the kitchen, and washed it with a wooden basin and water. During this period, he answered Su Hao's question, "In fact, it's okay not to cook it, but the effect is slow. You've been waiting for this for a day, so you still have to use it." Stronger medicine is better.”

Uncle Feng then found another steamer, poured the glutinous rice into it, and started the fire.

This is strictly called 'steaming'.

Here in Tai Po District, some old people actually mean the same thing when they say steaming. They all refer to 'steaming'. As for 'boiling', they often use 'pot' and 'stew' instead.

After finishing the glutinous rice, Uncle Feng found a few kilograms of potatoes from the house, picked out the bigger ones, washed them with well water, took them to the kitchen and started peeling them, while Su Hao naturally helped.

Uncle Feng shouted: "There is nothing to entertain you in the countryside. After you called me, I asked my fellow villagers to go to the town and buy a few kilograms of beef for me. After a while, I would greet you with potato stew and beef. No. Do you know whether your friend is used to eating?"

Uncle Feng licked Johnston outside with his mouth.

Looking at Johnston's clothes, one can tell that he is from the upper class of society.

This kind of person often gives the impression that he wears a suit and tie, eats steak, drinks red wine and smokes cigars.

Su Hao was different. Firstly, he was young and he had worked as a policeman like Uncle Feng. Secondly, they had fought side by side in the Dafugui Opera House before. Uncle Feng directly regarded Su Hao as one of his own.

And treated Johnston, who came to the door for the first time, as a guest.

Su Hao laughed and said: "My friend has always been passionate about Taoism. Today he came to visit him. It doesn't matter what he eats. The fruits and vegetables in the countryside are all grown in his own fields. They are much safer and healthier than those in the city. .”

Uncle Feng curled his lips and said, "It's best if you think so. In fact, what you said is also the truth."

Su Hao rolled his eyes, intending to bring about the apprenticeship between Uncle Feng and Johnston. However, this matter could not be discussed directly. Instead, he had to find another way. He deliberately did not open any pot and said: "Uncle Feng, what are you talking about?" How's the matter with the nursing home?"

Uncle Feng sighed sadly and said: "As you saw just now, there are not many people in the old village because everyone has gone to the new village. I also have a small two-story building there, but I don't dare to go there. ."

"As long as I'm at home, people will come to ask for debts. I might as well stay here and feel comfortable."

Su Hao asked: "Didn't you make 10 yuan in the city last time and go back? The money you owed for materials was not enough?"

Uncle Feng frowned and said: "This is just a drop in the bucket. It costs at least 500 to 400 million Hong Kong dollars to build a nursing home. The initial construction cost is also 10 to [-] million Hong Kong dollars. The materials purchased alone cost over [-] million. My What is [-] enough for?”

Su Hao then brought the topic to Johnston, "Actually, this friend of mine is very interested in Maoshan Taoism and also intends to be an exorcist. The most important thing is that he is worth a lot of money."

While Su Hao was talking, he winked at Uncle Feng and dropped hints.

It's a pity that Uncle Feng, a virgin in his 40s, realized his nerves later and asked: "It's your friend's own business that your friend has money. Is it possible that he is willing to support me in building a nursing home?"

Su Hao wiped his hands with a towel, lit a cigarette and said: "Uncle Feng, why are you so rigid in your mind? Didn't I just say that he wants to learn some secret skills of Maoshan? You accept him as your apprentice. The tuition fee can be discussed at that time."

The expression on Uncle Feng's face was very complicated.

After a pause, he shook his head.

"I think this friend of yours is not suitable."

Su Hao asked back: "Why is it inappropriate?"

Uncle Feng suddenly pointed at himself and said, "How old do you think I am this year?"