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

Uncle Feng was already at the door looking eagerly.

He had lived a very nourishing life these past two days, sleeping, eating, and sleeping, as if he were raising pigs, and he didn't have to spend any money. The chicken soup in the cafeteria made his nose bleed.

After making up for the consumption of the past few days, his whole face turned red.

The only worry in Uncle Feng's heart was what if Su Hao ran away with the bucket and didn't contact him.

Do you really want to find the other party's unit to argue with?

The previous 5 remuneration has not been returned yet.

"Ah Hao, you're finally here, I've been ready for a long time."

Uncle Feng greeted him with enthusiasm.

He pointed to his suitcase, "I have prepared all the materials and they are all inside. As long as the ghost is not too vicious this time, I will definitely be able to catch it."

Su Hao pursed his lips, "What if it's a very fierce ghost?"

Uncle Feng paused and saw Su Hao handing over a paper bag. He took it and opened it, and found a bunch of colorful Hong Kong dollars inside. His breathing suddenly became faster, "How much is this?"

Su Hao approached him and said, "One hundred thousand Hong Kong dollars together."

Uncle Feng quickly closed the paper bag and looked around carefully. They were still standing at the door of the hotel. People were coming and going at the door. Uncle Feng put the paper bag away with a guilty conscience and patted Su Hao's shoulder gratefully. , "Ah Hao, you are so kind and conscientious."

Their previous agreement was that Su Hao would pay Uncle Feng to help exorcise evil spirits twice, charging 8 Hong Kong dollars each time. He originally gave the other party a [-]% discount, but after understanding the difficulties he was facing now, Su Hao insisted on giving him a [-]% discount. He has one hundred thousand, not eighty thousand.

Even the second payment was settled together.

The work is not done yet.

Are there such good people in the world?

Su Hao held a cigarette in his mouth and asked again meaningfully: "Uncle Feng, you haven't answered my question yet. If this time it is a very fierce ghost, do you have confidence?"

Uncle Feng immediately slapped his chest, "Even if there is a drought demon hidden inside, I can help you subdue it. Last time I bit 2 fingers, I still have 8 left to bite."

"But please wait for me for a while. I will deposit the money in the bank. It is not safe to carry so much money with you."

Su Hao laughed, "Go ahead, I'll help you look after your luggage."

This is why he chose to settle the money in advance. If he wants the horse to run, he must provide good fodder.

As for why you chose to give the other party [-] instead of [-]... isn't it obvious? It's better to be kind.

The last time Uncle Feng used the summoning technique, he suffered a heavy bleeding.

Including the Dafugui transaction, he made 60 yuan and gave the other party [-] yuan. The middleman had already eaten up the price difference.

If the price is lowered, will we still be human?

At the same time, Su Hao also wants to build a good relationship with Uncle Feng. Where can he find such a thug with outstanding combat power in the future?

After a while, the two got into the taxi. Su Hao told the driver an address. Uncle Feng next to him suddenly looked strange, "Are you going to the Dafugui Opera House?"

Su Hao nodded.

"That place is a famously dangerous place."

Uncle Feng looked at the driver in front of him and whispered.

Half an hour later, the taxi arrived at its destination.

The place where the two got off the bus was just under the main entrance of the Dafugui Opera House. However, the door on this side was closed tightly. A wooden railing was specially built to surround the steps, and a piece of yellowish white paper was pasted on the wall. The words 'Under Renovation' are written crookedly on it.

Su Hao skillfully turned to the entrance of a nearby alley.

According to the information the other party gave him, there was a side door in this alley, and there was a guard who was responsible for guarding the door. He only needed to contact the other party, and the other party would take him in later.

Su Hao thought of Uncle Feng's strange reaction in the taxi and couldn't help but ask: "I asked someone before taking this job. This is one of the top ten most dangerous places. Many people have died there before. , which features a decorator, a theater employee and an exorcist.”

"It is said that these people have no bones left. It was by chance that I met the owner who bought this opera house, so I agreed to take on this job. It was just to make some extra money to improve my life. I was not sure, so I took the advantage. Uncle partner."

Uncle Feng's face turned slightly serious at this time, "You pay so readily, and the price is not low. Even if there is a zombie trapped inside, I will stay with you till the end."

Su Hao felt relieved when his military morale was available.

He was also worried that Uncle Feng would raise the price temporarily after knowing the location, or return the money and run away.

After all, the reputation of this place as a dangerous place has long been known.

Su Hao took out the Eight of Spades mask from his shoulder bag and put it on. Facing Uncle Feng's confused look, he explained, "Public officials should keep a low profile when making extra money."

There are almost no people in this alley.

The several front houses at the entrance of the alley all have iron rolling doors pulled down, and the roads are full of potholes and rubbish, making it difficult for even a bicycle to get in except on foot.

Walking all the way inside, I found that there were some tools and materials such as scaffolding, cement stone bricks and other materials used for decoration scattered in many places.

The two of them walked inside for more than ten meters one after the other. Sure enough, they saw a side door, which was also locked. There was a guard's room next to it. Su Hao walked up and slapped the iron door, making it shake.

A few minutes later, a thin old man came out.

He glanced at the two people's attire at the door in confusion. Su Hao was wearing a mask in broad daylight, and Uncle Feng next to him had white hair. This kind of attire was either a theater actor or a lunatic who ran away from Qingshan Mental Hospital, which had to make him nervous. .

"We are the exorcists invited by your boss. Please open the door."

"Ah ah ah ah ah……"

The old gatekeeper made gestures for a while, and it turned out that he was mute.

The other party didn't care whether Su Hao understood the meaning or not, he just left him and ran into the guard room. After a while, he took out a mobile phone, dialed the number in front of him, and then made another beeping sound inside.

Then he handed the phone over through the gap in the iron door.

Su Hao took the phone and said, "It's me. Today is the second day. I promised to come back within three days."

The person on the other side of the phone was the Sichuan opera masked man who made the deal with him at the Ghost Story Association. "Very good, you did not breach the contract. The things inside are very vicious. If you haven't come out before eight o'clock tomorrow morning, I will When you die inside, no one calls the police, and no one helps you collect your body."

Su Hao took the opportunity to inquire about the news: "What exactly is inside?"

"Everyone who went in died. However, a former employee of the opera house once told us that he saw a six-legged monster hanging upside down from the eaves at night and running quickly past."

"Okay, that's all I can tell you. In addition, I have prepared some tools for you. Ask him to take you to get them."

Su Hao handed the phone to the gatekeeper.

The other party accepted it respectfully and listened for a moment, then hung up the phone and opened the iron door a crack to let the two of them in, followed by another wave of gestures.

Su Hao glanced at Uncle Feng, and the two of them followed the gatekeeper.

The other party took him to the door of a small warehouse-like house, opened it, and pointed at the things inside with a casual gesture.

Uncle Feng and Su Hao walked in and took a look, and found that there were some very rare cold weapons inside, including broadswords, spears and ropes. He also saw a shield half a man's height among them.

Uncle Feng focused his attention on a small row of gasoline barrels in the corner.

These gasoline barrels are similar in shape to small plastic oil cans. Each one weighs about 5-10 kilograms. Many motorcycle riders like to carry these barrels to gas stations to buy gasoline.

They didn't expect that the other party had prepared so much equipment for them. Uncle Feng asked doubtfully while choosing, "The person on the phone didn't say what was inside?"

Su Hao said: "With six legs, it can hang upside down from the eaves and run very fast. The other ones are gone because basically everyone who has gone in has died."

"Six legs? Could it be a spider? But spiders have more than just six legs."

Uncle Feng hesitated for a moment. The first thing he thought of was zombies. There have been rumors that the Fugui Opera House is haunted for decades. When he was a child, he heard the old man tell the scary stories here. Even if there was a Spider King inside, he would die of old age. .

And it couldn’t be a living thing. If it was a living thing, what did that thing eat and drink inside?

I haven't heard of anyone missing nearby in recent years.

Putting this information together, Uncle Feng thought of a zombie with six legs that could hang upside down from the eaves.

If it's a zombie, some of the physics tools in this room will come in handy.

"We'll each bring a barrel of gasoline in."

Uncle Feng opened the gasoline bottle, smelled it, and took out two barrels of gasoline.

Su Hao also vaguely speculated that the evil spirit inside was good at physical attacks. If it was a ghost or evil ghost, the other party would have almost nothing to do with it, and it would be more than enough to protect itself.

What is lacking now is also some physical defense methods.

He patted the shield in his hand and found that it was extremely heavy, weighing at least 20 kilograms. Holding it in his hand gave people an inexplicable sense of security.

Uncle Feng picked up another spear and danced on the spot a few times. Although it was not a wild move, it was still impressive.

Su Hao asked, "Uncle Feng, can you still spear?"

Uncle Feng: "Actually, what I know is swordsmanship. I also carry a mahogany sword. I also have a long weapon to supplement it, so that I can feel at ease."

After putting away the spear, he picked up a coil of rope and hung it diagonally on his shoulder.

The rope is a panacea, and it is not heavy, so you will be prepared when you have it with you.

After Uncle Feng finished picking the guy, he saw Su Hao competing with a big shield. He was speechless and said, "You'd better pick a weapon too."

"I don't have to, I have this."

Su Hao took off his shoulder bag, opened it and took out a knife holster. Su Hao pulled out the butcher's knife and made two gestures in the air.

Uncle Feng narrowed his eyes instantly and moved his nose. He stared at the dark red dirt on the surface of the pig-killing knife, and then nodded, "It's so murderous. Is this for killing pigs?"

Su Hao nodded, "Not only is it murderous, it naturally suppresses ordinary ghosts, and it is also very sharp."

Su Hao also took the butcher's knife and slashed a long stick inside, cutting off a layer of sawdust.

The two of them each chose a guy. Uncle Feng chose a spear and a rope, while Su Hao chose a heavy shield and his own pig-killing knife.

The other two people each brought a barrel of gasoline and asked the mute gatekeeper for two spare lighters.

When the two were about to leave, the gatekeeper remained at the door, pointing at a cardboard box in the corner of the room and gesticulating. Su Hao looked for the direction and opened the cardboard box, and found two rows of brand new flashlights inside.

The outer packaging cover reads: Wolsen field strong light flashlight allows you to shine farther and see more clearly.

There are a few lines of small words below, "Waterproof, lightweight, high power, super long range."

Su Hao's heart moved and he asked the gatekeeper: "Is there no electricity inside?"

The gatekeeper nodded repeatedly.

Su Hao almost forgot about it. It was still daytime and he always carried a lighter with him because he smoked. He never thought about what would happen if it was a dark indoor environment.

The two of them each brought a flashlight.

Seeing that they were ready, the gatekeeper continued to lead the way. Even during the day, the old gatekeeper walked very slowly, turning back from time to time as he walked, and made a silent gesture to the two of them, with a very nervous expression on his face.

Su Hao and Uncle Feng looked at each other and secretly became vigilant.

The gatekeeper led the two people through an indoor corridor, slowly came to the back of the opera house, followed by a safe passage, and went all the way to the second floor.

In front is an iron gate.

There was a lock on the door.

If the decorations of the places we traveled just now were luxurious and modern, when we arrived here it was like we were in two different worlds, and time seemed to go back decades.

The white paint scraped on the walls has faded, and a simple and shabby atmosphere comes to the face, which is shabbier than many old low-rent apartments on Hong Kong Island.

The old gatekeeper carefully opened the iron gate and made a gesture to the two of them to enter.

After the two of them entered, the other party handed him a bunch of keys and locked the iron gate again. He pointed his finger at the end of the corridor behind the iron gate, fearing that a man-eating spider would emerge from it in broad daylight.

Summary of June

[-]. Work update

I looked at the backend statistics and found that 2 words were updated in February.

Specifically, it is 17.9209 words.

2月份共计28天，1-9号是新书期，日均更新字数4500左右，10-28号是上架后，日均更新字数7342字。

Each chapter has a minimum of 4000 words and a maximum of 5100 words, but it will definitely not exceed [-] words. Generally, there are not many chapters exceeding [-] words.

I won’t choose chapters that are too big in word count.

Many readers feel that if there are too many chapters, the author will definitely fill it with water, so they will not subscribe.

After the 10th, I was a little excited because it had just been released. The daily average in the early stage was more than 8000. Then when it came to writing the plot of the Butcher Knife (original plot), it became a little slow and the speed slowed down. Sometimes a single chapter would be more than 4000 words.

Together, the average daily word count has been reduced to about 7000.

Because my coding is all about outlines and not details, the problem of writing down letters often comes up.

There is another reason. A few days ago, there was a sudden reform, and the weight of the fandom dropped. The difficulty of signing a contract or getting recommendations has doubled. I was also planning to quickly rush to 500 subscriptions to be a trend vane, but this time it was immediately cool.