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Zhong Kui's Diary
After pondering for a moment, I nodded, "Alright, from now on, you are an employee of our company. The salary is three thousand five hundred a month, with no insurance or provident fund, and no meals provided. As for accommodation, you can sleep in the store."
Fatty exclaimed, "Ghost Brother, this seems a bit rushed, doesn't it? We're just hiring a receptionist; what use is this middle-aged man at the front desk?"
"Exactly, he has his uses!" I joked casually before shifting my tone, "Fatty, he used to be a habitual thief. Besides answering phones, he can also scout locations and keep watch... In other words, we haven't just hired a receptionist; we've also brought on an operative. Ahem, he could even serve as security, mover, cleaner, or chef..."
Shen Sipan chuckled bitterly, "Boss, please don't say that in front of me; I'm thinking of applying for a raise right now."
"Hahaha." I laughed heartily and patted Shen Sipan on the shoulder, "I didn't expect you to get along so well with your colleagues."
I must admit that bringing Shen Sipan into this team was my wisest decision. He was like an engine that never tired, setting up ghost displays outside every night. (Setting up displays is our industry jargon for creating ghostly scenes in various buildings and areas.)
As a result, the entire Star City was filled with cries of ghosts and wolves. The phone calls requesting our ghost-catching services rang incessantly, to the point where we had to work overtime to fulfill orders. Later on, Fatty and I were almost exasperated as we sought out Shen Sipan to ask him to slow down the pace; at the very least, we needed a breather.
In addition to that, after years of traveling around the country, Shen Sipan had seen and experienced a lot. For example, once when we were on a business trip to Shacheng, a business card was slipped under our hotel room door featuring a youthful beauty with large breasts and a phone number. Fatty immediately wanted to call the number, but Shen Sipan stopped him right away. When asked why, he explained that it was all a scam; once you called them, they would ask for a deposit of 00 yuan upfront because they were afraid you might back out later. After sending the money, they would then ask for an additional 800 yuan deposit...
Fatty didn't believe it and dialed the number anyway. Sure enough, within moments they were asking for a deposit. From then on, Fatty referred to Shen Sipan as Brother Shen.
Life went on smoothly like this; the exciting and thrilling days seemed far behind me. More often than not, I felt like an ordinary person. Even when I went to the pharmacy to buy condoms, I would open the package to check inside. If I found that there wasn't even one condom in the box, I would argue with the salesperson until my face turned red...
Only when Lou Wei urged me to find the Book of Life and Death did I remember that I wasn't just an ordinary person.
As for Ji Wuyuan, Jiang Ziyu, and John, I hardly kept in touch with them. Anyway, those three were busy playing cards together; even Mr. Huang wouldn't dare provoke them.
I originally thought these ordinary days would go on forever, until one morning I received a phone call.
The number was a landline—466594. Previously, when I was in Star City, any number starting with 46 belonged to the roadside iCard public phones.
On the other end of the line was an ancient voice: "Zhong Zhengnan?"
"Yes, who are you?" I replied, somewhat taken aback.
"It doesn't matter who I am; I just want to remind you of something," the old man said calmly.
"What is it?"
"Do you remember receiving a package once? Inside that package was a key," the old man said slowly.
Hearing this, I immediately recalled that at that time, Qingcheng and I had a fierce battle with the Bright Moon Phantom, which had possessed Public Security Bureau Chief Li Dexin. Although we ultimately defeated it, we were both severely injured and hospitalized. During my stay in the hospital, a delivery person brought me a package containing a key and a strange note.
Thinking back on it, I exclaimed, "Yes, yes, yes! That did happen. Did you send that package?"
"That's right; I sent it," the old man replied nonchalantly, as if it were a trivial matter.
"What about the key?"
"I didn't tell you before because it wasn't the right time. Now I can tell you that this key is for a storage locker. The locker is at the Bank of China on Jinshan Road. Go find Manager Sun; he will give you the items stored in the locker." After saying this, he hung up the phone.
I stood there for a while before realizing what had happened. It turned out that this old man had stored something in a locker at the Bank of China and sent me the key through express delivery. Now he was telling me to go retrieve whatever was inside.
Uh, where did I put that key? After thinking for a while, I finally remembered that my parents took all those things home when I was discharged from the hospital.
I quickly called a taxi and returned to my parents' house. When my dad saw me, he exclaimed, "Oh, isn't this Mr. Zhong? What a rare guest! Are you still renting your room? Tsk tsk, if you don't come back soon, that room will turn into a happy base for the strong."
Laughing, I patted my dad on the shoulder and asked, "Hey, old man, remember when I was in the hospital last time, someone sent me a key? Where did you put it?"
Seeing my dad frown and scratch his head without coming up with an answer, I quickly said, "Don't you remember? I'll ask mom. Um, is mom home?"
My dad widened his eyes and said, "What? Are you doubting my memory? You think I've forgotten where I put it? I have to remember it today."
Right, you're my dad. I laughed and called out for mom. To my dismay, when she came out, she also couldn't remember where the key was. Unable to find it, both of them complained to me: "It's been over a year; you never mentioned it. It might have been thrown out as garbage!"
"Alright then, let me know when you find it. I'm leaving now," I said with a smile.
Hearing this, my parents were even less pleased, especially my dad, who angrily said, "You haven't been home for so long and you're not even going to have a meal? Even if it's just a leader visiting a welfare recipient, they should at least shake hands and say a few words before leaving."
"I'm going to buy groceries," I quickly changed my tune.
At noon, we had lunch at home. Mom cooked several dishes, and I drank a couple of glasses of wine with my dad. Just as we were enjoying ourselves, he suddenly slapped his forehead hard and said, "I remember where that key is." With that, he got up and went to his room. After a while, he came back holding a key.
"Is there still a piece of paper inside?" I casually asked.
"I didn't see any paper like that," my dad replied with a grunt, downing his drink and squinting at me. "By the way, why haven't you brought Guo'er home?"
"You are getting older, it's time to consider starting a family!" my mother said earnestly from the side.
"......"
I quickly finished my meal, threw down my chopsticks, and ran away. I felt a bit wistful; if it were just Guo'er, I could bring her here occasionally, but now I have two girlfriends. If the three of us showed up together, I wonder if the elders would accept it.
Uh, they wouldn't get so angry that they would come at me with a knife, would they? Forget it, I'll wait a while longer.
When I arrived at the Bank of China, I found the security guard at the entrance and asked for Manager Sun. The guard smiled and asked if I had an appointment. I shook my head and replied no.
The guard hesitated for a moment, then whispered the situation to the Lobby Manager. The Lobby Manager glanced at me, walked over, and asked what I needed. I said I was there to retrieve something from the locker.
The Lobby Manager responded with an "oh," asked for my name, took out his phone to make a call, and after hanging up, smiled and said, "Please wait here for a moment; Manager Sun will be here shortly."
Before long, a young man in a suit approached me confidently. Even from three meters away, he extended his hand and warmly said, "Mr. Zhong, right? I'm Sun Ding!"
I smiled and shook his hand without wasting time. I took out the key and waved it: "I'm here to pick something up."
Sun Ding took the key, looked at it, handed it back to me, and smiled: "Mr. Zhong, our rule is that we only recognize the key, not the person. However, when opening the locker, there will be a password keypad; you should know about that, right?"
Password?
I was taken aback for a moment before recalling that when I received the key, there was also a note inside. Although my parents had thrown it away, I remembered its contents because Qingcheng had passed by then. That string of English was the WeChat ID of the notorious author Cao Dama Zi—haduhuzi. I had asked Qingcheng what that meant, and she had laughed and told me it was pinyin for 'many Beard oh.'
This should be the password for the locker, I thought to myself.
Taking the elevator down to the basement level, I walked through a short corridor of just over a hundred meters, where there were three Alloy Gates. Passing through the corridor, I entered a fortified underground room the size of a classroom. The center was empty, but the walls were lined with safes. The safes were embedded in the walls, gleaming with a silvery sheen, looking exceptionally sturdy and giving off a very secure feeling.
Sun Ding led me to the wall opposite and pointed to one of the safes, smiling as he said, "Mr. Zhong, this is the storage cabinet."
I inserted the key and turned it twice. With a 'ding', a liquid crystal panel popped out from the center of the safe. As I had guessed, there were twenty-six English characters on it, along with a delete key and an enter key. I entered the password "haduhuzi" and then pressed the enter key. The safe made a clicking sound. Turning back to look at Sun Ding, he smiled and waved his hand at me, indicating that I could open the safe.
As I pulled open the door of the safe, I found an antique-style box inside that looked very familiar.
Seeing this box made my heart skip a beat.
Damn, isn't this box meant for holding the Book of Life and Death?
Could it be that this box contains the last page of the Book of Life and Death—the Yao Guang Breaking Army Scroll?
Am I really about to gather all the pages of the Book of Life and Death?
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