Eight Hundred and Seventy-Six Gloomy House

Zhao Guangxiu followed the driver into the house. The house was brightly lit, but it was not an electric lamp, but an oil lamp. The four corners were filled with oil lamps.

It's just that the air-conditioning was blowing towards his face, Zhao Guangxiu shivered, subconsciously tightening his neck, and scolded his mother secretly.

This old monster is too stingy, it's fine if the street lights are not installed, but can't there be a stove in this room?

It can freeze people into ice balls!

Zhao Guangxiu sneezed loudly, took out his handkerchief and wiped the frozen nose water. At this time, he felt that something was wrong. Why is it colder in this room than outside?

The air-conditioning swishes into the coat, it's colder than the nine cold days, what's going on?

"Director Mao, why is your room so cold? Something's wrong!" Zhao Guangxiu said with a smile.

"There's nothing wrong, I put ice cubes in the room."

A shrill voice sounded, and a five-short and sturdy man came out of the inner room. The man had a beard, his nose and mouth were covered, only a pair of gloomy eyes were exposed, and his real age could not be seen.

Zhao Guangxiu seemed to be very jealous of this man, and bent over subconsciously, the smile on his face was even more flattering: "Director Mao, your health is really good, you have to rely on ice to make fire in the winter, it's amazing!"

The driver, who was sticking like a stick at the door, rolled his eyes with a look of disdain!

Director Mao was expressionless. Of course, even if he had an expression, he was blocked by his beard. He glanced at Zhao Guangxiu lightly, and said softly, "Come with me."

"Okay, Director Mao, just tell me if you have something to do. Let me tell you, our Changsheng Pills are getting more and more popular, and the supply is in short supply. It's a pity that we have too few raw materials. That's great!"

In fact, Zhao Guangxiu had wanted to find Director Mao for a long time, and wanted him to provide more materials. Watching a lot of money slip through his fingers, his heart hurts more than a knife!

It's a pity that this old monster is not willing to provide more materials at all, and it has been less and less in the past two years. How can he not be in a hurry?

He can get along well in Kyoto, but it's all thanks to this longevity pill!

Director Mao turned to look at Zhao Guangxiu, the coldness in his eyes made Zhao Guangxiu stop chattering unconsciously, but thinking of the lost money, he dared to say: "A lot of money is gone, it's really a pity! "

"Price increase!" Director Mao said coldly.

Zhao Guangxiu was embarrassed and defended: "I have already raised the price several times. If the price rises again, those people will probably make trouble. Director Ning, we just need to make more pills."

"Okay, do it if you want!"

Zhao Guangxiu was ecstatic, and the old monster could be considered to have let go. He resisted the joy and asked, "When will the materials be given to me? The guests over there are waiting, I have to hurry up and make a batch."

Director Mao's beard moved, and the ecstasy on Zhao Guangxiu's face suddenly froze. He had been dealing with this old monster for more than ten years, and at a glance, he knew that this guy was not smiling at this moment, but sneering.

"Don't you have the materials ready-made at home? Where do you need me to find them?"

Director Mao's voice was very soft, in stark contrast to his rough appearance, like a breeze at the seaside, but when Zhao Guangxiu heard it, he only thought it was a tornado, or a tornado with an ice knife, and stabbed him. The heart was cold, and the blood was frozen.

Zhao Guangxiu tried to stretch his neck, trying to make himself more refreshed, but his neck was frozen, it was really frozen, the temperature in the inner room was lower than that in the outer room, and the white breath he exhaled turned into white frost on his face.

But his heart was colder than his face, because Director Mao said just now that his daughter-in-law had just given birth to a white and plump grandson. Holding the eldest grandson, if you don't hold it for a day, your heart will be empty.

"Director Mao is right,

We are such a good medicine, it's so cheap to sell it for so much money, so we have to increase the price, I will increase the price tomorrow, what is rare is more expensive! "

Zhao Guangxiu stretched his frozen face and stammered, looking at the evil star who could be in charge of the life and death of his family in a pleasing and begging way. There was a long table covered with a thick blanket, and there were several large basins beside the table. The basins were full of crystal ice cubes, hissing white gas.

"I asked you to come to let you see someone, come here!"

Director Mao beckoned to Zhao Guangxiu, Zhao Guangxiu's heart dangling in his throat only then fell. The old monster stopped mentioning the pills, indicating that this matter is over, alas!

After killing him, he wouldn't dare to say another word!

Accompanying the king is like accompanying a tiger. Accompanying this old monster is even more frightening than accompanying a tiger. Zhao Guangxiu regretted getting on this thief ship more than once.

But if time were to go back twelve years and let him choose again, Zhao Guangxiu would still choose to board the pirate ship, just because he couldn't resist the benefits of this pirate ship, and because he was a thief. thief!

Zhao Guangxiu trotted to Director Ning's side, licked his face and smiled, "Where is the person? What's wrong?"

Director Mao lifted the blanket on the table, pointed to the person lying on the table and said, "Did you see it?"

Zhao Guangxiu leaned up and looked at the person on the table. When he saw the person's face clearly, he couldn't help but froze, and subconsciously asked, "What's wrong with Team Leader Yan?"

After asking him, he realized that something was wrong. Although his medical skills were not very good, he could still see the living and the dead. Yan Jiu on the table was obviously dead!

No wonder there are so many ice cubes in the house!

"Look at how Ah Jiu died!" Director Mao said.

"Yes, I'll take a look."

Zhao Guangxiu complied and took a few steps closer. Yan Jiu on the table was naked and pale, looking gloomy under the flickering light. Zhao Guangxiu was naturally not afraid. If the doctor was afraid of even the dead , that is really not even a quack doctor.

Yan Jiu's face was terribly distorted, it looked very painful, and there were still stitched wounds on her body. Zhao Guangxiu saw this needle and thread life as unattractive and not beautiful at all. Of course, people are dead, you can still Ask the medical examiner to sew a bow for you?

Zhao Guangxiu reopened the wound and inspected it carefully. Director Mao was always watching, turning a blind eye to the tumbling internal organs. After a long time, Zhao Guangxiu stopped the inspection, took off his gloves, and said to Director Ning: "Myocardium Infarction, Team Leader Yan died of myocardial infarction."

"Are you sure it was a myocardial infarction? Didn't you die of poisoning?" Director Ning's voice was raised, sounding a bit harsh.

Zhao Guangxiu shrank his neck and affirmed again: "It won't be poisoning, Team Leader Yan has no symptoms of poisoning at all, Director Mao, you are condolences!" Mobile users, please visit m..read for a better reading experience.