"I'm counting the money." Lao Wang lowered his head and counted the money, one by one with red blood, which looked a bit scary.

"Count the money?" Li Tianzhen asked, pretending not to know: "Why, your money is all red?"

"Red money? Nonsense, isn't your 100-yuan Mao Zedong red?" Lao Wang said a little angrily: "Okay, okay. If you have nothing to do, just leave quickly. I'm still busy.

I'm counting my money and I don't have time to talk to you."

"But...why is this money of yours covered in blood?" Li Tianzhen said clearly.

"Blood? Oh, this is my blood. I counted too many money, and I couldn't stop, and my fingers were worn out." Lao Wang was very calm, as if he was talking about a very ordinary thing.

Peat yo.

Your finger is broken, but you continue to count money as if nothing is wrong. Are you sick?

wrong.

Is there something evil again?

"Brother Wang, are you okay?" Li Tianzhen couldn't help but ask.

"Sick? I'm not sick, I really am not sick... I just like money and the feeling of touching money. It feels so good. If you ask me to count it again, I will do it." Lao Wang said obsessedly.

Like counting money?

What a weird thing.

"Brother Wang, stop counting the money. I think you encountered some ghost money and fell in love with it." Li Tianzhen said again.

At this moment, a loud shout came from the slaughterhouse.

"Let... let go... I..."

Although the sound is loud, it still sounds a bit blurry. Play even?

Someone is shouting?

Is there something wrong with the machine?

Or some other reasons.

"Brother Wang, did you hear anyone screaming in your slaughterhouse just now?" Li Tianzhen asked doubtfully.

"Did you hear the screams correctly?" Lao Wang counted the money and said with a smile: "As for the screams of pigs, I really heard them. I really didn't hear the screams of people.

hear."

Yes.

This is a pig-killing farm, so the pigs scream in agony.

"I'll go in and take a look." Li Tianzhen was still a little suspicious. Without saying anything, he turned around and headed towards the workshop of the slaughterhouse.

"You kid, stop here. You can't let me in the slaughterhouse workshop." But before Lao Wang finished speaking, Li Tianzhen disappeared and walked into the slaughterhouse workshop.

As for Lao Wang, he looked down at the money in his hand again, hesitated for a moment, and then continued counting.

It seems that he is obsessed with money.

Soon, Li Tianzhen walked to the work workshop.

The workers inside all wore anti-bacterial clothing. One by one, the pigs entered the slaughtering workshop. After the slaughter was completed, they were put into production lines using machine lines.

It looks very peaceful.

There was no sound of anyone shouting at all.

Each piece of pork is hung on the machine, like running water, and the pig's head and feet are cut off...

fine!

It seems that I am being paranoid.

Thinking about it, Li Tianzhen left here.

"Xiao Li, come on, let's go! Go away quickly. You came here to cause trouble on purpose, and you also went to the workshop. Do you think there is water-injected pork in my workshop?" Lao Wang said with a dissatisfied look on his face.

Still counting money.

"Brother Wang, are you kidding?" Li Tianzhen smiled awkwardly, looked down at the bloody money, and couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.

It's so weird.

Peat yo.

Counting money and bleeding will not stop.

There must be a hidden secret in this matter, and there is no way to make any money out of it.

Thinking of this, Li Tianzhen suffered from an occupational disease.

"Brother Wang, let's talk about you. Tell me, why do you need to count money? Keep counting? If you keep counting like this, you might break your fingers." Li Tianzhen said with a serious face.

.

When Lao Wang heard this, his expression changed drastically, he felt a little helpless and a little bitter.

But, he just didn't say it.

"Brother Wang, if you tell me, maybe I can help you." Li Tianzhen said again.

"Can you help me?" Lao Wang didn't believe it.

"Yes, I can help you." Li Tianzhen said affirmatively.

"Forget it, let me tell you." Lao Wang said with an ugly face while counting the money: "To tell you the truth, because...because only if I count the money, it will not come back and chop off my head.

."

"It? Who is it and why does it want to chop off your head?" Li Tianzhen asked in confusion.

Behead?

Why does it sound a bit scary?

Big case!

It must be a big case.

Li Tianzhen was a little excited. What does a big case mean? Wool!!

Piles of wool!

developed.

I just finished a small task, and I didn't expect another one to come.

"It? I don't know who it is. I only know that if I keep counting the money, it won't come to me, let alone chop my head off." Lao Wang said again.

"Brother Wang, don't let me ask you a question, you just said it. You should be more careful and explain what is going on." Li Tianzhen said.

"That's it..." Lao Wang said.

Soon Lao Wang told Li Tianzhen the whole story.

It turned out that starting a week ago, he had a dream every night, a very weird dream.

In his dream, a person would appear every night, a person whose appearance he could not see clearly. That person would use a big knife, a very long, very long knife, to cut through the place.

Cut off his head.

right!

Dreaming about beheading.

This happens every day.

His head was chopped off and he was bleeding profusely.

And it hurt, it was real pain, and sometimes he would wake up because of the excessive pain.

The most important thing is that this doesn't seem to be a dream, because every time he cuts in his dream, a black blood mark will appear on his neck.

This was already the eighth time, with eight bloody marks, it looked like his neck had been chopped off.

right!

In real life, the head really has to be chopped off.

The bloodstains became deeper and deeper every time, one after another.

A few days ago, he met an expert who told him that as long as he counted money every day, he would never have that dream again.

Then he counted the money.

It works really well.

On the first day of counting money, that person did not come and did not appear in the dream.

But it showed up the next day.

On the third day, he didn't show up again.

He learned that counting money was just a disincentive.
To be continued...