Trying to pretend to be human today

Chapter 197
"Old Hei, you don't seem to be in the right mood these two days?"

The burly man known as Old Hei squatted on the paint bucket, smoking a cigarette sadly.

The paint bucket sitting under his buttocks is the one he took that day.

Wherever he goes to threaten people, he carries this bucket, the difference is that the people being threatened are not knowledgeable.

If he is sensible, he will come back with a bucket. If he is not sensible, the bucket of paint will be in close contact with the wall at the door of the other party's house.

The burly man took two puffs of cigarettes, numb his nerves with nicotine.

His companion was right, his recent mood was not right.

"Old Hei...Old Hei!" Someone patted the burly man on the shoulder from behind, startling him, "Hey, let me tell you, why are you so nervous?"

After being frightened, he immediately realized that the burly man behind his companion shook his head: "You don't understand."

Three or four adult men were sitting together, and not far away was another woman chatting on the phone.

They are now in the yard outside a detached villa in the outskirts of the city, but it is not the one called the haunted house, but another one a little far away.

This area is a villa area, only the haunted house stands alone in a corner of the area, with only some vegetation around it.

From the corner of the yard, you can see the eaves on the top floor of the haunted house. The duplex building has some climbing plants due to neglect, which gives people a gloomy look.

The human looked back, and couldn't help but taunted his companions: "Come on, old Hei, didn't you just go to find that so-and-so... Bai or something kid, did you have such a big reaction?"

For others, this is a very common thing.

The first impression they had when dealing with the human Baili was that the black-haired young man communicated less than outsiders, and he was particularly concerned about his parents.

At best it is attachment, at worst it is paranoia.

In addition, the temperament of the whole person is also inclined to gloomy, and occasionally there is a little talkative.

The man called Old Hei hesitated to speak.

He couldn't describe how he felt when he left Baisu's community with a paint bucket in his hands that day.

He probably walked a few streets before returning to normal, and then he stood at the intersection for a long time in a tall and burly looking state, until passers-by came to ask him if he needed help.

Of course the man declined, and quickly returned home.

"Bai...he has become a little weird."

I didn't feel ashamed to call Mr. Bai directly in front of my companions, because the burly man felt that he would be ridiculed if he called out.

He didn't say anything outright, because his companions would definitely ridicule this sentence.

Those who have not faced it will not understand.

In fact, the burly man's companion teased a few words, and then said relaxedly: "Anyway, it's a good thing to agree to the live broadcast. When the kid comes, let him follow our script."

"Tsk, I don't know how that kid got lucky and returned to the fire, didn't he just rely on his face..." A certain male with mischievous eyebrows said jealously.

"Okay, that's the one that women eat now." Another companion said, "Now you go back to your mother's womb to recreate it, and it's probably okay."

The male who had been shocked by his appearance punched his companion angrily, and the fist was caught by the latter.

"But why did the boss take this job? Didn't you say that the live broadcast of the supernatural will not be done?"

"The opposite side gave a lot of money. It seems that the address of the room will not be called a haunted house, and the address of the room will be erased, and it will be announced after the broadcast is over... Damn, it is someone else's live broadcast room anyway, why are you worried about this?"

"If you want to block it, his live broadcast room will be blocked. Who made that kid owe us?"

The men chatted with each other sentence by sentence, and finally they talked about the haunted house itself.

"Hey Old Hei, is that house really haunted?"

No one really spent the night there, they just went in and turned around to set up the equipment for the live broadcast, and quickly backed out.

According to the client, he moved in with his family after he bought the house, and moved out after only living there for three days.

The client was rather life-threatening, claiming that he saw many incredible scenes in the house and encountered supernatural events.

Then he wanted to sell the house, but the reputation of the house was not very good, so he wanted to live broadcast the whole gimmick.

Good or bad gimmicks, clients have their own agenda.

"So why didn't the client find a Taoist priest? Or something else to exorcise evil spirits?" Someone questioned his soul.

"Maybe it's more expensive... I heard that that's the amount for those masters to play once." Another person compared a number, which made people click their tongues.

"It's really easy to make money..." The man sighed, "So it's because we are cheap, right?"

No, it's not cheap.

The man called Old Hei blew out a few smoke rings again, and he touched his shriveled wallet.

Because Baili received the information and did not reply for a long time, although he could threaten with a contract, the burly man shook his head and changed to a more vulgar method - spending money.

Baisu: I originally wanted to delay it for a while, but the other party gave me too much.

As a result, Baisu agreed, and the live broadcast was scheduled for the seventh of this month.

In the first few days of the first month, this group of people even went to the live broadcast room to observe.

Although they don't know what's so good about men eating, the number of bullet screens and the number of viewers are high, so they feel relieved.

Just one thing, why do the bullet screens always look at "Xiaobai No. [-]"?
The man called Old Black has studied it a bit, but he has no desire to chat now.

While waiting for someone to come to the door, a call came in. After answering the call, the burly man listened for a while, and then replied weakly: "What? If he wants to go, let him go... No, don't stop him, everything is up to him... ...Let's pay for him too...I'll reimburse you when I come back!"

After speaking, the man hung up the phone, and took the last puff of the cigarette in his hand sadly.

Perhaps taking the job was the worst decision he'd made in a while.

About an hour later, the pick-up car returned.

The companion didn't understand why they were asked to pick it up here, and clamored to give such a kid an address and let him come by himself.

The burly man shook his head, but still found someone to drive.

Now that the car came back, the rest of the people immediately gathered around the door to see the so-called "little boy" in their cognition.

"Little White Face" got out of the car, ignored the others indifferently, walked to the other side of the back row and opened the door.

Then, he took out a large and small shopping bag from the rear seat. Judging from the logo printed on the bag, it came from a large shopping mall nearby.

"Hey, hey, hey... what are you doing?" Someone opened his mouth as if finding fault, "...?"

Baisu didn't answer immediately, but put the bag into the driver's hand and closed the car door.

Then, he asked with some doubts: "It's only three o'clock in the afternoon, what will you have for dinner if you don't buy some ingredients?"

"By the way, the haunted house can also be fired, right?"

(End of this chapter)