I use physics to subdue demons

The last day before the Mid-Autumn Festival holiday.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, when it was almost the end of get off work, everyone in the company was impatient, taking advantage of the absence of the boss, everyone was fishing, and even the cleaning lady stood idly by with a mop.

Xu Xiaotian secretly watched a movie, raised his head and asked in a low voice, "Is Mr. Huang here?"

The woman at the next station was applying nail polish, her eyes flickered: "I'm training people."

As soon as Xu Xiaotian was amused, he glanced at his boss's office and saw a figure standing inside through the frosted glass. He gossiped, "Who is so unlucky?"

"Who else?" The woman carefully painted her nails, took a breath, and gloated, "It's not that 'high-achieving student'."

"Jiang Cola!"

Mr. Huang sat in the boss's chair, hating iron for being weak: "What did you do last night? Everyone in the department was working overtime, except you. Do you know the spirit of teamwork? Everyone works together as a team, united Friendship, common progress, just you..."

The middle-aged bald Mr. Huang was drooling, talking about the rising point, and kept patting the table.

Standing there listening to the training was a young man in work attire, a white shirt and a dark blue suit, which looked extraordinarily cool and handsome on him.He lowered his head, as if he was not in the mood, no matter what Mr. Huang said, he nodded "En En", looking serious and obedient, but in fact, he kept glancing at the wall clock on the wall from the corner of his eye.

05:30 now.

Get off work to catch up with the rush hour.

Hearing the buzzing in his ears, Jiang Kele felt a little irritable, and a suffocation welled up from his chest.

Mr. Huang was talking about the climax: "Jiang Kele, do this again next time, don't blame me for deducting your bonus!"

These words were resounding, every word pierced Jiang Kele's heart, and his face turned pale immediately.

Mr. Huang took a breath, drank a cup of tea, and then glanced at the young man: "Is there anything you want to say."

Jiang Kele's lips moved, and he spat out a mouthful of blood with a "wow".

Thick blood fell on the white porcelain floor tiles, splashing out a scarlet pattern.

Mr. Huang was so frightened that he choked on a mouthful of tea and swallowed it for a long time: "You..."

Jiang Kele felt refreshed after vomiting it out, but after thinking about it, he still pretended to be weak and weak: "Boss Huang, you see I'm still working hard like this, can I apply for a salary increase? "

As soon as he heard the word "salary", Mr. Huang, who was still sluggish just now, woke up instantly.

"No." Mr. Huang said firmly.

After finishing speaking, he glanced at the blood on the ground, fearing that the employee would be responsible for an accident in the company, he waved his hand quickly: "If you are sick, go to the hospital quickly, don't be an eyesore here!"

Jiang Kele asked, "Salary deducted?"

Mr. Huang, who has always been steadfast, was generous once in a while: "No buckling, let's go."

Jiang Kele wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and glanced at Mr. Huang. This middle-aged man has a mean and shrewd face. He is not a rich man, but because of his wife's prosperous palace, he suppressed his decline, so he was able to sit in this position today. .

"Boss Huang." Jiang Kele added, "Call your wife on the way home from get off work."

Mr. Huang looked at the young man's back and muttered, "I don't know why."

Obviously didn't take this matter to heart.

When Jiang Kele walked out of the office, colleagues outside were chatting.

"Tell me, how can there be such a wicked thing in the world? The sister-in-law of my aunt's family got caught up in the evil and became crazy, shouting something every day—the lord, the servant."

"I think it's because I've read too many novels, let's dream."

"That's okay. The doctor couldn't find it out, so I hired a magic stick later. Hey, let alone, it will be fine once you do it."

"God stick? What kind?"

"I heard that they are quite young, two lads, they are not bad compared to starlets..."

Two female colleagues who had a good relationship were chatting, and when they saw Jiang Kele coming out, they booed quickly, pretending to be working hard.

Jiang Kele walked to his desk, put his laptop into his briefcase, and walked out of the office.

Seeing that they had gone away, the two women got together again, only changing the topic.

"Do you know President Jiang?"

"The self-made Mr. Jiang? Of course I know."

"Let me tell you...Jiang Kele is Mr. Jiang's son."

"No way! Isn't President Jiang's son just in junior high school? Last time I went to give gifts for President Huang."

"This...was born to the wife in front."

All of a sudden, the topic of the two changed from ghosts and ghosts to anecdotes about wealthy families.

But what they don't know is that the protagonist of these two incidents is the same person.

It is not off-duty time, there are only two or three kittens at the entrance of the building, and there are not many cars.

Jiang Kele had an apartment near the company, and he usually rode a bicycle back home, but today he was going to the west of the city for dinner, so he had to go out and hail a taxi.

"Where are you going?" The driver was hidden in the shadows, and his voice was strange.

Jiang Kele didn't notice it, and sat in the back seat: "Jiangshan Mingyue Community." After speaking, he leaned against the window, closed his eyes and took a nap.

The driver kept a constant smile, and the car slid out without making a sound without seeing him start the accelerator.

He looked at the young man sitting behind through the rearview mirror, and let out a cold laugh. The temperature inside the car suddenly dropped, and black mist appeared.

There was still a lot of traffic outside the window just now, but now there are eerie tree shadows reflected, and the inside of the car flickers on and off, gradually revealing its true appearance—this is a paper car.

Seeing that the young man in the back seat hadn't noticed yet, the driver drove the paper car all the way into the thick darkness...

Drop drop-

Jiang Kele was awakened by a series of horn sounds, and opened his eyes to see: "Where are you now?"

The driver didn't move, and after a while, he made a humiliating voice: "I'm stuck on the second ring road."

Jiang Kele took out his mobile phone and looked at it. It was already past six in the afternoon, and he would definitely be late if he was stuck in traffic again, so he looked at the driver: "I'll give you 10 minutes. I'm going to Jiangshan Mingyue."

The driver turned his head slowly, his face was as white as paper under the light of the street lamp: "...What are you talking about?"

Jiang Kele frowned: "Can't you understand human speech?"

The smile on the driver's face gradually widened, and the corners of his mouth grinned all the way to the bottom of his ears: "I'm a ghost, of course I can't understand human language—"

Before the words fell, the driver's head suddenly hit the safety net next to the driver's seat, and the adult's head abruptly got out of the narrow opening of the net, and rushed towards the people in the back seat bloody.

But the ghost driver didn't want to kill the man, he just wanted to scare the man. His bloody face stopped in front of Jiang Kele, and his long tongue was pulled out of his mouth.

"Hand over all your money to me..." The tone was ghastly, coupled with such a picture, I'm afraid that everyone would give up their money in a shit.

Jiang Kele responded silently.

The ghost driver thought that this man was frightened, so he laughed triumphantly: "If you don't hand over the money, I'll bite your neck off..."

Jiang Kele sighed: "Why do you want to rob a social animal with a negative balance?"

Before the ghost driver could react, he saw a black shadow approaching from the right.

Snapped--

The briefcase containing the laptop slammed hard on his right face, and he was dizzy and staring at him. Before he could recover, he felt a chill on his neck.

"You reminded me." Jiang Kele said in a deep voice, "Hand over the money."

The ghost driver's eyes rolled, and he saw a sharp dagger resting on his neck.He has become a ghost. Logically speaking, ordinary sharp weapons can't hurt him, but this dagger... seems to be able to directly affect his ghost body.

The ghost driver shuddered, and encountered a stubborn stubble the first time he made a move, and couldn't help but cry: "Why should you be poor and poor..."

Three minutes later, the ghost driver sat on the seat and shivered, as if the hideous face just now was just a fantasy.

"My family has a father, a mother, a wife and a son. I support my family by myself. I am diligent and diligent. I only make money and don't kill myself. This is the first time I do this job, and I don't have any money..."

Jiang Kele saw that the ghost driver was poorer than him, so he could only take back the dagger in his hand, and saw a flash of white light, and the sharp dagger turned into a small gossip lock, hanging around his neck.

"I'm just trying to see if you have violated the law or discipline." Jiang Kele explained what he did just now, "I'm in a hurry."

The ghost driver nodded again and again: "I understand, I understand."

As he spoke, he drove the paper car straight into the Hyundai car in front, but strangely, the two cars did not collide with each other, but drove into another ghostly and foggy road.

Jiang Kele looked sideways out of the window, and vaguely saw grimaces whizzing by.

The car was driving very fast, and in less than a moment, the thick fog in front cleared, and orange street lights gradually appeared.Under the light, the four gilt characters of "Jiangshan Mingyue" can be seen.

The ghost driver showed a flattering smile: "It's here, it's 12 yuan for the meter, plus the ghost road, a total of 20 yuan."

Jiang Kele paused when he opened the door.

The ghost driver hurriedly said: "My wife is pregnant with a second child, I support the family by myself, and drive a taxi until two o'clock in the middle of the night..."

Jiang Kele took out a stack of paper money from his pocket, stuffed it to him, and said, "You don't need to look for it." Then he got out of the taxi.

The ghost driver happily took it, but when he unfolded it, he found that it was a stack of ghost coins.

"Hey——" he turned his head, poked his head out of the window next to the co-pilot, and shouted at the young man's back, "Why do you give Ming coins, Ming coins are worthless, I want cash—"

Jiang Kele looked back at the driver, narrowing his eyes slightly.

The ghost driver sensed the danger, and immediately said: "I understand, I understand."

Then he quickly shrank back and drove away in a hurry.

Because it was the eve of the holiday, the company was not so unkind, and the job was almost done, so I left work half an hour earlier.

Huang always waited until the company staff had almost left before leaving the company.

He drove an Audi and slowly drove out of the parking lot.

Today is the last day of the working day, and the roads are much more crowded than usual.

Mr. Huang drove the car, his heart skipped a beat, he inexplicably remembered what Jiang Kele had said before, and when he realized it, he turned the steering wheel in his hand and drove into the temporary parking space beside him.

come all come...

With this in mind, Mr. Huang called his wife.

Mr. Huang's wife is not considered beautiful, but after the two got married, Mr. Huang's career has been smooth and smooth, and there has been no trouble.Businessmen are always superstitious, and Mr. Huang thinks that his wife favors him, so he is devoted to his wife. The two of them have never blushed.

beep --

When the phone was dialed, the wife thought something was wrong and asked worriedly.

Mr. Huang did not know why, so he dialed the phone, just thought of a reason, and said, "I miss you".

The wife laughed and scolded: "You old man, come back quickly." Then she hung up the phone.

Mr. Huang shook his head with a smile, and merged into the traffic again.

It's just that not long after driving forward, the car in front stopped and didn't move for a long time.

Mr. Huang lowered the car window and asked the people next to him, "Brother, what's the matter?"

"There was a car accident, rear-end collision, it seems that many people were killed and injured."

Mr. Huang's heart skipped a beat: "How long has it been?"

"It seems like a few minutes."

Mr. Huang glanced at the phone, and the call history displayed on it was a few minutes ago.

The road ahead is what he must pass to get home, if he hadn't stopped to make this phone call just now...

Mr. Huang was afraid for a while, sat in his seat and shuddered, and hurriedly called the personnel.

"Xiao Zhang, give Jiang Kele from the marketing department a raise!"

After being surprised by the personnel, he asked, "How much?"

Mr. Huang pondered for a moment, recovered from the thrill just now, and said with a heartbroken face: "Add one hundred..."