Handsome old man Jian Xiu re-employment

"Mr. Chen, in the past 1000 years, you have saved 120 people for our company. All members of the Jifu Yan Wang Xie Jifu express their sincere thanks to you."

"I wish you blessings like the East China Sea, longevity than Nanshan, and continue to shine brightly for the modernization of the underworld."

The underworld clerk in a black suit bowed deeply to him, his helmet almost fell off, and he pushed it back on his head.

"Where's your boss?" Chen Chaosheng looked at Heiwuchang in front of him for a while.

The last time he went to the underworld was many years ago, and he only took a cursory look at the facilities there.

Hei Wuchang in front of him was an unfamiliar face, he looked like a young man, wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses, and under his eyes was the kind of blue and black that is common in modern people caused by too little sleep.

"He, he has been reincarnated." The black suit said with a smile, "There is a saying, hell is empty, and demons are in the world."

"I don't know what Lord Yama wants to do, what is the 'Three Going to the Countryside', it is stipulated that our underworld personnel must go to the grassroots, go to the world to see, and deeply experience the lives of living people. No, I am delivering food in the world, and I earn money this month. Six thousand and eight."

"It's called learning by doing, practicing while learning, theory and practice go hand in hand, in order to serve you better."

Chen Chaosheng was taken aback by his high-spirited talk.

"Mr. Chen, how do you feel about my service? Can you give me a five-star praise?" The black suit put on a suit pocket, took out his mobile phone and shook it at Chen Chaosheng, "This is the official account of Smart Hell Service, pay attention Learn more about the activities of Jifu on our official account, and there are more discount activities, and every July, there is a buy-one-get-one-free service for purchasing super packages.”

Chen Chaosheng looked at the moon above his head.

He put the mask on silently.

"Mr. Chen, what's wrong with you? Ghosts don't spread viruses, even if you kiss me with your tongue, you will only lose your yang energy." The black suit clasped his hands together, "Look at my service attitude, I really can't give a five-star praise Is it?"

"There is also a cashback event for five-star reviews. During the event, as long as you comment on the package with more than [-] characters and attach three pictures of the methods of the underworld personnel, you can get one yuan in cash back."

"You talk a lot." Chen Chaosheng was dazed by him, "Dizzy."

He discovered that he was not just afraid of people.

A ghost who talks a lot is scary enough, and when he speaks, he can feel the negative energy sprayed on his face.

"Okay, Mr. Chen, I am Jifu civil servant No. 00035, you can call me 035." The black suit had no choice but to say, "You should pay attention to the smart Jifu service platform first."

Chen Chaosheng turned on his phone and clicked Follow.

This 035 is somewhat similar to the little Wang he had seen during the day.

I really envy this kind of social terrorist who can say a series of words even though they don't know each other.It's much more terrifying than robbery/robbing/committing.

Robbery/robbery/offenders stop talking once their necks are cut.

"We have performance appraisals and attendance awards in the underworld, and I'm almost about to get extra bonuses." The black suit whispered, looking at Chen Chaosheng with a sincere look in his eyes, "But there are a total of 5000 million worlds. Tongbao, converted into your human currency, would cost nearly 1000 RMB."

"This is obviously very important for office workers like us who work in the underworld but cannot afford a house in the underworld. They can only buy a small house in the sun and spend three hours a day commuting between the underworld and the human world."

Chen Chaosheng nodded slightly: "I can understand your difficulties."

"Thank you." He said softly.

"Thank you, Mr. Chen, for understanding our pain. Customers are the Jade Emperor to us. You can call you Your Majesty as much as you want." The black suit spoke earnestly, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty..."

Chen Chaosheng's forehead jumped suddenly.

He took a breath, but his breathing was always difficult due to the stuffy mask.

If he was asked to take off his mask, he wouldn't be able to stand up to such an optimistic and talkative civil servant.

Are all civil servants in the underworld so aggressive now?

The underworld servants he met in the past always wore black robes and white robes that stretched to the floor, looking at people with their nostrils, as if saving lives was a great thing, as if saving individuals and the emperor went to court.

"Your Majesty..." the black suit called him.

"Call me Chen Chaosheng." Chen Chaosheng panicked, "Please calm down quickly."

"Can I ask you something?" He stammered, unconsciously using honorifics.

"Your Majesty, please tell me." The black suit was still carrying the mobile phone that he opened the official account of the underworld, "Can you help me fill out another questionnaire, which is about the modernization of the underworld and the human world."

"Can you finish the soul of the dead over there first." Chen Chaosheng pointed to the man in black who was lying on the ground.

He was afraid that too much blood would splatter and affect the cleaning auntie cleaning the ground, so he only scratched the man's neck lightly, without thinking of cutting off his head.

His head rolled into the stinky ditch again, and under the hazy moonlight, he couldn't see where it rolled, only heard a plop.

The ground is full of blood.

There are other things in the white flowers, which smell a little fishy.

A few gray-haired mice by the ditch screamed and jumped up and down.

"Oh, I'm sorry, this is my dereliction of duty at work." The black suit quickly took out a transparent plastic bag from the motorcycle trunk, squeezed something into the bag with tweezers, packed it, and put it into the bag again. Inside the trunk.

A very sloppy transparent plastic bag with the words "Hell in the world" printed on it. It looks like the kind of shopping bags that cost [-] cents in supermarkets, with a small QR code printed on the lower right corner.

The black suit scanned the code.

"Okay." The black suit buttoned the trunk, and took two heavy shots, "This is a 21g soul."

"During his lifetime, he committed many crimes, traveled to many provinces to commit crimes, and relied on robbery to make a living." The black suit briefly summed up the man's life, "There is nothing different. The long-term domestic violence and school violence he suffered from in his childhood made him distorted."

"After dropping out of high school that day, because I couldn't find a job, and my parents remarried..." he said, "It's really an unfortunate life."

"Go well." Chen Chaosheng said.

The night wind blew the leaves of the camphor tree overhead, and the debris of the moonlight fell from the gap.

There was a circle of silver ripples in the stinking ditch.

Chen Chaosheng finally saw that head.

Wearing a black hood, soaked in mud.

One eye was still watching in horror.

These are the eyes of a dead man.

He suddenly wondered what was the last thing the man saw before he died?Is it Chen Chaosheng's bored gaze?Or the rose that is dripping blood?

Those eyes were empty, without those flashing colors.

black and white.

"It looks very pitiful, but we do not judge good and evil. The mass of the wicked and the good is only 21 grams after death. This is the eternal weight of the soul." The black suit smiled and folded his stiff arms , "I'm just a civil servant responsible for collecting the souls and sending them back to the underworld, and then unify the anti-virus treatment. I will neither forgive nor express resentment against him."

"Mr. Chen, congratulations on accumulating a little bit of yin virtue. If you die, you can get treatment at the level of the Jade Emperor when you come to the underworld with your yin virtue." The black suit swiped twice on the phone.

"It's an honor to serve you. Please look for the number 0035 next time you place an order."

He said.

"Five-star praise." Chen Chaosheng said.

"Do you need to apply for a membership card? We have a buy-one-get-one-free service." The black suit took out a small black and white piece of paper from his pocket, "This is a leaflet from our underworld."

"In addition to Chinese-style salvation, we also have a large number of doctors of theology who can conduct Western-style salvation business, go directly to God after death, and fulfill the deceased's dream of going abroad."

"No need."

His ankle was also spattered with blood, and when the wind blew cold, it sounded like a ghost was scratching at his ankle.

"How does death feel?" Chen Chaosheng asked him.

A little smile appeared on the childish face in the black suit: "It's the feeling of dying."

"Before I came to Hell, I worked in a small company. I was actually in sales. Then I died suddenly. I thought my life could finally be at peace." The black suit pushed his glasses, "But when a person dies, either Reincarnate, or stay in the underworld. In the process of transformation, the underworld is also facing the same problems that the world is facing."

"Before I died, I suddenly felt my heart beating very fast. I glanced at the clock. At twelve o'clock, my girlfriend told me that I was going to break up, and my heart suddenly hurt." The black suit said with a casual smile, "I looked at my body. Falling down in front of the computer desk, light and light, no one notices, this is my death, the night is still outside the window."

"There is no pain, no eternal sleep in the ground, and no star in the sky." He straddled the very cool motorcycle and straightened his helmet, "After death, people will reincarnate and experience different encounters. become a completely different person."

"This is death, but also new life."

Chen Chaosheng heard the wind, the voice of the black suit talking, and the engine of the motorcycle.

He vaguely felt that this was something far away from him, just like the leader of xx visited the xx area in the news broadcast, there was something separated.

When he saw the headgear, he felt that death was not something inexplicable.

"I'm leaving." The black suit said, "By the way, the underworld still has a pennant for you. You take it with you? I sent a set of small mooncakes with custard fillings. I hope it suits your taste."

The black suit rummaged through the trunk of the car, found a gift bag, and handed it to Chen Chaosheng, "I hope you will save the wicked, our underworld personnel cannot directly intervene in the living, we can only save the soul after death. After you go far, the area will arrange a artificial rainfall to wash away all traces."

"Thank you." Chen Chaosheng took the heavy paper bag.

The motorcycle rang twice and disappeared at the end of the alley without street lights.

Only the outline of the building remained hidden in the darkness.

There was a lot of blood on Chen Chaosheng's slippers. He turned his head and stepped on the asphalt road, making bloody footprints step by step.

"I kind of want to eat fried chicken with ketchup." He whispered to himself, "This color is like ketchup."

The author says:

Happy Mid-Autumn Festival! Yay!