Underworld brat

Seeing Chao Fan drinking tea, the judge put his heart into his stomach, and the train ran more and more smoothly in his mouth: "My little nephew, this time he was transferred to the [-]th floor of hell to be a tour guide. It's the first time he does this , I was worried, please put it on me. I thought, don’t you know me? You are a tour guide, so you came here with a shy face and asked if you could take him with you, so you should do me a favor .”

"In...the [-]th floor of hell...to be...to be a tour guide? It's too...too bloody..." Chao Fan was so frightened that his tongue was tied up. Watching those ghosts being tortured every day is worse than working in a haunted house Terrible.

"Hi! What are you talking about? That place has been abandoned long ago." The magistrate glared at him unhappily, "The [-]th-story Hell is now under the management of the Tourism Bureau. It is a famous historical and cultural relic. Earn that amount."

The judge cryptically made gestures.

Now it's Chao Fan's turn to get stuck, cultural relics?generate income?Return to the Tourism Bureau?How could these words not be associated with the eighteen levels of hell?He barely swallowed his saliva: "Why...why did it suddenly fail?"

"It's not you little devils from the earth." The magistrate said angrily, "emphasize that ghosts have ghost power, refuse to abuse and so on, and learned ten percent from the demonstrations on the ground. If it was in the past, Lord Yan slapped it, and it’s okay to kill tens of thousands of little ghosts. But at that time, the belief in the world did not exist, and the power of the underworld dropped sharply. Everyone could not suppress it, so they had to negotiate with the leading ghosts and promised them to promote the modernization of the underworld. Then talk When it comes to sentencing and punishment, such petty crimes as gossip, cheating, and laziness do not need to go to hell at all. As a result, more than half of the [-]th floor of hell is empty. The number of prisoners has dropped sharply, and hell is empty. Funds, the bosses above stopped it. Now it is used as a symbol to earn ticket money."

Chao Fan really didn't expect that there was a revolution in the underworld, and I really don't know what powerful ghosts promoted it.

"Without the eighteen levels of hell, what about those ghosts who made mistakes in the yang world?" Chao Fan inevitably asked.

"If the crime is heinous, we will be punished. We also have courts and punishment departments." The magistrate obviously didn't want to continue this topic, "If the crime is minor, he will be punished for public service, such as sweeping the streets, supporting the ferry, and repairing the house. No one will do it." I will hand over all the work to them, and it will be free of charge. After finishing the work, I will be cast as a beast, which is appropriate. Well, let’s not talk about this, what do you think about what I said? My nephew will go through the formalities at the center, you If he agrees to help, I'll call him over."

Chao Fan was still immersed in the shock of the [-]th floor of hell being turned into a cultural relic, so he didn't react for a while.

Seeing the annoyed figure flashing outside the door, the magistrate couldn't help feeling a little anxious, and raised his voice and said, "Okay! This little help is not helpful? Thanks to me, I still treat you with good tea!"

"Eh?" Chao Fan finally came to his senses, and quickly apologized with a smile, "I was thinking about other things just now. With our relationship, of course I will help with this little favor."

The magistrate breathed a sigh of relief, and pretended to make a phone call: "Hey... well, come here... I found you a partner... learn from him... as soon as possible!"

After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone with a smile on his face, and said to Chao Fan, "Wait a minute, he will..."

"Uncle Xiang, I'm here." Before the judge finished speaking, a figure appeared at the door of the office, and the judge who said "wait a moment" was so embarrassed that he could only smile stiffly.

Chao Fan turned his head and found a handsome man standing at the door, taller than himself by a head, his temples were cut like knives, his eyes were like lacquer, he had an ancient hair style, and he was wearing a white robe. It gives people a feeling of Yushu facing the wind.Chao Fan thought that the magistrate's nephew was also a superhuman figure, but he turned out to be a handsome guy.

However, this face gave him a strangely familiar feeling, as if he had seen it somewhere before, and when he thought about it, he felt dizzy for a while, as if something had slipped by, but he couldn't catch it anyway. of.

Hearing that he was getting clearer, but he still didn't recognize himself, Di secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thankful that he asked Granny Meng for a drop of soup, so that he could forget the embarrassing thing about meeting him that day.Otherwise, if we meet directly, I really don't know how he will react, maybe he still wants to call the police.

"Hey, this is Chao Fan. He used to be a tour guide. If you have any questions, you can talk to him." The magistrate finished pointing to Chao Fan with one hand, and listened with the other, "Chao Fan, this is my nephew named Di. ,meaning……"

The magistrate got stuck for a while, and the two even forgot to collude with their pseudonyms. What should we do?

"Brother?" Chao Fan was a little surprised, why would someone call him "brother?"Isn't that the one who called him by his name? Didn't he all become cheap brothers?

"No, my surname is Emperor, and my single name is Ting." Di Ting introduced himself, and gave the judge a slight look, "Uncle Xiang is stuttering."

"Ah, that's right, I stuttered just now." The magistrate smiled and drank the tea in his hand.

Chao Fan felt that the atmosphere between the two uncles and nephews was quite strange, not to mention unfamiliarity and restraint, as if there was still a layer of fear inside.

Maybe it's a distant relative, he thought in his heart, patted Di Ting's shoulder, and deliberately eased the atmosphere: "Little brother, isn't there a popular taboo in the underworld? It doesn't matter if your name is Di, you can still call it Di Ting. I remember the place Tibetan King Bodhisattva has a beast called Di Ting, right? You have the same name as it, be careful that someday he will find out and trouble you, hahahaha..."

Judge: "..."

Listen to: "..."

In the whole office, only Chao Fan let out a shriveled laugh.After a while, when he felt something was wrong and his voice became smaller and smaller, Di Ting glanced at the hand on his shoulder, and smiled with the corners of his mouth.

"Hahahaha..." Seeing this, the three heads of the judge hurriedly laughed exaggeratedly, and easily overwhelmed everyone's voices, "Nephew, why didn't my brother think of it at the beginning? I gave you this name, haha... ..."

The magistrate smiled and recalled, oh my god, he accidentally called Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva a brother, a brother?So in the stare of Di Ting, the judge shed frightened tears.

"No, I'm... laughing and crying..." Faced with Chao Fan's puzzled eyes, the magistrate could only explain in this way, "I still have business to deal with, why don't you... go out and talk?"

"Alright, Brother Chao, I'll buy you a drink." Di Ting gave the magistrate a look of "You're wise" and turned to invite Chao Fandao.

"No more." Unexpectedly, Chao Fan refused straight away.

Di Ting was stunned for a moment, his face a little ugly.Hmph, who was the one who pestered him and listened to his brother one by one?After wandering around the world for a few times, I forgot all about it, right?Listen to my heart sour.

"I'm not rejecting you." For some reason, Chao Fan understood the other person's expression immediately, and scratched his head apologetically, "I don't want to drink any more, I just drank the fragment yesterday, and I'm still a little dizzy now You're dizzy, how about I treat you to milk tea? Let's chat while drinking."

Only then did Di Ting feel happy, the two of them stood shoulder to shoulder, and left without saying a word.

Seeing the two giant Buddhas leaving, the magistrate finally breathed a sigh of relief, slumped on the chair and refused to move.Oops, he wants to take a break from get off work...

"...Being a tour guide is actually no other coincidence. The key is to be confident. Even if you make it up, as long as you believe it, the tourists will believe it too." Although he invited the other party to drink milk tea, after leaving the government affairs center, Chao Fan For a moment, he didn't know where to go, after all, the number of days he had spent in Fengdu City could be counted clearly.

Just when he was about to call Zhao Ruhai to learn from him, Di Ting suddenly said, "Why don't I take you to the 'Hundred Ghosts of the Night'?"

Chao Fan had heard of the name of this place, but hadn't been there yet.That place can be regarded as the commercial center and pedestrian street in the human area of ​​Fengdu City, and its status is like Las Vegas in the desert.

"Really?" Chao Fan is very courageous now that he has money in his pocket. He rolled his eyes and said, "Well, haven't you ever been a tour guide? , I am your tourist, let’s teach while traveling.”

Truth Ting choked for a moment, and had no choice but to nod: "Okay..."

As soon as he got on the bus, Chao Fan drove Di Ting to the passenger seat, and sat in the back alone: ​​"The tour guide is always alone in front of the bus. You don't sit with the tourists. You have to get used to it."

Di Ting clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.

"Come on, let's start!" Just as he was depressed, Chao Fan's hand came around from behind and poked his shoulder.

"Start what?" Di listened to the urn.

"Introduce the scenery along the way, and enliven the atmosphere." Chao Fan pointed him, "Now the 'Hundred Ghosts Night Walk' is a scenic spot, so you have to say something on the way to the scenic spot, don't you let tourists just sit around?"

I don't want to talk, I just want to sit with you and listen to your dull thoughts.

"Tsk tsk, it's a good thing your uncle asked me to come here, otherwise, I think you will be fired on the first day of employment." Chao Fan shook his head boastfully.

What Chao Fan said made Di Ting's eyes brighten, and he immediately said in a low and dejected voice: "No, if I am fired, I will have to sleep in the trash can all the time..."

"Ah? You have no place to live?" Chao Fan was stunned for a moment.

"No." Di Ting said pitifully, "I have always been poor, and I was robbed by a poor man when I withdrew money to pay the rent that day, so I was kicked out by the landlord two days ago, and I have been sleeping on the street these days... ..."

When the driver heard this, he was secretly on guard, for fear that the two ghosts would escape the order.

"How is it possible! Don't you still have an uncle called Xiangguan?" Chao Fan felt that Di Ting was joking.

"Oh." Unexpectedly, Di Ting sighed quietly, "My aunt... doesn't like me very much... Uncle Xiang is a strict wife, and only listens to his wife...Of course, if I have a wife, I will also listen to her ...so I don't blame Uncle Xiang."

The three heads of the magistrate sneezed together, wondering, who was talking about him?

Chao Fan also had nothing to say, and was puzzled for a long time: "This... no matter how I say it, I can't let you show it on the street, right?"

"Hey..." Di Ting let out a soft sobbing sound, but he was shouting in his heart, hurry up!invite me!Take me in!fall in love with me!

Then, he patted his shoulder with one hand, and Chao Fanyu said to Di Ting earnestly: "Don't worry, I will never let you be fired! Practice for me now. Can you say cross talk? Or sing Joke? You pick one..."

I'm really listening. Is it easy to make an appointment with me?

The author has something to say:

Chao Fan: It is best to be proficient in [-] skills to be a tour guide. What do you know?

Listen to: Me?I'm afraid to scare you if I tell you what I'm capable of, I'm a natural lie detector!

Chao Fan: ... Then you are not suitable to be a tour guide, you should sleep in the trash can.