Inspecting goods takes a long time and is quite tedious. Basically, the whole afternoon and even the time period from 6:30 to 9 o'clock in the evening are spent on checking the goods, especially the express delivery of fresh seafood.

"Beef jerky also needs to be inspected?" Lu Fanxing was speechless and couldn't help but complain.

"Is this beef jerky? It's obviously made from duck meat and beef powder."

"It's always meat," another colleague said: "It's better than going to a black-hearted manufacturer. It's much better to go to a beaver farm and buy disposed beaver meat cheaply and sell it as mutton or beef."

At that time, the kebabs sold on the street cost 10 yuan for 10 small skewers and 10 yuan for 5 large skewers. They smelled very strong of mutton. In fact, the meat was not mutton. The seller probably didn’t even know what kind of meat it was.

Anyway, as far as I know, many small vendors selling kebabs don’t eat the kebabs they sell.

"It's already 9:23. I said I wouldn't go to work today, but it turned out to be another rubbish day where I didn't get off work until nine in the evening." Lu Fanxing sighed: "No, I really have to have a good rest at home tomorrow, otherwise I will become a Barbie Q."

"

"Lao Wang said he would have a holiday tomorrow," said Wu Yong, who was well-informed.

Lu Fanxing: "Oh, you will be paid even if you have holidays."

"Yes, there must be a basic salary."

"That's good."

After waiting for a while, around 10 o'clock, it was really time to get off work. Because after counting and checking the goods, the warehouse had to be locked to ensure that the couriers who were going to work tomorrow could pick up the goods from the locked warehouse.

It’s cumbersome, but don’t you have to wait until 10 o’clock to finish get off work?

By the time Lu Fanxing and Wu Yong took the evening subway home together, it was almost 11 o'clock.

This point is quite suitable for a late night snack before going to bed.

Lu Fanxing didn't want to order takeout, for fear of causing trouble to the delivery man. After all, it was so late, and it was really dangerous to deliver takeout at night when the demons were everywhere. Lu Fanxing thought that he was not a good person, but he didn't want to, because of the temporary taste.

Desire, let innocent people die.

Just do it yourself and have enough food and clothing.

Soon, Lu Fanxing used hot pot base ingredients to prepare a pot of spicy hotpot.

It's not a very spicy taste, I can only say that the spicy taste is moderate, not overbearing and choking your nose.

Lu Fanxing ate slowly, and after a while, he was sweating all over.

Recently, the weather has changed a lot. It suddenly got cold in the morning, with the temperature only in the teens, but at noon, it was a base temperature of 35 degrees. Then it kept getting hot, until 12 o'clock in the evening, and into the early morning of the next day.

, the temperature dropped suddenly and returned to more than ten degrees.

Typical temperature differences between day and night are extremely large.

A typical extremely abnormal phenomenon.

However, people did not find it strange, and thought it was a normal phenomenon of weather changes. Faced with doubts from sober people, some even pointed out the fact that Xinjiang City also has a large temperature difference between day and night for comparison.

There are many of these remarks, and some of them sound like words that a mentally retarded person would say.

And forget it, it’s better to listen less. Otherwise, if you listen too much, you will become mentally retarded.

Therefore, Lu Fanxing has always filtered out the words of these idiots. Keep them in the left ear and out in the right ear. Keep what others say, Lu Fanxing will not remember it, he will only remember what is useful to him.

If it’s useless, it’s nonsense, and is there any need to remember nonsense?

Lu Fanxing ate and drank leisurely, and the time soon reached 12 o'clock at midnight. In addition to the sudden drop in the weather, there was also strong wind and heavy rain. In short, the weather had changed so much that there were not many pedestrians on the street anymore.

Around 0:30, the mobile phone placed in the living room suddenly rang.

Lu Fanxing walked over, picked up the phone and looked at it. He found that it was an unfamiliar number. After thinking about it, he decided to answer the call.

"Hello, are you Mr. Lu Lu?"

Lu Fanxing raised his eyebrows and answered the question: "You are"

"Hello, dear Mr. Lu Lu, I am your personal butler. Now I have a piece of news that is very important to you. I would like to ask Mr. Lu Lu if you want to answer it."

Lu Fanxing: "Just tell me."

"Mr. Lu Lu, Ms. Cat asked you to meet at the slaughterhouse on the outskirts of the city at 3:30 in the morning. Will you agree or change the date to the crematorium?"

Lu Fanxing: "Okay, I understand."

I want to take a closer look at what kind of brave man actually made an appointment with him and chose such a creative 'date' place as a slaughterhouse.

What, are you planning to make an appointment with a 'net friend' and develop a relationship if you are satisfied with the meeting? If you are not satisfied, you will be killed on the spot?

Oh, hehe, it’s outrageous. His mother opened the door for outrageousness. It’s outrageous.

Lu Fanxing gritted his teeth in his heart, and naturally agreed to the 'date' invitation.

Then he hung up the phone.

"Ms. Cat." Lu Fanxing held the phone with a black screen and fell into deep thought. "To use such a weird name, there is a 99% chance that it is not a human being. So the question is, what is the package for killing monsters?

?”

"Oh, the vajra to subjugate demons, the purple golden bowl to subdue demons"

"Damn it, isn't this a monk's suit?"

"Do I have to shave my head to match the demon-killing suit?"

Lu Fanxing subconsciously touched his hair, which was a bit hard, and thought it would be okay to shave his head. After all, after traveling through so many worlds, he had not yet pretended to be a monk.

If there are fake Taoist priests and true magic sticks, then fake monks can also have them.

"It's a pity that it's already around one in the morning, so the barber shop must not be open. How about we do it ourselves and have enough food and clothing?"

Lu Fanxing fell into deep thought. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that he was so smart.

He simply decided to use the kitchen knife to kick off all his hair, then stroked Wa Liang's bald head and smiled particularly meaningfully.

Lu Fanxing, who decided to develop a side job as a fake monk, didn't know that his RP had dropped below the lower limit.

Sanity is already shaky and may break at any time.

Lu Fanxing didn't know, so he felt that he was super normal, and he even had the leisure to admire his bald image in the mirror, and began to search through Taixu Illusion, trying to find the cassocks that a monk should wear.

Unfortunately, Lu Fanxing didn't know which life he had actually stored a set of cassocks in space, or the kind of gold cassocks with gold thread edges.

Lu Fanxing took out his cassock, put it on around three o'clock in the morning, found a rolling pin and used it as a demon-conquering vajra, and walked menacingly to the slaughterhouse in the suburbs.

Lu Fanxing was too lazy to indulge in luxury and chose to take a taxi.

The taxi driver was stunned when he saw Lu Fanxing's special outfit.

"Master, did you just come down from the mountain to beg for alms?"

"?" Lu Fanxing shook his head: "This poor monk is here to slay demons."

The driver nodded clearly: "Oh, may I ask where the master demon is?"

"Suburban slaughterhouse."

"Slaughterhouse in the suburbs?" The driver suddenly widened his eyes in disbelief. "I remember there was a slaughterhouse on the outskirts of Spring City. In previous years, when there was no development and construction, the pigs, sheep, etc. raised by the surrounding villages were transported to

Slaughtering in a suburban slaughterhouse. Twenty years ago, a fire burned down the entire slaughterhouse and it was abandoned. However, since then, there have been rumors that the suburban slaughterhouse is haunted."

"Yes, that's why the poor monk came here."

Lu Fanxing was really used to talking to people and talking to ghosts. He immediately put on the attitude of a virtuous monk and even made some calculations. He said that it was very unsafe due to the wind blowing recently and suggested that the driver should go on a night trip.

If so, it is best to avoid the time period of 12 midnight.

After hearing Lu Fanxing's words, the driver took a deep breath. After sending Lu Fanxing to his destination, the driver seemed to be kicked out by an unknown creature. In the blink of an eye, he drove the taxi and disappeared.

Lu Fanxing: ""

"Tsk, you are so cowardly." Lu Fanxing sighed regretfully. "Didn't I think about a problem? Did I just talk about it casually?"

Who knew you were just talking about it casually?

Let’s not talk about your mouth, but your outfit today, with your shiny bald head, cassock, and demon-conquering Vajra (rolling pin), you look like you are going to have a fight with the demon. Do ordinary people dare to get involved?

They say that the end of technology is theology. Lu Fanxing is so good at pretending. Can you believe it? And if you believe it, can you not be afraid?

23333. Are you still criticizing me for being a coward and doing things for others?

Lu Fanxing shook his head, facing the bright moonlight, carrying a rolling pin, and rushed into the suburban slaughterhouse with great interest.

Very quiet.

But just for a moment, when Lu Fanxing's unique appearance rushed into the suburban slaughterhouse, the eerily quiet atmosphere suddenly collapsed.

There seemed to be vague, invisible screams getting louder and louder.

It's like the cry of a nightingale, or the scream of a cat whose tail has been trampled off.

In short, all kinds of sounds gathered together, ringing in my ears, as if at the next moment, an unknown creature that could not be described or directly seen would appear.

Oh, it has already appeared.

Lu Fanxing, who was wearing a gold silk cassock and had a big bulb-shaped head, had a dark shadow behind him, as if there were countless tentacles stretching out in the darkness.

It's terrible.

The cat lady who noticed this scene was already trembling with fear. She had no idea what she originally had. She just asked the super scary Lu Fanxing not to notice her.

Is it just possible?

With Lu Fanxing's good eyesight, could he not notice the cat lady who asked him to come to the suburban slaughterhouse at three in the morning to have a face-to-face meeting?

Lu Fanxing clasped his hands together, said Amitabha, and threw the rolling pin.

Uh-huh, the accuracy was pretty good, and I smashed Ms. Cat's head to pieces, bleeding heavily, and she passed out immediately.

"Gan, you monster." Lu Fanxing imitated Fahai's posture on TV and said angrily: "Today, this poor monk will definitely do justice for heaven and accept you, monster like you."
Chapter completed!