In front of the red-eyed safety helmet, Cai Gen turned off the phone, turned it off completely,
"Brother, tell me, what is your name? My phone is turned off. There is nothing to disturb you this time."
A carp stood up straight, wearing a helmet with red eyes, his face turned to the sky, and he opened his mouth to shout his name loudly.
"The spring breeze of reform is blowing everywhere, and the Chinese people are really up to their game."
A bolt from the blue caused the contractor to become charred on the outside and tender on the inside. He turned around and knelt down in front of Cai Gen.
"Boss, I won't say your name anymore. Please let me go. I can't stand it anymore."
Cai Gen was very puzzled. Why was there still a ring tone even though the phone was turned off? Besides, this line was not sung by Uncle Benshan. It was very familiar and there was no accompaniment.
He lowered his head and saw the Xiaoling Cat crawling next to him. It was his grandson who was singing a cappella. Cai Gen glared at the Xiaoling Cat and gave him a slap on the head.
"Is it fun?"
Xiao Tianmao looked excited, looked at the red-eyed ghost in the helmet and looked excited, and was still excited even after being slapped.
"Just kidding, test his mental endurance. Stop making trouble, stop making trouble."
The red-eyed spirit in the safety helmet completely collapsed. He no longer had any hope. He had no hope in life and no choice in death.
"My name is not that important, let's just get to the point, me"
An honest ghost was tortured like this. Cai Gen felt very sad. He felt really unfair for him. He interrupted him and asked firmly,
"Brother, you'd better tell me what your name is, otherwise I will be so curious that I can't sleep."
How many times have I hoped and how many times have I been disappointed, the fire in my heart has been burning. After the above many blows, it is still burning, although it is weak. Cai Gen's words are like a bucket of gasoline, pouring on the weak fire.
The flames exploded instantly, and the red-eyed spirit in the helmet quickly shouted,
"Zhao Ritian, my name is Zhao Ritian."
After I finished speaking, I looked around and saw that nothing happened. I finally spoke out and tears filled my eyes.
Zhao Ritian, in fact, should be struck to death by a thunderbolt from the sky. This idiot who dared to be in the sun should have been named after his stepfather. He obviously didn't want him to live a long life.
Cai Gen was well-educated, and he suppressed his laughter, but Xiao Tianmao was already rolling with laughter. Even Xiao Sun, who was afraid of heights, also laughed. This laughter infected all the souls present.
They all laughed together, laughing loudly, making the dark platform and the spiritual shadows in his eyes even more bizarre.
This is the beginning of the Spring Festival Gala, Cai Gen said seriously,
"Brother Ri, no, Brother Ritian, no, Brother Zhao, tell me, why, why, why did you push the two of them downstairs?"
It is really difficult to hold back laughter and speak. It is difficult for everyone. Cai Gen burst out laughing.
Zhao Ritian didn't care about others' ridicule. He was used to it anyway. It was because of this scandalous name that he received many projects.
"I am a contractor. It was because of this mother and son who bought the house that they were anxious to move in, so I died. So I want revenge. If they don't buy it, we won't do the construction. If we don't do the construction, I won't be pushed by that grandson.
If I go downstairs, I won't die."
What is the logic of this? As a contractor, is there anything wrong with you going to the construction site? Cai Gen was confused.
"Which grandson are you talking about? Which grandson pushed you downstairs?"
Zhao Ritian pointed to the helmet he was pressing on the ground and rubbing his face. Cai Gen waved.
"Tell me, why did you push Brother Zhao downstairs?"
Hard Hat No. 2 stood up and said timidly,
"It doesn't matter what my name is. I hate Zhao Ritian. If he hadn't urged me to rush to work, I wouldn't have been pushed downstairs by that grandson, so I hate him."
After speaking, Cai Gen pointed to safety helmet No. 3 with his finger. Cai Gen was confused. According to this rule, one of these safety helmet workers would be killed, right?
It's a bit like the drowned spirit. People who are harmed by the drowned spirit must also harm others in order to be freed. So judging from their number, there is no relief?
"Now everyone points out the person who killed them, let me see where the source is?"
Next, all the black figures began to identify the murderer, and they all raised their hands, one by one. In the end, only three island soldiers did not raise their hands. It seemed that they were the source.
Cai Gen waved and called the three island soldiers over. Why was Cai Gen so sure? Because he had seen it on TV a lot. This military cap with a butt curtain, bow legs, and a small man were very recognizable.
These three soldiers also have the reddest eyes. If red eyes are regarded as anger points, then they are about to become angry again.
"Why do you want to harm people?"
Cai Gen felt a little regretful when he asked this question. It obviously lowered his IQ. How could he ask such a question? Do you need a reason to harm others? Because they are bad guys. It has been written very clearly in books since childhood.
A soldier with a samurai sword bowed to Cai Gen and started speaking Mandarin, which was not very smooth.
"We, originally, do not harm others, but we are also victims."
This is a bit laborious to say. If I finish saying this, it will be dawn. So, as long as any profession exists, it is the need of the time. Although translators are hateful, they are better than nothing.
"It would be great if there was a translator here. Your Mandarin is a little bit annoying."
As soon as Cai Gen finished speaking, a soldier took off his hat, half-parted his head, bowed his head and walked over.
"I'm a translator? Did they bury me by mistake? Do they think I'm a Japanese?"
I'm going, I want to eat hailstones from the icy sky, how about such a coincidence?
Cai Gen looked at the silent night sky suspiciously. If I asked the sky to send money, would it be useful?
If you think about it carefully, you will know that it is useless. Let’s not say whether you will bet. Even if you bet, everyone will have money, so what is the difference between no money?
"The accent sounds like you're not a local. How come you're being treated as a traitor? Also, speak well and don't question the whole world."
The translator was very confused about Cai Gen’s topic.
"Did I question it? Why do you think of me like that?"
Okay, just speak smoothly. Cai Gen doesn’t dare to ask for too much.
"Tell me, what's going on? They're all dead and buried, so why do they come out to harm others?"
The translator was obviously still thinking about Cai Gen's question just now and was still puzzled.
"Brother? Why don't you explain it to me? Did I really question it? I can't explain it clearly?"
Zhao Ritian was tortured and collapsed by Cai Gen's cell phone, and Cai Gen is now tortured and collapsed by this translator who questions the whole world.
Is such a person really suitable to be a translator?
Cai Gen silently lit a cigarette and took a deep breath to stabilize his mood.
"Brother, I was wrong. Just think that I farted just now and let me go. You should tell me what's going on. If the ink goes on, it will be dawn."
