The child in front of him showed a rare indifference at this age. Dong Yi looked at the child beside him strangely. He heard that he was born with yin and yang eyes. After thinking about it, he always felt that this child was extraordinary. Looking back on some movies in which children were the protagonists, it seemed that there were only two little monks in his impression. After thinking about it, the movie of the young monk in his previous life must have been released after 90 years, and it should have nothing to do with 1987, so he became more and more curious about the boy in front of him.

"What are you looking at me like this? What do you want?" Perhaps because of your natural sensitivity, this child named Achao looked at the man in front of him with a look of vigilance.

Dong Yi didn't think much when he heard this. Since he couldn't think of it, he wouldn't waste time. So he said, "I'll discuss with the boss and I'll get the paper pistol he made."

Achao frowned and thought for a while, then turned around and walked towards the back room of the store. After a while, he walked out with two silver paper pistols in his hand and asked, "Are they these two?"

Dong Yi nodded, took the gun from the child's hand, held it in his hand and looked at it for a while. One was made of paper with only an empty shell. He collected 50 yuan, and the other was equipped with magazines, bullets, and gun body, and the charge was 150 yuan.

Dong Yi played with it in his hands for a while, then shouted outside the store: "Brother Zhu, come in and help you first!"

Just as Zhu Chuncai walked in step by step, Dong Yi secretly observed the boy named A Chao. Sure enough, the child really looked at Zhu Chuncai. The boy's eyes were calm, and he thought he had become accustomed to it.

Dong Yi held the gun in his hand and asked Zhu Chuncai: "Brother Zhu, I will burn these two things for you later. Please let me communicate with it. What do you think?"

Zhu Chuncai took the paper gun from Dong Yi's hand and wondered: "Brother Dong, if I guess correctly, this is probably a musket. What do you want to use for this thing?"

"See if you can use it to fight ghosts!"

When Zhu Chuncai heard this, he looked at Dong Yi in disbelief and murmured: "I have seen anyone who burns tables, chairs and benches, and I have never seen anyone who burns muskets. I really don't know if it is feasible?"

"You'll know if you try it?"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Chun looked at Dong Yi's harmless face with a little creepy, subconsciously swallowed his saliva, and nervously said, "Who will try it?"

Dong Yi looked around and then looked at Zhu Chuncai: "It seems that my child named Achao is both human, you are the only ghost!"

Zhu Chuncai exclaimed and immediately disappeared. Seeing that he had been joking a little, Dong Yi hurriedly said, "Brother Zhu is teasing you, look so scared you!"

Achao pointed to a corner of the store and said, "He has been there all the time, but he is not willing to communicate with you and show his presence."

Hearing this, Zhu Chun showed his appearance and cursed at Achao with anger: "Why did Zhu Zi harm me!"

Achao shrugged: "I'm telling the truth."

"Okay, okay, don't make things difficult for other children. Let me communicate with this pistol quickly." As he said that, Dong Yi walked out of the store, came to the incinerator, lit it casually and threw it in.

After a while, Zhu Chuncai came to the store with two pistols reluctantly and handed them to Dong Yi.

Dong Yi took it, and the two guns were cold. He held them in his hands and weighed them, but there was no weight at all.

Zhu Chuncai had already hid in the store, and he was really afraid that Dong Yi would use him as a target.

No matter what Zhu Chuncai thought, Dong Yi first pulled the pistol in his left hand and found that there was no movement at all when he pulled it for a long time.

At first glance, you can tell that it was the paper gun with a shell, and then pulled the trigger with the right hand.

Chiu--!!!

A sound like a bird's song was made, and Dong Yi shot a bullet. Dong Yi threw away his left hand pistol, looked at the gun in his right hand carefully, and slowly raised the corners of his mouth. He was overjoyed for a moment, smashed his mouth: "I just don't know what the power is?"

"It still has power. Such things can only be beaten but not killed!"

At this moment, Chen Zhazhi walked over from the entrance of the alley with two taels of pork in his hand.

Dong Yi looked at Chen Zhazhi, who looked a little nervous, and wondered: "What should I do? If I meet a more powerful ghost, wouldn't I have no chance of winning?"

"Don't worry, it's useful or useful, but it's not OK to rely on the gun in your hand. It's better to find some reliable tools."

When Dong Yi heard this, he looked at Chen Zhazhi in front of him and felt that this person was not simple. Don’t tell me a gold medal supporting role in the Westward Journey. He came here to sell Zhaza, just to act as an urban background.

Dong Yi immediately asked: "Then what are you doing?"

"Let's talk about it when you come in."

As he said that, Dong Yi and Chen Zhajie came to the store together. Chen Zhajie brought the seats and sat face to face. Chen Zhajie shook his head and sighed: "Actually, I was born in a Yin-Yang family, but unfortunately, more and more young people don't believe in these things anymore. They can only make ends meet by selling some folk products."

Then he looked at Dong Yi and asked, "By the way, this customer, what are you doing?"

"My name is Dong Yi, a policeman. I think you should also know that boss, there are many things that we police cannot handle, so we thought about whether we can use some other methods to prevent any need from time to time!"

Chen Zhazhi sighed: "Actually, there are many things in Hong Kong, and some things are not done by humans. I don't believe that the top police officers in Hong Kong don't know it, but unfortunately they have not taken action.

For some special cases, those senior officials can form a secret department to deal with, but they are nothing more than spending more money, and they are unwilling to do so!"

Dong Yi nodded. Chen Zhazhi's words in Hong Kong film world are quite reasonable. Dong Yi immediately joked: "If I make a fortune one day, I will definitely organize a secret agency within the police. Boss, you are the first supervisor of this agency!"

Of course, Chen Zhazhi would not take Dong Yi's joke seriously, but he was very curious about Dong Yi. He was like a child named Achao, and was born with yin and yang. In fact, there were often friends in the store asking him to bring messages to his family and burn something.

When Dong Yi came to his store to buy things, he saw Zhu Chuncai beside Dong Yi, but at that time there were several other "customers" coming, but Dong Yi ignored it.

Since then, Chen Zhazhi knew that Dong Yi could not be psychic. Now he heard that Dong Yi is a policeman. In his impression, Hong Kong police tried their best to avoid contact with such things, even if any strange cases really happened, they would cover them as much as possible. He was really curious why Dong Yi had to make a fuss about such things.

So Chen Zhazhi was curious: "Asir, you can actually get out of the matter. There is no need to rely on these things. Everyone else hides far away. These things are handled by some capable people. Why do you have to cause trouble?"

Looking at Chen Zhazhi's puzzled look, Dong Yi complained in his heart: "In order to survive, there are only a few famous actors in Hong Kong films. Who knows how many strange movies they have taken for money.

No one can tell what storyline my dad and mom are hiding. You can’t wait until the incident breaks out before cramming!”

However, since Chen Zhazhi mentioned the powerful and stranger, Dong Yi felt that he didn't know whether he had met before, but this is called Chen Zhazhi in front of him...

No matter whether he is a so-called capable person or not, since he encounters it, he will not let it go. First, he will give up his favor and get some intimacy.
Chapter completed!