In front of the red-eyed spirit of the helmet, Cai Gen turned off the mobile phone and turned it off completely.

"Big brother, say it, what's your name, my phone is turned off, there is nothing to disturb you this time."

A carp stood up, with a red-eyed hard hat and a face facing the sky, and opened its mouth to shout out its name.

"The spring breeze of reform is blowing all over the land, and the Chinese people are really angry..."

On a sunny day, the foreman was scorched on the outside and tender on the inside, and one turned around and knelt down for Cai Gen,

"Boss, I won't say my name, you can let me go, I can't stand it."

Cai Gen wondered, the phone has been turned off, why is there still a ringtone, besides, this sentence is not sung by Uncle Benshan, it is still very familiar, and there is no accompaniment.

lowered his head and saw the Xiao Cat crawling next to him, it was this grandson who was singing, Cai Gen glared at the Xiao Cat and gave him a slap on the head,

"Is it fun?"

Xiao Lynx looked excited, looked at the red-eyed ghost in the hard hat with an excited face, and was still excited after being slapped,

"Just kidding, test his mental endurance, don't make trouble, don't make trouble."

The red-eyed spirit of the helmet completely collapsed, there is no hope anymore, there is no love in life, there is no way to die,

"It doesn't matter what my name is, let's get to the point, I..."

An honest ghost, being tortured like this, Cai Gen felt very sad in his heart, really unfair to him, interrupted him, and asked firmly,

"Big brother, you better say, what is your name, otherwise I will be curious and unable to sleep."

How many times of hope, how many times of disappointment, the fire in this heart has been burning, after the above many blows, it is still burning, although it is weak, Cai Gen's words are like a barrel of gasoline, poured on the faint flame, and it burst into flames in an instant, and the helmet red eyes shouted quickly,

"Zhao Ritian, my name is Zhao Ritian."

After saying that, I looked around, nothing happened, and finally said it, and finally burst into tears.

Zhao Ritian, in fact, a thunderbolt should kill this fool who dares to live every day, his name was given by his stepfather, obviously he didn't want him to live a long life.

Cai Gen is self-contained, he held back his laughter, but Xiao Lynx had already started to roll around with laughter, and even Xiao Sun, who had an outbreak of fear of heights, also heard laughter, and this laughter infected all the souls present, and they all laughed together, laughing heartily, making this pitch-black platform, full of spiritual shadows, even more bizarre.

This is the rhythm of the Spring Festival Gala, Cai Gen is colorful,

"Brother Day, no, Brother Day, no, Brother Zhao, you say, why, why, why, why, push the two of them, and the two of them go downstairs?"

Holding back a smile and talking, it's really difficult, it's hard for anyone, Cai Gen laughed.

Zhao Ritian didn't care about the ridicule of others, anyway, he was used to it, that is, because of this sleek and shining name, he received a lot of projects.

"I'm a contractor, it's because of the mother and son who bought the house and moved in in a hurry that I died, so I want to take revenge, if they don't buy it, we won't do construction, if we don't do construction, I won't be pushed downstairs by that grandson, and I won't die."

What kind of logic is this? Is there anything wrong with you, as a contractor, going to construction? Cai Gen was confused,

"Which grandson are you talking about? Which grandson pushed you downstairs? ”

Zhao Ritian pointed to the hard hat that he pressed on the ground and rubbed his face, Cai Gen beckoned,

"Tell me, why did you push Brother Zhao downstairs?"

Hard Hat No. 2 stood up and said cowardly,

"My name, it doesn't matter what my name is, I hate Zhao Ritian, if he hadn't urged me to work, I wouldn't have been pushed downstairs by that grandson, so I hate him."

After speaking, he pointed to the helmet No. 3, Cai Gen was confused, according to this law, these helmet workers are all killed by one by one?

It's a bit like a drowned spirit, and the person who is harmed by the drowned spirit must also harm others in order to be liberated? So judging from their numbers, there is no relief?

"Now everyone points out the person who killed him, let me see where the source is?"

Next, all the black shadows began to identify the murderer, and they all raised their hands, pointing at one by one, and in the end, only three island soldiers did not raise their hands, and it seemed that they were the source.

Cai Gen beckoned and called the soldiers of the three island countries over, why was Cai Gen so sure? Because I watched a lot on TV, this military hat with a fart curtain, looped legs, and a small man is very recognizable.

These three soldiers also have the reddest eyes, and if red eyes are regarded as anger points, then they are already on the verge of coming back to life.

"You, why, do you want to hurt people?"

When Cai Gen asked this sentence, he regretted it a little, and obviously lowered his IQ, how could he ask such a question, do you need a reason to harm people? Because they're badass. It's written very clearly from a small book.

A soldier with a katana first bowed to Cai Gen and began to speak Chinese not very smoothly,

"We, originally, also, do not harm anyone, and we are, victims."

It's a bit hard to speak, if it's finished, it's dawn, so ah, as long as there is a profession, it's the need at that time, although the translator is hateful, but it's better than nothing.

"It would be nice if there was a translator, you speak a little in Chinese, which makes people anxious."

As soon as Cai Gen's words fell, a soldier took off his hat, and it turned out to be half a head, and he walked over with his head bowed.

"I'm a translator, huh? Did they bury the wrong one? Treat me like a devil? ”

I want to eat hail in the ice sky, do you want to be so coincidental?

Cai Gen looked at the silent night sky suspiciously, if I shouted that the sky is paying for money, would it be useful?

If you think about it carefully, you know, it's useless, let's not talk about whether it will go down, even if it does, everyone has money, so what's the difference between it and no money?

"Listen to the accent, it's not a local, why was it buried as a devil? Also, speak well and don't question the whole world. ”

Regarding Cai Gen's topic, the translator was very puzzled,

"Am I questioning? Why do you think of me like that? ”

Okay, just talk smoothly, Cai Gen doesn't dare to ask too much,

"Tell me, what's going on? It's all dead, buried, why do you still come out to harm people? ”

The translator was obviously still thinking about Cai Gen's question just now, and he was still puzzled,

"Little brother? Are you still telling me about it? Am I really questioning it? Can't you say it thoroughly? ”

Zhao Ritian was tortured and collapsed by Cai Gen's mobile phone, and Cai Gen is now tortured and collapsed by this translator who questioned the world.

Is this really suitable for being a translator?

Cai Gen silently lit a cigarette and took a deep breath to stabilize his emotions,

"Big brother, I was wrong, you just let me go as if I just let out a fart, let me go, you better tell me what the hell is going on, and if the ink goes down, it will be dawn."

The translator nodded,

"Am I inked?"