Chapter 0016 Death by Accident

　　"Ding Ding ......" 　　Not knowing how long he had already slept, Zhao Ke was awakened by the sound of the alarm bell, shook his head and climbed out of the coffin, looking up to see the time. 　　It was already noon, but the room in the attic, with curtains on all four windows, was impervious to light, and even though the sun was shining outside right now, the room was still dark. 　　That alarm clock was a special time set by himself, and if he didn't wake up past twelve o'clock every day, the alarm clock would forcibly wake him up. 　　Sitting up from the coffin, Zhao Ke stretched his waist, although in the horror space in that town, he also slept for a few days, but over the hard board bed, he really sleeps a little unaccustomed to, in the final analysis, still prefer to sleep in the coffin. 　　Subconsciously turned back and swept the room's furnishings, after looking at the cabinets, doors and windows, and there was no sign of being moved, Zhao Ke then climbed out of the coffin. 　　When he was planning to go downstairs, Zhao Ke suddenly had a flash of light in his head, looked back to the coffin behind him, and thought, "Why don't we just put the coffin into the mail album as well, so that we won't have to worry about sleeping in the future." 　　As soon as he thought of this, Zhao Ke's eyes lit up, stretched out his palm and placed it on the coffin, silently chanting in his mind, "Transform!" 　　"The object is too large, your authority is insufficient." 　　The cold prompting sound made Zhao Ke's originally good mood a bit upset, but strictly speaking, the coffin was indeed a bit too big. 　　Nowadays, cremation is advocated, coffin stores have changed their business to make urns, some coffins are used for formal rentals, and very few are actually sold instead. 　　Own this mouth, or Lei Ke trust people, in the countryside to ask the old generation of carpenters to do, the material is not what good material, but it is the standard six six coffins. 　　And inside lying is also very comfortable, the beginning of their own not accustomed to, but after sleeping twice, but can not leave. 　　Because the coffin is too big to transform, Zhao Ke also can only give up that little mental calculation, walked downstairs, looked at the sky outside. 　　The sky had already cleared, the sun shone down, a clear sky, coupled with the previous heavy rain, the air was unusually refreshing. 　　The home cafeteria was opened in the suburbs, and supposedly every day at four o'clock in the morning, there would be an agreed upon vegetable farmer to deliver the vegetables. 　　However, perhaps due to the heavy rain in the past few days, the vegetable farmer who was originally scheduled to deliver the vegetables had not come for several days, and there were very few vegetables left. 　　Remembering that the list of guests booked for tonight was four people, thinking of this, the corners of Zhao Ke's mouth rose slightly, waving his hand to summon his mail album, looking at those body parts stored in the mail album, half squinting his eyes, his mind already having an idea. 　　Turning around and picking up his motorcycle keys, he was planning to go to the farmer's market near the outskirts of the city to sell some vegetables when Zhao Ke suddenly saw the blackened rosewood box on the table in his afterimage, as well as the sealed dossier bag that Lei Ke had sent. 　　"An urn!" 　　Looking at this rosewood box, the more Zhao Ke looked at it, the more it looked like, on second thought, in case he died in the horror space, then inside this urn, would it hold his own ashes. 　　Afterglow glanced at the side of the file bag, casually picked up, the file bag directly thrown into the rosewood box. 　　The current self, no longer needed the archive information of these people. 　　Compared to that, the stories inside the horror space, on the contrary, made Zhao Ke feel more exciting and novel. 　　Throwing the urn towards the kitchen stove, he mounted his own motorcycle and turned around to go straight to the farmer's market on the outskirts of the city. 　　Donghan Farmers Market, is the largest local agricultural trade centralized trading place, Zhao Ke ride just fifteen minutes away, Zhao Ke rushed to that, but also has already arrived at noon. 　　The fresh ingredients are basically gone, and the rest are leftovers from the vendors, or else the market is not good for stock. 　　Zhao Ke wasn't in a hurry, because he knew that behind this farmer's market, there was another small market, and that was what he had really come for. 　　"Look ah, just picked bamboo shoots, fresh." 　　"Earthen eggs, earthen eggs, six dollars a catty, fresh earthen eggs." 　　Zhao Ke walked into the small market, and was greeted by a burst of clamor and shouting, even if it was already noon, this place was still bustling as usual. 　　In here to buy and sell, are not what traders, many are the surrounding countryside villagers, the home-grown, or in the mountains picked vegetables, fresh goods, to get here to focus on selling. 　　Here does not charge stall fee, belongs to the legal business, is also considered a local support project, coupled with the official intention to publicize support, is also considered quite hot market. 　　"Young man, this is the freshly picked mountain products, look! Going back to make soup tastes good." 　　Zhao Ke walked up to an old man and saw two bamboo baskets of picked shiitake mushrooms, the wild shiitake mushrooms in the mountains would immediately pop up after being washed by the heavy rains in the past few days. 　　This kind of shiitake mushroom must be picked as soon as possible, after a long time, it will lose its flavor, Zhao Ke looked at the mud on the old man's shoes, and there was also a hole on his pants, and when he looked closely he could vaguely see that it was carrying a little bit of blood inside. 　　Obviously in order to pick these mushrooms, the old man did not suffer a lot. 　　Unfortunately, the things are good things, but a morning time but no one asked for, because the wild mushrooms in the mountains do not sell well, and the general public does not know the goods, resulting in the old man a morning did not sell out. 　　"Take them all!" 　　Without asking the price, Zhao Ke took out four hundred dollars from his wallet and handed it over, the old man froze and quickly shook his hand and said, "More, more!" 　　"Not much, all good things, worth the price, moncler, this is my address, in the future if there is still, just send it here, I want all." 　　"This ...... well well well." 　　The old man took the money, his face was joyful, but his eyes were more foggy, four hundred dollars is not much, but it is enough to buy medicine for his old partner. 　　Carrying the mushrooms, Zhao Ke continued to walk inside, one after another sold a lot of things, chickens, ducks, fish and meat all have. 　　Zhao Ke also disregarded the different eyes of others, carrying a large bag, left chicken and duck step into the restroom, and then after a period of time, only to see Zhao Ke and then out of the time, two hands empty, so that the side of the old man watching the toilet eyes stare. 　　Scratching his head, he quickly stepped into the restroom and rummaged around, froze and even rummaged through the paper basket, not to mention a chicken, even the chicken feathers have not been found, a few moments later only to come out with a confused face, muttering to himself, "Strange, is it possible that my eyes are blurred?" 　　"Boss, a bowl of wonton noodles." 　　After strolling around all morning, Zhao Ke walked into a wonton noodle restaurant on the left side of the market. 　　This Long Ji Wonton Noodles, although the frontage is not big, but it is already a small famous local snack in the neighborhood, five or six tables in front of him are not only full of people, but there is also a long line behind them. 　　Outside the door parked a lot of cars, there is no lack of high-grade cars inside the shadow, are running this to taste a fresh. 　　Zhao customer ordered a bowl of wonton noodles, stood there waiting, when the store hung on the TV, a local news broadcast out. 　　"The city today, a renovation workers, in the early hours of last night accident, according to the investigation, the deceased is in the renovation of the window glass, accidentally from the twenty-fourth floor lost his footing and fell, this station reminds everyone to work at heights must bear in mind the safety of ......" 　　Zhao Ke began not to care, after all, this kind of accident, will be staged every day, only now the information is developed, will be frequently exposed. 　　However, just after Zhao Ke raised his head and looked at the news, the whole person suddenly froze, only to see the picture of the footsteps of the decorator, not someone else, it is before Zhao Ke in the horror of the space, met that Li Hongbing. 　　He was in the terrorist space, after being bewitched by Xiong Er's old lady, he made a pot of meat porridge, however, in reality, he died in an accident. 　　Li Hongbing is so ...... then what about the rest of the people? 　　Remember that Scarface once said that one point of postal points can be exchanged for a gold bar, and it is guaranteed that in reality, there is a legitimate source, and there is no trouble at all. 　　At once a very bold speculation appeared in Zhao Ke's mind, whether there will be a force in the underworld, constantly creating accidents and covering up the truth. 　　And behind these accidents, perhaps just like Li Hongbing, he was killed in the horror space, while in reality he died in an accident, silently and without a sound, and no one could detect any difference. 　　Once this idea came out, Zhao Ke only felt a chill behind his back, a cool air crawled up along his spine, making Zhao Ke's whole body goosebumps stood up. 　　And right at this moment, Zhao Ke suddenly felt the skin and flesh of his shoulder tighten, slightly turning around, only to see a hand unknown when, resting on his shoulder.