Horror Teahouse: I only sell terrible things

I asked Shi Heng.

"Why did that man give you this gun?" replied

Seok Heng nervously.

"I don't know, he gave me the box for the gun, and he disappeared.

Lin Xiaolu accosted on the side.

"Is there anything else besides a gun?"

"Yes! and a piece of paper!" Shi

Heng fumbled in his pocket twice and pulled out a note.

I took the note, and there was a line on it, again in printed font - make your wish, and shoot myself in the head.

My head buzzed, revolver, shot at the head, isn't this the three shooting murders Lu Xinyi said last night?

I looked at Lin Xiaolu, Lin Xiaolu winked at me, obviously thinking about it.

Lin Xiaolu asked Shi Heng.

"You're not going to do that, are you?"

Shi Heng looked embarrassed.

"I wanted to call the police, but when I opened the bomb nest and found that there were no bullets, I didn't hold back my curiosity and gave it a try. "

Curiosity can kill not only cats, but also people, and I'm sure that Shi Heng must have tried something.

I waited for him to finish speaking, and Shi Heng swallowed several mouthfuls of saliva before re-opening.

"At that time, I had the mentality of giving it a try and made a simple wish, hoping that I would pay off the mortgage on time this month.

I thought, there are no bullets anyway, even if I pull the trigger on my head, nothing will happen.

I did as was written on the note, and as I thought, nothing happened.

I thought it was a scam, but that night, when my son came home from school, he picked up a bag in front of his house with 20,000 yuan in cash, just enough to pay off the mortgage this month.

Speaking of this, instead of showing a happy expression on Shi Heng's face, on the contrary, it turned pale, as if recalling a very terrible past.

"It was so weird that I didn't dare tell my wife, and when she fell asleep, I quietly took out the hidden revolver.

I reopened the nest and it was ...... inside Inside......"

Shi Heng pinched his fingers hard, which showed how scared he was.

"There's a bullet in there!" Shi

Heng wiped the sweat from his forehead and continued.

"What's even weirder is that I blinked, and the bullet in the gun was gone again!"

I was so frightened that I drove overnight to a river thirty kilometers away from my home, and I threw the gun into the river.

I thought it was over, but the next morning, I woke up and opened my eyes to see the familiar gift box next to my pillow.

The gun was in the box!

"I was surprised, the revolver gun is back? Was it man-made, or was there some other reason?

" I wanted to throw the gun farther, but the hospital called and said that my father's liver cancer had worsened, and that domestic drugs had become resistant, and that he had to switch to imported drugs in order to continue to maintain his life.

Speaking of this, Shi Heng couldn't cry.

"I didn't want my father to die, so I decided to take a gamble, and I made a wish on the revolver again, asking for 200,000!"

I was lucky not to die, and after an hour, the doorbell rang, and I opened the door to see that there was a bag outside the door, which contained 200,000 yuan.

Shi Heng was silent for a full three minutes before opening his mouth again.

"Later, I did a test, I made a wish of 100,000, there was only one bullet in the gun, and I made a promise three times in a row......"

Lin Xiaolu and I said in unison.

"Are you crazy?!".