Bureau of Psychic Creatures Investigation

"Comrade, you should also be careful. It's not peaceful these days."

The young man looked terrified.

Seems like I've seen something I shouldn't have seen.

"By the way, do you have any impression of the suit on her body?"

"Of course there is!"

The young man swallowed his saliva, then sat on the sofa and drank a big mouthful of plain water, and said slowly: "The clothes are quite old."

"tell me the story."

Everyone was also sitting together, and Fu Kuan even felt that this was not a small clue.

"This dress, I heard that it is the costume of an ancient country. It is just an imitation, but there are traces to be found. Although I can't find anything about this costume on the Internet, there are historical materials for reference after all."

"Pick up the key points."

"This dress, when I was with her, she often wore nonsense."

"the University?"

"Yes! We were living together off-campus at the time."

Fu Kuan and Yan Ru met each other's eyes and frowned.

Logically speaking, this kind of girl should be more conservative.

"But comrades, don't think too much, we live together, but nothing like that has happened..."

Fu Kuan nodded, motioning for the young man to continue.

"The clothes are said to be expensive, and they were made to order at a paper shop."

"Paper shop?"

Fu Kuan was taken aback for a moment, this paper tie is also very particular, people who are engaged in this line of work are called "color tie craftsmen".

A craftsman who specializes in paper making.

In fact, to put it nicely, it is traditional folk art, and to put it bluntly, it is a craftsman who eats dead food.

These paper bundles are actually not artistic. They are all boys and girls burned for the dead, paper houses and paper horses.

The implication is that the deceased can enjoy the glory and wealth even in the underground.

"That's right, I haven't been to this paper shop, it's bad luck after all..."

The young man smiled shyly.

"But this paper shop, how can you order this kind of cloth clothing?"

"That's what I'm most curious about."

Yan Rushi suddenly asked at this moment: "I'm afraid you need to take a good look at the girl's clothes."

Fu Kuan understood instantly, and immediately asked his team members to bring some photos.

Yan Ru also looked horrified when he looked at it like this.

"On this dress, there is a huge daffodil."

"Old Yan, what's the point?"

Fu Kuan really didn't know much about these things.

He also only knows that in this ancient clothing, different flowers have different meanings, even if it is placed in the present, it is the same.

However, the ancients paid more attention to these things, and even some clothes were not worn by ordinary people at all.

This is also a customary rule.

"This narcissus, if we talk about the 'variety of flowers' in ancient times, it represents the singer of the restaurant."

"Variety?"

Fu Kuan became more confused the more he listened.

"That's right, the five flowers refer to the golden chrysanthemum as the tea seller, the kapok as the doctor who heals people, the narcissus as the singer in the restaurant, the pyracantha as the juggler, and the tuzhonghua as the porter."

"What about the eight gates?"

Fu Kuan suddenly became curious.

"One door scarf is a fortune teller, the second door skin is a herbal medicine seller, the third door color is a juggler, the fourth door hanging is a entertainer in the rivers and lakes, the fifth door is a storyteller, and the sixth door is a street singer. Qimendiao refers to people who build tents and make paper, and Bamendiao talks about people who sing operas on high platforms. And among these various kinds, Qimendiao refers to color-making craftsmen."

Fu Kuan quickly asked: "Then, do you have any explanation for this?"

"It's just a variety of sayings in ancient times. I don't know what this daffodil flower actually represents in this girl's heart."

"Then, dead man, do you know why you went to this color maker to order clothes?"

The young man nodded, hesitant to speak.

"What we lack now are clues."

"I'm just talking nonsense. You can completely ignore it. This matter is a long story."

"Oh?"

Fu Kuan leaned over.

"I heard that she wants to accumulate virtue!"

"Accumulating Yin Virtue?"

Fu Kuan frowned.

A living person can't even accumulate yang virtue, how can anyone have the time to accumulate yin virtue?
"I heard that she can often see things that others can't see."

"ghost?"

"This... I don't know, and I also remembered what she was talking about, and it should be roughly like this. What kind of person is yang, ghosts are yin, convex is yang, concave is yin, and the sun is yang , the moon is yin, just as the saying goes, yang turns round and round from the left, and yin is happy to meet from the right, who can understand the principle of yin and yang, so why worry about the earth not meeting each other.”

"Yin and Yang are separated, people and ghosts have different paths..."

The young man was chanting, but he couldn't help trembling.

"This does make sense, and it's not a curse..."

Fu Kuan smiled.

Yan Rushi also nodded.

This is a simple explanation of yin and yang, and it is all left over from the older generation.

"Okay, I guess you won't be able to ask any more questions. In this way, don't have too much psychological burden. Let's ask the last question."

Fu Kuan got up and patted the young man on the shoulder.

The young man wanted to stand up, but Fu Kuan held him down.

"It's okay, just sit down."

He was afraid that when the young man got up, his legs would go limp and he would sit on the ground.

"Comrade, you ask, as long as I know, I will tell you everything."

"Do you know the location of this paper-making shop?"

The young man nodded.

"That's very good. In this way, you can just write down the address for me, and then go home and have a good sleep. Just don't think about it."

Fu Kuan comforted him.

After all, if an ordinary person goes through this incident, psychologically, he will probably be somewhat burdened.

And this girl was his ex-girlfriend.

The young man took the pen and paper tremblingly, sketched for a while, and then wrote down the final address.

Fu Kuan took a look, and he checked all the addresses on it.

It must have been a long time, so I can't remember clearly.

"Okay, you can go back, Xiao Cheng, give me a gift!"

"Yes, pay the team."

Fu Kuan sat on the sofa, looked at the address on the paper, and decided whether he wanted to go or not.

"Fu Dui, this color maker is very particular. It is said that there are not a few color maker who are proficient in yin and yang, geomancy and secretaries, and it seems that some rural people treat these people like gods."

"I heard that when a person is about to die, these supernaturally powerful color-stitching craftsmen can even extend their lives!"

"This... is a bit too ridiculous."

Fu Kuan shook his head, stood up, straightened his wrinkled clothes and said softly, "Let's go together."

"Zhizhapu, can you really find out something?"

"Think about it, in a paper shop, everything should be made of paper, how could it be possible to agree to order a cloth!"

"Hmm...it's a bit weird!"

"I hope this paper bundle can bring you and me some hope."

The two smiled, rested for a while and then dispatched again.