Bureau of Psychic Creatures Investigation

This paper shop is quite remote, in a suburb, and far away from the investigation bureau.

"It should be a village in the city. I'm afraid that in this line of business, you and I can really meet something."

"Would you like to get something?"

"That's natural."

The two packed everything up and set out immediately.

A few hours later, they slowly parked the car beside a road.

"Jianmin Lane, No.30 No. [-]."

Fu Kuan looked up, and it was right in front of him.

The alley is so narrow that almost only two people can pass side by side.

And there are no street lights.

Only at the entrance and exit of the alley, there are two dim light bulbs hanging on a bamboo pole, shaking in the wind.

"This place is really hard to find."

They searched hard for an hour, asking east and west, and finally found this alley hidden deep in the bustling metropolis.

The two of them walked slowly towards the depths of the alley.

Fu Kuan turned on a flashlight.

The faint light illuminated the alley.

The alley was silent, except for a gust of wind blowing by, making strange noises.

The footsteps of the two stepped on the bluestone road, and there was almost no sound.

A crow's cry broke the silence of the night sky.

Fu Kuan frowned, this place is very weird.

"Extremely bad Feng Shui!"

"The house type is even more so."

Yan Rushi gave a very low evaluation.

However, most of the people who settled down here are from poor families, and life is not easy at all, so there is no need to think about Feng Shui.

"It's here..."

As soon as Yan Rushi finished speaking, she felt footsteps coming from behind her.

"Who!"

The two immediately turned their heads and looked at each other.

Empty.

Fu Kuan looked up and saw a few large characters printed on the rusty iron plate.

Number 32!

"Come in."

He raised his hand, but the next second, it didn't land on the wooden door.

The low courtyard gate and the dilapidated wooden gate made Fu Kuan flustered for a while.

Yan Ru looked at the burst of light coming out of the wooden door, and was also a little apprehensive.

Logically speaking, it's just a paper shop, and it's not enough to justify.

But there is such a saying among the people.

During the day, Zhizhapu is engaged in the business of funerals and funerals.

But at night, the paper shop is dead business!

And at this time, it was late at night!

Fu Kuan still knocked lightly on the wooden door.

There was a sound of hurried footsteps, the two took a step back, and the wooden door creaked open.

"Who are you looking for!"

A simple local accent brought the two of them back to their senses.

"I'm sorry to bother you, but is this a paper shop?"

The woman frowned, and the disgust expression on her face was even worse.

"It's a big night, bad luck! The paper shop is at No. 32!"

"boom!"

The wooden door slammed shut, and Fu Kuan took a step forward, his hands hanging in mid-air.

"This...isn't number 32..."

At this moment, Yan Rushi patted Fu Kuan on the shoulder lightly.

Fu Kuan turned his head and followed Yan Rushi's gaze.

On that iron plate, it was written, NO.13!

"how is this possible!"

Fu Kuan was taken aback and rubbed his eyes.

But that's right, here is NO.13!
His throat moved up and down.

In the last second, they could clearly see that the number 32 was written on the sign!
"something wrong."

Fu Kuan frowned, and the two continued to explore the depths of the alley.

After walking about a few hundred meters, I stopped.

"This alley, how could it be so long!"

The two looked towards the end of the alley, and found that this alley was very strange!

Moreover, the two lights at the entrance of the alley were very faint.

Seems out of reach!

"Don't scare yourself!"

Fu Kuan couldn't stand his violent temper, so he calmed down and knocked on the courtyard door in front of him.

This time, it took 5 minutes.

The wooden door opened slowly.

Both of them were taken aback at the same time!
What appeared in front of the two of them was an extremely ugly old man!

The old man was sallow and thin, and there was a tumor on his cheek, and his figure was rickety and weak.

"Who... are you looking for?"

"Is this a paper shop?"

As soon as the old man heard that he was alive, he immediately became more energetic, and a smile appeared in front of him.

"It's late at night, but what's the matter?"

The two of them panicked for a while, and the old man laughed, it would be better not to laugh.

"That's right, there's something urgent, otherwise I wouldn't be here in the middle of the night."

The old man nodded, leaving a space for the two of them.

"Come in."

The hoarse voice made Fu Kuan even more vigilant.

"Tell me, is someone dead at home?"

Fu Kuan felt unlucky for a while, but in order not to show his feet, he still put on a dejected look and said: "Oh, an old man in the family suddenly suffered from a serious illness a few days ago.

The old man who made the paper shop nodded and led the two of them into the house.

After entering the room, Fu Kuan also frowned.

This dilapidated tile-roofed house was filled with all kinds of paper bundles.

There are cars and horses, men and women...

All kinds of paper bundles made him a little dizzy.

"What do you want?"

"All kinds of paper bundles, let's get some."

"Hey, this is a big project, but don't worry, it will be completed on the day of burial!"

"By the way, old man, besides these paper bundles, what else do you do here?"

The old man's footsteps stopped suddenly, his back was facing the two of them, Fu Kuan couldn't see the old man's expression.

Fu Kuan was also apprehensive, for fear that he might reveal something.

"Look at what you said, Zhizhapu, what else can you do besides Zhizha."

Fu Kuan sat on the small bench, feeling like he was on pins and needles.

Yan Ru asked softly: "Please make a price, we will pay the money first."

The old man really burst into a smile instantly.

"You look at it, my shop is a small business, and it doesn't make you much money, just look at it, but on the day of the burial, just take care of the food!"

Yan Ru didn't say much, and directly took out a hundred-yuan bill.

"No no no! That's too much!"

"Take it, old man, we don't make many paper ties, and we have something to ask for."

The old man seemed to understand something, took the money and put it in his pocket.

"Want to continue your life?"

This question stopped the two of them.

They didn't expect the old man to be so straightforward.

"Really?"

"Zhizhapu is not just for strangers like you."

The old man smiled mysteriously, and the tumor on his face moved accordingly.

Fu Kuan suppressed his nausea, but still asked with a serious face: "Then old man, can you make shrouds here?"

"Shrouds? Don't be kidding me. I'm just a paper-making shop. Shrouds and other things, you have to go elsewhere!"

"We were introduced by an acquaintance, saying that it is you who can do other things."

The old man's expression changed suddenly, and he immediately waved his hands at the two of them and said, "Sorry, I can't do business with the two of you, please go back!"

Saying that, he stuffed the banknote to Yan Rushi.