spirit walker

Chapter 340 The Truth
The attacker has been shot dead. Uncle Zhang is dead? !
Receiving this news unexpectedly, Zhang Yuanqing suddenly regained consciousness, fell into confusion, and sat on the bed blankly.

For about seven or eight seconds, he took a deep breath, calmed himself down, and said very quickly:
"How do you determine the identity of the murderer? Where did you kill the murderer? Please explain the situation carefully."

Guan Ya's voice came from the speaker:
"This morning, when Wei Yuanzhou was patrolling the hospital, he caught the attacker last night. He successfully killed the enemy with a sneak attack, and the body has been transported back to the Jinghai City Public Security Department.

"Height 1.7 meters, about [-] years old, dark skin, thick fingers, with thick calluses. He still has burn marks on his chest, and the tender flesh that grew overnight can also prove that the knife wound you caused is still there."

It was Uncle Zhang. Zhang Yuanqing, who died in the hospital, thought of something for a moment. He felt his heart being pierced. He jumped up from the bed. He was wearing only a pair of boxers, and strode out of the room with bare feet.

"Bang!"

With a sullen face, he kicked open the door of the standard room next door. The room was empty, and the bed where someone had been lying on it last night had been cleaned up.

Uncle Zhang has already left.

"Yuan Shi, what's wrong with you?" Guan Ya heard the kick on the door.

"I'm fine, Sister Guan Ya, please send me a photo, a photo of the attacker." Zhang Yuanqing looked at the empty bed.

"The body has been transported to the Public Security Department. I'm in the hospital. Well, I'll go to the Public Security Department now. Fortunately, it's not far away. Wait a minute." Guan Ya had no choice but to hang up the phone first.

Zhang Yuanqing returned to the room, put on his clothes and shoes quickly, entered the corridor, and walked up the stairs to the first floor.

He didn't even have the patience to wait for the elevator right now.

Hotel lobby.

The air conditioner was blowing cold air, and Madoka, wearing a white shirt and small suit, stood at the front desk with a straight figure.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, she turned her head and took a cold look, then turned her head back, but turned halfway, then turned back again, looked at Yuanshi Tianzun's face, frowned and said:
"What's wrong!"

"Where did Uncle Zhang go?"

Xiaoyuan's bright and plain pretty face sank, and said lightly:
"I don't know! If you are worried about him absconding, you don't have to. Uncle Zhang will do what he says. If he breaks his promise, I will also be responsible for finding him."

In front of Yuanshi Tianzun, she couldn't control her temper more and more, but she didn't notice it.

"Uncle Zhang is dead!" Zhang Yuanqing said softly, "He died in Jinghai City People's Hospital this morning, and was killed by Wei Yuanzhou."

Madoka stayed there, the indifference in her eyes disintegrated quickly, her hands were clenched into fists little by little, and she clenched so hard that she closed her eyes suddenly, as if she was afraid that the sadness that could not be concealed would escape from her eyes.

After a while, she opened her eyes, with a calm expression, and said:

"Got it, it's his choice"

His choice, Zhang Yuanqing, was silent for a moment, and said in a low voice:
"He refused to go with me. His so-called unfulfilled wish is for this reason?"

—— Use your own life to exchange your grandson for promotion to a deacon.

Facing the loess with his back to the sky for decades, he was lonely and widowed for half his life. He raised his grandson with grains of rice, and paid for his studies with copper coins. In the end, he had to sacrifice his life for the future of his grandson.

How stupid Zhang Yuanqing really wanted to sneer, but his chest was inexplicably congested.

Madoka gave a "hmm":
"He probably had this idea a long time ago. Half a month ago, he was injured by an official walker in Jinghai City. I went to see him. He was seriously injured, but he was very happy.

"I've known him for so many years, and I rarely see him smiling so happily. He said that his wish is finally fulfilled, and he will concentrate on practicing with Master Wuhen for the rest of his life, saying goodbye to the past."

Zhang Yuanqing listened quietly.

"But yesterday when he came to see Master Wuhen, he seemed to be a different person, with a gloomy expression and a lot of preoccupations. I knew he had something to do. I followed him secretly to Jinghai City, and only then did I know that he was assassinating the official traveler."

Because I don't want to relapse, but for the sake of my grandson's future, I have to go against my will?Zhang Yuanqing frowned, feeling a little contradictory and something was wrong.

At this time, the phone made a "ding dong", and a text message came in.

He took out his mobile phone to check the information, it was Guan Yafa's photo.

In the photo, the dark and skinny old man lay quietly on the mortuary bed, the sorrow carved by the years was always condensed on his face, there was a dark red wound on his chest, and a large piece of new tender flesh.

"It's Uncle Zhang"

Zhang Yuanqing sighed: "He didn't dissolve Gu."

When the voodoo master dies in battle, his body will retain a half-human and half-animal appearance, while Uncle Zhang died in a human appearance, which means that he did not choose to fight, but was willing to die.

"Ding dong!"

The prompt sounded again, and Guan Ya sent a large text:
"The call was interrupted just now. I haven't finished speaking yet. I don't understand a few details. The attacker was attacked by Wei Yuanzhou from behind, pierced through the heart and died. Before he died, he was seriously ill. This is the ability of the God of Plague.

"However, such an injury or illness shouldn't kill you in one blow. A psychic has a chance to struggle to the death, but he didn't dissolve Gu, which is very strange.
"I didn't ask these questions face to face, you come back and try to ask Ling."

"No need to ask, we will reply." Zhang Yuanqing typed the message and replied to Guan Ya. Halfway through typing, he saw Guan Ya's second message:

"I always feel that there are a lot of unreasonable things in this matter. The purpose of the attacker's assassination of Long Live Bai Hu is unclear, and how did he get to Long Live Bai Hu's residence.

"From the video of last night's battle, the assailant was agile and good at chasing. As a senior saint, he actually let the white tiger escape when he was ambushing ahead of time?

"I watched the surveillance of the second assassination, and I seriously doubt the assassination level of the attacker"

Guan Ya was half complaining and half expressing her views on the incident.

Looking at the information, Zhang Yuanqing frowned a little bit, realizing the contradiction.

According to what Uncle Zhang himself said, he assassinated Long Live Baihu in order to clear the way for his grandson's promotion, so there is no possibility of keeping his hand. A veteran saint ambushed the newly promoted saint, with such a great advantage, but failed , there are indeed doubts and unreasonable.

The most unreasonable thing is that since Baihu Wansui is just an insignificant passer-by, and there was no long-planned follow-up and investigation during the period, how could Uncle Zhang, who is an evil profession, easily find Baihu Wansui's address?

Unless there is an inner ghost!
Zhang Yuanqing frowned and said:
"I'm going to see Master Wuhen."

Madoka looked at him puzzled.

But Zhang Yuanqing did not explain, turned around and ran to the corridor, along the stairs, rushed to the fourth floor in one breath, he stopped outside the door of "404", slapped the door, and said:

"Master, I have something to see!"

After shouting, Zhang Yuanqing tried to turn the doorknob.

"Crack!"

The doorknob was unscrewed smoothly, and in the next second, the corridor of the hotel disappeared, and the wooden door disappeared, replaced by a Buddhist temple with smoke and candles.

Zhang Yuanqing subconsciously looked at the towering golden Buddha that went straight to the top of the hall. It sat with its flowers in its arms, half-closed its eyes, and looked down with compassion and cruelty.

The golden Buddha has not changed, and the master's mood is still very stable. Zhang Yuanqing looked down, looked at the back of Tsing Yi sitting cross-legged on the futon, bowed and said:
"Master, Uncle Zhang has returned to the spirit realm. I am puzzled about something, so I am here to ask for advice."

After a pause, without waiting for Master Wuhen to respond, he asked directly:

"Why did Uncle Zhang see you yesterday? Do you know about him?"

There was a moment of silence in the hall, and Master Wuhen suppressed the pained voice, echoing in the hall:
"He said that he found his grandson who had been parted for many years. The grandson forced him to assassinate the official saint. He didn't want to do any more murders. He was very painful, but he was ashamed of that child, and he couldn't refuse.

"He intends to use his own life to make up for his grandson. He came to say goodbye to me last night. He will return to the spiritual realm ahead of schedule."

Wei Yuanzhou forced him to assassinate Long Live the White Tiger? !
There was a "boom" in Zhang Yuanqing's mind, as if a thunder had exploded, his expression suddenly froze.

After a short period of confusion and astonishment, his thoughts quickly returned, he was no longer confused or dazed, and the context of the whole incident suddenly became clear.

After the killing dungeon ended, the number of official saints skyrocketed slightly, crowding out the promotion space for veteran saints. Because of Wei Yuanzhou's "unsuitable" relationship, the chances of promotion were already small and difficult.

It just so happened that he reunited with his long-lost grandfather a while ago, he was still a psychic, so he had a crooked mind and forced him to assassinate Long Live Baihu to clear the way for him.

Therefore, Long Live the White Tiger obviously didn't notice that he was being followed, but his residence was exposed because the enemy came from inside.

The doubts raised by Guan Ya were all explained. Zhang Yuanqing smiled wryly in his heart.

According to Uncle Zhang's mentality, the next step should be "voluntary dedication", but things backfired. I didn't expect that the person who came to support would be me.

Zhang Yuanqing continued to think logically.

No wonder Uncle Zhang had such a frightened expression when he heard Xiaoyuan introduce me last night. Yuanshi Tianzun has a reputation as a righteous partner, and he already knew it from Kou Beiyue.

If Wei Yuanzhou forced his assassination of colleagues to be exposed, I would definitely not forgive him, so he took all the crimes on his shoulders.

If I were a scout, I should have seen the clues last night. Alas, I wanted to solve it in private, so I didn't bring Miss Guan Ya. There is one more thing I didn't want to understand. In this case, there is no need to ask Song Hai for help, and "solve" in private. Wouldn't it be perfect for Wei Yuanzhou to take the credit for killing the attacker?

He forced his grandfather to assassinate his colleagues, and if he failed, he killed the grandfather who raised him as a success. Wei Yuanzhou is a lunatic with a respectful and gentle appearance, but a paranoid and gloomy heart.

Why didn't Sister Guan Ya see it?Does he have special props to hide his temperament?Or do you become a gentleman after pretending to be a gentleman for a long time, and it is hard to tell the truth from the fake?

The bastard Zhang Yuanqing let out a foul breath and said:
"Master, I understand!"

He turned around with cold eyes, and walked out of the hall, and Master Wuhen's warning came from behind him:

"This matter has its own cause and effect. The poor monk respects his choice, so you don't need to worry about it."

Is this asking me to mind my own business?Stop meddling?Zhang Yuanqing paused, he stopped at the entrance of the hall and thought for a few seconds, then retorted:

"Master, I am not your disciple, and you don't need to teach me how to do things."

Step away.

He returned to the lobby, walked straight to the front desk, and looked at Madoka:

"drive!
"Send me to Jinghai Public Security Department."

Jinghai City, Hemen District Public Security Bureau.

In the morgue, Wei Yuanzhou stood alone beside the mortuary bed, silently staring at the old man's remains.

The past years are endless in his heart. He lost his parents since he was a child, and lived with his grandfather as long as he can remember. His grandfather knew nothing but farming, and his life was poor and difficult.

Wei Yuanzhou envied his classmates for pocket money, new clothes and beautiful schoolbags since he was a child, but he wore a piece of clothing for three years, sewed it for another year, and could not get poverty subsidies.

From elementary school to junior high school, I wore shoes that my brother next door didn't want.

A child who lives with his grandfather and cannot even afford new clothes is destined to become an alienated object to the children in the same village, and it will be even worse after he goes to school.

The classmates in the school would only resort to violence against poor children like him without the support of their parents.

Wei Yuanzhou remembered that in the first year of middle school, there was a parent-teacher meeting in the class. Grandpa, who had just finished farm work, came to school in a hurry, covered in mud.

As a result, he was not even allowed to enter the school gate.

He can remember the eyes of his classmates and teachers for a lifetime.

He hates those classmates and teachers, and even more hates the grandfather who made him feel ashamed. Could it be that you can't even change your clothes?

Wei Yuanzhou spent the first half of his life in alienation, contempt and violence, so he studied hard, which was the only way for him to change his destiny.

In order not to be looked down upon by others, in order not to be subjected to violence, he actively expresses himself, participates in class activities, helps classmates, cooperates with teachers, is gentle, courteous and modest, and becomes a good person in the eyes of classmates, a good student in the eyes of teachers, and a good dog in the eyes of school bullies. .

Be a perfect person, and you won't be underestimated or bullied, because they can't find fault with you.

In the year when his grandfather had an accident, he was terrified of being retaliated by relatives of the family. Ten years of hard life did not sharpen his will, but brought him a serious psychological shadow.

He couldn't understand why grandpa wanted revenge, why he wanted to break the peaceful life.

The weak will be bullied by the strong. It has been the truth since ancient times. The grandfather who has not read the book is very sad because he does not understand these truths.

To become a strong man, one does not rely on one's courage, but wisdom and hard work. Relying on his own efforts, he successfully completed college, became a spiritual practitioner by chance, entered the Five Elements League, and finally ushered in a good life.

Over the years, he dared not make a single mistake, he was afraid of making mistakes, afraid of encountering violence and punishment.

But the shadow of his grandfather has always shrouded him, and his crimes have seriously hindered his future, making him a key object of observation by the organization.

And just half a month ago, he saw his long-lost grandfather again.

What he felt was not affection and joy, but fear, yes, intense fear.

Because that is a wicked profession.

For Wei Yuanzhou, this was a catastrophe.

Why are you still coming back?Since you chose to abandon me at the beginning, please disappear completely in my world. Why did you destroy my life and my future?
Wei Yuanzhou thought of a way to kill two birds with one stone. He told his grandfather, if you really think about me, if you really want to compensate me, then clean up the competitors for me.

But that assassination was unsuccessful. After watching the surveillance, he knew that Grandpa was unwilling to do it.

Then the only thing to do is to get rid of him - Wei Yuanzhou thought so at the time.

But grandpa is a senior saint and an evil profession stronger than law, so he is not sure.

So he persuaded the superior deacon to seek help from the Songhai branch.

To do this, on the one hand, the people in the Songhai branch don't know his details, and it is impossible to know his relationship with his grandfather, while the senior management of the Jinghai branch knows his family background, and it is very likely that they will catch clues during the investigation. .

On the other hand, the credits obtained by the people in the Songhai branch will not affect him and will not become his competitors.

And he can also rely on this meritorious service to reach a higher level and become a deacon.

But he didn't expect that Yuanshi Tianzun joined the Songhai patrol team and was sent to deal with the matter.

Fortunately, there were twists and turns, but it ended perfectly.

No, it's still one step away. Wei Yuanzhou took out a piece of white ghost paper with a circle on the outside and a square on the inside from the inventory, and covered the old man's face.

The ghost paper burned silently, and as the flames fluttered, there was a faint old figure that dissipated in the flames.

This is a consumable that Wei Yuanzhou bought on the black market in the past half month. Its function is very simple, it is to dispel the remaining spirit body of the deceased.

The water in the palm of Wei Yuanzhou flickered, he gently stroked his grandfather's face, and took away the ashes that had been burned by the paper.

"I'm sorry, I have to walk the road ahead by myself."

He whispered to himself, took one last look at his grandfather's face, turned and left without hesitation.

The moment he stepped out of the morgue, he was relieved for a while, and there was no more haze in his heart.

The seventh floor is the office of the official traveler.

In the deacon's office of Hemen District, Wei Yuanzhou sat upright by the sofa in the living room, sitting like a clock, meticulous.

The deacon of Hemen District is a level 5 mountain god, and the ID of Lingjing is Qianshan. He is a short but very stocky middle-aged man with a gentle and pedantic temperament.

"It has been confirmed that it is a psychic. You have done a good job. According to the organizational system, kill a psychic and record a C-level meritorious service. I will submit the application report for you." The deacon Moshan said with a smile:

"Combining the qualifications and achievements you have accumulated in the past few years, the level has also reached the level. It is not a big problem, and everyone will be on the same level in the future."

A gentle and sincere smile appeared on Wei Yuanzhou's handsome face:

"Thank you leader!"

Deacon Qianshan nodded slightly and asked:
"Have you found out the identity of the psychic?"

Wei Yuanzhou shook his head: "I have asked colleagues from the Public Security Bureau to do face recognition, but there is no information, and DNA comparisons have not yielded results. As you know, DNA collection has not yet been popularized to the whole people."

In fact, the face recognition has already produced results, but it was suppressed by him.

As a captain-level walker, unless the deacon moving the mountain is watching him personally, it is easy to suppress such a trivial matter.

It is impossible for the leader to do everything by himself, and the incident has little impact and has been resolved.

Let him write a report at most, and he is willing to inquire face to face, which is already very responsible.

Deacon Qianshan nodded and said:
"Notify the Night Tour God of the Taiyi Sect to come and be a ghost, the process that should go is still to go."

"This..." Wei Yuanzhou showed embarrassment.

Deacon Qianshan put down the teacup, "What's the problem?"

"That's right," Wei Yuanzhou said:

"Before I attacked and killed the psychic master, in order to ensure success and prevent the other party from being desperate and innocent, I used the props of the night tour god profession to severely damage the other party's spirit body.

"Right now, I'm afraid my soul has been scattered, and there is no spirit body left."

The deacon who moved the mountain frowned and said in a deep voice:

"let it go."

He picked up the teacup again and sipped the fragrant and sweet tea.

Wei Yuanzhou got up in good time, "I'll go back to work first."

The deacon who moved the mountain smiled and nodded.

After leaving the office, Wei Yuanzhou walked through the huge office area.

"Wei team!"

"Hello Captain Wei!"

"Wei team, let's settle the matter, let's have dinner together tonight."

Walking along the way, the official walkers and civilian employees put aside their good intentions, all of them are good people, and all of them are extremely humble.

Wei Yuanzhou responded one by one, showing a sincere smile.

At this moment, he saw the Songhai patrol team striding towards the gate of the office area, led by Yuanshi Tianzun who disappeared overnight.

PS: The typo is corrected first and then corrected.

(End of this chapter)