Chinese students at Hogwarts

Zhao Yuanxu?

Zhang Chengdao answered the phone, and soon his eyebrows were raised.

After hanging up the phone, he waved to Zhang Xiao:

"Son, let's go. Dad will take you to eat well!"

Zhang Xiao was peeling an orange. Before he even got the sour orange into his mouth, just feeling the hard-to-peel texture made him so sour that he couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

Hearing this, he immediately threw away the sour orange and said overjoyed:

"Really? Didn't you say you can't go to the city to eat?"

Zhang Chengdao changed his shoes and stamped his feet on the ground:

“But if you need help on the way, it’s okay to treat the victim to a meal!

Your Uncle Zhao is the one in charge. Let’s go and eat at the rich family! "

The two of them strapped on their armored horses again, determined their direction, and headed towards the nearest city.

Wangjiang in Anhui Province is a small county town that is not well-known in China. It is named "Wangjiang" because the area around the Pagoda River in the southeast was once the old route of the Yangtze River. Climbing Mount Boyu in the middle of the city can provide you with a panoramic view of the river's flow.

As the father and son approached the county town, they slowed down and got off their horses.

"Dad, how did Uncle Zhao know we were here?"

Zhang Xiao asked curiously.

"He asked about our itinerary, and said that someone reported a crime a few days ago, saying that he saw two figures, one tall and one short, running faster than a motorcycle.

The steep mountain road felt like walking on flat ground, and I thought I saw a ghost.

As soon as your Uncle Zhao figured it out, it was probably us, so he called to ask. "

Zhang Chengdao looked at the surrounding environment and suddenly sighed:

“It’s completely different than it was decades ago.”

The corner of Zhang Xiao's mouth twitched. The Taoist sect had such an outrageous sense of time that it could easily last decades.

"By the way, Dad, our Taoist sect cooperates with the higher-ups, right? What is the relationship? Are we equal or are we under jurisdiction?"

"Of course it's equality, otherwise why would there be a prohibition against extending the life of an official?"

equal? Zhang Xiao was surprised, his steps slowed down unconsciously, and he fell into thinking.

Since they are equal, how is this equality maintained?

Although my knowledge in this area is not very rich, my thinking may be very shallow.

But the basic sensitivity is still there.

The first prerequisite for maintaining equality is that both parties are equal.

There is no doubt that Dao Sect is very strong, but if Dao Sect can fully match the state machine, it would look down on the entire huge country.

Just like the Magical Congress of America, they dare not even show their heads because in modern society, the power of the entire human race is increasing exponentially.

It is simply impossible to balance, as for the wizarding world to be fully open and perfectly integrated.

Just think about it, how is it possible?

If several powerful countries in the world discovered the wizarding world.

The greater possibility is to treat it with caution, evaluate the strength, look for weaknesses, and try to control it.

Rather than communicating in an equal dialogue manner.

It was precisely when Grindelwald saw the growing threat from ordinary people that he decided to lead the saints to conquer the world, because he himself was also afraid of the increasingly outrageous force of ordinary people.

Think of what my dad said that day.

So there must be something to maintain balance.

Is it [Heavenly Court]?

"Xiaoxiao, hurry up, let's go eat first!"

Zhang Chengdao's shout woke him up from his reverie, and he saw that his father had already run in front of a police car.

Oops! Yangtze River 750!

Zhang Xiao looked at the dull and square motorcycle as if it were an antique.

Standing next to the motorcycle was a middle-aged man who looked very honest. He stretched out his hands towards Zhang Chengdao:

"Hello, Mr. Zhang, hello, I am Director Zhao's subordinate, just call me Xiao Song.

I'm really sorry, the cars were all sent out, so I had to find a chariot to come over. "

This is not the era when cars became more common. Cars are very expensive nowadays. It would be good to have two cars in a bureau.

Zhang Chengdao waved his hand indifferently: "It's a small matter, take us to the bureau cafeteria now, just give me the information and so on."

Xiao Song didn't expect Zhang Chengdao, who seemed to have a great background, to be so easy to talk to. He was stunned for a moment before nodding happily:

"Okay, okay, is the cafeteria a little bit... Mr. Zhang, why don't we change it?"

Although I rarely come to Wangjiang, I know one or two good restaurants. "

Zhang Xiao had already sat directly in the sidecar, and Zhang Chengdao was even more skillful in riding the motorcycle. It looked like he was riding a lot.

Xiao Song had no choice but to shut his mouth and sit on the motorcycle honestly.

Yangtze River 750 roared and flew away with black smoke.

The town's stage has suddenly become filled with many strange legends recently.

Uncle Wang said that when he passed by the stage, he saw Leng Qianyu, a Chinese actress who had been missing for several months, singing on it.

The singing of Huangmei Opera is still so good.

As the most famous female actor in Shili Baxiang, Leng Qianyu's name is also well-known throughout Wangjiang. She has a good figure, good singing, and a good face, especially her watery eyes.

Shy and timid, she seems to be able to talk. I don’t know how many young people regard her as the person in their dreams.

Every time the troupe puts on a show, there are always huge crowds of people, old and young, all wanting to come and see Leng Qianyu.

It's just that it was night when Uncle Wang passed by the stage, and Leng Qianyu had been missing for more than three months. When she first disappeared, there was a big fuss.

Whatever you say.

Why run away with a wealthy man holding a mobile phone and driving a Santana?

The boss from Hong Kong fell in love with her, made her a mistress, and kept her in a bungalow.

There is also talk about returning overseas Chinese taking them abroad.

No matter what the legend is, it is Leng Qianyu who became the mistress of a rich man.

The men were dejected, shaking their heads and sighing whenever they talked about her, only regretting that they were not rich.

The women were in great spirits, and when the conversation got irritating, they would spit, rub them hard with their shoe soles, roll up their sleeves, and scold them for being shameless, vixens, and slutty.

He had long since noticed that she was not a good person, and everyone else agreed. After scolding her, he wiped his mouth, showed a satisfied smile, and went home with a sense of superiority over Leng Qianyu in terms of his morality.

After a few months, fewer people remembered her.

Only those little kids with snotty noses often miss their beautiful sister, and will bring some biscuits, hard candies and the like for themselves to eat, thinking about her goodness.

It wasn't until Uncle Wang said he saw her on the stage that the memory that had just sunken came to the surface again.

But what Uncle Wang said was too scary.

In the middle of the night, Leng Qianyu, who had been missing for several months, was singing on the stage.

The villagers who heard about this couldn't help but tremble and laughed that the old man must have been alone for a long time and drank too much.

Uncle Wang thought about it. He drank half a kilogram of liquor at that time, which was quite a bit too much.

But despite this, everyone is still a little scared.

Within a few days, people began to die in the village.

Some people's faces changed.

"Dad, the missing Leng Qianyu has a younger brother? Where is her younger brother?"

Zhang Xiao recalled the information he had seen before. Leng Qianyu's parents died early and because her parents insisted on giving birth to a boy.

The family was fined for exceeding the childbirth limit and was completely destitute.

The child was still a fool and became the laughing stock of the town.

Within two years, he died in a car accident while going to the provincial capital.

He left behind Leng Qianyu, who was just 18 years old, and his 3-year-old brother.

Thanks to Leng Qianyu's singing ability and good looks, she was chosen by the theater troupe and was able to support herself and her younger brother.

There are also cases where Dad communicates individually with the person in charge of the case.

Zhang Chengdao's tone was a little heavy: "No one remembered him when he starved to death. He starved to death in the small bungalow. It is said that someone once heard his howling in the room.

He thought he was mentally ill and no one cared about him. "

He paused and said softly: "When a neighbor finally came to see him, he had been starved to death for several days. The one who was found was said to have eaten feces from hunger (Note 1)"

Zhang Xiao stopped and looked at Zhang Chengdao in shock.

starving?

Why did you starve to death? Are all the neighbors dead? Even 30 years later, Zhang Xiao still feels that his neighbors are still full of humane feelings.

Especially during the three years of isolation, countless people have realized the true meaning of distant relatives being inferior to close neighbors.

Isn’t this the simple nineties? how so?

Zhang Chengdao shook his head: "They all insisted that they thought she was ill. They also said that Leng Qianyu often left early and came back late. No one knew she hadn't come back."

This case was just an ordinary disappearance case at first, but a few months later, when Uncle Wang heard someone singing on the stage.

One after another, people reported hearing the sound of opera on the stage at night.

Only the child was safe and sound. After a long period of local investigation, there were no clues at all. There was widespread panic in several nearby towns and countless people moved away.

Even the superiors from Anqing came over in the first month, but the people from Anqing couldn't find anything either.

In this way, the report was made level by level, and when it reached Zhao Yuanxu, the scene of calling his father happened.

The father and son walked forward in silence. The geographical location of Wangjiang was not good, and the development was not very advanced. The landmark of the county was a big carousel.

Except for some factories and government departments, few high-rise buildings are seen.

Even more so in the town they went to.

Where you enter, the doors of every household are closed, with yellow symbols stuck on the doors, and not far away there are traces of burning incense and paper money.

Not even a human figure could be seen.

Zhang Xiao finally couldn't help but break the dull atmosphere:

"Dad, how should we investigate this situation?"

Zhang Chengdao held his chin and thought for a moment:

“In the past, it was all about ‘seeing, hearing and asking’. When I arrived at a place, I would ask the locals about various legends and the like. No matter how bizarre they were, they should not be taken lightly.

Because chances are, that's the truth.

But this is what ordinary disciples would do, your father and I.

I'm used to going straight to Huanglong, finding the rightful owner directly, and catching him first! "

Zhang Xiao nodded, touched it, and suddenly reacted: "Huh? Let's talk about it after we catch it?"

"Of course, the appearance of ghosts is not a normal thing. Most of them will hide something and kill them without asking any questions. It is no different from killing people directly.

Generally speaking, in addition to calming down these things, we also need to understand the cause and effect. If there is any last wish, if it is not too difficult, we can do it. "

Zhang Chengdao raised his head and glanced at the sky. It was still early and the sun was shining brightly in the sky.

The July sun radiates its own light and heat unscrupulously, making the surrounding area white and hot even at a glance.

In other words, neither father nor son are ordinary people. If ordinary people stand in the sun like this, they really can't stand it.

"Find a place to rest first and see if there is anyone who can ask. The yang energy is too strong now and nothing can be found. Let's wait until the twilight transition between yin and yang."

Zhang Xiao naturally has no objection. Just because he is not afraid of heat does not mean he likes to bask in the sun.

The two walked for a while and finally found a canteen that was still open.

It is said that it is a canteen, but it is actually my own bungalow. A square opening is opened in the back wall, and sliders are installed, so that the boss can stay at home.

When the door is closed, small wooden boards are stuck into the chute to seal it.

When I walked in front of me, an old man in his sixties was dozing off in a white "two-heeled t-shirt".

Although there is an old-fashioned "Bat" brand floor fan next to it, I don't want to turn it on, probably because I am worried about the electricity bill.

I just fanned myself with a cattail leaf fan.

Zhang Chengdao tapped lightly on the wooden table:

"Boss, do you have any soda?"

The old man opened his sleepy eyes, rubbed them and yawned:

"Yes, orange soda, five points!"

"Do you have Jianlibao?"

The boss immediately became energetic, yo, Jianlibao!

This kind of drink is not easy to sell, especially in a small place like Wangjiang, where few people are willing to spend money to drink such expensive soda.

Big business!

"Yes! Yes!"

The old man stood up hurriedly, walked to a shady place, opened the thick quilt, and revealed a tightly wrapped small wooden box.

His hands were so fast that he could almost see the afterimage, and he quickly took out two bottles of Jianlibao, fearing that the cold air would escape.

"Four dollars and fifty cents!"

Expensive, but not bad.

Zhang Chengdao gave the money, and Jianlibao was actually no longer cold. Zhang Xiao secretly tapped it with his magic wand, and white frost immediately extended from the surface of the can.

He opened the ring and took a sip, unable to help but burp.

It's also strange that it tastes good, it feels better than what I drank in the future.

Zhang Chengdao has already started chatting with the boss:

"I see there are very few people here. Boss, do you still have business here?"

Maybe it was because he had just sold two bottles of 'sky-high price' drinks that made the boss very happy, so he was happy to chat with Zhang Chengdao.

Hearing this he sighed:

"Who says it's not? When it comes to our place, there used to be a lot of people there, but lately it's been said to be haunted and haunted. A few people died, and many people were scared away.

My business has become deserted, and it took a long time for someone to come.

If it had been left before, I would have sold a pack of toffee! "

Zhang Chengdao asked in surprise:

"It's haunted? Several people died? It's so powerful, why don't you run away?"

The boss looked around to make sure there was no one around, then stretched his head forward and whispered:

"I'm not afraid because I haven't done anything wrong and I'm not afraid of ghosts knocking on my door!

It’s not like them – I’m so sorry! "

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1. Monthly ticket 2. Recommended ticket

Not to write a vulgar story, but to bring out a little bit of setting.

Note 1 There is a prototype