What's wrong with stealing some of your yang energy!

Xie Chongsen's sudden two sentences didn't match the preamble and the afterword. Xie Yihai turned to Li Xuewen for help, hoping that the number one celebrity around the boss could explain it to him, but Li Xuewen's face startled him—it was impossible to use It's easy to describe, this unprecedented panic appeared a long, long time ago - when I learned that something happened to the Li family.

This makes Xie Yihai puzzled, isn't it just a stray dog ​​that he has never heard of, as for the fear.

Seeing Li Xuewen's lips trembling slightly, as if he was talking about something, Xie Yihai moved his ears closer, but he didn't hear anything.

Those terrified eyes are like insects at the bottom of the food chain, exposed to something too huge and extreme that cannot be accepted by the knowledge of this life, in those turbulent eyes, a clump of light like the heart of a bonfire is ignited.

"Could it have anything to do with 'it'...?"

He finally asked this vaguely.

Xie Chongsen obviously knew what Li Xuewen was referring to, but he didn't say a word. His eyes that could not make waves just looked at the door that cut off all sound sources and the two worlds of light and darkness. It was clearly close at hand, but it seemed to be looking at an extremely distant nothingness. place.

Bai Ling suddenly heard someone calling him.

He turned his head slightly, and the little nigger reappeared.

The little black ghost was short and small, and his whole body was shrunk in Bai Ling's short shadow. It took Bai Ling a long time to distinguish before he could see where his eyes were.

"Brother," said the little nigga, "help me find Doudou, I can't find Doudou."

"Doudou?" Bai Ling quickly understood, "Is it your pet?"

"Yeah," the little nigga nodded, and gestured with his two little hands, "it's this big, and it's white."

Bai Ling didn't forget about being tricked, and glared at him pretending to be fierce: "Where did you go just now? My brother helped you find your grandparents, and you were almost killed by the bad guys. You didn't mean to trick me on purpose, did you?"

"I didn't..." the little black ghost cried, "I've been following my brother, but he just disappeared suddenly."

As he said that, the little nigger pulled his hand timidly, a very light touch came from the fingertips, such a clumsy flattery, one couldn't bear to refuse.

Forget it, Bai Ling thought, what kind of scheming does the kid have, maybe his short legs didn't keep up.

He squatted down patiently: "When did you lose Doudou?"

"Yesterday!" The little nigga tried his best to hold his finger, "It's yesterday's yesterday's yesterday's yesterday... so many yesterdays ago!"

Bai Ling is happy, this little nigga is only four or five years old, and he hasn't learned the word the day before yesterday.

But the pet has been lost for so long, I am afraid that it was abducted, or died in the house like the Zhao family.He coaxed the child: "You follow brother first, okay? Don't run around, brother will find it for you."

The little nigga stopped talking.

Over there, the door has been opened, and all the oiled paper wrapping the door frame has disappeared, leaving only sporadic black scraps on the ground. I don't know how to do it.

A more intense smell of oil came over his face, and it was still the smell of spoiled oil that had been left for a long time. A squeamish ghost like Bai Ling immediately covered his nose impatiently.The lights inside were not turned on, perhaps the leader hadn't found the switch yet, only Xie Yihai was looking around with the wolf-eyed flashlight in his hand, like the colorful lights shining all over the square at night.

The three living people dare to enter, and I have to protect them.

Bai Ling beat himself up three times, told the little black ghost to stand at the door not to run, and walked in by touching the wall.

As soon as the wall touched it, it was known that it was made of metal skin, but it felt cold to the touch, which was a normal iron skin touch.

The room was huge, and the third floor was actually connected to the entire floor; there were large and complicated lights hanging on the ceiling a few meters away, but they were not lit, and it was dark and seeped in the dark.

He quickly found the three brothers, who were standing around the wall in the middle of the north, without saying a word.

Bai Ling walked in, and quickly saw the surrounding things clearly, and was shocked in place.

This is, God?

A statue of a middle-aged man with long beards was surrounded by an altar, and behind the altar was a huge four-cornered incense burner that could not fit in one person's arms, and a small altar.

The statue is painted with heavy-color lacquer. The man's smile is not a smile, but his expression is seductive. A pair of triangular eyes are wide open, which seems to be glaring, but the corners of his mouth are raised high, with sideburns flying up, which reminds people of the villain in Peking Opera.

The statue is about two meters high, and it is straight up to the ceiling. When Bai Ling thought of such a weird thing looking at them through the door, his whole body went numb...

It is actually very strange to enshrine such a large-scale deity in the home.Usually people worship the God of Wealth and Guan Gong, and a shrine of tens of centimeters is enough.

Bai Ling looked around, and there was nothing else in the huge room except for a god statue, it was so empty that it was silent.The Zhao family specially opened up the three floors, without putting anything in it, and enshrined such an evil god statue reaching to the ceiling, making it difficult to guess the purpose.

Perhaps the little black devil had been waiting for a long time, and couldn't bear the loneliness, so he ran in and took Bai Ling's hand: "Brother, I'll eat for you."

Bai Ling looked down, and saw that the little black ghost was holding a big sugar melon in his hand, with fine and dense sesame seeds sprinkled on the honey-colored shell, which looked crisp and sweet.He held it to Bai Ling with his left hand, and stuffed a piece into his mouth with his right hand.

Bai Ling didn't dare to eat what the dead ghost gave him: "Where did you get it?"

"Forget," the little nigga's teeth were stuck, he smashed the trumpet mouth, and spoke vaguely: "It's delicious. Brother eats too."

"Stove Lord?" Li Xuewen frowned, "Where's Madam?"

Xie Yihai also wondered: "It looks like it doesn't look like it. I remember that there are children under the Kitchen God statue. This is a lonely family with no gods. Isn't it too miserable?"

"Don't talk nonsense!" Li Xuewen glared at him, turned on the night vision camera in his hand, and took a few pictures, "It seems that Zhao Tianyi is trustworthy."

"How to say?"

Bai Ling coaxed the kid away, and leaned over to listen.

Li Xuewen explained: "The Kitchen God has always been the most common god in Chinese folk beliefs, and almost all ethnic groups believe in it. The earliest sacrifices to the Kitchen God can be traced back to the Qin Dynasty. But there are still different opinions about the true body of the Kitchen God. "Huainanzi" It is recorded that after the death of Emperor Yan, his body turned into the kitchen god. He ruled the world with fire, and continued to accept sacrifices as the kitchen god after his death. However, "Lu Shi Chunqiu" writes that the kitchen god is the fire god Zhu Rong, which is the worship of natural forces after entering the human living space. Variants. But after "Zhuangzi", they became "poor cicadas", "ghost spirits" and even "beauties". With different origins of beliefs, folk images have also changed. There are kitchen gods and wives; There are even grandmas of the Kitchen God, and even beauties of the Kitchen God. Generally speaking, those who believe in the Three Purities respect the Kitchen God.”

Xie Yihai nodded.

Xie Chongsen came out from behind the altar with big strides, he took a small ball with his gloves on, and when he got closer, Bai Ling could see clearly that it was an irregular black lump.

Like colloid, glowing with toughness.

Xie Yihai took it, pinched it, smelled it again, turned his head away in disgust: "Starch, it's burnt."

Li Xuewen stepped over the altar to look at the small altar, his thin body was stunned: "Damn, it's so disgusting..."

There is an iron shelf hidden behind the huge tripod for the altar, which is not high, so it cannot be seen from a distance.

The iron frame is used for sacrificing live animals, and a live pig is tied upside down with iron chains and hung there.It's just that it's been so long since the Zhao family's accident happened, and no one has cared about it. The pig has been rotten and maggoted for a long time.

Not only that, the pig's body is mutilated and rugged, revealing its jagged bones.

It's like being brutally eaten by some large carnivore.

"What did you eat? A dog?" After being yelled by a dog just now, Li Xuewen quickly thought of it, "No, this is not something a dog can chew..."

The edges of the incomplete pork are uneven in layers, but the bite marks are obviously different.

"I don't have a dog," Xie Yihai said, "I've seen all three floors, and there are no dog utensils. Do you think this is the one..."

The two looked at Xie Chongsen. Xie Chongsen had already walked far to the end of the room, as if he was looking for something.

Xie Yihai yelled anxiously: "Brother, have you seen this pig?"

no respond.

The next second, there was a slight "pop", but the light turned on.

The sudden light made it difficult for the eyes to adapt, and when the eyes became familiar with the light, Bai Ling barely opened his eyes, but was staggered in fright.

His heart beat faster, and he subconsciously looked for the little nigger, but he was nowhere to be seen.And the two brothers had the same reaction as him——

On the entire ceiling of the third floor, the "big and cumbersome" chandelier at first is not a light at all!

The lamps are modern long LED tubes attached to the ceiling, and those dangling crows are all straw-made "Xiao dogs"!

With a ferocious expression, his limbs twisted and hugged his abdomen, he was bound by a leather rope and hung upside down from the ceiling.

One meter or two meters away, the stars are hanging down, and Bai Ling can meet the hollow pupils made of straw full of malice when he raises his head a little!

The author has something to say: This is the manuscript deposit box gentleman who lies flat and stamps.

The Zhao family case is over soon, Ma Xian will be in the next case.