It's a celestial master, not a Taoist priest

The little police officer nodded the classmate's head: "I don't have a guilty conscience when I use the ID number. The picture of her is such a beautiful girl. Can your unshaven beard compare to it? The network administrator of the Internet cafe really let you in."

The little policeman admonishing others looked up and saw Feng Quan walking in, asked them to sit down, walked over and asked:

"Is this the one who lent them their ID cards?"

Feng Quan touched his nose and nodded.

Policeman: "Okay, make sure you are the same person as the one on the ID card, and then take you two classmates back."

Ruan Shuai and a young man next to him looked at Feng Quan expectantly.

Feng Quan and these two guys sat on the side and waited; the little policeman who was training them and the police officer who sent Feng Quan over sat and chatted:

"Three young women have disappeared one after another within a week, all in the vicinity of No. [-] Middle School. The common feature is that they are all beautiful...I still don't have a clue."

"Do you still remember that before the disappearance of women, there were reports of daughters running away from home one after another? It is also in the urban area, centered on No. [-] Middle School. The common feature is that these women are very beautiful."

"This should have nothing to do with it. The one who ran away from home has been investigated clearly. It's not a similar case of scumbags abducting ignorant girls as I guessed at the beginning. It's an epidemic. These young women who love beauty have festered faces And Wuyan went out to meet other people, so he ran away from home - and went back automatically within a few days. But this time the disappearance case is different - the armed police team said in the morning that they found a drowned female body, which seems to be missing one of the staff."

Listening to the conversation between the two policemen, Feng Quan felt that the content was somewhat familiar.

Epidemic bacteria cause facial ulcers?Bacteria will never pick good-looking infections.

This is a bit like... Painted Skin Ghost borrowing his face.It's just that he didn't return his face?

and many more.

Painted Skin Ghost... Painted Skin Ghost... Shao Jing!

With her doughy face, Feng Quan finally realized where the sense of familiarity came from.But Shao Jing was a living person, not a ghost, which aroused his interest.

When I returned to school, it was the end of get out of class time. I didn't expect to see Shao Jing just after passing a corridor.

This flamboyant and lively girl who seemed to have nothing to do with Painted Skin Ghost stood in a corridor that was usually not visited by anyone, and stood in front of a seven or eight-year-old boy.Shao Jing seemed very impatient, while the boy in front of her was timid.

"Sister..." The boy reached out to pull Shao Jing's clothes.

Shao Jing waved him away in disgust, "How many times have I told you, don't call me sister. Don't tear my clothes off—where is your mother, come to me for 'what?"

The boy felt aggrieved and said, "Mom...she was called away by the principal's uncle. She asked me to give you money, and you never asked for living expenses. She was afraid that you wouldn't be able to eat well..."

"Is it worth it?" Shao Jing sneered, "I'm living a good life, and I don't need anything. It's not rare to let her take care of my affairs. I don't want this money, it's not enough for me to go out for a day. I I don't have time to play with you, I just stay here by myself—" She turned her head and said annoyedly, "Don't follow me."

Feng Quan left before the other party saw him, feeling a little surprised.

Because Shao Jing is pretty and has a good style on weekdays, being polite to others.Although she is a bit arrogant, she has never done anything overbearing, and she is quite amiable, so she is recognized as a goddess for almost the entire age.Except for Ruan Shuai, who doesn't like beautiful women, almost everyone likes her.

But the Shao Jing I saw just now was quite different from her usual one.

And, if he heard correctly, that boy's name is Shao Jing... Sister?Isn't she an only child?

When the little boy was playing in the corridor outside their classroom, Ruan Shuai pointed it out to Feng Quan:

"That is Lao Ban's son."

The last class is self-study, and the class leader Tan Jie suddenly stepped onto the podium under the eyes of the whole class.

Since the beginning of the term, the head teacher has always spent very little time in the school. Except for class, he doesn't show up much, and he is also in a hurry after class.At this time, Wang Qianqian was no longer in school, so Tan Jie chose to "mobilize" at this time.

"Taking up some of your time, I have one thing to say."

As soon as he opened his mouth, everyone looked over.

Tan Jie said: "Presumably everyone should have noticed that the head teacher has been in a bad state since the beginning of school-and I know a piece of news, which is the reason why the head teacher is in a bad mood these days-her husband has been diagnosed with cancer."

"What? Cancer?"

"Isn't it impossible to completely heal?"

"How could this be, the teacher and her husband are so loving..."

After the students in the class chattered for a while, Tan Jie knocked on the podium, "Listen to me."

Everyone was quiet, and Tan Jie continued: "We all know the situation of the head teacher's family. It is said that the teacher's husband has been weak and unable to work for a long time, and there is also a son who has just entered elementary school. All the expenses of the teacher's family It is all supported by her alone, let alone the cost of cancer treatment. So the principal and other leaders decided to hold a charity donation for Teacher Wang Qianqian in the school. Now the notice has been sent to all classes of the three grades, only our class, Teacher Wang Qianqian did not let me know."

"However, as most of us students who have been led by Teacher Wang Qianqian since the first year of high school, our concern must be very important to her, and we should support her even more. So I want to organize a Donate to Teacher Wang Qianqian's love."

Before the voice fell, everyone said: "Okay, we agree."

Tan Jie showed a smile, "Everyone who wants to donate, queue up and hand it over to the study committee, and write down how much you donate in the notebook."

Everyone flipped through their schoolbags and lined up in front of study committee member Ni Yu's desk.

Only Feng Quan stroked his chin and was a little pensive. If Shao Jing and Wang Qianqian are mother-daughter relationship...it doesn't make sense that Shao Jing was raised proud and rich, and her clothes and shoes are very expensive.

In the afternoon, Lan Xiang went to the house rented by Bang Fengquan and visited the neighbors.

This is a community next to the No. [-] Middle School, and the property prices are skyrocketing.However, his colleague Feng Quan was more generous and directly asked him to rent a room on the first floor of a building along the street, so he didn't even have to climb the stairs.

It gets dark late in summer, but the floors in the urban area are generally high, and there are no short people. The shadows of the buildings in the community are cast down, and there is not much light in the room on the first floor.

The house still has traces of the previous tenant’s life, but the overall situation is not very messy. Lan Xiang looked at it and found that there was nothing to clean up, so he sat on the sofa with satisfaction, and took the remote control to fiddle with the TV. .Looking out of the window, he suddenly got excited again, walked over and closed all the curtains, found a ghost movie and started to play it.

The movie is a bit old-fashioned, almost regarded as the "painted skin" in the remake of Liaozhai.The female ghost in the picture is performing the unique skill of skinning with bare hands. At this time, Lan Xiang, who is engrossed in it, suddenly feels a little cold behind him.

He rubbed his arms, pulled the pillow on one side to hug him, and still felt a chill in his collar.He touched the back of his neck, thinking that the refrigerator door was not closed, and the air-conditioning inside was exposed, so he tore his gaze away from the ghost film with difficulty, and looked back.

——A piece of complicated and gorgeous clothing material appeared in front of my eyes, the clothes style seemed to be buried with the dead many years ago.Looking up slowly, a face with disheveled hair and no facial features quietly "looked" at Lan Xiang.

Lan Xiang's neck stiffened in an instant, and he wanted to turn around with a stiff face, but this face without facial features suddenly approached the face that was close to him, and the cold breath hit his face.

Lan Xiang felt that his teeth were chattering.The room was dim and dark, like the night; the weird background sound from the ghost movie came from the TV, and there was the ear-piercing special effect sound of sharp nails scratching the wooden board... He couldn't help looking down at the nails of the faceless ghost, Long and red.

He swallowed hard.

"You... you are a painted skin ghost, how come... you also learned Sadako's supernatural ability and crawled out of the TV..."

The ghost face in front of him pulled, as if laughing.

Its voice was hoarse, as if it were just the vocal cords vibrating.

"Your face is .

Lan Xiang frightened: "I... If I lend it to you, wouldn't I lose face..."

His voice froze suddenly, because its bright red long nails were gently caressing his face, and the touch was icy cold.

Lan Xiang was trembling and did not dare to move. The picture of the Painted Skin Ghost tearing human skin with bare hands appeared in his mind just now.He shivered, and suddenly had a flash of inspiration:

"Well, if you want a face, how about...I draw one for you?"

After school, Feng Quan sneaked into the police station, and spent three hours searching for the drowned female body they had just found.The corpse was placed in the forensic examination room, and the fat and bloated corpse was no longer as beautiful as it was before life.

Feng Quan's distraction pierced through the wall and smeared the corpse's face.Then he sighed.

His guess was right.

It is indeed Painted Skin Ghost, this girl was borrowed by Painted Skin Ghost, and this life was used to nourish that face.That is to say, this drowned body has been changed beyond recognition, so it is difficult to see anything.

The souls of water ghosts who die suddenly do not disperse easily.Feng Quan turned to look at her appraisal report and found a word:

—— Linshanhe.

Footsteps came from outside, Feng Quan took out a piece of talisman paper, and the finger attached to the talisman ignited a blue flame, and then suddenly, his whole body was covered by the flame, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Only a smear of paper dust was left floating in the air, and then disappeared completely.

When he returned to the rental house that Lan Xiang helped rent, it was almost dark, and when he walked to the door, he suddenly frowned.

Lan Xiang said he would come, but there was a yin in the house.