Third watch

"I heard that rich people keep a lot of big dogs." Wang Xiaoming glanced around: "Does Lu Banmen teach how to tame animals? Shall we buy some ham sausage or something?"

Zhong Yi walked in front of him with his hands in his trouser pockets. Hearing what he said, he turned his head and gave him a disdainful glance: "We're not here to rob houses. What kind of dog are we afraid of?"

Wang Xiaoming jogged to keep up with him: "Are you planning for a rainy day?"

"Although it's not a robbery, I don't think it's a legitimate behavior." Wang Xiaoming muttered.

Zhong Yi didn't bother to talk to him: "We just came for a walk."

A walk across most of the city?Wang Xiaoming snorted.

City S is developing rapidly this year, and many developers have turned their attention to outside the customs. Many high-end residential areas are not prosperous now. Although it is rush hour, there are not many people on the road.

Wang Xiaoming was also worried that this kind of high-end community would conduct strict checks on people entering and leaving. Unexpectedly, Zhong Yi walked over with an arrogant face and didn't even stop him.

He hurriedly imitated Zhong Yi, pretending to wander in with his nostrils upturned, and it went smoothly.

"Are rich people so careless?" Wang Xiaoming looked back guiltily.

Zhong Yi motioned him to look around.

This community is all detached villas, with sparse flowers and trees. There are monitors in front of each house and on the wall, and there are cameras under the street lights.

"The interrogation will only be done when the car enters and exits." Zhong Yi said: "There are still villas in the community that are under construction, and the people entering and exiting in the near future will not be too simple."

"Do you know how to find the Lin family?" Zhong Yi asked.

Wang Xiaoming looked around.

"Take your time," he said.

"How to find it?" Zhong Yi glared at him: "Do you know how big this community is?"

Wang Xiaoming was actually not very sure, but he felt intuitively that as long as the Lin family was really haunted, traces would definitely be left around.

Zhong Yi watched Wang Xiaoming strolling around, looking around as he walked, and even knelt down to touch the pile of dead leaves on the side of the road.

When he stopped at the third intersection and squatted down to touch the ground, Zhong Yi immediately saw a faint mark on the ground.

"This is..." Wang Xiaoming said.

"Traces of fire." Zhong Yi raised the corner of his mouth.

Wang Xiaoming also grinned.

There is a folk saying that the crossroads lead in all directions, and burning paper money to relatives underground at the intersection can make relatives receive it faster.

The current ground is usually cement floor, even if the brazier is not used, it usually does not leave obvious marks.

Now this mark is obviously left by something burnt.

Such a community will not burn garbage in it, so there will be no better explanation than burning paper money.

And it can be burned to the point of leaving scorch marks, which means that either it was burned for a long time last time, or this behavior has been going on for a while.

Wang Xiaoming took out his notebook, followed Zhong Yi around almost the entire neighborhood, and drew a simple route based on the traces at the intersection.

In this way, it is clear at a glance.

Wang Xiaoming marked both ends of the route and circled the houses around these two points.

Zhong Yi took a look.

"We came in through the north gate." He pointed to one of the points: "There is a kindergarten over here."

"That's this." Wang Xiaoming drew a big circle on another point.

As they wandered around, it was already dark and the street lights were on.

Like friends taking a walk after dinner, Wang Xiaoming and Zhong Yi came to a house with bamboo outside the yard as if nothing had happened.

It happened that this family was facing a small garden in this community, and the two of them sat and chatted under the street lamp.

It was almost eight o'clock before a car drove over.

But the car didn't stop at all, and drove directly into the underground garage.

Wang Xiaoming looked at the other side's closed door, and poked Zhong Yi: "Seriously guarded."

"If you really want to get married tomorrow, then there must be a ceremony tonight." Zhong Yi said.

"It might be tomorrow night." Wang Xiaoming shook his head.

"Most of the wedding banquet tomorrow afternoon is for the living, and what we really want to do should be at night." Wang Xiaoming said, "But I can't figure it out. They asked He Wenna to marry their dead child. What will happen after the ceremony is over? Could it be that killing He Wenna and letting her go down to accompany that kid?"

Zhong Yi said: "Not necessarily. They are restricting He Wenna's actions now, maybe they just want to complete the ceremony."

"According to what you said, they can let He Wenna go after they get married?" Wang Xiaoming said, "Or keep He Wenna as their daughter-in-law? Can He Wenna be willing?"

"Most likely not." Zhong Yi said, "It is also possible to let He Wenna go after getting married."

After all, yin marriage is different from yang marriage, and in most cases it is just a ceremony.

But even if it's just a ritual, it's enough to shock people when placed on an unwilling living person.

"Actually, other than it looks a little sensational and scary, I don't think the Lin family will kill people for the sake of a yin marriage." Zhong Yi said: "With the Lin family's wealth, they can even use money to find a woman who is willing to be a nominal husband and wife with a dead person—very Hard to find, but not necessarily unavailable."

"If He Wenna is like this, we don't have to rush." ​​Wang Xiaoming said: "The problem is that the child of the Lin family may be causing trouble."

"That's right." Zhong Yi said in a deep voice: "If it's just a comfort ceremony performed by relatives to comfort the dead, it's mostly a psychological effect. But if the other party [exists], it's a different matter. "

Symbolically marrying a dead person is completely different from marrying an evil spirit.

At this moment, the door of Lin's house opened.

A man and a middle-aged woman came out carrying things, and when they closed the door, they glanced at Zhong Yi and Wang Xiaoming.

Zhong Yi stretched out his hand to rub Wang Xiaoming's head: "I really can't do anything about you, and I don't even comb my hair well before going out."

Wang Xiaoming: "?"

Zhong Yi: "Come here, why do I feel like your collar is stuffed into your clothes?"

Wang Xiaoming: "?!"

Before he could resist, Zhong Yi stretched out his hand, which was a little cold from the wind, to Wang Xiaoming's neck.

Wang Xiaoming almost jumped up.

Zhong Yi said softly, "That's all right."

The woman withdrew her gaze, and softly asked the man beside her to put the bag away.

Wang Xiaoming got goosebumps all over from Zhong Yi's voice, and pulled out his hand, and the two followed the two Lin family members from a distance in tacit understanding.

Sure enough, as Zhong Yi expected, the two stopped at the intersection and began to burn incense and paper money.

Zhong Yi and Wang Xiaoming stood at the corner watching, and then checked the time.

"It's not even eight o'clock." Zhong Yi said.

"Did you notice anything when you saw the Lin family just now?" Zhong Yi asked Wang Xiaoming.

Wang Xiaoming thought for a while: "It's a bit gloomy."

Zhong Yi nodded: "It means that this family has a funeral recently."

Although Wang Xiaoming is not a beginner, but his talent and blood are there, and his eyes can see more things than ordinary people.

"But the child of the Lin family died years ago, how can it be considered recent?" Wang Xiaoming frowned.

"This means that the depression has never dissipated." Zhong Yi said: "Usually there is no depression in happiness or mourning, only unforeseen disasters and premature deaths. Generally speaking, the shortest is half a month, and the longest is two months. It will dissipate and there will be no lingering It's been so long."

"Nine times out of ten, the Lin family boy has never left." Wang Xiaoming said.

Zhong Yi said: "If he doesn't leave, we should go."

Wang Xiaoming: "Gah?"

"What else do you want to do?" Zhong Yi glanced at him.

"I thought we were going to sneak in to save people or catch ghosts." Wang Xiaoming was a little embarrassed: "Look at the black T-shirt I'm still wearing."

Ancient people used night clothes to move at night, and Wang Xiaoming thought about wearing at least black.

Zhong Yi looked at him a little speechlessly.

Wang Xiaoming has a physique of dying from light, he doesn't like to exercise and bask in the sun, and he is as white as a girl. This time, he looks even whiter when he puts on a black T-shirt, and he is a shining target.

"Are you sure He Wenna is inside?" Zhong Yi said: "If they put He Wenna here, and there are ghosts here, would the girl be willing? She was so scared that she went crazy."

"Go in and have a look and you'll know?" Wang Xiaoming said.

"What about after going in?" Zhong Yi disagreed: "Even if He Wenna is indeed here, and we did get her out, there is no guarantee that this matter will end like this."

"Then why are we here tonight?" Wang Xiaoming said.

"Come to confirm." Zhong Yi said, poking his head out.

"Confirm what?" Wang Xiaoming imitated him and poked his head out.

The Lin family has already left, and it is estimated that they will reach the next intersection.

"Just confirm that what we are fighting is not a human, but a ghost." Zhong Yi said lightly.