After Marrying the Lord of the Underworld

Can the police car take Jing Xian away?

the answer is negative.

Based on Lu Yingjiu's understanding of Jing Xian, if he really got into a police car, he would probably happily tell him when he comes back that the police car looks pretty cool, why don't we both get one.

Lu Yingjiu couldn't help worrying, feeling that her journey to popularize the law to Jingxian was long and arduous.

Jing Xian hugged him all the way up to the second floor.

Zhang Chengzhou's office is not far away.The pale moonlight fell on the door, and the door was closed tightly, hiding many secrets.

Chen Xiaoling said in a low voice: "He has resigned from here for two or three years, why did the office suddenly appear?" She looked around, "Could it be that the ghost who wants to take revenge on the tourists has anything to do with Zhang Chengzhou?"

Lu Yingjiu shook her head lightly.

They approached step by step until they were standing at the door of the office. Lu Yingjiu put the handle on the doorknob. His fingertips felt a piece of metal chill. He took a deep breath and twisted hard——

Not twisted.

With a little more effort, the doorknob clicked, but it wouldn't open.

Jing Xian laughed behind him, bent down and leaned into his ear: "Do you want me to come?"

Lu Yingjiu: "..."

He didn't answer, and continued to twist the handle.

His strength is definitely not small.Among his many strange ghost exorcism experiences, even if he does not use talisman stickers to assist him, he can still knock down the strong man, carry the corpse up the mountain quickly without panting, and open the door violently to check the water meter... But this door lock is really weird. Can't move.

Jing Xian said again: "Should I come?"

Lu Yingjiu said, "Be quiet for a few seconds." After speaking, he patted a talisman on himself.

The talisman paper brought a steady stream of power, and his current power could even bend a doorknob.

But still can't move.

Chen Xiaoling poked her head and said, "This curator Zhang has done a great job of keeping secrets, the door is locked so tightly, I don't know if I thought he was hiding in a golden house."

The word "Golden House Cangjiao" obviously touched a certain nerve in Jing Xian.

Immediately, his attention was not in the museum, he didn't know where his fugue had gone, and he asked Lu Yingjiu, "Should we build the same small dark room in the future, and put my handcuffed sofa in it again..."

"No." Lu Yingjiu categorically vetoed, exerting force on his hands, a thin layer of sweat broke out on his forehead.

The doorknob was slightly deformed, but it still wouldn't turn.

Lu Yingjiu had no choice but to let go.In front of him, Jing Xian was always eager to express himself, so he put his hand on it, and the smooth muscle lines on his arms were tensed——

"Snapped!"

"Squeak--"

The whole door trembled under his strength, less than a second passed, and with a loud bang... the whole door was ripped off by Jing Xian and held in his hand.

Lu Yingjiu: "..."

Chen Xiaoling: "...?"

Both of them subconsciously looked at the wall.There is nothing behind that door, it is a solid wall, it was embedded in it just now, no wonder Lu Yingjiu couldn't open it no matter how much he twisted the handle.

"I'll go." Chen Xiaoling murmured, "It's the golden house that hides the beauty, and now there is no more golden house."

Jing Xian next to him was still holding the door, thanks to his strength, the thick door panel was like a piece of paper.

He studied it a bit and said, "It's not in the right place."

"What do you mean?" Lu Yingjiu asked.

Jingxian explained: "This is not the original location of the office, so there is nothing behind the door. If we find the original location, put the door back on the wall, and open it again to enter the correct room."

"So that's the case." Lu Yingjiu nodded, "I've never seen this kind of door before. But, Jing Xian, how did you know?"

Jing Xian said: "Oh, I have been curious about this thing for a while. There is a palace full of such doors. If you open the wrong door, you will be scalded to death by the magma behind the door. It's very interesting."

Lu Yingjiu: "...Why do you put this kind of thing at home? It's too hell."

He began to faintly worry about life after marriage.

——Because of the sofa displayed by Jingxian, and because of the broken door, the furniture of ghosts and ghosts is really not flattering.Now it seems that his stickman portrait may be the most normal thing.

He added: "You don't have mountains of knives, guillotines, and mass graves in your house, do you?"

Jing Xian was pleasantly surprised: "How do you know? She is indeed my wife."

Lu Yingjiu: "..."

He gave up thinking about his own safety in the future, sighed softly, and said, "If not, you can just take this door panel and let's go shopping around."

Jing Xian nodded.

He continued to hug Lu Yingjiu with one hand, and grabbed the door panel with one hand, and there was a hairball sitting on his shoulder.

Directly from a family of three to a family of three who are moving.

When they returned to the stairs, they just met the trembling man in white clothes coming up.

When the man saw them, he was stunned: "Why did you knock down the door?"

Chen Xiaoling didn't have a good look at this scum, and snorted softly: "You want to take care of it? It's enough for you to worry about yourself."

Bai Yi calmed down from his fear and apologized to them, "I shouldn't care, I shouldn't care, I'll just follow behind you and never talk again. I just want to get out of this museum."

For the next ten minutes, he really followed the three of them quietly.

Although quiet, he never let down his vigilance, and kept scanning his surroundings to find the exit.The few times he spoke, he was obsessive-compulsive, staring at the door in the corridor, and whispering, "That door doesn't seem to be locked...is the lock loose?"

Chen Xiaoling warned him: "Don't open the door indiscriminately, if there are moths behind you again, my sister will smash your head with my ten centimeter high heels."

Bai Yi smiled again.

Lu Yingjiu wanted to find the original location of the office, and walked through the upper and lower floors of the museum, but found nothing.

Until they came to the "data hall".

A lot of popular science is posted around the information hall, introducing the history of the museum, and headphones are provided for tourists to listen to the information.Lu Yingjiu shone the flashlight up and saw the heads of previous curators.

Until two years ago, all curators were members of the Zhang family.

His eyes stayed on Zhang Chengzhou's photo: the middle-aged man was more handsome than he imagined, and he still maintained a good figure in his 50s.He pursed his lower lip tightly, unable to see the slightest smile, and his eyes were as sharp as a knife.

Lu Yingjiu stared at him for a few seconds.

He had seen so many ghost exorcists, and he knew at a glance that Zhang Chengzhou was by no means an ordinary person, and he must have very high attainments in exorcism.

Then he looked away and said, "Let's go."

The reference hall is not big, and it will come to an end soon after turning the corner.

There are no earphones here, only film materials, and a projector stands alone in the middle.

The white clothes flinched.

He wanted to run away, but recalling Li Yuanhang's experience, he couldn't run away no matter what.He stopped abruptly and moved towards Lu Yingjiu.

Chen Xiaoling looked at the wall and said, "It's written here. The person in charge of the archives is called...Liang Qiufeng." She thought thoughtfully, "Before I came, I asked all the employees of the museum two years ago. If I didn't Remember correctly, Liang Qiufeng and Zhang Chengzhou are the two oldest employees, they must know each other. Moreover, Liang Qiufeng passed away three or four years ago."

In the photo, Liang Qiufeng is holding a projector and smiling slightly.

She frowned: "Projectors appear everywhere here. Could it be that Liang Qiufeng is that ghost?"

"It's very likely." Lu Yingjiu nodded and said, "He's an employee of the museum. If the scene of revenge is designed here, it's perfectly normal."

Hearing this, Bai Yi was stunned for a moment, staring at the photo and murmured: "That day, when our tour group came to the museum, he was the one who brought us in." He shivered and got goosebumps on his arms, "But he Already dead at that time, right? It was a dead man who brought us to the museum!"

He took half a step back, looked at Liang Qiufeng's terrified eyes, and said, "We, let's go quickly, since he has become a ghost, then even you will take revenge together!"

"Clap!"

As soon as his voice fell, the projector started to rotate.

A large line of characters appeared on the screen on the wall: [My name is A Fei]

【I am a thief, I believe there is no lock in the world that I cannot pick】

The man in white opened his eyes wide.

On the screen, he wandered the streets with his hands in his pockets, looking at the surrounding old houses.

Thieves will go to various people's houses to check out.His gang invented a special set of markers, which he marked on when he stepped on the spot to inform his accomplices about the family.

A Fei swayed around, avoiding the crowd, took out a black pen while no one was around, and drew a small sign on the wall.

Two triangles with one up and one down: [Single women]

He took a few more steps, and slowly marked the places he stepped on.

Rhombus: [uninhabited]

A fork: [good target]

Two vertical bars and a slash: [Only the elderly are at home]

Just finished marking like this, and then wait for the accomplices to come and start together.

The man continued walking down the street until his eyes fell on one of the houses.

The mark he just wrote is: [no one in the daytime]

It would probably be evening when his accomplice came over. The family's family was well off, and he had been envious for a long time.

According to the degree of caution of a thief, he should not act alone.

But this day, Ah Fei seemed to be fascinated by ghosts, and turned back to the front of the family alone. Seeing that there was no one on the left and right, he bent down to study the door lock.

Crescent shaped door lock.

The anti-theft lock cylinder is divided into three categories: AB and Super B.For example, the commonly circulated one-word lock cylinder and cross lock cylinder belong to A-level, and a seasoned thief can pry it open within 1 minute.The crescent-shaped or blade lock cylinder belongs to Class B and can be opened within 5 minutes.

A Fei suddenly felt itchy.

He had picked countless locks before, and his lockpicking skills were well-known in the Tao, and some people came here to learn from him.Later, when he was arrested once, he became a little more honest, so he went to step on the spot instead of practicing lockpicking.

He looked around again, and quickly took out the lockpicking tool. The metal collided with his hand and made a slight sound, and the lock cylinder slowly turned and pried.

"Click!"

With this sound, the lock opened.

He opened the door and entered quickly and carefully.Sure enough, as he expected, the living room was luxuriously decorated, and a few packs of expensive cigarettes were placed on the coffee table.

He stuffed valuables into his bag as he walked.

The hostess of this house often wears gold and silver, so there must be a lot of valuable things in the jewelry box.Eager to search, he hurried to the master bedroom.

Pushing open the door, there was half a small scented candle burning in the room. They probably forgot to blow it out before leaving, and the light fragrance permeated the room.He rummaged through the boxes and cabinets in the bedroom and found the jewelry box. The necklaces, bracelets, and earrings inside were shining with golden light, shining intoxicatingly.

Ah Fei swallowed, grabbed the jewelry and put it in the bag.

After grabbing the jewelry, he squatted down and searched the bottom drawer again.

His hands and feet are fast, but he still squatted for six or seven minutes before finishing packing.When he stood up, his eyes suddenly went black.

Hypoglycemia again.

Ah Fei supported the wall for a while, and ate a piece of chocolate that he brought with him, and then he felt better.

When his vision became clear, he was looking at the person under the bed.

——At this moment, his hair stood on end.

It was the people under the bed who were more afraid than him.The little boy heard him coming in, hid under the bed early, and kept watching his movements.

At this moment, the two looked at each other, and he let out a scream!

The walls of this place are not well insulated from sound, Ah Fei knows that.He must be able to hear him calling neighbors like this!

Moreover, this time he came in impromptu, without covering his face at all!

"Don't bark!" Ah Fei yelled in a low voice, "Shut up!"

The boy screamed and shrank under the bed.

A Fei was also panicked.He had a controlled knife on him, but in essence he was just a thief, cowardly, he didn't dare to really threaten people with a knife, let alone do things like murder and silence.

Just kidding, burglary and murder are not at the same level!He is not looking for death!

So A Fei made the most sensible decision: run away.

Little did he know that in his panic, he overturned the scented candle in his backpack, and at this time the tongue of fire licked the tablecloth and curtains.

He ran all the way to the door and slammed the door shut.

Then he realized belatedly: the house seemed to smell a little burnt.

Is there a fire?

He twitched his nose and smelled it, and his keen sense of smell made him realize that something was really burning!

He didn't have time to worry about it so much, and after running dozens of steps, he realized belatedly: The child is still in the house, should he go back and save him, or call the police directly?

But if he called the police, and the child saw his face again, wouldn't he send himself to the police?

As for going back to save people...

Ah Fei slowed down.

He stood there for two or three minutes at the corner of the street where there was no one there.

He thought to himself, the fire is not too big, so the kid should be able to escape by himself, right?If not...

A great, cold malice enveloped him.

If not, wouldn't it be better?He thought, it wasn't that he set the fire on purpose, and it wasn't that he lit the candle and it didn't go out, it was a complete accident.

So he didn't do anything, and quickly disappeared into the alley, hiding in the crowd in the distance.

The projector turns.

The picture finally stayed on a boy with burns all over his body.

The walls of the hospital were white, and his parents wept beside him, but they were still powerless.

The screen turns again.

The sea of ​​flames was red, but the background was not that family's home.

The house is on fire!

Ah Fei opened his eyes wide: "This, isn't this where we live! Wait, wait..."

His headache was splitting, and the pain from the fire was still dancing on his nerves.

"I, that homestay..." he murmured, "Aren't we already dead, burned to death? Just like that kid..."

He kept shaking his head to deny this fact, but to no avail.

After realizing his own death, it was a complete breakdown.He lost all reason, screamed and ran out of the exhibition hall!

However, the flames rekindled under his feet, swept through his body, and consumed him with blazing heat.

He kept struggling, shouting, and beating his body in an attempt to extinguish the flames.But the flame was full of resentment and completely drowned him.

When the scorching heat subsided, only a cloud of fly ash remained on the ground.

There was silence in the reference hall, and there was a smell similar to barbecue.

The projector does not move.

"Uh," Chen Xiaoling said while holding his forehead, "Xiao Lu, it's really exciting to go out with you to exorcise ghosts. Today I watched all the death methods I haven't seen before, and I'm afraid I'm going to have a nightmare tonight. "

Lu Yingjiu didn't answer.

Chen Xiaoling looked over and saw Lu Yingjiu staring at Liang Qiufeng's photo intently.

Just now, Liang Qiufeng was still smiling faintly.

Now his smile was almost reaching his ears, and he looked at the three of them straight in his eyes, which was extremely terrifying.Before Chen Xiaoling could speak, she heard the sound of water dripping.

"Tick, tick."

"Tick, tick."

She took a closer look, and it turned out to be water droplets dripping from the photo.The water droplets are all colored, like the colors in the photos are slowly melting.

The wind swept over the photos.

Chen Xiaoling only felt a blur in front of her eyes, and when she looked carefully, there was no one in the photo!

Liang Qiufeng is gone!

She subconsciously stepped back half a step, and a roar exploded in her ear.

The roar was between human beings and wild beasts, full of resentment and rage, a thin figure lay on the ground, and flew towards Lu Yingjiu with all hands and feet!

Just as Lu Yingjiu was about to throw out the talisman paper, Jing Xian beside him suddenly moved.

He raised the door he had been holding on to, turned sideways in a posture similar to that of a baseball player, and rotated the door——

"Snapped!"

Liang Qiufeng was sent flying backwards, smashing four or five walls, and smoke and dust billowed up.If he is a normal person, he will be a paraplegic for a lifetime if he does not die.

Lu Yingjiu: "..."

Lu Yingjiu raised her head and said to Jing Xian, "I didn't give you the hairballs to use you as a trash can. I didn't let you hold the door, but I didn't want you to use it as a baseball bat."

"Okay, okay." Jingxian perfunctory him, "Next time."

After speaking, he continued to hold the door panel with one hand, the Mao Tuanzi on his shoulder, and Lu Yingjiu with his right hand.

As the smoke and dust gradually subsided, Liang Qiufeng stood up slowly, staggering, and all kinds of fractures and fractures on his body were repaired at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Wait a little longer, and he can move freely again.

Jing Xian released his right hand and snapped his fingers.

"Ouch!" Liang Qiufeng vomited suddenly.

He bent down and retched continuously, as if a hard bone was stuck in his throat.After retching four or five times, he fell silent.

To be precise, he couldn't make a sound.

A shriveled ghost hand protruded from his throat, blocked his trachea, and grabbed his head with his backhand, making the bones crack and crack, making people numb.Afterwards, more ghost hands emerged from his body, scrambling one after another, as if a plant had received sufficient nutrients and continued to grow.

Throat, ears, chest cavity...

They danced and tore him apart.

The tattered limbs turned into a dense black mist, dissipated in the museum, and died beyond death.

Chen Xiaoling was startled by Xiao Xiao.

Jing Xian asked Lu Yingjiu for credit with a face full of praise: "How is it? Look, I'll listen to you more."

Lu Yingjiu said: "...You should use the door panels next time."

Looking up again, he narrowed his eyes slightly: "I seem to know where Zhang Chengzhou's office is."