[comprehensive] superior skills

Underground secret room.

The turbulent blood water hit the glass bottle again and again, and the baby corpse soaked in it slowly stretched its body, raised its neck and tried to break open the closed bottle mouth, and its seemingly weak and boneless arms kept hitting the inner wall.

"Puff puff……"

Looking at the strange scene in front of her, Song Ci finally understood where the sound of the drum beating her heart came from. She didn't want to think about the origin of this baby corpse anymore, so she could only think of a way to rescue Huang Yaozu from the state of leaving his soul .

Relying on the strength of his own soul, Song Ciying waved his hand at the white eyes without pupils of the baby corpse and threw a powder, knocking down the man who was trying to smash the glass bottle.

She couldn't care less about controlling the dose of the powder due to time constraints. Fortunately, Huang Yaozu's body collapsed the moment it touched the powder, and hit the wet ground heavily.

As he fell, the muscles in his arms that had lost traction were also unable to exert strength, and the hands that were holding the bottle body fell along the smooth surface of the glass bottle.

Without looking at Huang Yaozu who was lying on the mud floor, Song Ciji stepped forward and restored the wooden box that had been covering the bottle to its original position, blocking those white eyes that were gloomy and cold.

When she touched the main body of the box, she discovered that there were densely packed strange characters hidden in the bloodstains of different shades on the surface. When they were buckled together with the base, they just connected to form a complete rune, which should be specially used to restrain glass. The ghost in the bottle.

Thinking of the badly worn futon on the ground, Song Ci immediately understood what the god the owner of the room was worshiping all day long.

"Tang Jingde is a bastard, no wonder he has earned so much money, and he is like others raising little ghosts!"

A person would rather take the risk of backlash to keep these evil things with a cursed meaning in captivity, which can only show that there is an even more unknown deep fear hidden in his heart, and this fear is even far beyond what can be manifested at any time. crisis.

"What makes you so scared? Haven't you been able to forget Ah Kun's tragic death?"

Lifting his foot to kick the futon overturned by the man back to its original position, Song Ci summoned the airship and transformed it into the size of a skateboard, barely piled on top of the boss who didn't know when he would wake up.

She was about to leave the secret room with the skateboard hovering at the height of half a person, but she heard heavy footsteps from the half-closed door.

"Squeak...", the pair of footprints landed on the iron ladder, causing the pedals to make an unbearable muffled sound, and after a few metallic noises, they fell heavily on the mud floor.

"Could it be that Tang Jingde is back?" Song Ci immediately looked at the watch, and the hands were already close to three o'clock in the morning.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, seeing that there was nowhere to hide, she could only hastily piled the men at the door, turned around and used the futon to clean up the traces on the ground, and put on the cloak the moment the airship was retracted.

The moment the door was pushed open, Song Ci only had time to wrap his cloak around the half-kneeling Huang Yaozu and hide in the corner of the wall diagonally facing the altar.

As people entered the room, a strange body odor gradually spread in the room. Compared with the smell of salted fish in Huang Yaozu's mouth, this smell like rotten meat marinated with spices made people's brains swell.

The man behind him gasped heavily, then knelt down on the futon with great effort, his voice was still trembling as he muttered to himself, "It's a good thing it's too late, it's a good thing it's too late..."

After a while of silence, the strange smell just now was mixed with a strong smell of blood.

Unable to bear his curiosity, Song Ci secretly looked out through the gap between the hood and the wall, and in his narrow vision, he saw a fat body squeezed on the small cushion, prostrating and kneeling before the god in a five-body posture. In front of the altar, the hands clasped tightly on top of the head kept dripping blood from the small bowl leading downward.

The bowl was old for an unknown number of years, and even the mottled cracks were stained with blood, but it was as solid as new.

The fat man struggled to get up when the blood in the small bowl was full, carefully held the small bowl to the top of the red box and tilted it slightly, a fountain of blood splashed down the lines on the surface of the box, but Not even a bit of blood was wasted.

It's as if what a man waters is not a hard wooden box, but a bottomless pit that never feels full.

The man who looks rich and looks like a smiling Buddha is kind-hearted and kind-eyed, his eyes are locked on the more colorful runes, "Drink, drink, you can help me when you are full..."

Song Ci, who was hiding in the dark, really wanted to hear him continue, so that he might be able to learn the deepest secret in Tang Jingde's heart without any effort, but the man stopped as soon as he said this, and stared at the unresponsive Hong Kong wholeheartedly. box.

After pouring the bloody water, the man put the small bowl upside down in front of the incense burner, bent down and pulled out a copper basin from under the altar to burn the ingot candle.

It was indescribably weird that the red light of the fire reflected on the man's expressionless face. All kinds of smells and soot flowed together in the poorly ventilated room, which was an unbearable torture for ordinary people.

Just when Song Ci could not bear to hypnotize the outsider who was suspected to be Tang Jingde, the man who had been silent all this time suddenly laughed strangely twice.

"Another year passed, another year earned."

His voice was extremely low, as if he was afraid of being heard, but there was a trace of excitement hidden in his anxiety, "You are a ghost, and I am a ghost, what are you afraid of? If I can kill you once, I can kill you a second time! "

"Hey hey hey hey hey..." He looked at the red box above his head with a silly smile, "You will help me, right? Help me..."

"Puff puff……"

The dull sound appeared in the air again, and the man with wide-eyed eyes rolled and scrambled towards the altar, kicking over the unburned brazier while staggering.

"What do you want to say, what do you want? Say it! As long as you are willing to say it, I will give it all to you!!!" The man roared and hugged the box tightly, and put his ear to the mysterious lines fed by his own blood.

Not knowing exactly what sound came out of the box, Song Ci only saw the man suddenly turn his blood-stained half face and locked on the direction where he and Huang Yaozu were hiding.

"Is it you? Is it you?! Come out, I'm not afraid of you!"

The hideous face that looked like a half grimace was getting closer and closer, Song Ci raised the powerful anesthesia\drunk\gun he had prepared in his hand and shot him on the calf, the menacing man only had time to glance at the uncomfortable part of his leg before He rolled his eyes and fell to the ground.

"Thank you old beauty!"

Song Ci, who was sweating profusely, opened the closed door and tried to breathe in the fresh air, "I almost didn't get smoked to death in the room."

She took the time to look at the boss who still had his eyes tightly closed, and saw that his face was flushed and it was obvious that he was in a state of oxygen deficiency, so she had to drag him to the door and put him away.

After recovering his breath, Song Ci went to the suspected suspect and found a wallet from him, and found a driver's license signed by Tang Jingde.

"Some people are really more deceiving than ghosts."

Squatting beside Tang Jingde, Song Ci fiddled with his cheeks with a wallet and looked left and right, "People are afraid of ghosts because they are evil-looking, so what about a gentle villain like you who has no engraving on his face? What about defense?"

"It's hard to live with suspicion for more than 30 years. Don't worry, your pain will end soon."

Song Ci was not afraid that he would notice the clues when he woke up, because the anesthetic in Tang Jingde's body would not leave any traces, and would also make the victim lose a previous memory as if he had been injected with veritaserum.

"And you, kid."

She tapped the wooden box twice with her small sword, "I don't know how you appeared in the Tang family, but I think it will not be such a good memory. You deliberately confused that man just now to break free from the prison Well, it’s not a long-term solution to raise ghosts with blood to be controlled by others. So let’s just discuss it, don’t cause trouble for me, how about I help you get buried when the bastard surnamed Tang goes to hell?”

Although disgusted by Tang's scum's dirty blood, Song Ci stepped forward a little and listened to the response inside.

The still glass bottle suddenly shook violently, making eager collision sounds.

"Okay, I understand what you mean, but it's a little late to talk about you in terms of old and new hatred. There is also a mother and son who have waited for 30 years and haven't been in line."

After comforting the ghost baby in the bottle again, he moved Huang Yaozu, who had slept in the exciting content, to the airship and transported him out of the house along the way he came. Song Ci took advantage of the early morning hours when there was no supervision and drove back to Jiajia Mansion with people and cars.

She originally wanted to send the man back to the sundries department, but she was afraid that Huang Yaozu would starve to death due to the heavy drug she had administered, so she could only offer some food to ask Kuang Fusheng, who was also a nocturnal animal, to help transport the heavy man back to the top floor.

Because there was no guest room in the house, Song Ci built a single bed in the corner of the living room as a shelter for the temporary tenant. Anyway, it is not afraid of freezing in summer.

As usual, she took a hot bath with grapefruit leaves to get rid of the bad luck. The little girl who didn't even eat breakfast lay on the bed and took a long sleep. By the time she woke up naturally, it was already the afternoon of the next day.

Huang Yaozu, who was in the corner of the living room, was still lying down, but the phone in his pocket rang a few times.

Song Ci took it out and took a look, seeing the word "Chief" clearly marked on it, he simply threw it aside.She doesn't point to eating royal meals, so she can't make the mistake of actively seeking abuse.

Now that the original culprit has been found, the only thing left to do is to arrange an appropriate time to make Tang Jingde's death more reasonable.

At least Song Ci didn't dare to inform the mother and son before they were ready for the follow-up action. In case they were eager for revenge and caused a big scene, the Miscellaneous Affairs Department would be dispatched to clean up the mess in the end.

She didn't want to stand against the poor couple, so she could only rehearse this revenge drama in advance.

"And you, don't jump out and say that you will hand over the scum of Tang Dynasty to the police. Once the evidence is insufficient and the case cannot be filed, I'm afraid that the mother and son will eat you alive after they find out!"

During the rare leisure time, Song Ci fed cooked fruit oatmeal to Huang Yaozu's mouth while watching TV, "Don't expect me to wipe your body for you, wake up quickly if you don't want to get smelly and be thrown out by me."

Perhaps it was her Yanling physique that played a role. On the fourth night, Song Ci, who was soundly asleep, was suddenly awakened by the sound of running water.

When she walked into the living room and took a look, she realized that the person who was supposed to be lying on the single bed came out of the bathroom wearing a bathrobe that didn't fit well.

"Sorry, I borrowed your bathroom temporarily." Huang Yaozu wiped his hair and said, "Why did I sleep for so long?"

When he just woke up, he was in a daze, and it took him a long time to realize that the dark room in front of him was a place he had been to before.

As for what happened that night at Tang's house, he only remembered that he went to a basement, and he had no clear memory after that.

"You are possessed by a ghost!"

Song Ci unhappily recounted his experience after he was fascinated, "I told you not to touch anything, but you didn't listen. If I wasn't there, you would have become the skin of a ghost by now!"

"Isn't it? Huang Jiamin, don't let me fool people without remembering, okay?"

Huang Yaozu didn't go out at all, went to the refrigerator and came back with a bag full of food, "I'm so hungry, did you intentionally abuse me while I was unconscious? Why did I wake up so hungry that I smelled so bad?"

"Hey, do you have a little conscience, I should have thrown you back to the Miscellaneous Department!" After being quarreled, Song Ci could only turn on the TV to watch the late-night TV, and happened to meet the Linghuan Theater.

"Still watching these, isn't it annoying enough to have normal contact?" Huang Yaozu worked hard, occasionally raising his eyes to look at the TV.

"Do you still expect me to go to adult theater as a child?"

Song Ci threw down the remote control and asked the man who was still eating, "Have you thought about how to deal with Tang Jingde's problem?"

"Report as usual, and then hand it over to the Serious Crime Squad." Huang Yaozu took a sip of coffee and said.

"I knew it."

Song Ci really didn't know what to say, "What evidence do you think these police officers can find in the case of more than 30 years? Could it be that ghosts can be used to testify? Not to mention that the court will not be trusted, Tang Jingde alone is considered an extremely dangerous person .He raises a brat! Who knows what he will do in the end?"

"Then what do you think we should do? Hand over people to ghosts for trial?" Huang Yaozu's expression also became serious, "The Miscellaneous Items Division is responsible for catching ghosts, and its purpose is to protect human beings from ghosts."

"It's been said to protect human beings, not to let you protect scum!" Song Ci argued rationally: "What good is it for society if such people go unpunished? If one day in the future, this kind of scum is everywhere, I would rather just Deal with ghosts!"

"I can't be the master." Huang Yaozu finally shook his head.

"Since you can't make the decision, why not let God decide!"

Song Ci found a coin from the drawer, and said decisively: "If it is a human head after landing, then let Tang Jingde experience the feeling of being entangled in debts and vengeful ghosts!"

After she finished speaking, she tossed the coin in her hand into the air, and watched the bright color fall rapidly and spin a beautiful halo.

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