Hit ghost

"Early this morning, a reporter from our station interviewed a certain taxi driver. He claimed to have lost consciousness in the early hours of last night and teleported to the downstairs of the hotel near Furong Street. Does this mean that the mysterious power rumored on Furong Street is at work? Tan Jiang Daily Reporting for you..."

Ji Duan was bare-chested, and it was cool in the dog-day morning, but he slept under the quilt all night, and a thin layer of sweat inevitably broke out on his body. He turned over and saw Xie Jin sitting in front of the computer and reading the morning daily newspaper, but the more The more you listen to this content, the more familiar it is.

"...Is this the driver from last night?" Ji Duan leaned on the back of the chair with one hand, looking at the mosaic face on the screen, "If I don't know his address, I will send him downstairs , I was probably really scared that my brother would actually go to the media."

But judging from the content of the report, the taxi driver probably doesn't remember what happened last night. He just added details about seeing the ghost boy, and didn't mention anything about Xie Jin and his party at all.

"Where is Wen Liangren?" Ji Duan was idle and bored, so he stood behind Xie Jin and fiddled with the man's sleepy hair, "Didn't you say that you would go to Doufuzhang's house during the day?"

"He's going down to buy breakfast, and he'll probably be back soon." Xie Jin's attention was all on the morning daily, so he automatically ignored Ji Duan's little tricks of playing with his hair, "Is it really all right? After all, the master saw the ghost boy, Ordinary people are prone to bad luck when they bump into ghosts, right?"

The sound of the door opening interrupted his worries, the faded wooden door was pushed open, and Wen Liang walked in carelessly carrying a bag of deep-fried dough sticks and soybean milk: "Don't worry, it's all right."

Wen Liang put the breakfast on the table, and took the lead in picking the biggest fritters and stuffed them into his mouth to chew, "Beating ghosts is not in line with the mainstream core values ​​of the public. Let it go. As for the bad luck, the ghost boy is dead, so there are no ghosts that can make him continue to be unlucky."

Ji Duan, who was unpacking the plastic bag, glanced at Wen Liang inadvertently, and suddenly found that the guy who stayed on the sofa all day seemed to have suddenly become sharper.

The silver-gray braids that always hung on the shoulders were combed into a bun, and the loose green priestly robes that were usually loose seemed to have been ironed, without a single wrinkle.

If we ignore Wen Liang's lackluster look at this moment, he really looks like he has changed from a cheating magic stick to a cold-tempered monk.

"It's rare for you to tidy up so neatly today." Ji Duan folded the soy milk into a bowl, watched Xie Jin slowly start to eat, and then he picked up a deep-fried dough stick and ate it.

"No matter what, I'm going to meet clients, and the boss of Tofu Zhang seems to be very knowledgeable." Wen Liang took a sip of soy milk, squinted his eyes to observe the subtle magnetic field between the two people opposite him, "Of course I have to behave professionally. "

Nearly nine o'clock in the morning, they met Boss Tofu Zhang in front of Tofu Zhang's community. The man looked ordinary, and he was a popular face that could not be found in the crowd. Unlike the first time they met, Wen Liang saw Boss Zhang's chin The random growth of stubble on his face means that he must have had a bad day in the past few days.

"Boss Zhang, we meet again." After a brief greeting, Wen Liang asked again, "Is the lady boss okay, when I saw her last time, she seemed to be in a bad state?"

"My wife is already at home, accompanied by her son... She has been crying for the past few days. I can't continue to take her in the store. Mr. Wen, do you have any news?"

Boss Zhang had two big dark circles under his eyes. The couple must have been so worried that they couldn’t sleep or eat at night recently. With a bitter face, he asked tentatively: "My little daughter was kidnapped, is she still alive? "

"If you hurry up." Wen Liang lowered his head and began to take out his bag. He took out a glass container and waved it in front of Boss Zhang, "I need your fresh blood, and one of your children's favorite things on weekdays, what? Anything is fine, toys, clothes, whatever."

Looking at the simple and rough tools in Wen Liang's hands, especially the silver embroidery needle, Boss Zhang hesitated, "It's okay to give you blood, but do you want it here? And my daughter's things..."

"The sooner you give it to me, the more likely you are to find it as soon as possible." Wen Liang put on a standard professional smile. His squinted smile looks amiable, but there is an invisible sense of oppression, "It's up to you."

Boss Zhang's eyebrows twisted a little closer, as if he was fighting a war between heaven and man in his heart, and after a while he gave an answer: "...well, you can come home with me, but the premise is not to surprise my wife, She's...not in a good state of mind recently."

He took Wen Liang and the three of them through the streets that were just a little bustling, shuttled a few times in the old alleys, and then entered an old residential area that has been around for a long time.

Ji Duan walked at the end. He watched the structure of the community. This place was definitely comparable to Xie Jin's family in terms of age. The buildings with red brick walls were torn off, and the corners of the rusted iron railings were obviously built illegally. The place where Boss Zhang brought them was surrounded by buildings, and there was only one narrow exit for people to enter and exit.

He looked at the road when he came back, jotted down the outline, and a simple diagram of a house appeared in his mind.

Even though he knows very little about Feng Shui, Ji Duan still sees that this house is somewhat weird. The surrounding roads sandwich the house to form a "well" character, and people live in it. This should be called a well in Feng Shui Death.

Xie Jin saw that something was wrong with him, first cautiously looked forward, and found that Boss Zhang was still immersed in grief, Xie Jin asked in a low voice: "Ji Duan, what's wrong with you?"

"There seems to be a problem with Feng Shui in this house." Ji Duan withdrew his gaze and stared at the back of Wen Liang's head, "Wen Liang couldn't have noticed it. He probably thought there was a problem with Feng Shui, so he wanted to go to Boss Zhang's house to have a look."

Ji Duan followed the year after, and he knew that he was unknowingly influenced by Wen Daochang. This kind of feng shui knowledge of dying in the well was also seen in the ancient books in Wen Liang's bag.

"Is there a problem with Feng Shui?" Xie Jin also recalled the layout of the building carefully, "There are roads on all sides, and death in the well? Is this related to the disappearance of Boss Zhang's child?"

The voices of the two were extremely low. In order to avoid the suspicion of the boss Zhang in front, Xie Jin even poked his neck and pretended to look around.

"I don't know, I guess Wen Liang has a plan, you walk normally, I'll be closer to you." Ji Duan said that his left hand had already put Xie Jin's shoulder, and he moved to the man's ear, talking about his deduction.

"That guy probably wants to go to Boss Zhang's house. You can also feel it in their conversation just now. Boss Zhang doesn't seem to want to meet us at home."

Xie Jin couldn't react for a while, he stared straight ahead, and asked a little stiffly: "Then maybe it's just that you don't want outsiders to enter the house?"

"Of course that possibility can't be ruled out. Now I'm also very curious about what kind of situation Wen Liang insisted on following into the house to see that woman."

Boss Zhang's home was on the innermost floor, and the three of them followed him up the narrow stairs. The wind blew through the half-open corridor, and Xie Jin couldn't help but glance in the direction the wind was blowing.

The dry bamboo leaves fluttered in the wind, and there was a soft "rustling" sound when they were placed on the rusted railings. He shuddered for no reason. Planting such extremely negative plants near residential buildings is really not afraid of causing any uncleanness something.

"Here we are, I live on the fourth floor." Boss Zhang took off a bunch of keys from his trouser waist, and after a moment of hesitation, he slowly turned the keys to the keyhole.

Because it was summer, his house only closed such an old-fashioned anti-theft iron door, and the wooden door inside was wide open, so that the flowing wind could enter the house to make it cooler.

Just as the anti-theft door was opened, the three of them stopped at the same time, and a woman's cry came from the room, the voice was resentful and full of self-blame.

Boss Zhang, who was walking in the front, was not surprised. He sighed and explained: "This is why I don't want others to come to the house. The loss of the child made my wife a little mentally disturbed. I was looking for it." My child, the business in the store can't be done, I don't want others to see the embarrassment of my family."

He pushed open the closed door of the bedroom, and a woman hugged the puppet tightly in her arms, muttering something in her mouth, and there was a little boy in his teens beside her, who yelled when he saw Boss Zhang.

"Dad, are you back?" The boy seemed to be developing his voice, his voice was deep, but his eyes were still immature. He raised his legs that were as thin as hemp sticks and ran towards his father, "Today my sister..."

When his hopeful eyes came into contact with his father's exhausted ashen face, the color suddenly dimmed. The boy stopped his voice, and stood obediently at the door of the bedroom with his head lowered, "...Dad, who are they?"

"It's the Taoist priest invited by Dad to find my sister." Boss Zhang nodded apologetically to Wen Liang, and walked into the room by himself, "Did your mother eat well today?"

However, the food on the small table on the bed already explained everything. Boss Zhang covered his face with his hands and sighed deeply, then put away the spoiled food.

After finishing all this, he brought his son to the living room, Wen Liang didn't notice at all, he sat down very naturally on this almost messy sofa with no place to sit, holding a pair of framed photos in his hand to look at.

"Mr. Wen, this is my eldest son Zhang Chi. His mother has not been in a good mood recently, plus... so he took care of his mother on my behalf."

Boss Zhang pushed his half-eldest son forward. The boy was quite discerning. He forced a smile on his young face, and said hello to Wen Liang and Ji Duan respectively: "Hello, Mr. Dao!" .”

The disappointment that flashed across Zhang Chi's face just now, Wen Liang and the three of them are obvious to all, so they don't intend to be too polite.

"In this case, let's hurry up, can you please provide me with Zhang Xingying's favorite things?" Wen Liang took out the utensils and needles from his luggage again, the light in his eyes was intriguing, and he didn't know what he wanted to do .

Boss Zhang pondered for a moment, then sighed again. He pointed in the direction of the bedroom where his wife was: "You actually saw something that day, it was the doll my wife was holding tightly in her arms."

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I have always felt that the old-fashioned residential buildings surrounded on all sides are very depressing... The knowledge of Feng Shui is also true.