I studied beheading in a mental institution

Linjiang City.

A plane landed slowly.

Lin Qiye and the others had just walked out of the airport in plain clothes and were standing on the side of the street preparing to take a taxi when Baili Pangpang picked up the phone:

"Hello? Secretary Sun? Yes, we are here, come here."

Baili Pangpang hung up the phone, and soon an extended version of Lincoln drove to the side of the road. A middle-aged man with gray temples got out of the car and bowed slightly to Baili Pangpang:

"I kept you waiting, please get in the car."

Lin Qiye asked in surprise, "You arranged a car again? How can you get a car everywhere?"

"No, it happens that there is also a branch of our Baili family here in Linjiang, so I transferred the boss of this branch to use it." Baili Fatty smiled,

"It's not that I'm too arrogant to take a taxi. The main reason is that I don't carry cash with me. It's too troublesome to buy a taxi company every time I check out."

Lin Qiye: ...

Lin Qiye and others got into the car, reported a place name, and the car started slowly.

Baili Pangpang leaned on the car seat, turned his head and stared at the gloomy sky outside the window, frowning slightly.

"Do you feel that... something is wrong with this city?"

Baili Pangpang's sudden question stunned everyone in the car. An Qingyu looked around through the car window and said puzzledly:

"What's wrong?"

"It's just... the yin energy seems a little heavy?"

"Gloomy?" Cao Yuan was taken aback for a moment, and after looking carefully at the side of the road for a moment, he suddenly realized, "Indeed, there are many beauties in Linjiang City, and they dress coolly."

The corner of Baili Pangpang's mouth twitched, "I'm not talking about this kind of yin, but about Feng Shui!"

"Since when did you understand Taoist Feng Shui?" Cao Yuanhu asked.

"... I'm just thinking about nothing."

Baili Pangpang answered vaguely.

Lin Qiye closed his eyes, opened them slowly after a few seconds, shook his head and said:

"Within the range of my spiritual perception, there is nothing unusual in the city... There is not even a 'mysterious'. Could it be that you are overthinking?"

Baili Pangpang looked out of the window, his brows furrowed even tighter, and he lowered his head to meditate.

My own cultivation base and Dao fruit have not yet returned... Could it be that I have been mistaken?

"During this time, the weather in Linjiang City has been really bad." Secretary Sun, who was sitting in the driver's seat, reminded in time, "I have prepared umbrellas for everyone, please remember to bring them with you later."

After driving for about an hour or so, the vehicle stopped at a remote street.

Lin Qiye took an umbrella and got out of the car. In front of him was a low-rise residential building. From the geographical point of view, this place should belong to the suburb of Linjiang City.

Baili Pangpang and others followed behind Lin Qiye, looking around:

"This is it? It feels like an old house that no one lives in..."

"One or two months ago, this place was designated as a demolition area by the Li Group, and the residents have moved out one after another. I don't know if the person you are looking for is still there." Secretary Sun explained in a timely manner.

"Demolition? We're not late, are we?"

"It's possible...Qiye, where is Brother Yan's address?"

"In the alley." Lin Qiye recalled the files he had read, "No. 83, Dongtan Alley."

"Let's tidy up your own image. When you face Brother Yan's relatives, don't say anything, understand?"

"Don't worry, the comrades in the same battalion as Brother Yan." Baili Pangpang patted his chest, "I won't go out of my way, let's go."

Lin Qiye and the others walked along the muddy alley along the dilapidated house number, and finally stopped in front of a fence gate full of rust.

Their eyes swept across the erected plaque, and everyone froze in place.

"Qiye, are you sure it's this? Do you remember correctly?" Baili Pangpang asked with wide-eyed eyes.

"...should be right."

"Hanshan Orphanage?" Cao Yuan's face was full of confusion, "How could it be an orphanage? Didn't Brother Yan tell you...go home for him to see his relatives?"

"Wait, I'll make a call to confirm."

Even Lin Qiye, who was always very confident in his memory, was a little uncertain, and immediately went to the side, took out his phone, and contacted the people from the night watchman's archives department.

A few minutes later, Lin Qiye walked over with a complicated expression.

"That's right, that's it." Lin Qiye said slowly, "Brother Yan's night watchman file, the address is written here, and according to the group of civilian staff who reviewed the file back then, he is indeed an orphan.

Brother Drag asked me to go home and take a look for him, probably just an excuse to trick us out of hell. "

Hearing these words, the alley fell into a dead silence.

After a long time, Cao Yuan asked: "Then... what should we do now?"

Lin Qiye glanced at the plaque at the door that was almost rusted to the point where his name could not be seen clearly. After a moment of silence, he let out a long sigh:

"Anyway, this is also the place where Brother Yan grew up. Since we are here and there are people inside, let's go in and have a look."

Seeing that everyone had no objections, Lin Qiye stretched out his hand and shook the iron door, the iron rust rubbed against each other, making a harsh creaking sound.

"Who is it?"

"I don't know... I'll go and see!"

"It won't be those dog legs again?"

A few childish voices came from the courtyard inside the door, a girl in a red coat with a flushed face cautiously poked her head out from behind the door, her eyes fell on Cao Yuan, and she burst into tears immediately:

"It's hooligans! Those hooligans are here again!! And they are even fiercer than before!"

Cao Yuan:? ? ? ? ?

Soon, an old man in his 60s, wearing reading glasses, walked out of the old house with a hunched waist, holding an iron rod in his hand, with his old face sideways, looking very tough:

"Didn't you say it?! We won't move! Why are you still here? You really want to be bullied?!"

Before he finished speaking, he raised the iron bar and slammed the iron gate fence hard.

Hearing a muffled sound, the old man's hand holding the stick trembled, his face stiffened immediately, and he silently put his hands behind his back.

"I warn you, sir, I am old, if you touch me, I can blackmail you to death!" He raised his head stiffly.

"... Don't get me wrong, sir, we are not bad people."

Lin Qiye pulled the ugly-faced Cao Yuan behind him, and asked as gently as possible: "Excuse me, do you know Shen Qingzhu?"

Hearing the words Shen Qingzhu, the old man's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Who are you?" He frowned, looking suspiciously at the weird young people in front of him.

Seeing the old man's reaction, Lin Qiye knew that he had come to the right place, and repeated the speech he had prepared a long time ago:

"We are comrades in the same battalion of Shen Qingzhu. This time, we are going on vacation in the camp. We will drop by here to express condolences for him."

"Boy Shen's comrade-in-arms?"

The old man raised his eyebrows, his expression obviously eased a lot, he hesitated for a moment, and opened the iron door with his hand:

"...Come in and talk."