lost soul

On the straight suburban road, there are endless flower fields on both sides. The sky is raining lightly, and a thin layer of water mist is formed on the flower fields.

Holding a green oil-paper umbrella, Duan Baopu walked slowly on the road, looked left and right, stretched out his hand to feel the raindrops, took out a talisman in his arms and rolled it on the handle of the umbrella, and muttered a few words, invisible The barrier of the umbrella rose above the umbrella to block the rain.

Duan Ju originally wanted him to take a car to find the soul, but Duan Baopu had other plans. Anyway, he was as quick as a rabbit charm, and he was not slow to use it.

The moving rabbit charm is what Duan Baopu claimed.He has optimized the original Speed ​​Talisman, and only he can use this Rabbit Talisman, which belongs to him alone.As Duan Ju said before, he is very good at escaping techniques, and moving the Rabbit Talisman is just one of them.

As for the others, Duan Baopu pouted, of course it was used to save his life.

Along the way, Duan Baopu's nose was filled with all kinds of floral scents, which were so strong that he couldn't help covering his nose and sneezing.

At the end of the suburban road, several third-floor houses with the same style appeared. Duan Baopu raised his head and squinted his eyes to look into the distance, and there was a memorial archway in front of him, with "Flower Town" written in black on it.

"Isn't this a famous town for cultivating flowers? How can there be such a gathering of souls?" Duan Baopu said to himself, while taking out the soul-hunting plate, and covering it with one hand, a faint blue light suddenly appeared, and it was like a power supply. Not the same, flashed twice and finally went out.

Huh?Duan Baopu looked at the plate over and over several times, shook it in his hand again, and finally came to the conclusion: "It's broken? Industrial products are indeed inferior to those made by hand."

Duan Baopu put away the plate in disgust, and stepped into the town.

A bluestone-paved road in the town stretches straight to the end, and more than a dozen east-west streets intersect with the main road.The town of growing flowers is worthy of its name. The first floor of every household has been turned into a flower shop, and the doorway is full of flowers. The branches stretch into the middle of the road. Even the balcony on the second floor is covered with vines and flowers, climbing wires and window sills. Shop the skylights.

From the very beginning when he entered Huazhen, Duan Baopu felt a little weird.

The people around are all warmly inviting guests, many flower merchants are bustling with each other, obviously looking lively, but Duan Baopu feels that there are gusts of unknown wind blowing.

"Is it because of the souls that gathered together?"

Holding an umbrella, Duan Baopu turned behind a tall honeysuckle plant, and was about to pinch his fingers to make calculations, but someone patted his shoulder.

People who practice Taoism are particularly sensitive to being tapped on the shoulder.

Duan Baopu slipped out a talisman from his sleeve, pinched it in his hand, and without looking back, asked calmly, "Who is it?"

"Boy, you are a bit suspicious!" An uncle in short sleeves and beach pants came out from behind, took out a police certificate, and showed it to Duan Baopu.

Duan Baopu: ...

Isn't it disgusting to report first?Who is suspicious!

The uncle withdrew the police certificate, looked at Duan Baopu all over his waist, touched his chin with one hand and asked, "A magic stick?"

The reason why he asked this was because Duan Baopu was still wearing a gray Taoist robe when he walked out the door, looking very out of place.

"You can put it this way." Duan Baopu argued lazily, looked at his sleeves with the uncle and asked, "Apart from my clothes, what else is suspicious about me?"

The uncle was stunned by Duan Baopu's deep eyes, and he came back and patted Duan Baopu's shoulder, "Something happened in this town, and you have to register if you face it."

Duan Baopu followed his uncle to the police station in the small town, sat down, and filled out the form quietly.

While smoking, the uncle stretched his neck to watch him fill out the form. When he saw Duan Baopu writing like a dragon and snake flying, the uncle couldn't help being speechless: "The handwriting is chic, but I don't recognize any of them, except your ID number."

Only ghosts can be recognized. He uses his style of drawing symbols, and the characters really look like ghost symbols.

Duan Baopu filled out the form and handed it over, rolled his eyes, then leaned closer and asked the uncle in a low voice: "Comrade, what happened in Huazhen?"

The uncle stared straight at Duan Baopu's head, "What do you call comrade? You are comrade, Uncle Qi."

Duan Baopu choked up, it was bad luck.

"Uncle Qi."

Saito nodded in satisfaction, blew out a smoke ring, and instead of answering Duan Baopu's question, asked Duan Baopu what he wanted to do.

"Just interested." Duan Baopu smiled, and pointed to his Taoist robe, "You can also tell that I like these things."

Just kidding, who knows if there is any remnant of my own in that pile of souls.

With an expression that I understand, Saito caught a glimpse of Duan Baopu wrinkling his nose, so he pinched out his cigarette and raised his legs.

"What happened in this town is a disappearance case, not a supernatural event."

Duan Baopu pretended to be surprised, and quickly patted his legs and said, "Coincidentally, I also like to solve crimes. I often watch CCTV12!"

Saito squinted, he was also bored, anyway, this shit has already been rumored, and he didn't care if one more person knew, so he slowly started talking.

Just like the origin of many towns, Flower Town has gone through many years, and planting flowers has always been their main business.

It is said that there are specializations in the art industry, and the same is true for growing flowers.Although everyone grows flowers here, they are divided into different categories.

It is normal for some people to grow flowers well while others do not.But in this flower town, there is a family that is very famous for growing flowers, even foreigners like it.

When Saito said this, there seemed to be a little nostalgia in his eyes.

Duan Baopu kindly reminded him, "You're digressing."

Saito said: "Bah."

He continued to preach that the case was related to the famous flower grower Su Mu.

The flowers raised by sumac have a strong fragrance and will not wither for a long time. The bright flowers are extremely gorgeous, and the elegant flowers are clean and refined.The flowers he cultivated were once called "sumu flowers expensive".

However, since a year ago, Su Mu's family has had frequent accidents. Their family's flower workers have disappeared strangely, and there have been several incidents.The investigation was fruitless, but fortunately, the strange incident stopped for a while and started again a month ago.

Saito sighed, "Investigate, investigate, there are no clues."

Duan Baopu knew that it must have something to do with those lonely souls, but he couldn't say it out, so he had to remind him insincerely: "Could it be that someone is jealous of the well-raised flowers in their family?"

"It shouldn't be possible." Saito shook his head. He lowered his voice and said, "To put it bluntly, if you're really jealous, if you don't kill Su Mu, what are you doing with a group of flower workers?"

Rough words are not rude.

Duan Baopu tilted his head and thought for a while, then made a gesture with his hands in his sleeves, and chattered casually, "It only happened in Su Mu's house, so could it be him who did it?"

"Of course it's impossible!" Saito stood up excitedly, slapped his hands on the table, leaned over and shouted loudly: "There are also missing people from other houses, but only a few. Besides, that kid Su Mu must be Don’t dare to do this.”

"Oh?" Duan Baopu clasped his hands and looked at Saito.

Saito lost his composure consciously, tilted his head and coughed a few times, and then muttered softly: "Anyway, it's impossible."

Knowing what happened, Duan Baopu got up and walked outside. After taking two steps, he turned around and joked, "Uncle Qi, as a policeman, don't be too subjective."

Saito blushed, and scolded, "Uncle Qi!"

He doesn't want to be ashamed.

Duan Baopu thought for a moment, don't these two names have the same meaning?If he insists on calling him brother.

Not talking to Saito anymore, Duan Baopu opened his umbrella and walked into the rain.

Rain dripped down the umbrella and from his face.

Duan Baopu sighed, it's troublesome.