My view on the recent development strategy of ghost hunting and exorcism work

Guan Qing briefly drank some porridge, picked up the shovel in one hand, and picked up the small piece of paper lying on the side of the bowl with the other to go to the front yard.

The small piece of paper was hanging on his shoulder, holding a pacifier lollipop and sucking it, watching Guan Qing slowly loosen the soil and bury the fertilizer on the two old trees; It is a three-acre piece of land, and it asked childishly, "Papa, what are you doing here?"

"Planting flowers." Guan Qing replied concisely, while thinking about whether to expand the future flower garden. After all, the yard is big, and it would not look good without the odds and ends.

Little Paper still knew about planting flowers. He took a sip of the pacifier seriously and said, "Papa, you yelled so loudly last night, did you get bullied?"

Guan Qing snapped the iron rod.

The little piece of paper slowly shrunk its head, not daring to speak.

Guan Qing planned the location of the flower garden, and Shu Ming took care of the rest.Shu Ming suddenly couldn't believe his ears when he heard what he explained, and asked twice before he was sure that their extremely impatient temple master really planned to play tricks.

"Then what kind of flowers does the temple master plan to plant, so I can buy flower seeds."

His question caught Guan Qing. Planting flowers was just a temporary idea when he got up this morning. After being with Xiao Qi, he seemed to become extra impulsive, and new ideas always came out one after another uncontrollably.But this feeling is not bad, Guan Qing didn't intend to restrain it, he wiped his fingers carefully with a silk handkerchief, and said casually: "Plant something easy to feed."

As a novice on the road, he does not intend to challenge too high difficulty.

After thinking about it, Shu Ming said clearly: "Okay, I got it! I think it's better to plant some chrysanthemums during this solar term. It's elegant and simple, and it's easy to survive."

Guan Qing didn't pay attention at first, but then the word chrysanthemum got into his ears, his sensitive nerves were agitated, his handsome and picturesque face stretched into three feet long, he dropped the hoe and left without saying a word .

Shu Ming, who was thinking to himself where to buy good flower seeds, raised his head, only saw the annoyed back of his own temple master, he couldn't figure it out immediately, and murmured: "What's wrong with the temple master, he's angry again ? Wasn’t it fine just now?”

Guan Qing followed his old habit and went to his special workshop.

The little piece of paper was very curious about everything here, as soon as Guan Qing turned on the lamp, it jumped off his shoulder with a bang, and ran happily among all kinds of parts with two short legs.

Guan Qing glanced at him, pulled it out from the sharp-edged gears, threw it into the soft nest where Heimiao usually napped, and snapped, "Don't make any trouble."

The little piece of paper was raised eyebrows by his roar, grabbed Mao Mao in the cat's nest and whispered: "Papa, I want to play~"

Guan Qing rubbed his brows, rummaged through a pile of miscellaneous items, found a few silver tags, picked up two screws, inlaid them randomly a few times, and threw them to the little piece of paper.

The little piece of paper opened its eyes wide, hugged the little windmill with a wow, puffed up its cheeks and blew hard: "Little boomer, little boomer, turn around!"

Guan Qing really couldn't bear to watch this silly son, and said with a cold face: "Don't blow it, it will turn."

Small piece of paper: "..."

After dismissing his silly son temporarily, Guan Qing sat down by the handicraft table. He used to sit here for several hours without feeling bored at all, but now sitting here Guan Qing actually felt a sense of boredom.Seeing the little piece of paper, he hugged his little windmill fondly and tinkered with it, so bored, he picked up a few more pieces of gold and silver, and made a little rabbit the size of a finger for it.

The little piece of paper exclaimed again: "Wow! Little rabbit! Little rabbit!" It dragged the small windmill and trotted over, pushed the little rabbit, "Little rabbit, move! Huh?" It tilted its head to look Guan Qing, "Papa, little rabbit doesn't move..."

Looking at the lifelike metal rabbit, Guan Qing said lazily with his chin in his hands: "If you don't move, don't move."

The little piece of paper immediately let out a whimper that seemed real or fake: "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo ."

Guan Qing looked at it coldly.

Little Paper cried even louder: "Then, then I'll ask another papa to buy me a moving rabbit..."

Guan Qing didn't like it at all, and went straight to the floor-to-ceiling mirror opposite: "You let him buy it."

Ever since they came out of the mirror, Shakuhachi's body mirror has not moved any more. Guan Qing caressed the mottled cracks on its body, and said lightly: "It's been so long, you and him should have enough bets. You If you don't come back, that boy Qin Jian will bother me if he has nothing to do, I can't bear it a few times."

The cracked mirror is still cold and calm.

Guan Qing frowned; "One or two of you don't take my words seriously now, okay, next time Qin Jian comes again, I'll just cut his tongue off!"

A layer of shallow ripples suddenly appeared on the smooth and flat mirror surface, slightly rippling towards the surroundings, but there was no greater movement.

Guan Qing put on a straight face: "I will do what I say."

There was an uproar on the mirror, Guan Qing narrowed his eyes slightly due to the countless refracted rays of light. After the rays of light fell slowly, a figure gradually appeared from the darkness, and he sighed helplessly: "The Lord..."

"Papa!" The crisp and excited voice of the little piece of paper resounded through the handicraft workshop, "Mama asked you to buy me some bunnies! Live, the kind that can bounce! I want white ones!"

Guan Qing: "..."

Shakuhachi: "..."

"What the hell!" Xiao Qi's shocked voice sounded immediately, "Where did I get a cheap son?!

Guan Qing turned around abruptly, and saw Xiao Zhipian hugging his mobile phone and crying loudly: "Papa! I'm Paper Pieces! Papa! I want a little rabbit..."

Xiao Qi was strangely silent for two seconds, then suddenly there was a bang sound as if something had been knocked over, and then there was a faint roar of laughter, Xiao Qi took a few steps outside to avoid the booing colleagues, and clicked: "Son!" Ah, it's you! What about you, Mama, how could he just give you a mobile phone, in case he sees something inappropriate for children..."

"There is nothing inappropriate for children in my phone!" Guan Qing said coldly, grabbing the phone.

"Ouch, my wife~" Xiao Qi's tone changed immediately, pretending to be unfair for his cheap son, "If your son wants a little rabbit, you can buy him a little rabbit, swipe your husband's card, and buy a litter!"

Guan Qing took a deep breath, brows twitched non-stop, and sneered: "Your salary card is not enough to buy the rabbit parts it wants, that's all right! You go to work and hang up!"

"Hey, don't rush to hang up, my wife." Xiao Qi called him quickly, and glanced at the busy street under the scorching sun, "I found it here, and after DNA comparison, the person who died in the car accident that day really wasn't Xu. Qing! It’s his elder brother Xu Changping. He’s gone wrong, and it’s reasonable to say that the doctor’s side wouldn’t make such a big mistake, but it just happened.” Xiao Qi complained a few words, “This Xu Qing is not dead, and he is on the record again. When I returned home, there was a high possibility that it was the murderer. One thing I can't understand. According to our investigation, this Xu Qing's family relationship can be described as a loving father and son, and a loving husband and wife. Why did he go back and kill his whole family? Of course Yes," Xiao Qi muttered, "everything that is not normal is normal when it encounters something that cannot be explained by natural science."

Guan Qing was holding the phone, leaning on the handicraft table, fiddling with a small spinning top with his fingertips: "Five people died in Xu Qing's family, who was he?"

"Wife and child, father-in-law, mother-in-law and his cousin."

"Oh, cousin." Guan Qing's tone was meaningful.

Xiao Qi immediately caught the deep meaning in his words: "You mean this cousin has a problem?"

"It's just intuition. Criminal investigation is not my specialty. You don't need to listen to my opinion on this. You can investigate according to your own ideas." Guan Qing didn't notice the surprised look in Shakuhachi's eyes, and still lazily talked to Xiao Qi On the phone, "You can send me the horoscope of the deceased later on, maybe I can see something, and a photo is fine too."

"Yes, I forgot that fortune-telling is your old profession." Xiao Qi laughed lowly, "I heard that Guanzhu Nayin is big enough to detect the fate of mountains and rivers, and the fortune of the country is small enough to push out one person." My past life and future. My wife is really amazing."

Guan Qing raised her tail proudly without realizing it: "Huh!"

Xiao Qi suddenly asked with great interest: "Then my dear, can you see what I did in my previous life? Is there any kind of fate with you?"

The phone suddenly fell into a long silence, just when Xiao Qi was wondering whether the signal was cut off, Guan Qing's voice suddenly came in an indistinct way: "Maybe."

There was a beeping sound from the phone, and this time it was really hung up.

At the moment just now, Xiao Qi could hear the indescribable loneliness and loneliness from Guan Qing's voice, and he grabbed his heart fiercely and kneaded it into a ball.

After Guan Qing hung up the phone, he didn't pay attention to anyone. He leaned on the handicraft table, his eyes were cold and indifferent, without any extra emotion, as if he had become the lonely and indifferent Guanzhu Nayin from before.

Even the little piece of paper holding the little windmill didn't dare to go over and act like a baby and ask for its little rabbit.

The phone rang again suddenly, and Nayin slapped his hand over his head, and pressed the answer button.

"Hello, wife?"

Guan Qing was taken aback for a moment, and said "Hum".

"Come on, my husband will give you a smile."

Guan Qing: "..."

"I know you must have a bitter face right now, looking like you're going to cry or not. I'm too busy right now, and I really can't get away to coax you, so I'll give you a smile." Xiao Qi chattered on the phone , "My husband won't be able to see you for a while, come on, listen to me laughing at you. Come on, why is my wife unhappy when I come back, I will be a tree hole for you to listen to you speak slowly, don't talk to yourself first. Compete by yourself, okay? Just be it, feel sorry for me."

Guan Qing was amused by him, who cares for whom? He put on a smile or anger expression and cursed: "Stupid."

Xiao Qihe burst out laughing on the other end as if hearing the great news, and hung up the phone in a hurry after giving a loud boo.

There was a smile on the corner of Guan Qing's mouth that he didn't even notice. He glanced at the little piece of paper that Baba was looking at him, and stretched out his hand to touch the little metal rabbit. A faint beam of light floated on the metal rabbit.

The two ruby-studded eyes gradually shone brightly, the long ears trembled, and the metal bunny swung its hind legs and jumped up and down.

"Wow! Little Rabbit!" Xiao Zhipian rushed over happily with bright eyes.

Guan Qing raised his head, and met Shakuhachi's eyes unexpectedly.

Shakuhachi had a complicated expression: "My Lord, you have changed a lot..."