Relocation Brigade

In the corridor on the second floor, Gao Qing, who was originally moving slowly, had a sudden change of expression, her heels knocked on the wooden floor, and she rushed into the door in a blink of an eye, knocked Chen Ling away with her body, and threw herself in front of the crib.

When her hands were about to touch the child, her movements softened, and then she hugged the child to protect her in her arms, humming to coax her.

The crying gradually died down, and after it stopped completely, Gao Qing glared fiercely at Chen Ling: "What did you want to do to him just now!"

Chen Ling: "Ms. Gao, that's not your child."

"I can not understand what you say."

Gao Qing's body trembling while holding the child, her face swelled with anger, raised the nearest glass water glass, and smashed it in the direction of Chen Ling, "Anyone who wants to hurt my child will die! Get out of here! Immediately!" roll!"

Chen Ling tilted his head to avoid the cup flying towards him, put the talisman paper between his fingers back into his sleeve, and left a business card, "If you need it, you can find me anytime."

Gao Qing wanted to tear him up now, and regretted bringing him upstairs.

Picking up the business card on the ground, he went to the door and threw it out. His sharp nails scratched the door panel, making an annoying creaking sound, and the eyes that fell on the young man's back were full of hatred.

After a while, she turned around and returned to the crib, and embraced the strange-looking baby in her arms again.

She walked a few steps in the room with the baby in her arms, and after hearing the giggling laughter, she gently kissed the child's cold face, picked up the bottle that had fallen to the ground, and put the pacifier into the baby's mouth.

Seeing the crimson viscous liquid dwindling with Gulu's swallowing sound, Gao Qing pulled out a distorted smile.

Coming out of the villa, Chen Ling kept thinking that normal people cannot make two different sounds of crying and laughing at the same time, ghosts are like people, they only have one mouth, so naturally they can't do such a strange thing.

So what happened to that baby just now?

Heaps of giggling and laughing voices depicted countless mouths in front of his eyes, with innocence followed by hidden evil.

The morning breeze was blowing, already infected with a trace of summer heat.

When Chen Ling arrived home, Zhao Xunchang had already gotten up and was running around in the yard to exercise his body. When he saw his apprentice entering the door, he said in an old spirit, "Go to Gao's villa?"

"Master is still the smartest." While admitting, he did not forget to blow rainbow farts.

Zhao Xunchang took advantage of it and snorted: "What did you find?"

"Miss Gao's child is not a human, but it is not a baby ghost either." Chen Ling said, "I suspect that there may be more than one soul in that body."

For a more detailed situation, a closer observation is required. It is best to find out the origin of Gao Qing's child and find out the whole story.

Zhao Xunchang tore off the veil around his neck and wiped his sweat: "Are you afraid?"

"Not afraid." Chen Ling answered simply, took out the talisman paper that he put in his sleeve before, and showed it to Zhao Xunchang, "I almost knocked him down with the white talisman just now, but Ms. Gao suddenly appeared and interrupted me." I."

The white talisman is one of the five-element talismans, which uses the power of ghosts in the underworld to suppress evil spirits.

Zhao Xunchang looked at the beautifully drawn talisman paper in his hand with admiration, but said in his mouth: "It looks beautiful, but there is not enough Qi, you must be distracted while drawing."

Chen Ling was stupefied, and said falteringly: "Just that one..."

It's understandable that you are young and easily impetuous.Zhao Xunchang was strict on the surface, but he always quietly let his apprentices down when it comes to schoolwork.

To put it bluntly, it took someone over half a hundred years to get such an apprentice, how could he do this if he was not pampered?

With a snort, this is over.

There are a lot of things to do today. I have to find a stonemason to make a tombstone for my ancestors, and I have to go up the mountain to see the progress of the project, and chat with the contractor by the way. Chen Ling is very busy.

After breakfast, he went up the mountain with a big bag of steamed buns, and the foreman Yang had already started work with his brothers.

According to the plan, in the entire cemetery, except for the remains of the remains, the other small columbariums are all arranged in a straight line. Ten tombs in each direction form a group, and the groups are arranged in a large wave shape.In this way, each tomb can face the water and back the mountains.

Chen Ling distributed the buns to the workers, pulled the contractor aside alone, and talked about the food issue.

The contractor took a bite of the delicious steamed stuffed bun: "The cook will be here before noon today, and we can take care of the meals ourselves from now on."

Chen Ling was relieved, and asked again: "Brother Yang, do you know where other stone monuments can be made in our city besides xx Road and xx Road?"

"Aren't those two very good? The cemetery I worked on before was all custom-made from them."

"Yuheshan is too far away from those two roads. The price they ask is not low, not to mention the transportation fee, and I am not allowed to drive by myself. I am not being taken advantage of." Chen Ling was a little angry.

"Then I'll just..." The contractor slapped his thigh vigorously, "By the way, there is a carving studio on Lorraine Road. I heard that there are teachers who occasionally do private work on stele carving."

"Sculpting room?" The cross between art and funeral is a bit big.

"This carving room is quite powerful. It does jade and agate carvings, as well as large-scale stone carvings, and there are clay sculptures and paintings inside. It has a good reputation, but the strange thing is that the business is not very good."

The contractor said and edited a detailed address information, and sent it to Chen Ling's mobile phone, "If you are interested, you can go and have a look."

Chen Ling is a man of action, and he arrived at Lorraine Road that morning.

This street belongs to the old city, and the two sides are full of sycamores. The houses are not as new as those in other districts. Most of the walls have a gray sense of age, and some have peeled off, which is very depressed.

The carving room mentioned by the contractor is called "Fanxing". It is located at the end of the street. The sycamore tree in front of the door is half dead, and half of its leaves have fallen in summer, which may be caused by insects.

Due to weekdays, there are no students inside.

Chen Ling found a sculptor through the front desk. He heard that it was to carve tombstones. The master agreed immediately, and the asking price was very reasonable.It can be seen that the master is not only courageous, but also kind.

Chen Ling: "For the stele materials, I'll go to the quarry tomorrow and bring them to you."

Master: "No, the studio has a cooperative granite factory."

"Can you get white marble?"

Chen Ling has his own little plan, if the ancestor is really interested in him, he should be nice to him.

After all, you eat mine, wear mine, and I clean up for you every day. I even entrusted someone to make your ID card for you. If you are rejected in the future, think about the old love, maybe the old ancestors will follow you. show mercy.

"Yes." The master patted his chest and assured, "When you go back, send me the detailed size and the content to be engraved on the tombstone, and I will pick it up in a week."

The matter was settled, Chen Ling was in a good mood, and there happened to be a vegetable market nearby, so he stopped by for a walk, planning to go back and make a good meal for Master.

He was carrying big bags and small bags, standing under the shade of a tree waiting for the bus, sweat rolling down his forehead unstoppably.

Just as he was about to wipe his sweat with his hands, the corner of his eye flickered, and there was an extra person next to him at some point.

The man was tall and straight, with a faint chill on his body.

He leaned towards Chen Ling, his lips were almost touching the tip of the young man's ear: "The stele erector, write your name."

Chen Ling only felt itching at the tips of his ears, his mind went blank for a moment, and he couldn't move his limbs.

When the body regained its freedom and looked to the right, there was nothing beside it, only a few sycamore leaves drifted through the air and fell silently into the flower bed.

On the way back, Chen Ling was a little absent-minded, and from time to time he lowered his head and touched the seal on his chest, which felt slightly hot.

The taxi driver probably walked around a lot, knowing that Yuhe Mountain had built a cemetery, and felt it was unlucky, so he dropped him off at a distance of one kilometer from the foot of the mountain.

Looking at the asphalt road whitened by the sun, Chen Ling finally pulled away from his stupor, and walked back bitterly with his big and small bags.

When passing a dry pond, someone behind him called him.

Turning around, it was Mr. Gao.

Mr. Gao still wears a suit and leather shoes today, and his hair is combed slickly, but it can't hide the extreme fatigue on his face.

Chen Ling continued to move forward, Mr. Gao followed him, and said in a good voice: "Mr. Chen, I came to ask for your help."

"Where's the talisman I gave you yesterday?" Chen Ling asked suddenly.

Mr. Gao's face froze slightly, and then he said excitedly: "It was the talisman you gave me that saved my life last night, Mr. Chen, I know you are hiding everything, you are a real expert, you must save my life." I."

Chen Ling asked: "That Mr. Wu is capable."

"Pull it down, he's a liar." Mr. Gao scolded, yesterday he was an employee, but today he's an enemy.

Since she knew that Gao Qing's child had problems, she should have some brushes.Chen Ling pointed out: "Do you dare to say that the things he gave you have never worked?"

Mr. Gao was at a loss for words, he thought his colleague was an enemy, and he deliberately slandered him in order to please the young people, but now he was punctured face to face, his face alternately hot and cold.

"I made a slip of the tongue." Mr. Gao admitted his mistake, and said, "But he is really not capable enough!"

Chen Ling didn't care about this, and asked, "Did your son come to see you last night?"

It was guessed!

"You..." Mr. Gao was surprised, "How do you know?"

Chen Ling glanced at him: "You bring people to the villa to smash the scene, if your son doesn't look for you, who will you look for?"

Mr. Gao quickly denied: "That's not my son!"

He slept soundly last night, when he suddenly heard someone running around with bare feet in the living room, he got up and saw that there was no one there except for the stationary furniture.

Thinking every day and dreaming at night must be because I think too much during the day and have nightmares.Mr. Gao returned to the room, fell back to sleep.

Not long after, he noticed something crawling onto the bed and walking around his body...

Mr. Gao had lingering fears because of what happened last night, and his voice trembled: "Mr. Chen, don't you know that if I hadn't found the yellow talisman and threw it over at a critical moment, I wouldn't be able to come to you in person."

Just arrived at the small courtyard, Chen Ling pushed open the door: "Mr. Gao, stay and have dinner together."

Mr. Gao couldn't wait for it, so he hurriedly said, "I'll help you."

Hearing the sound, Zhao Xunchang poked his head out, only took a look, then retracted his head, and continued to study the new talisman.

The kitchen in the small courtyard still uses an earthen stove for fire. It is necessary to ignite the straw first, and then put in the wood and branches.

Mr. Gao volunteered, because he was not skilled enough, he turned his face into a cat face in a few moments.Not paying much attention, he grabbed the sleeve of his suit and wiped his nose.

Chen Ling handed him a piece of paper and asked, "Tell me, what is your relationship with that baby?"