Relocation Brigade

Mrs. Yuan closed her eyes, wishing she could embed her body in the elevator. She was trembling all over, and her breathing became short of breath, which was even more intense than the sound of breathing that was gradually approaching her.

I don't know how long it took, but there was no other movement in the elevator.

She quietly opened one eye, but there was nothing on her left.Then, tentatively, she opened the other eye little by little.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of an old man standing next to him at some point.

She was wearing a black shroud, her face was white, and the corners of her lips were hooked.

Mrs. Yuan screamed, turned around and backed away——

Seeing the smooth elevator wall that reflected her own image, she realized after a while that she was clearly standing in the corner just now, how could she be able to stand next to others.

The hallucinations must be the hallucinations of excessive fright.

She didn't relax, but walked forward, turning her head to look at her reflection on the elevator wall.

On the face that had been carefully maintained, a large piece of skin was burned, and from the forehead down, the blood-red flesh occupied almost half of the face.

"My face... my face!" Mrs. Yuan raised her hand in horror, and gasped in pain as soon as her fingertips touched the flesh.

"How did this happen!" she screamed like crazy, her eyes wide open, as if she could see the lost skin back.

She stared blankly at the reflection for a long time, as if she suddenly thought of something, she backed away in horror, and was soon blocked by another hard barrier.

That wall is uneven, not as flat and smooth as the other three elevator walls.

Mrs. Yuan was terrified and was about to walk away when a hand stretched out from the elevator wall and hugged her head tightly.

"Let go of me, let me go!" she yelled, suddenly unable to move her limbs.

Great fear strikes.

Mrs. Yuan's face turned pale, her lips trembled uncontrollably, and her fingertips were stiff. She clearly felt the temperature around her plummet.

The icy air crazily penetrated into the large hospital gown on her body, wrapping around her body.

The hands holding her head suddenly moved.

Mrs. Yuan conditioned her to look at the image reflected on the opposite elevator wall. Her hands were pale and rough, like old bark.

One of them moved slowly, and landed lightly on the top of her head, and then the other one also moved, tapping on her face with fingers, sliding from the corner of her forehead to her cheek.

Mrs. Yuan's heart skipped a beat and she shouted, "No!"

The index finger of that hand dug into her cheek, clamped the slender skin with the thumb, and pushed down hard!

"Ahhhhh!!"

"Face! My face hurts, it hurts!"

The moment she cried out in pain, the invisible shackles on Mrs. Yuan's body loosened, and she plunged headlong to the ground.

With a ding dong, the elevator that never arrived reached the first floor at this moment.

The elevator door slowly opened, and there were several people waiting for the elevator outside.

Seeing the woman lying on the floor in the elevator, crying and crying in pain, they all froze for a moment.

"Excuse me." Chen Ling and Yuan Yongxiang came out of the elevator next to them. Seeing that there were more and more people around here, they hurriedly pushed through the crowd and walked in.

There was a heavy cloud in the elevator, and it could be seen that the other party was approaching menacingly, but Mrs. Yuan lying on the ground was still alive, which meant that the other party did not want to kill her now.

The doctors who came right after her also arrived. They pulled Mrs. Yuan up from the ground, so that she would lose control of her emotions and run away again. This time, they directly gave her a sedative.

Soon after being sent back to the ward, Mrs. Yuan fell asleep on the bed.

Looking at the widening wound on her face, Yuan Yongxiang felt chills all over his body. For this reason, he specially asked the hospital to help adjust the monitoring.

During the surveillance, there was only his wife in the elevator, backing up, turning around, screaming, the skin on her face peeled off inexplicably, and then the wife fell to the ground... It was so weird, not to mention Yuan Yongxiang himself, even the security guard in charge of surveillance was startled Living.

"Mr. Chen, what the hell is going on?" Yuan Yongxiang's voice trembled.

"Damn it." Chen Ling said it concisely, without any rhetoric.

But it was such a simple sentence that made the security guard stunned, "...Ghost?"

Chen Ling patted him on the shoulder, "Don't do anything wrong, don't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door, don't be afraid, and don't think too much."

The security guard swallowed and twitched the corner of his mouth, "You're right."

Yuan Yongxiang glanced at Chen Ling, and unconsciously murmured: "Don't do anything wrong..."

With the development of the matter to this point, he could no longer blindly defend his wife.

If the mother really refused to leave because she couldn't let go of her relatives, why didn't she come to see him as a son instead of her daughter-in-law, and why did she hurt her own daughter-in-law?

As Mr. Chen said, ghosts will not haunt a person for no reason. Could it be that when he was not at home, what did his wife do to his mother?

For some reason, Yuan Yongxiang suddenly thought of his mother's smiling face until death.

He trembled, and suddenly called out: "Mr. Chen."

Chen Ling hummed blankly, "What's wrong?"

Yuan Yongxiang: "I have some doubts about my wife, can you help me?"

Chen Ling: "Yes, what do you want me to help you with?"

Yuan Yongxiang glanced at the security guard, stretched out his hand and pulled the young man into the corridor.He wanted to test and deal with his wife because of a little doubt, which made it hard for him who had always acted well.

Chen Ling spoke out for him: "Help you test Mrs. Yuan?"

Yuan Yongxiang froze for a moment, then lowered his head.

It was obvious that he was still struggling.

Chen Ling: "Mr. Yuan, ghosts are formed by people's obsession, resentment, and hatred. If they die peacefully during their lifetime, very few people will linger and refuse to leave after death."

Yuan Yongxiang opened his mouth, but he couldn't make a sound. All the pictures of himself and his wife flashed through his mind. For so many years, they have walked together supporting each other all the way, especially in the past two years because their son temporarily settled abroad because of work. Almost dependent on each other.

He always believes that Shen Mingyue is a good wife and daughter-in-law. She is considerate, gentle and decent, and has given him great help and encouragement both in work and in life.

Now, the reality tells him that everything may not be as good as he imagined.

Those who hide under the beautiful mask may be an ugly heart and a greedy soul.

Yuan Yongxiang thought of the abuse he heard when he walked to the door of the ward before, vicious, vicious, with a bit of hatred and rejection.

He wondered if she had treated his mother like this when he was not around?

Chen Ling knew that some things would be difficult to accept, so he waited quietly. He didn't wait for Yuan Yongxiang's reply, but he waited for a message from his ancestor.

【I'm in the parking lot】

Chen Ling bowed his head and replied: [Why are you here? 】

Jiang Yu: [If you don't go home, I miss you]

Chen Ling pursed his lips, and sent an emoji, 【I may be a long time away, the case is a bit complicated: (】

Jiang Yu: [hmm]

Chen Ling: "..." It's gone?

He stared at the phone for a while, but he never waited for Jiang Yu's follow-up, okay, the old ancestor chatted Tian to death, and he didn't need to bring Tian back to life.

Put away the phone and look up at Yuan Yongxiang.

Yuan Yongxiang made up his mind, with a solemn expression: "Mr. Chen, what do you say, I will listen to you."

Chen Ling won't meddle in other people's family affairs: "Mr. Yuan, it's the other way around. I should be the one to cooperate with you."

Yuan Yongxiang said: "I just want to know whether my mother was killed by her. If so, if it is..." He closed his eyes in pain and clenched his fists, "If it is, I will never tolerate her, I will She will pay the price she deserves."

Chen Ling nodded and waited for further words.

Yuan Yongxiang: "I, I will take her home in the afternoon."

According to Mrs. Yuan's current situation, it is impossible to stay in the hospital. She is too manic and her emotions are too out of control. The first thing she wakes up is that there are ghosts here and she wants to leave here.

Yuan Yongxiang looked at his wife's face full of fear, and his heart became colder: "Then I will take you home?"

"Go home?" Mrs. Yuan shook her head vigorously, "No, I won't go back, she is waiting for me at home, she will definitely be waiting for me at home!"

Chen Ling glanced at her pale face, bowed his head and sent a message to the old ancestor, asking if he could open the back door, if Mr. Yuan's mother really killed Mrs. Yuan out of hatred, could he handle it according to the circumstances, and count it as a legal death claim? Ask about the guilt of Mr. Yuan's mother.

Jiang Yu replied quite happily: [Yes]

Chen Ling looked at the two domineering characters, and asked in doubt: [Don't you need to ask for instructions? 】

This time, it took half a minute for the ancestor to reply: [No need]

Chen Ling raised his eyebrows, put away his mobile phone and looked at the woman curled up on the hospital bed. Her right face was covered with a large piece of gauze, exuding a strong smell of disinfectant.

"Mrs. Yuan, do you need to inform your brother about your hospitalization?"

When the word "brother" was mentioned, Mrs. Yuan's collapsed mood improved, and she looked at Chen Ling fixedly: "Brother? Yes! Contact my brother!"

Mrs. Yuan turned to look for the mobile phone beside the bed, frantically dug out the number and dialed it.

Mr. Yuan stood close, and heard the beeping beeping incessantly on his mobile phone, finally indicating that no one answered.

Mrs. Yuan was stunned for a few seconds, then replayed the video, and the result was the same as before.

She thought of something, turned her back, as if she didn't want Yuan Yongxiang to hear or see, after pressing a series of numbers, she carefully put the phone to her ear.

This time it got through, but the person opposite was not Shen Mingliang. Judging from Mrs. Yuan's tone of voice, the person opposite should be Shen Mingliang's friend.

"Is Mingliang by your side? Then go and call him... go now! Immediately!"

The sound of the last two words is broken, which shows how frightened and restless Mrs. Yuan is.

Yuan Yongxiang rubbed his fingers against the seam of his trousers a few times, and asked, "Mingyue, who did you call just now, isn't it bright?"

Mrs. Yuan suddenly turned around as if waking up from a nightmare. At this time, she had calmed down a lot, and immediately realized that her reaction was too violent.

She curled her lips stiffly, showing an ugly smile: "Might be busy, the phone is on silent, I called his colleague."

Yuan Yongxiang nodded and said nothing more.

Soon, Shen Mingliang's voice came from the other end of the phone.

Mrs. Yuan hurriedly covered the receiver, turned around, hunched her back, and whispered, "Bright, there are ghosts, there are ghosts."

The person on the other side didn't seem to believe it. Mrs. Yuan frowned and raised her voice a few degrees: "I didn't lie to you! I'm very scared. Come and stay with my sister for two days, okay?"

Chen Ling folded his arms and looked at the pleading Mrs. Yuan's profile. It seemed that the relationship between the siblings was not bad.

When Mrs. Yuan spoke, she always touched the wound on her face, which made her in unbearable pain. She quickly held the phone and said a few more words before hanging up.

Yuan Yongxiang asked: "Will Mingliang come over?"

Mrs. Yuan nodded, as if a person floating in the boundless sea had finally found a lifeboat. Her complexion was much better than before, and her mood became more calm: "Yes, he said he would come right away."

Chen Ling was not afraid of offending anyone, anyway, he was not a relative or friend of his own, so he asked curiously: "Mrs. Yuan, so many things happened at home recently, did you not tell your brother a single thing?"

Mrs. Yuan glanced at Yuan Yongxiang and replied: "No, the story of gods and ghosts is too illusory. Many people don't believe it, so I didn't tell him."

Chen Ling groaned, his voice very weak.

That tone made Mrs. Yuan a little uncomfortable, she frowned slightly, lifted the quilt and lay down gently, and asked in a cold voice with a bit of coquettishness: "Yongxiang, can you stay here with me, don't leave for now? "

Yuan Yongxiang looked distressed: "But my company still has urgent matters, so I have to go back immediately."

Chen Ling said, "I'll stay."

Mrs. Yuan was a little dissatisfied, and hummed with a dragged voice, which was considered to be a promise.

Yuan Yongxiang didn't go back to the company. Before he left, he sent Chen Ling a message, saying that he remembered that there was surveillance at home and wanted to go back and have a look.

Chen Ling turned off the phone, picked up a newspaper and read it, but his attention was always on Mrs. Yuan.

Her face seemed to be in severe pain, and her mood was very agitated. She couldn't help hissing in pain, and took out her mobile phone from time to time to look at it with her hand under the quilt.

Chen Ling guessed that she should be waiting for news from her younger brother.

After closing the newspaper, Chen Ling asked without hesitation: "Mrs. Yuan, I heard from Mr. Yuan that you have a very good relationship with your brother."

Mrs. Yuan stuffed the phone back under the pillow, because it was inconvenient to speak, so she just answered casually impatiently.

Chen Ling stood up from the sofa and was about to say something more when the door of the ward was pushed open from the outside.

A sturdy man with glasses walked in from the outside, followed by an old man with a white beard.

The old Taoist was wearing a yellow robe, with a bun tied on top of his head, and a simple wooden hairpin was inserted into the bun. He walked slowly, with a bit of an immortal attitude.

The man went straight to the hospital bed and said, "Sister."

Mrs. Yuan turned over and sat up, with surprise in her eyes, she grabbed Shen Mingliang's sleeve.She bit her cheek, the expression on her face became vicious, but the moment she realized that Chen Ling was present, her expression returned to normal.

"You're finally here." Mrs. Yuan's tone was relaxed, with a bit of obvious dependence, "These days scare me to death. Ever since my mother-in-law was buried, our family has been unstable and always makes troubles. Me, look at my face."

As she spoke, she raised her hand and lifted a little bit of the gauze, and Shen Mingliang frowned when she saw it: "How did you get hurt like this?"

"Torn by a ghost..." She stopped suddenly as she spoke, and looked at Chen Ling, "Mr. Chen, I have something to say to my brother, can I trouble you to go out first?"

Chen Ling glanced at the old Taoist standing in the middle of the room, "Okay."

He didn't go far, but stood in the corridor, and was about to put his ear on the door to listen, when there was a click, and the door opened again.

The old Taoist was also "invited" out, with his hands in his wide sleeves and his eyes closed, he stood on the ground, as if he couldn't blend in with the world around him.

The other party made it clear that they didn't want to talk to him, but Chen Ling wanted to say to him, "Old man, are you here to deal with the haunting of the Yuan family at Shen Mingliang's request?"

The old man opened one eye, and just about to speak, the other eye also opened, and he looked behind the young man in a daze.

Chen Ling followed the other party's gaze and looked back, surprise in his eyes: "Why are you here?"

Jiang Yu handed him the lunch box in his hand, "I'm afraid you will be hungry."

Chen Ling glanced at the packaging bag, and couldn't help swallowing. He sat on the bench in the corridor with his hands in his hands, and when he opened the cover, the spicy and spicy smell strongly stimulated his taste buds.

Jiang Yu helped him hold the lid of the lunch box: "Go to the cafeteria to eat?"

Chen Ling looked back at the closed door of the ward, "All right."

The canteens of private hospitals are spacious, bright, and clean. There are small windows on each floor for cooking, and there will be special stir-fries. If necessary, you can make your own menu for the kitchen to cook.

Chen Ling found a seat by the window and sat down. Before his butt was warm, he couldn't help asking: "Can you see that old man's morality?"

He could feel that the old man should have two brushes.

"Not high, not as good as you." Jiang Yu thought of a reference, "Better than Wu Weiwei."

Chen Ling picked up a crayfish with chopsticks and was about to peel it off by himself, when two slender fingers took the disposable glove from his hand.

Jiang Yu put on his gloves slowly, picked up the shrimp tail from the youth bowl, and peeled it off neatly.

"Wu Weiwei told me the outline of the order, and then you can tell me what you found out in the past half-day."

"Okay." Chen Ling stared straight at the crayfish in the man's hand, waited for the man to peel off the shell, then dipped the shrimp meat in the soup, and opened his mouth voluntarily.

Jiang Yu stuffed the shrimp meat into his mouth, and took the second one out with chopsticks.

Chen Ling chewed a few times in satisfaction, swallowed, and then began to speak.

After a few words, another shrimp tail was stuffed into his mouth.

While eating, he talked, and it took him 10 minutes intermittently to explain clearly what happened before and after.

Jiang Yu: "Smiling?"

Chen Ling nodded, and said vaguely: "Mr. Yuan said that even the undertaker couldn't touch the smile, the flesh on his face was very stiff."

Jiang Yu moved the crayfish piled up in front of the hill to the young man, took off his gloves, and wiped his hands with the wet tissue provided by the restaurant, "It's interesting, this is the first time I've heard of such a thing."

"That's right, it's really strange." Chen Ling fed the shrimp meat to Jiang Yu's mouth, "You can try it too."

Jiang Yu retreated back, his face full of rejection.

Chen Ling pouted, the ancestor was good at everything, even if he didn't eat junk food, he couldn't share real food with him!

He stuffed the shrimp meat back into his mouth, and said seriously: "And I think Shen Mingliang is weird. After receiving a call from his sister who said there was a ghost, he actually invited the Taoist priest directly. Shouldn't he come first? To see the situation? As if he knew there were ghosts."

Jiang Yu: "Perhaps Shen Mingyue is not the only one who has ghosts in his heart?"

Chen Ling glanced at the man: "What do you know?"

Jiang Yu put down the wipes and said in a low voice, "You asked me to open the back door for you to get involved. I took a look at the karma of Shen Mingyue. Both she and his brother took their lives."