Relocation Brigade

"You bastard! You still don't know how to repent!" The old man was so angry that his body couldn't stop shaking, "You're only doing it for your own self-interest, unexpectedly, unexpectedly...!"

"She asked for it!" Shen Mingliang didn't think he was wrong, in his opinion, the whole world owed him.

"If she hadn't come downstairs suddenly and bumped into me and Mingyue, if she hadn't overheard something she shouldn't have heard, if she hadn't insisted on forcing me to surrender! Why should I be cruel to her!" Shen Mingliang's expression was crazy, with blue veins on his forehead Protrusion, "Do you think she asked for it?"

The old man was so angry that he raised his hand and slapped him across the face: "Your adoptive parents are kind people, how could they teach you and Shen Mingyue to be such wolf-hearted people!"

When mentioning adoptive parents, Shen Mingliang was taken aback for a moment, he pursed the corner of his mouth, and lowered his head.

"What was the poison you mentioned earlier?" Chen Ling took a step forward and grabbed Shen Mingliang from the ground.

Shen Mingliang concealed the dazed look on his face, and smiled sinisterly: "Maybe it's corpse poison, maybe it's something else, who knows?"

The old Taoist who was too angry to speak suddenly shouted: "You used the water in that lake!"

Chen Ling looked back: "What lake?"

The old Taoist pursed his lips and his face was quite ugly: "There is a small lake in our town. There seems to be a spring below it, and it will not dry up all year round. People drowned in that lake a long time ago, and no one uses it anymore. through the water in it."

Every summer, there are always people who go to the river or lake to swim and play because they are greedy for coolness or for fun, and there are always people who are unfortunate and never come up from the water for various reasons.

But I have never heard of it. Because of these misfortunes, everyone gave up the entire water source.

Chen Ling felt that the matter was not that simple, and asked, "Has anything else happened to the water?"

The old Taoist was amazed by the young man's keenness, he paused for a moment, and said: "The lake water is not completely abandoned, every time someone in the village is seriously ill and can't survive, or is too old to go west, they The family members of the family will fetch water from the lake for them to drink. After drinking the water, the pain and suffering will soon be over, and after three to five days, the person will leave with a smile on his face."

Chen Ling was stunned for a moment, thinking of Mrs. Yuan: "No wonder Mr. Yuan said that his mother always had a smile on his face after death, so it was because of this."

The old Taoist nodded: "It should be because of the lake water."

But Chen Ling felt strange: "Water is just water, and it has no other functions except quenching thirst and other applications in daily life. Unless... the water is mixed with other things."

The old man glanced at him, and his mouth was tightly shut, as if he didn't want to reveal too much about the town.

"I seem to know something, that place is called Blue Lake Town." Fat senior brother suddenly said, "The mission that the bureau received suddenly this time is from Blue Lake Town. There is a lake in that town. All the regrets in this life, all those who have drank water, all passed away with a smile."

Chen Ling remembered the urgent task Li Hongyu said, and looked back at Jiang Yu: "Shall we go and see?"

The old ancestor was actually a follower. Chen Ling said he would go wherever he went, but he was very reserved: "Depending on what you want, I can do it."

Wu Weiwei was also very interested in that strange place, he raised his hand and said, "I, me, me, take me with you."

Fat senior brother said, "I won't go for the time being, I have to take these two people back first." After he finished speaking, he glanced at the pen and paper in Wu Weiwei's hand, and asked, "Have the details of the case been written?"

Only then did Wu Weiwei think of the work at hand, he quickly bent down and buried his head, wrote the last point, and handed it to Brother Fat.

Brother Fat carefully scanned the details of the case, nodded: "I'll call someone over right away."

The people from the Special Investigation Department soon came and took away the Shen family brothers and sisters. Chen Ling stopped the old man who was about to leave, "Old man, are you not with us?"

Being deceived, the old man felt very uncomfortable. In addition, he had obstructed the young people in various ways without knowing the truth. At this moment, he felt ashamed and waved his hands hurriedly, "I have something to go to other places."

Seeing his embarrassment, Chen Ling nodded, watched the man leave, and went to the hospital with Jiang Yu and Wu Weiwei.

After the blood transfusion, Yuan Yongxiang's complexion improved, and he was lying on the hospital bed with no energy, his eyes were empty.

Hearing the knock on the door, the assistant guarding inside stood up and went to open the door. Before he could ask, Chen Ling took the initiative to say, "My name is Chen Ling, and I'm here to visit Mr. Yuan."

The assistant instantly remembered what the other party was doing, and hurriedly said: "Please come in, Mr. Yuan just woke up not long ago." He turned his head to look in the direction of the hospital bed, and said hesitantly, "It's just that after waking up, people are weird and don't ask anything. Did not say."

Yuan Yongxiang is a very good boss, with a good temper and integrity, and the whole company respects him very much.The assistant's concerns and concerns are from the heart.

He invited the three of Chen Ling in, stopped in front of the hospital bed, and sighed worriedly: "The doctor came for an examination and said that he may have suffered some kind of mental stimulation to be like this."

Yuan Yongxiang's eyes fell straight into the void diagonally above, without the slightest expression.

Chen Ling approached, sat on the chair beside the bed, and whispered, "Mr. Yuan, what's wrong with you?"

Yuan Yongxiang blinked, but still did not speak.

Chen Ling glanced at the corner of the ward, there was a curtain hanging down there, and beside the curtain stood an old man with pale skin, her eyes were filled with tears, and her face was full of worry.

"Mr. Assistant," he asked, "how is the investigation of the funeral parlor going?"

The assistant hurriedly said: "We have found Li Gang."

Chen Ling: "Did he dispose of his tongue?"

As if feeling that the topic was bloody, the assistant showed a little fear on his face. He swallowed and said, "No, I heard from the person who sent him that he was afraid of being blamed by the deceased. In a sealed jar, buried in the soil in my own backyard."

"Before you came, they just called back and said they were on their way to Li's house."

Seeing the young man still staring at the curtain in the corner, the assistant was curious and frightened, and couldn't help but follow him. The place was backed by the wind, but for some reason, the curtain swayed slightly, as if someone had touched it .

The assistant shuddered, quickly looked away, and said with a stiff face, "Mr. Chen, what are you going to do with the pot when it is dug out?"

Chen Ling: "Send it to Pingshan Cemetery first, and put the tongue in the urn."

Hearing the ashes and tongue, Yuan Yongxiang moved suddenly. He sat up from the bed and grabbed Chen Ling's arm: "I'll go with you."

Chen Ling looked at the bloodshot eyes in his eyes, and said, "Mr. Yuan, I understand your self-blame, but you should know that your mother doesn't want to see you languishing, immersed in the past and unable to extricate yourself."

"I'll go with you." Yuan Yongxiang seemed to know only one sentence, repeating it over and over again.

Chen Ling pursed his lips and raised his finger to the corner of the wall: "Your mother is standing there and has been guarding you since you were sent to the hospital. Do you think she really wants to see you like this?"

"Has she been there all the time?" Yuan Yongxiang's dry lips moved, his voice was weak.

Chen Ling: "It's always there."

Yuan Yongxiang was startled, then sat up straight suddenly, lifted the quilt and jumped out of bed, stumbling towards the corner of the wall.

No, nothing, he can't see anything!

Yuan Yongxiang looked at Chen Ling with a pale face: "Didn't you say that she is here? Why can't I see her, why can't I see...Mr. Chen, are you lying to me?"

"I didn't lie to you." Chen Ling looked at the old lady.

The old lady didn't want her son to see her like this, so she waved her hands anxiously.

Fearing that she might not be able to express clearly, she opened her mouth eagerly, and blood gushed out immediately.

The old lady froze for a moment, then hurriedly raised her hand to cover her mouth and backed away slowly, hiding behind the curtain.

Chen Ling was heartbroken, and turned to Yuan Yongxiang and said, "If there is a chance, would you like to meet your mother?"

Yuan Yongxiang: "Yes! When? Do you need me to do anything?"

"No need." Chen Ling said, "I'll open your eyes for you when you find that severed tongue and bury it in the urn."

Yuan Yongxiang's eyes immediately turned red. He lowered his head, his fingertips trembled a few times, and he raised his head and asked hoarsely, "Mr. Chen, my mother...does she blame me?"

"What do you think?" Chen Ling felt that he had an answer in his heart.

"No." Yuan Yongxiang smiled, "My mother is a very kind person. When I was a child, I always had fun and forgot to go home. She always spoke softly and took the trouble to tell me 'it's dark and there is danger outside. , Mom will be worried if you don’t come home’. Now, it’s getting dark, but no one is standing at the porch waiting for me to go home.”

After speaking, his voice choked up, and his nose was flushed from crying.

In addition to Yuan Yongxiang's voice, there was another more mournful cry in the room. The cry was very aggrieved and restrained. Because he had no tongue, he could only let out a sobbing sound.

At around seven o'clock in the evening, Yuan Yongxiang's subordinates walked into the ward carrying a small porcelain pot wrapped in black cloth.

The old lady who had been hiding behind the curtain came out immediately, and walked around the jar impatiently.

Chen Ling took the jar with both hands and said to Yuan Yongxiang, "I'll send it to Pingshan and put it with the ashes."

"I'll go too!" Although Yuan Yongxiang has a hemostatic spell on his body, after all, he was stabbed with such a large wound, it is impossible not to be painless. He gritted his teeth and prayed before Chen Ling could speak, "Mr. Chen, let me go."

Chen Ling couldn't resist him, so he nodded in agreement.

The cemetery is a dark place. After six o'clock, all the staff were evacuated, leaving only two brave security guards there.

Seeing a group of strangers, the security guard was stunned for a moment, and walked out of the security room: "Sorry, it's time for access control."

Yuan Yongxiang walked very slowly because of the injury in his lower back. He said with a pale face, "Call Boss Sun and tell me that my name is Yuan Yongxiang. Come and see my mother."

There are so many people on the other side, so you have to make this call if you don't want to.

The security guard turned his back and called Fatty Sun. The other end seemed to be having fun, and the background sound in the receiver was noisy and harsh.

Security guard: "Boss Sun, a man named Yuan Yongxiang said that he was going to visit his mother in the cemetery. I'm afraid it's not quite in line with the rules."

When he heard that it was Yuan Yongxiang, Fatty Sun hurriedly said: "Idiot! Access control is for ordinary people, can Mr. Yuan be an ordinary person! Hurry up and let people in!"

The security guard almost rang in his ears from being yelled at. He hung up the phone and greeted him with a smile, "Please come in, Mr. Yuan, do you need me to lead the way?"

"No, I can find it."

The paths in the cemetery are criss-crossed. In fact, every place looks similar. Yuan Yongxiang has been alone twice, but he has already memorized the location accurately.

Holding the small porcelain pot in both hands, he walked with heavy steps. Fortunately, the night covered the blood in his eyes, making him look less distressed.

Arriving at the place where the ashes of Mrs. Yuan were, Yuan Yongxiang personally cut open the sealed marble coffin lid and pried it up.

On the bottom is a cuboid urn made of white jade. On the front of the urn, there is a photo of an old lady.

The person in the photo is still very young, her eyes are bent, a few creases are pulled out from the corners of her eyes, and the corners of her lips are kindly curved. She is an old lady who will be amiable to anyone who sees her.

Yuan Yongxiang squatted on the ground, carefully opened the lid, then took out the tongue wrapped in white cloth from the small porcelain jar, and gently placed it among the ashes.

A gust of cool wind blew by, rustling the surrounding leaves.

Yuan Yongxiang raised his head suddenly, as if he heard his mother's sigh.

Chen Ling didn't bring any tools, so he couldn't help him open his eyes empty-handed. He could only blink his eyes, holding his ancestor's hand fawningly, and said in a low voice, "Please open Mr. Yuan's eyes and let them meet."

Knowing that the ancestor was a high-ranking public official in the underworld, and that it would not be a big problem to occasionally cheat for personal gain, Chen Ling raised his head and kissed the corner of the man's jaw, urging, "Hurry up."

Jiang Yu squinted at him, his face was fair and rigid, but he was not very satisfied in his heart, just one mouthful, not enough.

He took his arm out of the young man's hand, and went to Yuan Yongxiang, and gently wiped his cold fingertips from the other's eyelids, and it was done.

Yuan Yongxiang suddenly dared not open his eyes because of the timidity of close relatives.

He swallowed, opened his eyelids little by little, and there was an old lady in a black shroud standing under a tree a few steps away from them.

The old lady smiled and waved at him, and Yuan Yongxiang walked over without thinking.

Ordinary souls have no temperature, and the cool and rough palm gently fell on the face of the middle-aged man, causing Yuan Yongxiang to tremble.

He opened his mouth, but his throat seemed to be choked, and he couldn't make a sound.

The old lady smiled: "Yongxiang, don't be sad, mom can't see you like this. Be good and let mom go away with more peace of mind."

Yuan Yongxiang's lips trembled for a few moments, and then he burst into tears.

He hugged his mother's thin body into his arms with all his strength, and his voice was full of remorse: "I didn't take good care of you, I believed in the wrong person, you can beat me and scold me for whatever you want, just don't leave me, I Just a family member like you..."

"Silly boy, people and ghosts have different paths, how can I stay here." The old lady stroked her son's back with her withered hands, and explained, "You have a bad stomach, drink less and socialize less in the future. Money can’t be earned, we just need to spend enough. By the way, remember to smoke less, Mom has told you so many times, but you just don’t listen..."

"I'll change it. I'll change whatever you say!" Yuan Yongxiang's tone was urgent and fast, for fear that his mother would disappear.

The old lady nodded, but she didn't take it seriously. She sighed faintly, and talked about the Shen family brothers and sisters: "I heard Shen Mingliang and Shen Mingyue talk about the company, it seems that they embezzled public funds...you asked them to take the money Make it up, and then hand it over to the public security organ for investigation, don't seek revenge for me in private, mom doesn't need it, and doesn't want you to bear the debt."