Relocation Brigade

Chen Ling stopped on the spot, squinted his eyes slightly, and pointed his chin in the direction of the car: "Guess what's in that big bag?"

"A human-shaped statue." Wu Weiwei pointed to the protruding part on the top of the black bag, "The one on top should be the head."

Chen Ling: "I think it should be a female clay sculpture."

If it was a stone sculpture, Ding Junyuan's skinny body would not be able to move such a big thing.As for why it is said to be a female clay sculpture, it is because Ding Junyuan's arms are too slender, it should be at the waist.

Ding Junyuan moved his things into the utility room, and as soon as he came out, he saw two more people at the reception desk.

As the younger brother, Wu Weiwei certainly couldn't let the elder brother introduce himself. He stepped forward and gave out his business card: "Mr. Ding, we are the staff here to help you deal with the problem."

Because he has no sect or Taoist certificate, and he has not been passed on and received scriptures, he has no nerve to call himself a celestial master.

Holding the business card, Ding Junyuan stared at Chen Ling's face for a while, then suddenly remembered: "We just met yesterday."

"Yes, I came to look for Master Sun yesterday." Chen Ling said.

Mr. Ding put on his business card, stretched out his hand to introduce himself, and said, "My surname is Ding, Ding Junyuan, and I think you already know about my situation."

"Yeah." Chen Ling reached out to touch him, "But I don't think it must have something to do with Feng Shui. The specific reason that caused your business problems needs to be investigated."

The young man looks exquisite and young, but speaks very calmly. Ding Junyuan nodded unconsciously: "Let's go to the office to talk."

The boss's office is at the innermost part of the carving room, and next door is the cramped utility room where Master Sun stores stone tablets. The two spaces are separated by a wall, but they give people completely different feelings.

Ding Junyuan's office is facing the street. Opening the window, you can see the street and a row of phoenix trees. The light is bright, but the place near the corner is slightly damp.

After Chen Ling entered, he carefully observed the layout inside.

It's quite satisfactory, there are no inappropriate displays, and there are no fortune-telling ornaments.

If you want to make money in business, most of them will put Pixiu, golden toad and other objects that can attract money and attract money in the office to increase wealth.And Ding Junyuan's office is neat and tidy, except for documents and books and albums.

It shows that this person's desire for money is probably not that strong, and he doesn't believe in ghosts and gods that much.

Chen Ling sat down at the invitation of Ding Junyuan, and was put down a glass of white water right in front of him.Holding the warm water cup and thanking him, he asked: "Mr. Ding didn't believe in ghosts and gods very much before, so why did he attribute the business of the carving studio to Feng Shui?"

"I really didn't believe it very much before." Ding Junyuan didn't expect to be seen through, and explained a little embarrassedly: "I think Mr. Chen must have done some simple understanding of my carving room before coming here, knowing that my business comes from problem."

Chen Ling nodded: "Generally speaking, if the business cannot continue, they will choose to transfer it."

"I tried." Ding Junyuan said, "But everyone who is interested in the carving room will reject it after one day, or two or three days later."

Chen Ling frowned: "Did they tell you the reason?"

Ding Junyuan: "No, but one of them said... that it's a gloomy place to enter. I guess there's something wrong with Feng Shui. Let me find someone to take a look."

Chen Ling walked around the office, then went out, and visited all the classrooms and utility rooms in the carving room.

It is undeniable that it is indeed very cloudy here, and the bursting sunlight outside cannot diffuse in the slightest.

Especially some of the corners looked dirty with dark green mold.The mold gathered in a group at the bottom, and as it gradually went up, it became less and less, and finally disappeared on the white wall.

Chen Ling approached, squatted down, and was just about to reach out to touch the accumulated dirt in the corner, when a shout came from the corridor not far behind.

The little girl at the front desk was frightened, she screamed "Ah", and then blocked her: "You can't go in!"

"Why can't I go in!" The outrageous answer came from a middle-aged woman.

The woman was dressed in ordinary clothes, her hair was tied behind her head in a mess, her eyes were red and bloodshot, and her fingers were tightly grasping the slender arm at the front desk.

Chen Ling was the closest and arrived at the reception desk first: "What happened?"

The little girl quickly explained: "We haven't officially started business yet, but this elder sister insists on saying that his daughter is in our carving room, and that she was abducted by the teacher."

"My daughter came to your carving room yesterday and hasn't come home. Where else can I go!" The middle-aged woman pushed the little girl away, and walked straight to Chen Ling, "You are Teacher Ding? Exactly, you Hand over my daughter!"

"I am Teacher Ding." Ding Junyuan ran out following the voice, dragged Chen Ling behind him, and said softly, "Sister, let's sit down in the office and talk slowly if we have something to say."

When the person she was looking for was caught, the woman yelled even louder: "You are shameless, you kidnapped our family Huihui, you let her come out, I want to take her home!"

Hearing the word Huihui, Ding Junyuan had an impression: "You are Zhou Wenhui's mother? But Zhou Wenhui went back after class yesterday."

"Impossible! She didn't come home at all!" Zhou's mother pointed at Ding Junyuan's nose and scolded, "Our family Huihui has always been very good. Besides going to work, she comes to your studio on weekends and never wanders around other places, isn't it? Who else can you hide her from?"

"Sister, I really don't have one." Ding Junyuan was helpless, knowing that the other party would not give up, he stepped aside and said, "If you don't believe me, go in and look for it yourself."

Mother Zhou rushed in aggressively.

Because there are many types of professors, the sculpture room has a large area. There are three floors upstairs and downstairs. The decoration is all wooden floors and wipeable wallpaper on the walls. It can be seen that a lot of money must have been spent on the decoration.

The bright classrooms were pushed away one after another, not to mention Zhou Wenhui, there was not even a fly, and it was terribly cold.

Zhou's mother went downstairs in a daze, and the moment she saw Ding Junyuan, she grabbed his arm and asked ferociously: "It's not here, it must be at your house, take me to your house to find it!"

Ding Junyuan was helpless and was about to compromise when he suddenly heard a terrified scream from the alley behind the studio, followed by a pale girl staggering past the door of the carving room.

The girl shouted: "Dead, dead!"

Zhou's mother's heart was empty, and panic filled her face violently. The terrible intuition wrapped her tightly, making her tremble all over, and almost fell when she ran out.

Because of the yelling, people came out to look at the nearby shops that were already open. They surrounded the alley and no one could get in.

"Give way." Zhou's mother squeezed in desperately, seeing those calves on the ground, her pupils shrank suddenly.

She tightly grabbed the clothes on her chest, panting violently, her feet seemed to be poured with cement, and she couldn't move no matter what.

Chen Ling also followed. Seeing that Zhou's mother was motionless, she turned around from behind her and walked towards the trash can in front of her.

The trash cans are huge, and they are placed squarely in the alley. The trash from nearby small restaurants, flower shops, mobile phone shops, including the carving room, is all thrown here.They piled up into a hill, just blocking the people lying in it.

"Huihui..." Hearing the choked murmur behind him, Chen Ling took a step forward, not too dirty, and stretched out his hand to remove the covered garbage bag.

The body lying on the ground was gradually revealed, and those who were closer only took a look, then covered their mouths and backed away desperately.

"Call the police, call the police!" Someone shouted in the crowd.

In order to protect the scene, Chen Ling also retreated to the entrance of the alley, his eyes fixed on the exposed legs for a moment.

What died was a woman, her mouth and eyes wide open, her body swollen and puffy, her face covered with wet hair.In her nails, there was a dark lump, I don't know what it was.

The police came quickly, they quickly sealed off the scene, and a preliminary autopsy was conducted by a forensic doctor.

"The deceased should have drowned, and judging from the degree of swelling of the body, he has been dead for at least a week..." the forensic doctor informed the captain of the result.

The captain hissed after hearing this, and called the subordinate who had just finished interrogating Zhou's mother and Ding Junyuan: "Tell me, Ding Junyuan and the front desk both said that they saw Zhou Wenhui study in the carving room yesterday and left at 06:30 p.m. .”

The subordinate is a newcomer and is doing an internship. Hearing this, he thought he had made a mistake, so he cautiously asked the leader: "Yes, what did I do wrong as the leader?"

The captain didn't speak, and walked back to the corpse quickly to have a look, then went to the medical examiner's office to inquire carefully, whether it was confirmed that he had been dead for more than seven days.

After getting an affirmative answer, he fell into a brief silence, then took out his mobile phone and walked aside to make a call.

The subordinates looked at each other, thinking that the boss was looking for support, but when the other party came back, they got a sentence: "This case is not under our control, pack up, and another team will be here soon."

There are arrangements at the top, and those at the bottom can only obey orders, and can't chirp with questions.

About 10 minutes later, a stylish black commercial vehicle was parked on the side of the road outside the alley.

A well-dressed man got out of the car, with a bag on one shoulder and a compass in his hand, with sharp eyes, he walked straight to the front of the police camp.

The captain seemed to know each other, and greeted politely: "Mr. Li."

Wu Weiwei beside Chen Ling suddenly let out a groan, and looked at Mr. Li as if he was looking at something strange.

"You know him?" Chen Ling asked him.

"I know him, but he doesn't know me." Wu Weiwei took out his phone, found a photo and clicked on it.

Chen Ling took it over and took a look, thinking it should be the webpage profile of a staff member of a certain unit.

Because of the pixels and the size of the original webpage photos, everyone's facial features were somewhat blurred, and they were only vaguely recognizable. The third person from the bottom was the person called by the police, named Li Hongyu.

As for other related introductions, the fonts are too small to see why.

"So who the hell is he?"

When Chen Ling returned the phone, he heard Li Hongyu nodding slightly to the police captain not far away, with great style: "Leave the rest to me."

The captain nodded again and again, and asked again: "The corpse..."

"Take it away." Li Hongyu waved his hand, looked down at the compass, and walked towards Fanxing's carving room.

"He's more airy than me." Wu Weiwei said "tsk" and said to Brother Chen, "This man is the deputy captain of the special investigation department."

"Special Investigation Department?" Chen Ling heard of this department for the first time.

"You don't even know!" Wu Weiwei almost broke his voice, which attracted a lot of attention.

Chen Ling shook his head honestly.

"The Special Investigation Department is not a regular department. It selects personnel from various schools of magic to deal with supernatural events. Of course, there must be some people who come in and want to get a job." After Wu Weiwei finished speaking, he glanced at Li Hongyu again. "The deputy team leader of the first group personally went out, and this time's matter may not be simple."

Chen Ling squinted at him: "How do you know this?"

Wu Weiwei raised his eyebrows and said proudly: "Of course I know it from the group. Although the news in our group is gossip, it is highly accurate. I plan to develop it into the news network of our Yuhe Cemetery."

Chen Ling sighed sincerely: "You are really dedicated."

Wu Weiwei: "Where there is, it should be."

On the other side, Ding Junyuan saw the stranger walking straight towards his carving room, stepped over vigilantly, and blocked the door tightly.

"Sir, what can I do for you?"

"Are you the boss?" Li Hongyu's sharp eyes passed over and landed directly on the corridor behind Ding Junyuan, "Your carving room is not clean."

Ding Junyuan's expression changed, and he subconsciously looked at Chen Ling who was still standing outside the alley.

Chen Ling stepped forward, his eyes lowered, and he glanced at the compass in the opponent's hand. The pointer turned randomly, non-stop, and the closer he was to the carving room, the harder it turned.

Ding Junyuan followed the young man's gaze and asked in surprise, "What's going on?"

Chen Ling explained: "It means that there is evil yin in it, or unjust death, or violent death."

"This round and round circle means that thing is beside us?" Wu Weiwei looked around subconsciously, probably due to psychological effects, he suddenly felt cold.

Chen Ling shook his head: "No, the pointer keeps spinning, which means that Yin and Evil is in this space, but the exact location cannot be determined."

A trace of surprise flashed in Li Hongyu's eyes, and he turned his head to look at the young man who was speaking. He saw this man standing on the side of the road with another person muttering, and he thought it was a crowd of onlookers.

He frowned, but took a thorough look at Chen Ling in just three seconds. He didn't have a magic weapon or a work permit, so he should be a pheasant celestial master outside.

Chen Ling looked back generously: "Is there something wrong?"

Li Hongyu turned his head back coldly, not even wanting to give him a straight look: "The idlers leave immediately."