Relocation Brigade

Chen Ling and Wu Weiwei were invited by Ding Junyuan. As the host, he hadn't spoken yet, but this person who appeared suddenly opened his mouth to drive away the guests, and he was too despised.

His face turned cold: "Mr. Li, I invited these two to help with Feng Shui."

"The things here have nothing to do with Fengshui." Li Hongyu walked forward without looking back, and said lightly, "But the legs are on your body, so you can leave or stay at will, but don't blame me if something happens. I didn't remind you."

Wu Weiwei: "..." This sentence sounds familiar.

Chen Ling cast a glance at Wu Weiwei, Master Wu, that's right, you just told me not long ago.

Wu Weiwei took the lead to look away from his brother Chen's eyes, and said awkwardly: "Brother Chen, let's go in and have a look."

Ding Junyuan didn't have a good impression of Li Hongyu, he was too young and arrogant. In comparison, although Chen Ling was younger, he had a good attitude and was very comfortable to get along with.

He also said, "Mr. Chen, please come inside."

The group of three fell behind, and followed Li Hongyu to walk upstairs and downstairs, and finally returned to Ding Junyuan's office on the first floor.

The pointer of the compass continued to rotate tirelessly, while the brow of the person holding the compass became more and more wrinkled, as if confused.

Chen Ling thought of something, and pressed his trouser pocket through the cloth, and the Sanqing bell did not vibrate, which meant that the yin energy detected by the compass did not pose a threat at all.

If the carving room really has the so-called evil yin, then he must either hide it at this time, or disperse his yin energy, otherwise when the compass touches the place with the heaviest yin energy, it will definitely stop turning and vibrate pointing somewhere.

Li Hongyu put away the compass and said seriously: "Mr. Ding, I'm going to stay in the carving room tonight, please help me make arrangements."

There is no quilt in the carving room, so people can't make it out by magic tricks. Ding Junyuan said helplessly, "Mr. Li, our carving room doesn't have a rest room, and we don't provide accommodation for students. There is really no way to stay overnight."

"Then bring a quilt from your house, and I'll make the floor." Li Hongyu dictated.

Although this person didn't introduce his background, since he was coordinated by the police, he was most likely a government worker. Ding Jun was far from being able to refuse directly, and was about to nod his head when Wu Weiwei suddenly spoke.

"Are you trying to steal business from us?"

Li Hongyu crossed his arms and sneered: "Do I need to grab it? Do you really think you can handle it?"

No name was named, but his eyes had already fallen on Chen Ling. It was self-evident who he was speaking to.

Chen Ling's stabbing was neither painful nor itchy, it didn't matter, anyway, it depends on its own ability, and the country didn't say that wild celestial masters are not allowed to come out to make a living.

He grabbed Wu Weiwei, who was about to explode, and asked, "If Li Hongyu handles this case, will Mr. Ding also pay them?"

"Of course!" Wu Weiwei said, "Generally speaking, after the matter is over, the Special Investigation Department will send a bill, and the price is not low."

Chen Ling let out an "ah", he thought that the state | the institution was for the people, and the Special Investigation Department naturally had the duty of exorcising the evil spirits of the victims.

Wu Weiwei knew what he was thinking when he saw Brother Chen's expression, and curled his lips: "Otherwise, where do you think the repair expenses for those Taoist temples come from every year? The Special Investigation Department is actually just called the National Special Investigation Department , are actually non-governmental organizations affiliated with religious associations."

I don't know if it was intentional, but everyone in the office heard the whisper.

"Mr. Li." Ding Junyuan thought for a while, walked up to Li Hongyu, and asked with a smile, "Then can you tell me how much I would have to pay if you were to solve this matter?"

"do not know."

These three words by Li Hongyu had a huge effect.

Mr. Ding's heart skipped a beat, and he said that he didn't know, wouldn't it be the same as wanting as much as he wanted?It must be safer to cooperate with someone who negotiated the price in advance.

He smiled and said, "Mr. Li is like this. Things come first and then. Since Mr. Chen and Mr. Wu came first, it's better to leave this matter to them."

According to Li Hongyu's temper, he turned around and left a long time ago, but thinking of the new Wealth Temple that his Taoist temple was about to build, he just suppressed the urge to leave.

"They can't solve it." His tone was firm, as if he had foreseen the result, "But if Mr. Ding insists on this, in order to prevent things from getting worse, I will stay and watch them."

"Who wants you to watch." Wu Weiwei said very bluntly, "Isn't it just a matter of money and trying to grab the order?"

The face of Li Hongyu on the opposite side was almost distorted.

Chen Ling held back his smile, reached out and grabbed Wu Weiwei's back collar, walked out, and said to Ding Junyuan, "Mr. Ding, can you give me a list of the students who dropped out of school?"

"Of course." Ding Junyuan immediately took out a folder from the drawer, knowing that Chen Ling and Li Hongyu didn't want to be in the same room with Li Hongyu, so he walked out without hesitation.

Li Hongyu had never been so neglected by others before. When he was on a mission before, he was always held in the palm of his hand.

Fortunately, today, when I met two and a half fools, I was so angry that Ding Junyuan followed him to save face.

After thinking about it, he took out the compass again, and the pointer turned dazzled, and he became even more fucking angry!

Chen Ling took the file folder and found an empty room at random, and head to head with Wu Weiwei, summing up the characteristics of those who chose to drop out.

70.00% of them are girls, more of them learn clay sculpture, and a few learn painting.The other 30.00% of the male students are basically learning clay sculpture, only two of them are learning sculpture.

With such a comparison, the problem arises.

People who choose clay sculpture must be because of hobbies and interests, but since they have chosen, why give up halfway.

Wu Weiwei looked up at the ceiling for a while and said, "Brother Chen, do you think it's because clay sculpture is too difficult to learn?"

"Probably not." Ding Junyuan, who had been silent all this time, took over and said, "A few of these students are still very talented. The teacher who teaches clay sculpture has praised them many times in front of me, and he even proposed to give things to those children before. Go to the exhibition."

"In that case, why didn't you learn it?" Wu Weiwei was confused.

Chen Ling tapped his fingers on the table, "Instead of guessing here and there, it's better to call and ask."

While speaking, he had already taken out his mobile phone and picked a boy's number on the file.

There was the clacking sound of high heels in the corridor outside the door.

Footsteps headed towards the office next door. After knocking on the door, someone outside said something, then knocked on Chen Ling's door again.

"Ms. Ding, can you move that statue?" The little girl at the front desk said with a bitter face, "The front desk is small, and it's hard for me to pass by that thing blocking it."

Only then did Ding Junyuan remember about the statue, and said sorry and walked out, "I'll move it right away."

Chen Ling stopped dialing, and was persistently curious about the huge black bag. As soon as he went out, he saw Ding Junyuan struggling to hold the black bag that was as tall as a person and heading towards him.

"Let me help you." He took the initiative to step forward and reached out to help.

Half of the weight was taken off at once, Ding Junyuan took an exaggerated breath, and said with a smile, "Thank you."

Chen Ling said no thanks, and asked, "What's in it, it's so heavy."

"It's a clay sculpture of a female figure, and it's been done for a long time." Ding Junyuan looked back at the road and said doubtfully, "Actually, this statue is very beautiful, as agile as a real person, but it's a pity that I didn't find someone who knew it people."

Chen Ling remembered what happened yesterday afternoon, "When I left yesterday afternoon, I saw you carried it into the car."

"I found a buyer, but after only letting it go for a day, they said they don't want it." Mr. Ding murmured, "It's because I've been watching it for a long time and I'm so scared."

Chen Ling paused, and was about to open the bag to have a look on the spot, when the office door was pulled open by a hand.

Li Hongyu came out from inside and unzipped the black belt first, revealing a stiff face of mud gray.

He held the compass in his hand and moved back and forth over the clay sculpture. The same as before, the compass still rotated without any other abnormalities.

Both Chen Ling and Ding Junyuan had some difficulty moving, and their legs began to weaken: "Mr. Li, if you don't plan to get out of the way, can you please help me?"

Li Hongyu took a look and saw that the arms of the people at both ends were shaking with exhaustion, so he sneered and helped to lift them up.

The gravity on the arm suddenly became much less. Chen Ling took a deep breath, put his hand back, and said with a smile: "Please help Mr. Ding to lift it, I'll go drink some water."

Li Hongyu: "..."

Wu Weiwei, who was following behind, silently applauded Brother Chen.

Chen Ling went back to the previous room and started calling. The first one couldn't be connected, the second one was hung up, and the third one answered it. It's just that he just explained that he wanted to ask the reason for withdrawing from the class. He showed great resistance at first, but finally revealed that since he came to the carving room, he always had nightmares, either dreaming that he was thrown into the water, or dreaming that his mouth and nose were covered with mud.

The engraving room was too cloudy, which affected the minds of the students, so they were trapped in terrible nightmares at night.

Chen Ling thought of the female clay sculpture that was moved by Ding Junyuan, and Zhou Wenhui who drowned after lying behind the garbage dump behind the carving room.

These two things happened to correspond to the two scenes in the nightmare, but no matter how they were connected, he couldn't connect the mud with the water.

The screen was locked with the drooping eyes, and his eyes turned suddenly. Just at the moment when he drooped his eyes, he seemed to catch a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye.

Standing up and walking towards the corner, black mold was all over the place, making one's scalp numb.

"Moisture and shady places are prone to mold growth, but the fungus you see right now is more special." A person appeared out of nowhere beside him. to the top of the young man's head.

Chen Ling: "Jiangyu."

The old ancestor seemed to be very concerned about his age, and he would not dare to call him old sir in front of his face.

"Yeah." Jiang Yu's slender arm passed over the young man's shoulder, and some mildew spots were spotted on his white fingertips, "It's called ghost face mildew, and it only appears in damp, dark places, and places where evil appears. .”

Chen Ling froze all over, not daring to move, as long as he got up together, his back would be pressed against the man's chest.

Seeing him squatting on the ground like a log, Wu Weiwei shouted from the air: "Brother Chen, what are you looking at?"

While talking, he walked towards the corner, wanting to join in the fun.

"Don't come here." Even though he knew Wu Weiwei couldn't see, Chen Ling still felt guilty, "Your coming here will affect my thinking."

Nothing is as important as Brother Chen's thinking. If he figured it out, 60 yuan would fall from Ding Junyuan's pocket to theirs.

Wu Weiwei took a few steps back again and again, and pressed his back against the corner farthest from Chen Ling.

Chen Ling: "..." What's the matter with being a bit silly.

Chen Ling closed his eyes, gritted his molars and said, "Mr. Jiang, can you step back a bit, I can't move like this."

Jiang Yu let out a faint "hmm", turned around and sat down on the podium behind him, with one leg resting on the ground and the other bent leisurely on the side of the podium, with his arms folded across his chest, he pointed out flatly: "You Didn't see me today."

Only then did Chen Ling remember that he was so busy making money that he forgot about his new friends.

He coaxed in a low voice: "Go back and make it up for you, can I burn two more sticks of incense?"

Jiang Yu's eyelids were half closed, covering his light-colored pupils, "No need."

He raised his head slightly, his cold eyes swept around, he snorted lightly, and there was a flash of disgust in his eyes, then he raised his arm and dropped it on the young man's shoulder, bringing him in front of him.

"You have been in the studio for so long, what did you find?"

"Basically, I didn't find anything." Chen Ling shook his head, feeling a little uncomfortable with the hand on his shoulder.

Just as he was about to break free, he heard Jiang Yu remind him, "Earth binding spirit."

Suddenly forgot about the intimate posture of the two.

The resentment and hatred left by people after death combine with the earth to form a spirit body, which is forced to be bound here for some reason, so it is called the earth-bound spirit.They were born for hatred, and they only thought of revenge in their hearts. They were restrained by the surrounding environment for a long time, and gradually merged, extending from the invisible gas to any corner of this limited environment.

That's why Li Hongyu's compass spins erratically.

Tired of squatting, Chen Ling simply put one knee on the ground, wondering what kind of hatred Zhou Wenhui had with the Earth Binding Spirit in the carving room, and whether it had something to do with Ding Junyuan.

Wu Weiwei waited for a while, and couldn't help it: "Brother Chen, have you figured out the result yet?"

Chen Ling said no, looked around quietly, and found that Jiang Yu was not there, raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and said to Wu Weiwei: "This matter is caused by the earth binding spirit, let's go to Mr. Ding first."

As soon as the voice fell, there was a dull loud noise, which came from the back of the corridor.

Chen Ling opened the door and rushed out, followed closely by Wu Weiwei, who still had the time to ask: "Brother Chen, who were you talking to just now?" It was weird.

"Talk to yourself." Chen Ling wouldn't blush when he lied, and what he said was true.

Wu Weiwei believed it.

The houses along the road were all empty, and there was no one there. The only room where the sound could be heard was the place where Master Sun placed the stele.

As it got closer and closer, Chen Ling felt the Sanqing bell in his pocket start to vibrate, and finally rang by himself.

Li Hongyu also rushed out, and Sanqingling was forced to ring with the swing of his arm.

The two looked at each other, and saw the embarrassment of the magic weapon in their eyes.

He didn't know whether he was trying to steal business or just running fast, Wu Weiwei watched helplessly that the man surnamed Li arrived at the utility room before them, and knocked open the door with his shoulder sideways.

The moment the door opened, Chen Ling's brass bell suddenly fell silent, indicating that the ghost with evil thoughts had left.

In the room, Ding Junyuan's eyes were wide open, his limbs were spread out and he was lying on the ground, his body was twitching non-stop, his mouth was wide open to the extreme, and there was a strange sound of breathing in his throat, as if his throat was stuck by something.

Chen Ling knelt on the ground with one knee, and just as he was about to help him up, he lightly tapped Ding Junyuan's forehead covered in cold sweat with one hand before him.

——It's Jiang Yu.

In Ding Junyuan's eyes, blood streaks crawled out quickly as if they had a life of their own, and entangled the pupils.

His waist arched upwards, and his chest heaved more and more. Seeing that he was about to die, his tense body suddenly relaxed, and he sat up suddenly, holding his chest and spitting out a mouthful of black filth.

"Cough, cough, cough..." Ding Junyuan coughed violently, and he kept coughing up black things from his lungs.

After an unknown amount of time, he finally calmed down, covered his throat with his hands, and looked around in horror.

Chen Ling patted him on the shoulder and comforted him: "Mr. Ding, calm down, you're fine now."

Ding Junyuan closed his eyes, pressed his forehead that was in pain, and the blue veins on the forehead twitched.

Li Hongyu didn't have the patience to wait for him to calm down completely, so he asked condescendingly, "Mr. Ding, what did you meet just now?" He ran over the vomited dirt with his feet, "What you vomited out was mud and sand, and It's a bit different from the clay used for clay sculpture in your carving room."

Chen Ling didn't feel disgusted either, so he found a wire nearby and fiddled with the vomit twice.

Looking up at Li Hongyu, he pointed out the mistake seriously: "There is also a little yellow mud inside, look, there are some off-white things."

Li Hongyu glanced sideways, and gave a perfunctory "Oh". After a few seconds, seeing that Ding Junyuan didn't answer, he reminded impatiently, "Mr. Ding, I hope you can answer my question."

"After Mr. Li helped me move the clay sculpture to the door, he went back to the office..." Ding Junyuan rubbed his forehead, his voice hoarse, "I just moved the things into the utility room by myself. I just put the things in the utility room. The light in the room went out. Then, then I heard the sound of dripping water..."

The sound of water fell at his feet, and Ding Junyuan deliberately raised his hand upwards in order to determine whether the ceiling was leaking.

It was supposed to be empty air, but he encountered a sticky wetness, and a strange chill spread along his fingertips, as if to cater to this feeling, he actually felt that there was something silky, Tangled down from above and wrapped around his head.

The stuff poured wildly into his eyes, nose, mouth, and ears.

The darkness blinded his eyes, but magnified all his senses. Ding Junyuan only felt that his whole body was covered with that inexplicable stickiness, tightly bound.

His breathing became difficult because of the foreign object in his throat, and the suffocation burned his lungs...

When Ding Junyuan talked about these things, his throat kept trembling, and the frightening stickiness seemed to still stick to his skin, spreading inch by inch, from his forehead to his cheeks, then to his chin, neck, and shoulders... This kind of thought was like poison in his mind continues to spread.

"Mr. Ding, you are safe now." Chen Ling put his hand on Ding Junyuan's shoulder, tightened his fingers slightly, and pressed down gently.

The warmth of the young man's palm passed through the shirt into the skin, slowly spreading like water, suppressing the fear that had blocked his throat.

Ding Junyuan closed his eyes and took a breath, his emotions calmed down, his voice was still unsteady: "I really don't know what that is, I'm not even sure if it's something I imagined..."

"It's not a fantasy." Li Hongyu tapped his foot next to the dirty, "This is the evidence."

Looking at the indistinct black and yellow objects, Ding Junyuan's complexion, which had recovered with difficulty, became even paler, and his body was crumbling like a bamboo pole.

Fearing that he would faint from fright, Chen Ling put his hand against his back, "Let's go out first."

"What are you going out for?" Li Hongyu seemed to focus on investigating this new crime location, "That thing may still be here, I want to stay for investigation, and I want to go out, you go out."

Chen Ling ignored him, pushed Ding Junyuan and walked out.

Wu Weiwei snorted coldly at Li Hongyu, folded his arms and went out with the people in front of him.

Ding Junyuan was frightened, trembling all over, looking left for a while, looking right for a while, Chen Ling poured him a glass of water, then quietly stood aside, staring at the coffee table in a daze, thinking about Ding Junyuan's previous descriptions.

Cold, wet, stretching, entangled, pouring in, and when they broke in, Ding Junyuan had difficulty breathing.

Evil ghosts often retain the state before death. The first two descriptions reminded him of Zhou Wenhui who died in the back alley.

Her body was wet, her wet black hair covered her entire face, the black things in her nails looked like sand, and her swollen body seemed to have been soaked for several days.

A vague idea came to Chen Ling's mind, and he said unconsciously: "Is it a drowned water ghost?"

"Yes, and no." The voice that disappeared for a long time came to my ears again.

Chen Ling tilted his head subconsciously, and the tip of his ear happened to brush something soft. He was stunned for a moment, and a face appeared in his mind, and his face flushed suddenly.

Did you touch Jiang Yu's lips just now?No no, it must be somewhere else.

But how can other places be so soft, it must be the lips.

Chen Ling was about to be driven crazy by himself, so he pretended to be calm, took out his mobile phone and typed: [I thought you were gone]

"En." The man replied in a low voice, the tone of which was like a deep cello hovering in his heart.

Chen Ling was silent, this must be the legendary Su Yin.

He lifted his buttocks and moved an inch to the side, trying to stay away from the man, and continued to type: [What did you mean just now]

"Literally." Jiang Yu said, "The fun of deciphering lies in the process of exploration, and you need a lot of experience to improve yourself."

Chen Ling also knows that he is weak, and he almost blush when he is said, but when he thinks about it carefully, the honest words are harsh, how many people in this world are willing to comment on your shortcomings and shortcomings face to face?There is no doubt that Jiang Yu does have the potential to develop into a bosom friend.

He secretly decided that he should treat his ancestors better in the future and not take advantage of others' advice.

At least when I go back tonight, I will offer a roast chicken first.

Chen Ling: "Thank you."

"Yes." Jiang Yu agreed, and said inexplicably, "Goodbye."

Chen Ling thought that he was just telling him to leave, so he didn't say a word. After a while, seeing that there was no movement around him, he quietly crawled to the next door with his fingers, and there was nothing but air.

At this time, Ding Junyuan's face had returned to normal, and Wu Weiwei ran to pour him a cup of hot water. After staring at the person and drinking half of it, he asked nervously, "Mr. Ding, how do you feel?"

"Cold." Ding Junyuan's voice tightened.

Chen Ling took out a talisman and lit it, and put it into the remaining half glass of water: "Drink it up."

Ding Junyuan looked at the dark thing in the cup, couldn't put his mouth down, and wanted to vomit just looking at it.

"You have been entangled by Yin and evil, and there will be residual Yin and bad Qi on your body." Chen Ling looked at him indifferently, "It's okay not to drink, but it's easy to run into ghosts recently."

Ding Junyuan almost jumped up, held the cup in both hands and poured it into his mouth.

Putting down the glass with a bang, he hiccupped, and the burnt-smelling liquid flowed upwards. He quickly covered his mouth with both hands, for fear that the water would be spit out and waste everything.

Chen Ling: "..." The contrast between the front and the back is too great.

He sat back on the sofa, crossed his fingers, and looked up at Ding Junyuan: "Mr. Ding, there is something I hope you can answer truthfully."

Ding Junyuan immediately sat up straight, his face must be serious: "You ask."

"Do you have any other relationship with Zhou Wenhui?"

"Of course not!" Ding Junyuan cried out for himself with a bitter face, "It's all Zhou Wenhui's mother's nonsense. She and I are just ordinary teachers and students."

Chen Ling just stared at the person without saying a word.

Ding Junyuan seemed to be struggling, and without blinking, his face was open.

Chen Ling was sure that this person was not lying, and he continued, "Has there been any murders in the carving room before?"

"No." Ding Junyuan hardly thought about it, "absolutely not during the time I took over. As for the previous boss, I'm not sure."

Only then did Chen Ling know that Ding Junyuan was not the first owner of this carving room.

"There is actually a previous owner?" He asked, "Why did he transfer this carving room to you?"

"The previous owner did not do sculpture, but an art gallery, and it is very famous. Before the relocation, it has always been the top three on Dianping.com. Time Corridor."

Wu Weiwei's hands and feet were faster, and he immediately opened the mobile browser and turned to the netizen's comments about the Time Corridor on a certain life review website.

Chen Ling was puzzled: "Since the business is very good, why didn't it open again?"

"The boss said he was tired from work and wanted to rest." Ding Junyuan said, "Some people feel content when they earn a certain amount of money, and want to enjoy life, which is understandable."

Chen Ling couldn't understand. He looked at Wu Weiwei's mobile phone on the coffee table. The former boss's face was really not good.

The forehead is low and narrow, uneven, and not plump. Most of these people have bad intentions and small stomachs.His eyes are also not very good, the eyeballs are small, and the whites of the eyes are exposed on the lower eye sockets, and he can feel his gloomyness through the photos.

Not to mention him, even Wu Weiwei could see that this was not a kind-hearted face.

He bumped Chen Ling with his arm, and whispered, "Will the former boss be tricky?"

Chen Ling shook his head and said he didn't know, "Let's check." He raised his eyes and asked again, "Has Mr. Ding's carving room been redecorated?"

"No, the previous art gallery was decorated in a very good style, simple and elegant. After taking over, I just asked the decoration company to help separate the classrooms and offices. I have not touched the walls and floors."

Chen Ling asked again: "Have you found anything like a Buddhist pagoda, talisman paper, or gossip mirror?"

"No." Ding Junyuan was still immersed in the youth's previous questions, and his heart beat suddenly: "Mr. Chen, why did you mention the murder case just now?"

"Because he suspects that the earth binding spirit is at work here." Li Hongyu opened the door and entered.

Wu Weiwei complained in a low voice: "I don't know if I just arrived at the door, or if I have been standing in the corridor and eavesdropping."

"I didn't!" Li Hongyu's face was livid, he glanced at Chen Ling, then turned to look at Ding Junyuan, "You must have died here, or hidden the body, Boss Ding, if you want to solve the problem, I advise you not to hide anything .”

"I really don't have it!" Ding Junyuan was extremely helpless, "If there is, the police will definitely have a record, and the neighbors next door will definitely know about it. If you don't believe me, you can ask."

Chen Ling's gaze was still hanging on the photo of his former boss, those eyes with the lower whites exposed, seemed to be able to be seen through the lens.

Just as he was about to retract his eyes, a strange thing happened. The corners of the middle-aged man's mouth in the photo slowly rolled down, and the black eyeballs suddenly hung up, half blocked by the upper eyelids.

"Damn it!" Wu Weiwei just turned his head and was startled.

Chen Ling was also uncomfortable with the sudden change of face, he locked the screen and pushed the phone back to the person next to him.

Wu Weiwei was 12 points disgusted: "Brother Chen, why are you pushing me, I don't want to touch it." Now he wants to rush out and throw the phone into the trash can.

So evil.

Why did the photo, which was clearly a smiling photo, suddenly turned into a gloomy, terrifying face full of resentment.

Chen Ling stood up with his bag in his hand: "I'm afraid something will happen." Looking at Ding Junyuan with a blank face: "Do you have the contact information of the former boss?"

"No..." Ding Junyuan said, "After the handover, I called him once, but he couldn't get through. It should be because he changed his number."

Chen Ling: "Where's your home address?"

"do not know……"

"Then how do we investigate?" Wu Weiwei was speechless, and whispered in Chen Ling's ear, "The photo just now is so weird, this person may have a bloody disaster in the near future." If it is serious, he may lose his life.

Chen Ling's parents have nothing to do with the police or the government, so there is no way to find them out, but one of the two uncles of the Chen family is in business and the other is in politics. Unfortunately, they stopped seeing each other after the separation.

"I can find out where the other person is." Li Hongyu said suddenly, then turned his back and went to make a phone call.

Chen Ling found that even if this person asked for help, he would use an orderly tone and his attitude was cold.

After a while, Li Hongyu hung up the phone, left without saying anything.

Chen Ling: "..."

Wu Weiwei pointed at his back in shock: "How could he do this!"

"I'll think of another way." After much deliberation, Chen Ling could only find Jiang's family.

Jiang Shengxing's call was connected quickly, but the surrounding environment was noisy, but for some reason, his tone of speech became cautious, not as casual as before.

Chen Ling didn't think too much about it, and didn't waste time with pleasantries: "Mr. Jiang, I want to trouble you for something."

Jiang Shengxing: "Mr. Chen, tell me."

"I want to check the personal information of the owner of Time Corridor, the more detailed the better." As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a familiar voice, and Chen Ling wondered why Master was with the Jiang family.

He was afraid that he had heard it wrong, so he asked tentatively, "Mr. Jiang, are you in Yuhe Mountain now?"

"Yes, I am...discussing some things with Mr. Zhao." Jiang Shengxing paused, as if covering the receiver with his hands, his voice sounded muffled, as if there was nothing, "What else do you need, I will send it right away people to do it."

"No." The answer was more familiar, and he had just heard it a few minutes ago.

Why is Jiang Yu here? !

Chen Ling suddenly had a bad premonition, which lingered urgently in his heart, making him restless.

Jiang Shengxing's voice came from the receiver again: "I have already ordered what you just told me, but it just takes a little time."

Chen Ling suppressed the strange emotion in his heart: "How long?"

"Tomorrow will be the soonest." Jiang Shengxing said.

Chen Ling thanked Ji nonchalantly, and hung up the phone, but he couldn't recover for a long time, his mind was full of Jiang Yu's voice.

"Brother Chen, what's the matter, can you find out?" Wu Weiwei raised his hand and bumped Chen Ling's arm.

Chen Ling regained consciousness, nodded and said, "The result will not be until tomorrow." After reassuring himself, he looked at Ding Junyuan, "Mr. Ding, I suggest that you close the carving room in the near future, which is beneficial to you and other students. benefit."

Ding Junyuan nodded heavily and agreed: "Listen to you."

It was impossible to find the hiding place of the ground binding spirit for a while, and it was impossible to bulldoze the three-story building directly, so the work could only come to an end temporarily.

Before leaving, Chen Ling gave Ding Junyuan an amulet, but it was returned.

"Mr. Chen, I really don't dare to stay alone, can I..." Ding Junyuan looked at the young man eagerly, restrained his shame and asked, "Can I stay with you all these days?"

Chen Ling said one thing: "It is possible, but the place I live in is relatively simple, and you have to pay living expenses."

Ding Junyuan didn't expect that the young man was still a money fanatic, so he stayed for two seconds: "No problem, you have the final say on how much you pay."

In fact, Chen Ling didn't want to dig and search like this, but he was short of money, and when he thought of the big hole in Yuhe Mountain, he wanted to sigh.It is said that everything is difficult at the beginning, and now he has personally experienced the hardships of starting a business.

Hui Yu and Shan were driven by Ding Junyuan, they hurried and finally arrived at the foot of the mountain before lunch.

From a long distance, Chen Ling saw white smoke coming out of the chimney of the kitchen in his courtyard.

Zhao Xunchang is a big slob, it is impossible for him to take the initiative to cook... For some reason, he thought of Jiang Yu again.

Thinking of this, the pace of his feet became faster and faster, and finally he simply ran, and stopped outside his courtyard door panting.

There were voices in the yard, it was Zhao Xunchang's voice, and the tone was not as lazy and casual as usual.

He pushed open the gate with both hands, and there was a round stone table in the northeast direction of the yard, surrounded by four stone benches, and four people were sitting on the benches, the most eye-catching one was a man in a dark gray striped shirt. young man.

The man dressed casually, with the buttons on his collar unbuttoned, revealing a slender neck and a little straight collarbone. His sleeves were also rolled up above his arms, making his forearm look slender and beautiful.

Chen Ling glanced at the opponent's legs propped on the ground leisurely, and finally fixed on the ground.He secretly swallowed his saliva, wondering how his ancestor could appear in his small courtyard in good condition, and Jiang Shengxing was by his side.

Jiang Shengxing was sitting on the left hand side of Jiang Yu. Seeing the young man enter the door, he got up and said with a smile, "Mr. Chen, we meet again."

Chen Ling was stunned and did not respond.

Zhao Xunchang raised his fist to his mouth and coughed lightly: "It's just in time to come back, there is something I want to tell you."

"What?" Chen Ling subconsciously looked over.

His intuition told him that this matter had something to do with the Jiang family.

Zhao Xunchang said: "Isn't our Yuhe Mountain Cemetery still short of people? Master has recruited a new one for you, this Mr. Jiang."

Chen Ling followed Master's hand to introduce him, and looked all the way to Jiang Yu's face. When he touched his eyes, the man nodded slightly, without moving the corners of his lips.

Wu Weiwei led Ding Junyuan into the door at this time, pointed at Jiang Yu's face like a fool and said, "I remember you, you are Brother Chen's friend."

Jiang Yu stood up, his originally restrained momentum spread out with his tall and straight posture, and he said, "Hello."

Zhao Xunchang's complexion changed slightly, he wiped his cold sweat with a handkerchief, and introduced to Wu Weiwei with a smile: "Xiao Wu, this is Jiang Yu, next will be your colleague, and at the same time, he is also an investor of our Yuhe Cemetery. "

Chen Ling murmured: "Why don't I know?"

"This is something that I discussed with Mr. Zhao half an hour ago." Jiang Shengxing got up from the stone table and walked around in front of Chen Ling. "The Yuhe Cemetery has a beautiful design and a quiet environment, and it just caters to the current unified funeral. Whether it is me and Mr. Jiang Yu personally, or within the group, I think this is a very worthwhile investment project."

Chen Ling: "..."

There was indeed a new life under the poked weeds, but it was far from the so-called quiet environment.

Is it really okay for Mr. Jiang to open his eyes and talk nonsense like you?

There is no such thing as a free lunch, Chen Ling asked, "What about the conditions?"

Zhao Xunchang also walked up to the little apprentice: