Relocation Brigade

After all, it was summer, not long after being wrapped in the blanket, Chen Ling felt sweaty all over, the bathrobe stuck to his body sticky, the previous bath was considered wasted.

He adjusted his posture slightly, opened his eyes, and tilted his head to listen to external sounds.

The surroundings are quiet, but the depression on the bed next to the side is still there. It seems that the ancestor has not left yet, and is stubbornly guarding outside.

Chen Ling turned his head sideways and pressed his cheek against his forearm, the heat continued.

Tsk, he thought in distress, what's wrong with him, obviously everyone is a man, what's wrong with flirting.But Jiang Yu can always force him to hide with a few words, and occasionally responding positively is just a bluff.

Chen Ling was depressed and couldn't help sighing heavily. Could it be that he was born naturally and didn't know it?

"It's hot in the quilt, come out." Along with the voice, there was also a force to grab the quilt.

Chen Ling pulled the quilt back subconsciously, and a buzzing voice came out from under the quilt, "I just sleep like this, you go to your own bed."

Jiang Yu pointed out lightly: "The bed under you is mine."

Chen Ling suddenly felt that his butt was on fire, burning all the way to his forehead along his back. He stood up suddenly, and glared at Jiang Yu with a flushed face: "Can't we switch?"

"Okay." Jiang Yu raised his eyebrows, pulled a piece of paper from the bedside table between the two beds and pressed it on the young man's forehead.

The white paper towel was tightly attached to the skin due to sweat, and Chen Ling's vision was blocked by a piece of white. He was about to pull it off with his hands when a shadow approached, and a cold breath rushed towards him.

"You can say whatever you want." Jiang Yu dropped the words, got up and went to the opposite bed, and turned off the light in the room thoughtfully.

Chen Ling sat blankly for a few seconds, then threw his upper body onto the bed in anger, rolled half a circle with his legs under the quilt, buried his face in it, and closed his eyes to force himself to calm down.

The moonlight is gratifying, and the silver moonlight shines in from the window, drawing black shadows for every decoration in the house.

Chen Ling counted the time silently in his heart, and when the breathing on the bed next door became calm, he sat up hugging the quilt that was messed up, and let out a silent breath.

Because of what happened before, his brain was always in a state of excitement, and he couldn't fall asleep no matter what.

I want to sit up and play games for a while, but I am afraid that my ancestors will know.

He stared hard at the opposite side. The man was sleeping peacefully, lying on his left side, with one bent arm pressed under his head, and the other casually resting on the side of the pillow.

The not-so-bright light gently blurred his facial features, making one unable to help but want to get closer to get rid of the haze.

It was cold under his feet, and when Chen Ling realized it, he had already stepped on the ground.

He bowed his head and stomped his feet vigorously. How could this foot move against the owner's will?

So outrageous!

He sat back on the bed, forcibly diverted his attention, and sent Wu Weiwei a message: [Is there any abnormality found].

Wu Weiwei was dozing off at the moment, and was awakened by the vibration of the mobile phone, his heart was pounding, he pressed his chest and took a deep breath to adjust.

Five or six times in a row, the palpitation-like feeling subsided, and he turned on his phone to reply to the message: [No].

The message was sent successfully, he rubbed his heavy eyelids, and planned to get out of bed to drink water, but found that the opposite bed was empty, the quilts were neatly folded, and there were a few wrinkles on the sheets that had been sat on.

Wu Weiwei quickly grabbed his phone and sent him a message to Brother Chen: [Li Hongyu is missing].

As soon as Chen Ling received the news, he changed his bathrobe quietly, went out from the room, closed the door gently with his backhand, and came outside Wu Weiwei's room.

Wu Weiwei heard the noise from the door, opened the door, and poked his head out.

After confirming that it was Chen Ling, he opened the door completely, "Go in and talk."

"No." Sifang Mountain, surrounded by plants, was actually a bit chilly in the middle of the night. Chen Ling touched his arm, "He must have heard something, let's go out and have a look."

Wu Weiwei also felt a little cold, so he pulled off the two thin quilts on the bed, and gave him one to Brother Chen, "Put it on, so as not to catch a cold."

Chen Ling was also unambiguous, and shook off the cloak.

Like thieves, the two left lightly, stepping on the green light of the safe passage indicator above the corner line to the direction of the stairs.

The entire building has six floors, and they are already on the top floor, so they can only go down to find someone.

Stepping out of the dormitory door, Chen Ling suddenly shivered, "The temperature is lower than in the room."

"At least three to five degrees lower." Wu Weiwei clicked his tongue, "Fortunately, I brought the quilt."

Chen Ling nodded at him, "You are still smart and have the foresight."

Wu Weiwei laughed, and scratched the back of his head embarrassingly, "Where is it, so-so."

The two chatted quietly, and went down from the sixth floor to the fifth floor.

The light on the fifth floor was even more dim, and some of the safety exit lights were broken, and the corridor was divided into many sections by green dim light and darkness.Every small space cut by bright and dark light seems to contain some kind of danger.

Wu Weiwei stood in front of the door of the dormitory, swallowing nervously, "Brother Chen, we can see clearly from here, so don't go in."

"There are two paths, you go left, I go right." Chen Ling didn't give him a chance to refuse, before leaving, he thought of Wu Weiwei's rookie level, and stuffed him with a few more talismans.

The corridor should have a pattern that can be seen at a glance, but it has become elusive because of the weird light.

Chen Ling stepped on the green floor and stepped into the darkness ahead, and the place covered by the darkness happened to be the door of the room.

If you look carefully, you can even hear snoring coming from inside.

Going forward like this, I didn't even see a ghost, let alone a living person as big as Li Hongyu.The two met at the gate of the dormitory, and Wu Weiwei's answer was also that there was no one.

Chen Ling gestured, "Go to the fourth floor."

The fourth floor is the office area, and the layout is much more complicated than that of the dormitory floor.

Chen Ling led Wu Weiwei down the stairs and turned a corner to the office area on the fourth floor.This floor has been transformed into a large flat floor with countless small cubicles. Only the innermost part has two offices separated by glass walls.

After searching carefully, the two continued to go down, the third floor, the second floor, and finally heard a strange sound on the first floor.

The sound spread in the flowing air, boom, boom, boom, boom...

Crisp, like something hard hitting a board.Chen Ling and Wu Weiwei looked at each other, motioned him to lighten his steps, and then led the people slowly towards the sound source area.

As the voice grew louder, Chen Ling became nervous. He caught sight of something out of the corner of his eye, and he stopped abruptly, reaching out his hand to cover Wu Weiwei's head that was leaning forward.

Wu Weiwei staggered a step backwards because of this gear, his butt hit the office chair, and the wheels rolled.

Seeing that the chair was about to hit the desk, a hand suddenly stretched out from behind the desk, blocked it, and fixed it in place.

Li Hongyu nodded to the two people who were looking at him in surprise, and raised a finger to signal to keep quiet.

The thud is not continuous, it will stop after a certain period of time, and then continue to ring tirelessly.Chen Ling suppressed his anxiety, not daring to make any movements, and raised his chin towards the window, letting Wu Weiwei look over.

There are lush green trees outside the office, the leaves are rustling in the breeze, a white shadow is facing the window, her hair crawls in along the window frame, swimming past the desks and benches like a snake, and around the small lattice Obstacles in the room, and headed towards a certain leader's office deep inside.

Chen Ling was in a position where he could see the scene in the office.

Those writhing hair seemed to be searching for something, rummaging through the office.But every time the thud sounded, it would pause, probably to identify the direction of the sound.

The office was turned upside down, and the tangled | bundles of hair withdrew unwillingly, lying quietly on the ground, waiting for the next bang.

Chen Lingxuan opened his eyes. Those black things on the ground were not real hair at all, but the aerial roots described by the security guard. After a closer look, he could find that each of the so-called hairs was thicker than normal. Straight, curvy, and some hairs have even finer, downy roots.

Wu Weiwei obviously noticed it too, tugged at Brother Chen's sleeve, and said with his mouth: "Xiaoyang?"

Chen Ling nodded, without thinking too much, made an offensive gesture to Li Hongyu, got up suddenly and rushed forward, stepping on a lock of hair with his foot.

There was a violent struggle under the feet, and the hair stretched infinitely, struggling to wrap around the youth's ankles, climbing up.

Chen Ling held out a talisman to ward off evil spirits, and at the same time bent down to grab the hair that had crawled up his thigh, and while letting go of his feet, he turned his wrist and forcibly peeled off the hair from his leg.

He was chanting a mantra, and when the words "run away quickly, hurry like a law" fell, a little flame burst out from the talisman paper pasted with aerial roots.

The talisman fire was weak at first, but gradually became stronger as the hair twisted and struggled, and the flames rushed towards the source along the hair.

Xiao Yang, who had been turning her back to the office, turned around suddenly. She kept her head down, but her hair fluttered without wind, and she began to launch a more violent attack.

"I was discovered... I'm so hungry, just enough to fill my stomach..." The murmuring voice was like a mother's gentle whisper, but it was full of malice.

There was a creaking sound of bones breaking, and the three of them clearly saw that under the moonlight, under the skin that was almost white, the uneven fractured surface slowly branched out, poking the skin.

The bones were staggered and adjusted to create the physique of an adult male.

Wu Weiwei was stunned, "Not Mrs. Tang?!"

"It's her, and it's not her." Li Hongyu took out the copper coin sword from behind and held it in his hand, "This is obviously another person's skin."

Looking at that strange, handsome face, Chen Ling complained in disgust: "I really wonder how ugly she is, and she still refuses to show her true face to others. This is not love of beauty, it is sickness."

Wu Weiwei nodded madly, "Yes, yes, Brother Chen, you are right."

"Before the first remains are accidentally discovered, there should be many more victims!" When Chen Ling quietly came out of the dormitory, he was afraid that his target was too big, so he just took the telescopic stick and talisman paper.

With great strength in his hand, he threw away the telescopic stick, picked up a stool with his left hand and threw it towards the window.

Xiaoyang's five fingers transformed into tree vines, rolled up the chair and threw it away, a strange smile appeared on the man's face, his tongue stuck out, like a snake letter split into two from the tip, and attacked Chen Ling from left to right.

Chen Ling shot down one head-on with a telescopic stick, but he couldn't take care of his back.

Li Hongyu reacted quickly, jumped from the desk with one foot and stepped over, and the copper coin sword blocked Chen Ling's back attack at the critical moment.

"Brother Chen!" Wu Weiwei knew that his ink fountain was useful, and he always carried it with him. He tied one end of the ink fountain string to the ballpoint pen he picked up from the ground, and threw it in the direction where Brother Chen was.

Chen Ling grabbed the ink fountain thread and threw it to Li Hongyu.

Li Hongyu understood, grabbed the thread and jumped out of the window, ran around Xiaoyang, and tied it firmly.

Xiao Yang was only suppressed for a short time, and broke free in a few moments.Her face was almost unable to maintain the current masculine appearance because of the rage, and the root-like things under the skin were writhing and undulating.

There was a strong wind all around, and the flowers, plants and trees were bent over, and countless leaves flew out from the mountains and the plantation area, entangled around Xiaoyang.

Boom, boom, boom, boom.

The long-quiet voice sounded again, and Xiao Yang seemed to have given up on finding the source of the sound and remained unmoved.

Chen Ling distractedly turned his head to look in the direction of the office, and Wu Weiwei whispered to him, "I'll go and have a look!"

As soon as he stepped out, a leaf flew in like a sharp blade. When it passed by, it cut a long and narrow scratch on the edge of the table, and then plunged into the concrete floor at Wu Weiwei's feet.

"Trough!" Wu Weiwei didn't stop the car, and his shoe kicked a leaf, directly cutting a hole.

Chen Ling's left hand was already holding the tip of the retractable stick, and he was about to break it open to release the cursed whip. He asked calmly, "Mrs. Tang, what were you looking for just now?"

The frequency of the agitation under Xiaoyang's skin accelerated, and some skin began to rupture and ooze blood because it could not bear the force of the root-like object below.

Just when the two sides were at war, Xiao Yang suddenly calmed down.

The attacker's hair was quickly retracted, the roots hidden under the skin returned to silence, and the bones on her body creaked again, and then turned into smoke and dissipated in the night.

"What's going on?" Wu Weiwei couldn't figure it out, "She was so murderous just now, she obviously didn't want to let us go, why did she give up all of a sudden."

Chen Ling lowered his eyes and reinstalled the half-dismantled telescopic stick. Wu Weiwei was right. Xiaoyang really wanted to kill them on the spot. His true colors will never be known.

"Don't think about it if you can't figure it out. Let's find out what is making the sound first." Chen Ling put the telescoping stick into his trouser pocket and looked back at Li Hongyu, "Are you ready?"

"En." Li Hongyu put away the copper coin sword, wrapped the ink fountain thread for Wu Weiwei, and threw it away.

Wu Weiwei caught it with both hands, ran up to the two of them, and asked, "Li Hongyu, why are you on the first floor? I remember that you were meditating on the opposite bed before I dozed off."

Li Hongyu: "I couldn't sleep, so I simply went downstairs to wander around, only to hear voices from the first floor."

Following Chen Ling's pace, entered the office, and continued: "Before you came in, Xiaoyang had already been here once, and the sound of the thud was not loud at that time, it was intermittent, and after she couldn't find the source of the sound, she went again other rooms."

"You've been staying here?" Chen Ling stopped, frowning and looking at the huge office.

Li Hongyu opened a cabinet door, which was empty, and gently closed the door, he continued: "Actually, I am not sure whether the voice is here or next door, because I am afraid that there is no chance of winning if I confront Xiaoyang head-on. So I just stayed here. In the end, I met you."

Chen Ling pointed to Wu Weiwei, "He and I looked for you all the way."

Li Hongyu thought for a while, stared at Wu Weiwei and said, "I will remember to leave a note next time."

"..." Wu Weiwei felt uncomfortable when he was watched with such a serious expression, and unconsciously became cautious, "Sending a text message is fine."

Li Hongyu: "Okay."

The office was already quiet, but as soon as the talking stopped, the space became even quieter, except for the creaking sound of the cabinet door being opened.

The cabinets in this room are a bit old, and they should have been moved directly from the city next door. Inside are various materials, trophies, and many certificates related to greening enterprises.

Chen Ling put the red certificate back into the cabinet, "This should be Tang Siping's office."

In addition to bookcases, shelves, there are storage cabinets and safes in the office.

Wu Weiwei stared at the safe, worried, "This is the only one left, who of you knows the password?"

No one knows this top-secret number except Tang Siping and Mrs. Tang.

Chen Ling squatted down, tilted his head to look carefully, stretched out his hand, dug it in with his fingertips, and pushed it out, the door opened.

Li Hongyu cast a look of surprise, while Wu Weiwei clapped his hands, "I am awesome, Brother Chen."

Chen Ling was stunned by the good luck from heaven, and couldn't laugh or cry, "I just want to try to see if I can open it violently."

thump.

The pounding sound poured from the crack in the safe door.

The three of them surrounded the safe airtightly as if they were facing a big enemy, and they were waiting in full battle for fear that something evil would come out of it.

Just when they grabbed the cabinet door and were about to open it completely, a sound of stumbling and running came from outside the office, and the dim interior was filled with sudden lights.

Chen Ling continued to open the door, while Li Hongyu and Wu Weiwei stood up.

Outside the office door, Tang Siping, brother fat and thin, and the chief and deputy security captains were all there.

Seeing his junior brother, fat senior brother said: "Hong Yu, why are you here if you are not staying in the room."

"Heard a strange noise, come out to check." Li Hongyu asked back, "Why are the two senior brothers and Mr. Tang here?"

"My son is missing." Tang Siping stood on tiptoe, trying to look inside the office blocked by the two.

"Mr. Tang, are you talking about him?" Chen Ling stood up while talking, and there was a thin little boy in his arms. The boy's hair was yellow and his face was pale. He couldn't tell the exact age. light.

Mr. Tang nodded hurriedly when he saw the child, "It's him, it's him."

He walked past the fat and thin senior brother, pushed aside Li Hongyu and Wu Weiwei who were blocking the door, and excitedly took the child from Chen Ling, "My dear son, you scared Dad to death, why did you sneak into the office building again. Let's go, Dad will take you home, your mother is still anxious at home."

"Mr. Tang, is this the child you mentioned earlier who suffered from soul-leaving disorder?" Chen Ling called to stop the person who was about to leave.

Tang Siping turned back with the child in his arms, "It's him, but it's too late today, and we can only wait for another day to cast spells for treatment. After all, my wife is still waiting at home, so I have to take the child back to show her."

"Of course it's okay, but I still hope you can describe your son's symptoms in detail." Chen Ling paused for a moment, his face became heavy, "Because I suspect that he doesn't suffer from the Leaving Soul Disorder at all."

"This..." Tang Siping was caught off guard and tightened his arms holding the child.

After briefly digesting Chen Ling's words, he said slowly, "Tongtong was healthy and sensible when we brought him home. He was only four years old and knew to wait for me at the door every day when I got off work. He will bring me slippers, and he will raise his head and ask Dad if he is tired. Although he is a boy, he is also a warm little padded jacket."

With a loving smile on Tang Siping's face, it can be seen that he really likes this child.

"About two years ago, my wife had a car accident. The car collided with the truck...Master Chen, you haven't seen the tragedy. The entire head of the car was almost dented. At that time, I took Tongtong to the hospital every day. Look at her, Tongtong is very obedient, she will hold my wife's leg and ask if it hurts, and she will pout her little mouth and blow it."

At this point, everyone clearly felt that Tang Siping's tone began to drop.

It appears that the latter story is a twist.

"After the doctor allowed her to leave the hospital, I took her home to recuperate. In addition to converting a room into a rehabilitation room, I also hired a professional rehabilitation therapist. Rehabilitation is a very painful process, and my wife's temper is getting worse and worse. The weirder she gets, the more she treats the child the same, she never blames Tongtong or scolds him for being naughty. But one day, I came back late from a dinner party, and as soon as I walked in, I heard the child crying..."

It was the weekend, the weather was very bad, the north wind was howling, and there was heavy snow.

Tang Siping rubbed his hands and entered the door. Just as he took off his leather gloves, he heard a bang from upstairs, followed by a child's wail.

One after another, weeping at the top of my throat, full of fear and sadness.

Tang Siping didn't even bother to wait for the elevator, stepped on the stairs and rushed to the second floor, and finally found Tongtong who had stopped crying and was unconscious in his study.

Next to the child, his wife was sitting in a wheelchair, desperately reaching for the child's hand that was drooping on the carpet.

There was a long wound on that hand, and beside the bleeding arm was a bloody fruit knife.

Speaking of this, Mr. Tang patted his son's head pityingly, and pressed his head on his shoulder, "Since waking up that time, Tongtong has changed. He doesn't speak or smile. Sometimes When you get sick, you can’t see strangers, and you scream loudly when you see it, hide yourself in fear, and then keep hitting the wall or cabinet with your head.”

"But I think he's very calm tonight." Wu Weiwei looked at the child lying on his father's back and said, "We haven't cried since we found him."

"Yes, I was also a little surprised." Tang Siping lowered his head and kissed the child's forehead, and hurried back, "Master Chen, is there anything else you want to ask?"

Chen Ling said yes, then turned around and pointed to the half-open safe, "Tongtong also locked herself in the safe before?"

"Not really." A trace of pain and unresolved melancholy appeared on Mr. Tang's face, "Tongtong often hides himself at night, sometimes in wardrobes and cupboards at home, and sometimes in dormitories in office buildings , Office...the hiding place is different every time. Usually I will bring the security guards to help search together, and after finding someone, I have to sleep in my arms when I bring them back. Otherwise, in a blink of an eye, the person will disappear again."

Chen Ling knew that Tang Siping and Mrs. Tang had a good relationship, but he still asked at the risk of offending others: "After Tongtong fell ill, how did your wife treat him?"

Such questioning really made Tang Siping a little uncomfortable, and his tone became stiff: "Of course it's the same as before."

Chen Ling nodded, and asked again, "Will Mrs. Tang still do rehabilitation afterward?"

"I do, but I don't know what's going on. No matter how much I cooperate with the rehabilitation therapist, my wife still can't walk upright. Her feet are weak, and her legs can't stand upright. Sometimes she barely walks two steps, and she seems to be sprained." It's like a foot, and the posture is very weird."

Can't be blamed, even if Xiaoyang shrinks into the human skin and puts away his foot bones, his natural habits cannot be changed.

Not to mention anything else, just the posture of walking backwards can scare people.

Chen Ling didn't say anything, and continued to ask: "When your wife is doing rehabilitation, will Tongtong watch from the side?"

"will not."

"Not before?"

"Before..." Tang Siping frowned, remembering that when his wife was just brought home, Tong Tong was not only watching, but also shouting cheers to encourage his wife.

"Mr. Tang?" Chen Ling reminded.

Tang Siping came back to his senses, "Tong Tong would indeed watch from the sidelines before."

"Mr. Tang, with all due respect, Tongtong's illness has nothing to do with dementia." Chen Ling made a decision in his heart, and stretched out his hand to lightly stroke the child's forehead, "He lost his soul due to fright."