Relocation Brigade

Chen Ling closed his eyes, the room that was originally dimly illuminated by the moonlight was already filled with darkness.

Probably felt something in his dream, he pursed his lips, raised his hand and scratched his forehead twice, under the chill, he shrunk his shoulders and hid under the quilt.

Unknown, the patiently lurking ferocious beast is quietly waiting for the prey to relax its vigilance and fall into a deep sleep.

When the breathing in the quilt calmed down again, a human figure was condensed in the void, lying on his side, hugging the person tightly from behind, lowering his head, and gently pressing the tip of his nose against the top of the young man's hair.

The smell of shampoo rushed into the nasal cavity, Jiang Yu tightened his arms, sighed contentedly, and closed his eyes.

Chen Ling slept soundly that night, but he was not restful.

It was as if a wide and thick belt was wrapped around his waist, tightly strangling him, and he couldn't break free.It was as if there was a wall blocking his back, preventing him from turning over and adjusting his posture.

During the half-dream and half-waking period, his consciousness was drowsy, and he couldn't beat the drowsiness. He sat up to check the situation. He didn't realize that something was wrong until he woke up in the morning and rubbed his left shoulder, which was slightly sore due to his posture.

Chen Ling woke up instantly, lying on the edge of the bed and looking down.

The slippers were neatly placed on the ground, with the toes facing the door neatly, nothing unusual.

He sat up again and called out, "Five baht, come here."

The five baht coin hanging on the door frame swayed by itself, and as it swayed higher and higher, it took the hanging rope and broke away from the nails on the door frame and fell onto the bed.

Chen Ling asked, "Is there someone in my room last night?"

What he said was a question, but his expression was very affirmative, implying a bit of threat, implying that five baht money is not allowed to lie.

The five baht money was seen clearly last night. The big boss is not angry but powerful, and he is even more fierce when he is not restrained. But the young man in front of him is obviously the big boss's weakness. It is self-evident which one to listen to.

"Yes, it's Jiang..." He didn't dare to call him by his name, he imitated what Chen Ling called Jiang Yu in private, and said, "It's the ancestor."

Chen Ling: "..." I knew it was him!

Next to the pillow is the Sanqing Bell, and under the pillow is the seal of the Yellow God Yue, and not far away is Zhao Xunchang sitting in the town. Which monster would dare to go to his bed if he didn't want to die? !

Not to mention five baht, he was the first to suspect Jiang Yu.

But it was different from the last time, the old ancestor learned a lot, and actually knew to help him put the messed up shoes back.

If it had been any other ordinary ghost, he would have wrapped it into a ball with ink fountain thread and kicked it away.

Chen Ling clenched his fists and thought for a moment, and finally got up and got out of bed after making a decision.

Walking out of the room after washing, he found that Zhao Xunchang had gotten up and was practicing Tai Chi in the yard. The macaw shrank its feet and neck, and squatted on the stone table to watch.

Well, like an old hen laying eggs.

Chen Ling walked over, and flicked its buttocks with his fingers: "Your wife will not want you if you squat so shamelessly."

When Xiaolan heard the name daughter-in-law, she stood up straight in shock, raised her neck arrogantly, and stared at Chen Ling with her small round eyes: "Daughter-in-law, daughter-in-law, little daughter-in-law."

Zhao Xunchang glanced over and snorted coldly: "Wait, I will lead you there later."

After it was over, he turned his head and complained to the little apprentice: "It's really a big mistake. Ever since I went to the base for the first time, I have been thinking about drilling there all day long. You don't know, as soon as it arrived at the base, it went straight to the base like crazy. Fly in, don't mention it after entering the breeding room, and won't come out after entering the bird's nest, and don't know what the two birds are doing inside."

The macaw seemed to know that the old man was talking about him, and turned his back, his tail feathers trembling up and down in protest.

Chen Ling burst out laughing, picked up the parrot and went to the kitchen.

Wu Weiwei goes to bed early and gets up early, and at the moment he is taking the steamed buns he bought earlier from the freezer and preparing them to be steamed.

Seeing Brother Chen coming in, he grinned and showed his white teeth: "Good morning, Brother Chen."

"Morning, let me make breakfast for you." Chen Ling put the parrot down, took out an orange from the refrigerator, peeled it and cut it into small pieces, put it in a bowl and put it in front of the parrot.

The macaw ate happily, obviously without expression, but it just made people feel that it was happy because of Master's complaints.

Wu Weiwei took out a few melon seeds from his pocket, put them aside, and said to Chen Ling: "No, I can do it by myself."

Chen Ling nodded, so let's take out the bowls and chopsticks of the three of them first. Just as he opened the cupboard, a gray shadow was fixed in the corner, holding a piece of oily braised pork in both hands.

Covered by the shadow of humans, the mouse suddenly turned its head and looked up.

Its eyes were dull for a moment, its front paws dropped, and its four legs ran desperately.

Wu Weiwei also saw it, and shouted outside the door: "Great Immortal!"

The light orange fluffy ball came galloping, and caught the destructive mouse in the blink of an eye.

Chen Ling: "...he is really a good mouse catcher."

Thinking of seeing one or two arrogant gray mice recently, Wu Weiwei sighed and said, "Brother Chen, there are quite a lot of mice in our small courtyard recently, especially at night, thanks to the presence of Huang Daxian."

"Is it the same for other families?" Chen Ling asked.

"It should be about the same. During the few days when you were sleeping, when I went out to buy vegetables, I happened to meet Li Guifang, the person who came to ask about the tomb."

Chen Ling remembered, "You mean Aunt Guifang? What happened to her?"

"I was carrying a plastic bag with several boxes of rat poison in it. I said it was for my neighbors." Wu Weiwei said, "The grass on the mountain has grown almost an inch, and it's green. The rats on the next mountain see that the environment here is good." , and some ran over."

Speaking of Li Guifang, Chen Ling asked, "Didn't she tell you about the cemetery?"

Wu Weiwei curled his lips: "Speaking of which, I thought she really didn't plan to buy a cemetery from us when she left in such a huff last time."

The parrot's beak and tongue are very powerful, and it eats very quickly. Xiaolan ate up the oranges, and then leisurely grabbed the melon seeds with her paws and began to eat them. Little days are not too beautiful.

Chen Ling couldn't help touching its little head, and asked, "Did she mention it to you again?"

"Yeah." Wu Weiwei blinked and asked in confusion, "Brother Chen, how do you know?"

"The last time she came to ask about the tomb, she obviously had a plan, otherwise why would she refuse to tell the truth." The acting skills are still so bad, people can tell at a glance.

"Actually, except for the time I met her buying rat poison, she came here twice during the few days when you were asleep, and Mr. Zhao stopped her every time with the excuse of your absence." Wu Weiwei recalled Li Guifang's face and attitude. , the boss was not happy, "She didn't know what stimulated her. She said that she had a bad attitude last time because a relative's child was seriously ill, and she was too anxious. Let me convey my apology for her. I hope you don't take it to heart. superior."

Chen Ling wouldn't keep this kind of trivial matter in his heart, the place in his heart was so big, there wasn't enough room just to think about happy things.

"After all, she still wants to buy Yu Heshan's tomb?"

"More than that." Wu Weiwei put the washed eggs into cold water and boiled, his brows were about to wrinkle, "She encouraged me and asked me to speak good words for her, lower the price for her, and give me some kickbacks later. "

Chen Ling: "..." Shocked.

Afraid of being misunderstood, Wu Weiwei hurriedly said: "I didn't promise her, and I left before I finished listening."

"I know, I trust you." After Chen Ling comforted her, she continued, "So she wants to be a middleman?"

When facing buyers, she deliberately quoted high prices, and when facing sellers, she tried to lower the prices to earn the highest price difference possible.

Wu Weiwei: "It should be."

Chen Ling: "It's true that there are people making all kinds of money, so she isn't afraid of being blamed by the deceased, so she will be unlucky."

"I took a closer look at Li Guifang's face. Her cheekbones are raised, her forehead is narrow, her nose is small and her nose is pointed, and she still has three white eyes..." Wu Weiwei said, "This kind of face is tough, and Kefu. Naturally, I won't be afraid of ghosts and gods."

Chen Ling was silent, Li Guifang was really this kind of person.

When he and Zhao Xunchang first moved here, the rest of the families were basically unable to relocate because of insufficient financial conditions.

Li Guifang was not. Apart from wanting to save the cost of relocating, the main reason for staying was because she didn't believe in evil.

I don't believe that Yu Heshan's bad luck is really strong enough to hit people.

"Leave her alone. When we meet in the future, just pretend you didn't see her. Don't deal with her." Chen Ling rubbed his stomach, feeling a little hungry.

He took out the bowls and chopsticks from the cupboard, soaked them in disinfectant solution, and then washed them twice with detergent, so that he felt less upset.

The breakfast was quite pleasant, and soon after he was full, Chen Ling hung the five baht money on his wrist, ready to go out.

Wu Weiwei wiped his hands clean, grabbed the door frame and asked, "Brother Chen is going out, can you take me?"

"I'll go to the antique market to choose an incense burner. If you want to go, go with me." Thinking that he wasn't going to work today, Chen Ling only wore the seal of the Yellow God and two ordinary exorcism charms, without his universal backpack.

Wu Weiwei changed out of his home clothes, put on his mobile phone and wallet to keep up.

The antique city is located in the old town, and it has been open for more than [-] years. Thinking that this place is not far from Ding Junyuan's carving room, Chen Ling plans to go to the carving room to see the two children's steles after shopping. No.

Nowadays, there are fewer and fewer old objects that can be circulated in the market, and fewer and fewer stall owners with old objects in their hands. Nine of the ten stalls are selling fakes.

Chen Ling and Wu Weiwei were born in person, and they were not very old, so they became the targets of being fooled by various stall owners.

Stall owner: "Brother, want to buy an incense burner? How dare you, I just got a good product here. Look at the three-legged shape, this patina is absolutely perfect!"

Chen Ling raised his hand to cover the top of his head, which was scorched by the sun, and the five baht coin fell into his ear, muttering: "It's fake, it will leave the factory for three months at most."

Hearing this, he took Wu Weiwei and turned around to leave.

Wu Weiwei was confused: "Can't you, I think it's pretty good."

Chen Ling raised the five baht money to his ear. After listening, Wu Weiwei was silent for a long time. Modern counterfeiting techniques can really confuse real ones.

The two visited more than [-] stalls, if not forty, in one morning, and finally found something they liked in front of the last one, a small stall placed in the corner.

The small incense burner is a brass square double animal ear style, serious and revealing a touch of domineering, a natural match with the ancestors.

Chen Ling bargained with the stall owner and finally got it for 3000 yuan.

A middle-aged man about his age was squatting beside the stall owner. Judging from his demeanor and tone of voice, he and the stall owner should be old friends and were gossiping.

"Old Qian, do you think it's because July and a half is coming, and those dirty things are restless? As far as I know, this is the second suicide recently."

The stall owner pulled out the newspaper from the box behind him, wrapped the small incense burner carefully, and found that the two young people opposite him were staring at him curiously. He smiled shyly, turned back to his friend and said, "Let's talk about it later, we are still in business." .”

Chen Ling smiled indifferently: "It's okay, we are both supernatural lovers."

The friend of the stall owner let out a hey, with an exaggerated expression on his face when he met his confidant: "There are not many young people your age these days who believe in ghosts and gods. .”

Chen Lingxin said, "It's been more than two years, and I'm one of them."

Just some time ago, because of hitting a ghost, I kept thinking about the criminal law.

He was a little interested in the incident of jumping from a building mentioned by the stall owner's friend, so he went around and sat down on the next step: "Uncle, what happened to the jumping from the building you just mentioned?"

"The police investigation said that the deceased committed suicide because of too much pressure. I don't think so." The friend of the stall owner lowered his voice, and his hoarse voice seemed a bit abrupt in the noisy street.

"The first suicide case happened a week ago. In our neighborhood, there was a pretty good girl who was about to enter her third year of high school. Suddenly, one night, she ran into the kitchen by herself and cut off the artery in her neck with a kitchen knife."

The neck is mainly composed of the carotid artery and the vertebral artery. These two are the main channels that transport blood and oxygen to the heart and brain. No matter which one is injured, it is very critical.

Chen Ling could almost imagine the scene, the blood gushed out from her neck, staining the clothes on her shoulders and chest red, and the girl was likely to choke on her own blood, which came out of her nose and mouth , It was all over the face.

Although he knew that the possibility of being saved was very small, he still asked, "Did the person come back?"

"It can't be saved." The stall owner's friend regretted, "Her parents got up to make her breakfast and found out that something happened, and the body was completely cold."

Chen Ling: "What about the second one?"

"The second one is more evil. The one who died was a male office worker in his 20s. It is said that it happened yesterday. The man took the subway after get off work and fell off the rails for no reason. Fortunately, someone nearby responded in time and heard his panic. After calling for help, I pulled him up. But he still didn’t escape. After getting off the subway, he fell while going upstairs, knocked his head on the steps, and died.”

"Falling onto the tracks and stairs could be an accident," Chen Ling said.

"I haven't said where the evil door is." The friend of the stall owner waved at Chen Ling as if he was afraid of being heard, beckoning him to come closer.

Chen Ling approached and turned his ear away.Wu Weiwei wanted to hear it too, so he could only pout his buttocks to steal some information from behind the two.

"He, he knocked himself to death."

When the man was discovered, he was kneeling on the concrete stairs, with his hands resting behind his legs, and his forehead firmly pressed against the corners of the stairs.

This alone is not enough to judge that he committed suicide.

Coincidentally, an aerial photography enthusiast lived in another building opposite the building where the incident occurred.Just bought a drone.

That day, he happened to be testing his newly purchased drone, and it happened to be photographed, and he called the police immediately.When the police arrived, the man's forehead was smashed, but there was a happy and peaceful smile on the corner of his mouth.

It seemed that such a painful death brought him supreme happiness.

Wu Weiwei shuddered: "What about the first one, did you laugh too?"

"I just laughed, I forgot to mention it just now. Two little brothers, the two of them died so badly, and they all have such strange expressions. Do you think this is the work of a ghost?"

"What the hell, have you seen it?" The stall owner elbowed his friend away and handed the incense burner to Chen Ling, "Okay, go back and put some rice in it, and you can burn incense directly."

"Thank you boss." Chen Ling walked away with the newly purchased small incense burner, and turned to Wu Weiwei and said, "Inquire about those two suicide incidents, I don't think something is right."

Wu Weiwei's information sharing group was as quiet as a chicken, and the group members were all diving, but when the news of Wu Weiwei's inquiry was sent out, the inside immediately exploded.

[This incident was on the TV news, didn't you watch it? 】

[No... I don't pay much attention to current affairs news. 】This is Wu Weiwei's reply.

The half-baked people in the group began to pass on relevant information:

[News reports say that the girl has very good grades, she is a student in the rocket class of the Experimental Middle School, and she is a key seed for grade training...] Probably because she thinks typing is too much, too much trouble, and she is too lazy to speak, so she just found a link and sent it to the group inside.

Wu Weiwei looked at it carefully.

The girl has a cheerful personality, has many friends, is very popular at school, and shows no signs of school violence.

And according to her parents, just three days ago, the girl happily took them to the university that she said she wanted, and vowed to work harder in the next school year.

No matter how you look at it, this is a positive girl.

It should not be associated with the word suicide at all.

Wu Weiwei passed the message to Chen Ling and asked him, "How do I reply?"

Chen Ling stuffed the incense burner to him, took the mobile phone, and sent a message asking: 【Are you sure you don't have any psychological problems?Could it be because the study pressure is too great, it is suppressed in the heart, and it is not shown? 】

Someone replied: [Probably not, this girl is a talented player with a good memory and comprehension ability. Anyway, according to the parents, their girl doesn’t usually spend too much time on studies, and she does some research in her spare time. Manually adjust the mood and cultivate sentiment. 】

[The case is really strange, if it is really the work of ghosts, it is definitely beyond our level of control. 】

【Perhaps someone commits crimes out of sight. After all, he experienced so much pain before he died. Even if he was enchanted by a ghost, he still couldn’t wake up from the pain? 】

[This is the truth, but if the luck is low recently, if you are infected with bad luck, your own yin air exceeds the yang air, resulting in confusion, you may not be able to wake up. 】

[Have you ever heard a song, a nursery rhyme in the middle of July. 】

[July and a half, with ghosts as companions, handing you a knife, cutting your throat, holding your hand, jumping off a building, pushing you away, entering the gate of ghosts.In July and a half, ghosts come to accompany, the living die and the dead rejoice. 】

[... The upstairs wants to say that this case has something to do with July and a half?But the ghost gate has not officially opened yet. 】

Then someone swiped the screen, and the lyrics of the nursery rhyme were swiped up.

Chen Ling typed quickly: [What about the second person? 】