Relocation Brigade

"Yeah, love, it's something that everyone goes through and has."

Chen Ling turned to look at Papa Lin, "Uncle, can you ask Auntie to describe that dream to us again?"

"Let me ask." Father Lin left the room after finishing speaking.

Mama Lin was sitting in the living room wiping tears, her body was leaning towards the kitchen door, she felt her shoulder was touched, she looked up at her husband: "What's wrong?"

Father Lin told his wife what happened in the room, held her hand and asked: "If you still remember, believe and are willing to tell them, then I will take you to the room. If you don't want to... I, I I will tell those two little classmates to let them go first."

My well-behaved, well-behaved daughter with excellent grades died so strangely, and Mother Lin, like her husband, couldn't accept it calmly.

She just didn't trust Chen Ling: "Husband, can those two little brothers really help me find out? They are too young, why don't you ask, can you ask his relative who is practicing to come over and take a look?"

"Can we afford it?" Papa Lin said, "Just a seven-day ceremony costs tens of thousands, not to mention exorcising evil spirits and catching ghosts."

Mother Lin fell silent.

Father Lin recalled the mantras that his little classmate said before, "I think he should have two brushes. I just recited some mantras in the room. After listening to them, I felt a lot lighter. .”

Mother Lin said, "Let's try it..."

She and her husband are ordinary dual-employees, and their salary is not high. In addition to living expenses, they have to pay alimony to both parents every month. The remaining little money is almost all spent on their daughter.

Apart from trusting that kind-hearted little classmate, they really had no second choice.

In the room, Chen Ling held five baht in his hands: "Did you feel it?"

"No." Wuzhuqian said, "This place is very clean, without the same kind of smell and evil spirit."

After the double inspection by himself and the five baht money, Chen Ling confirmed that Xiaofan walked away peacefully, without resentment or fear, this kind of soul would sense the pull of the underworld after death, and automatically walk into the netherworld.

Chen Ling knew that he did not have the ability to directly question dignitaries from the underworld.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, he put away the five baht money, turned to look at Mother Lin, and nodded slightly, "Auntie, Uncle Lin must have told you."

"Hmm." As soon as she entered this room, Mother Lin's eyes wandered. She sat down beside her daughter's bed, picked up the photo frame on the bedside table, and gently stroked the smiling face on it.

"That dream was red..." she said slowly, "The skirt and roses are both red, dazzling like blood, making people frightened, frightened. Little classmate, my state at that time was actually very strange, even in my sleep I can feel my heart beating fast, but I can't wake up. Then, then I heard Xiaofan calling me..."

Mom, Mom, Mom I'm leaving.

Mother Lin subconsciously asked where you were going, and then saw her daughter appearing in front of her eyes. She was wearing a long embroidered dress, holding a large bunch of bright red roses made of paper in her arms, smiling at the corner of her mouth, but the corners of her eyes were bloodshot.

The weird picture and the contradictory expression of her daughter woke her up.

Chen Ling suddenly asked: "Embroidered red dress? What style?"

It stands to reason that dreams are forgotten soon after waking up, but Mama Lin did not, probably because of her daughter, she always tosses and turns, recalling and recalling tirelessly, trying to engrave her daughter's last farewell on the heart.

She said: "The top and bottom are separated, the top is the cheongsam collar, and the long skirt below is slightly spread..."

Speaking of this, she shivered suddenly, remembering something, her pupils constricted.

Chen Ling lowered his head and searched on his mobile phone. The search keyword was the new Chinese-style cheongsam. He swiped with his fingertips and finally stopped on a set of wedding dresses. After clicking to expand, he turned the screen to show Mama Lin.

"Is it like this?"

"It's a wedding dress, how could it be a wedding dress..." Lin's mother had already thought of this just now, but seeing the bright red dress on the screen, she broke down even more, "Why is my daughter wearing a wedding dress?"

It was hard not to remind her of the scene she saw in the kitchen when she got up early in the morning a few days ago.

That white, blood-stained nightdress is not like the bright red wedding dress in front of her eyes and in her dream!

Mother Lin was trembling all over, and her eyes turned black. If Father Lin hadn't supported her waist, she would have collapsed to the ground by now.

Chen Ling: "I suspect that Xiao Fan was selected and arranged for a ghost marriage."

Wedding dresses, roses, dirges.

Weddings, love, death.

But it's just a guess, the paper rose must be found.

Chen Ling suddenly remembered something, and asked Papa Lin: "Uncle, could the paper rose be taken away as evidence when the police came to investigate the scene?"

"No!" Papa Lin denied, "I thought my daughter committed suicide at the time, how could I have thought about that paper flower."

It seems that even Li Hongyu doesn't know this detail.

Chen Ling: "So the rose really disappeared by itself."

Even ghosts would not believe that there were no ghosts or sorcery involved.

Wu Weiwei sounded a little creepy, "Brother Chen, what should we do now?"

"Call your Brother Jiang first and see if he can find out..." Remembering that Wu Weiwei didn't know the identity of Jiang Yu Yinshen, he paused and changed his words, "Can you ask the Yin messenger to ask .”

Wu Weiwei was not too surprised, he had guessed that Jiang Yu was also a Taoist.

Papa Lin thought that the Jiang brother Chen Ling was talking about was that distant relative, and his attitude became more and more sincere: "Little classmate, I really trouble you." He thought that when the matter was over, he would give him a red envelope.

"It's okay." Chen Ling asked Xiaofan's birth date again, then left the room and went to the balcony of Lin's house.

The first time he called Jiang Yu, he didn't know why, but he was a little nervous, the beeping busy tone fell on his heart like a heavy hammer, his chest felt tight, and his heart beat fast.

"Hello." A deep male voice came from the receiver.

Chen Ling almost forgot to breathe, cleared his throat to recover his voice, and said, "Are you busy with work?"

Jiang Yu glanced at the middle-aged man with stubble and beard opposite him, ignored his majestic expression, got up and left his seat, and walked to a quiet corner, "No, I'm free now."

"Oh." Chen Ling lowered his head, unconsciously picking at a drop of paint that had solidified and protruded from the guardrail, "I have something to ask you."

"Say it." Jiang Yu leaned back against the wall, speaking softly.

"I have just encountered a suicide case. Li Hongyu's investigation revealed that the girl was substituted for the dead ghost, but I got a little other clue today. A paper rose."

Jiang Yu gave a faint "um", indicating that he heard it.

Chen Ling continued: "In addition, the girl's mother also had a dream on the night of the girl's death, in which the red wedding dress and paper roses appeared. So I suspect that this may have something to do with the ghost marriage." related."

Hearing the word ghost marriage, Jiang Yu became a little interested, "Is there no resentment in the deceased's family?"

"No, it's very clean. She may have entered the nether world." Chen Ling said softly, "I just want to ask, if you are in the nether world, can you help me find the girl's soul."

Jiang Yu smiled softly, "I said, your business is my business, remove the word 'can you'. Chen Ling, you can speak to me in the tone you want."

Chen Ling: "..."

Isn't that what I want to hear from you!

Chen Ling felt numb in his ears, and the man's laugh seemed to come through the radio, sticking to his ears.

The action of the young man pulling on the guardrail became more vigorous, his face was unnatural, and he quickly reported his birthday, "Then you can check it for me."

Feeling that his tone was harsh, he added: "Today is her soul-returning night, maybe you can give her a little more time to stay in this world, and I can ask myself."

After speaking, I hung up.

Jiang Yu listened to the busy tone for a while, moved the phone away from his ear, and stared at the screen with lowered eyes.

"Free time. Hmph, do you think I'm dead?" A slightly rough male voice came, followed by an angry roar, "Hurry up and come over after the fight!"

Jiang Yu walked back to the pavilion along the antique corridor, the gentleness on his face was restrained, his jaw was tense, his brows and eyes were indifferent and he sat down, holding a pen in his right hand, hanging in the air, and began to copy scriptures.

The bearded man took a sip of tea, then separated his legs, resumed the sitting posture of Da Ma Jin Dao before, closed his eyes and rested his mind.

The first piece of rice paper was used up, and Jiang Yu was about to uncover the paper. The person opposite seemed to have eyes between his brows. He obviously didn't open his eyes, but he could clearly see the impatience on the opposite side.

Shen Sheng warned: "Calm down, don't try to kill again."

Jiang Yu casually glanced at the closed eyes with beard and beard, and sneered: "My boyfriend can't move even if he's in danger? Forgive me for not complying with your request."

"Hey, you brat!" The bearded man opened his eyes, "You think God can't find a chance to kill you, don't you!"

The plainness in Jiang Yu's eyes turned cold, with a slight sarcasm, "He'll kill me."

The bearded man was speechless, probably nothing in this world could move Jiang Yu.

He shook his head and sighed, the bigger he got, the more disobedient he became, and with a daughter-in-law he became a runaway wild horse.

Anxiously pulling his hair twice, he was about to babble a few more words when two people approached and bent over and whispered something in his ear.

The bearded man turned around and pointed to Jiang Yu, "If you don't copy ninety-nine 81 times, you are not allowed to go back to the world of the living!"

The noisy person finally left, Jiang Yu put down his pen and got up, crumpled up the half-copied rice paper, and threw it aside.

Afterwards, he was recruited to wait at the side, looking at the yin and yang, and said a word: "Go and find out if she is in the underworld. If she is, let her stay in the yang world for more time tonight."

The errand is respectful: "Yes."

As soon as Jiang Yu beckoned, he backed away.

Looking at the thick stack of pale paper in front of him, his face became more and more ugly. After a while, he picked up the rice paper that had been crumpled up so hard before, unfolded it, and continued to write.

After writing a few words, he started to lose his mind and took out his mobile phone to send a text message to Chen Ling.

[I have already explained that the soul-returning night can allow girls to spend more time. 】

Looking at the text message, Chen Ling felt a sense of pride in his heart, the ancestor was really amazing, he got the job done in less than 5 minutes.

He put his mobile phone in his pocket, fidgeting, his heart was pounding, he couldn't help but took out his mobile phone again, and asked: [When are you coming back? 】

Jiang Yu raised his eyebrows, put down the brush, and leisurely moved on the screen: [Miss me? 】

He just asked the question sincerely, not provocative, and he didn't think it was wrong after sending it. He even pushed the pen and paper aside, hugged the phone and waited for the reply intently.

Chen Ling snapped the phone on, his face was flushed, and the heat kept rising from his chest.

"Brother Chen, what's wrong with you?" In less than 10 minutes, I adjusted my sitting posture three times, did you have thorns on the sofa!

"It's okay, I just feel a little hot." Chen Ling fanned the wind with his hands, and glanced at the wall clock on the wall of Lin's living room. It was only past eleven o'clock at noon, and it was still long before midnight.

On the other side, Jiang Yu showed doubts on his face, and then returned to his usual coldness. He turned around and asked the messenger: "Is the signal down there?"

Yin Cha scratched his head, "Maybe... isn't it?"

The main reason is that usually big and small errands are communicated by talisman paper, and those who are more advanced can directly transmit sound. This mobile phone that keeps pace with the times is basically only used to play games in the mortal world.

Whether the signal is good or not, he really doesn't know.

Jiang Yu didn't hesitate, and sent another one, this time with a few more words: [Do you miss me? 】

Chen Ling felt a vibration in his trouser pocket.

Like a thief, he only exposed half of the screen from his trouser pocket.

This time, the base of the ear is also red.

At first I wanted to pretend I didn't see it, but then I thought it was too disrespectful to my ancestors, so I sent a message asking: [Did you miss me or didn't you].

When Jiang Yu received this awkward text message, his wrist was unsteady, leaving a cloud of ink on the rice paper.

The little thing is quite good at Tai Chi.

He hooked his lips, moved his fingertips leisurely, and replied: [I miss you].

After Chen Ling received the text message, he couldn't help laughing. Sensing the gaze from his side, he touched the tip of his nose embarrassingly.

Wu Weiwei: "...Brother Chen, what are you laughing at?"

Brother Chen is too abnormal today!

"Did I laugh?" Chen Ling stared.

Wu Weiwei was very sure: "I laughed."

Chen Ling shook his head, "I don't know what I'm laughing at." After finishing, he muttered in a very low voice, "Isn't it just a message, what's so funny."

Wu Weiwei: "..."

Ask yourself and answer it, why do you still blush?

Chen Ling raised his head, facing the disobedient blush on his cheeks, and said to Papa Lin: "Uncle Lin, Wu and I have to go back to school, and we will come back in the evening."

Father Lin hurriedly said: "You are busy, study is more important. Tonight..." He was a little nervous and excited, rubbing his hands together with a smile of anticipation, "Little classmate, if it is possible, Xiaofan will return to his soul tonight, we can follow him Did she say a few words?"

Chen Ling nodded: "I will try my best."

"Thank you, thank you so much. I, Lin Liang, will never forget your great kindness." Father Lin tightly held Mother Lin's hand, wanting to bow to the two of them.

Chen Ling hurriedly helped the two of them up, "Uncle and aunt, you're going to beat me up, Xiaofan and I are classmates, so it's only right to do a little favor."

Father Lin's eyes were red, and his stomach was full of gratitude.

Chen Ling took Wu Weiwei away temporarily and went to Ding Junyuan's studio to pick up the tombstone.

Ding Junyuan's studio was halfway refurbished, and there were fallen bricks and mud everywhere in the area surrounded by iron sheets. Some of the previously finished humanoid clay sculptures were also thrown out, falling in half on the ground.

"Excuse me, is Master Sun there?"

Chen Ling walked in, and the front desk lady who was supervising the work at the reception desk still remembered him and Wu Weiwei, her eyes lit up: "Mr. Chen!"

Then he turned his head and shouted inside: "Mr. Ding, Mr. Chen is here."

In order to save some money, Ding Junyuan painted the walls inside by himself, and he hurried out with dirty hands, "Mr. Chen, wait a moment, I'll wash my hands and come."

"Don't worry." Waiting for Ding Junyuan to leave, Chen Ling asked the front desk, "Is there any new student in the carving room to sign up recently?"

"Yes." The front desk didn't know the previous situation, and said strangely: "Before when our carving room was not renovated, the number of applicants was small, and even those who came would drop out of class within a few days. I don't know what happened recently. More and more people signed up, and they all said it was because of the good reputation of our carving room."

At the same time as the words fell, Ding Junyuan also came back and invited Chen Ling to the office.

He took out a check from his desk and handed it to Chen Ling: "This is the remaining 40 yuan, Mr. Chen, please collect it first."

Chen Ling asked him: "Can you turn it around? If not, you can give it to me later."

"Yes." Ding Junyuan said with a smile, "I've been lucky recently. Someone wants to partner with me to open this carving studio, and a lot of money has been invested, so my money is not so tight."

Chen Ling put the banknotes in his bag, "I think you look good recently."

"No, I never had a nightmare again." Thinking of those terrible things, Ding Junyuan still had lingering fears, "I'm afraid I won't touch humanoid clay sculptures in the future. You must have seen them when you entered the door and didn't sell them. I smashed all the finished products."

Wu Weiwei felt that he was a bit miserable: "You can tell from your face that Mr. Ding is a blessed person. I believe that the remaining bad luck on your body will disappear completely soon, and your fortune will definitely be more prosperous by then."

"Then I will lend you a good word." Ding Junyuan was overjoyed, and laughed for a while.

After he finished laughing, Chen Ling explained the purpose of his visit: "I came today to pick up the stele."

Ding Junyuan: "Recently, Master Sun didn't come to work for renovations, but instead worked at home, but he has already finished the stele you ordered, and it's in the storage room."

Thinking of the weight of the stele, he took the initiative to say: "Let the decoration master help you move it, and I will drive it for you."

Chen Ling was not polite to him either: "Then I will trouble you."

"No trouble, if it wasn't for you, Mr. Chen, I would have died a long time ago." Ding Junyuan sincerely thanked, "Will you go back to Yuhe Mountain together?"

Wu Weiwei followed the commander-in-chief the whole time, knowing nothing, turned to look at Chen Ling: "Brother Chen?"

"I won't go back for the time being, I want to visit the second deceased's home."

"The second deceased?" Ding Junyuan thought of something and asked, "Is it a case of suicide?"

Chen Ling was surprised: "You know?"

"Hey, it's almost spread all over our old city." Some things can be endless, so Ding Junyuan simply went to make tea for the two of them.

He sat down, "The first suicide was a little girl, and the second suicide was an office worker, am I right?"

Chen Ling and Wu Weiwei looked at each other, nodded quickly and said, "Yes, these two cases."

"Drink some tea first." Ding Junyuan pushed the teacup forward, folded his arms and said, "Have you investigated the first one?"

Seeing Chen Ling nodding, he said, "Then let me talk about the second one."

"Actually, I don't know much. I just listened to the old ladies in the neighborhood. This second office worker just moved to Xiangyang Road in March this year. He is a foreigner and doesn't like to get along with people. But I I think it has something to do with him going to work early and leaving work late, who wants to talk to others after being tired all day."

The society is not easy these days, and the work is not easy to do.

If you want to be promoted and raise your salary, those who have no connections need to work hard in addition to being able to do things.

After work, they are physically and mentally exhausted. Many people don’t even want to cook when they get home. They just order takeaway, which is convenient and trouble-free, and they can rest after eating.

The office worker who committed suicide is one of them.

He works in a software company and is a programmer. He writes code every day except for writing code. The thick lenses are placed on the bridge of his nose, making his eyes that have been tortured by life almost lose their luster, even more dull and cloudy.

On the day of the incident, he was probably frightened by the accidental fall off the railroad tracks. From the subway station to the community, he stumbled all the way.

Seeing his complexion, the aunt of the neighborhood committee wanted to ask him if he was unwell when passing by, but she heard him say: "I was almost crushed into a meat pulp by the subway, red and white meat pulp mixed together..."

Then, then hummed the dirge!

Under such circumstances, who would dare to talk to him? The aunt of the neighborhood committee backed away again and again, turned her back and told the other people about it, suspecting that the office worker was out of luck.

But before the news spread, the office worker died.

The first person to find him dead was the head of the household on the fifth floor.

The head of the household went downstairs to buy vegetables and found a man kneeling on the stairs, his forehead was almost embedded in the corners of the stairs due to the too strong impact.

Gory, scary.

The head of the household was so frightened that he almost fell down the stairs and collided with the corpse of the office worker.

She hurriedly retreated to the slow platform between the fifth floor and the fourth floor, pressed her chest, steady her heartbeat and called the police.

When the police arrived, they couldn't find anything. In the end, a young man from the opposite building took a small memory card from the drone.After the police left, everyone surrounded the young man and asked him what he had photographed.

Knowing that the office worker beat herself to death, the aunt of the neighborhood committee became more and more sure that the office worker was bewitched by evil spirits. In the evening, she asked someone to find a Taoist priest to exorcise the evil spirits.

Speaking of this, Ding Junyuan sneered, and said disdainfully: "The Taoist priest didn't know where he invited him. He was in a yellow robe and a coat. He held a mahogany sword and said a few words, and the job was over."

"Mr. Ding lives nearby?" Chen Lingxin said it couldn't be such a coincidence.

Ding Junyuan quickly waved his hand: "No, no, I live far away, but I have friends who live nearby. After I heard that something was wrong, I couldn't help but want to go and have a look."

Ever since he experienced Zhu Peng and the earth-bound spirit, he was particularly sensitive to supernatural events, and the first thought that came into his mind when anything happened was: Could it be haunted again.

With a headache, he pinched the center of his brows and rubbed them a few times, then raised his head and said, "Mr. Chen, that's all I know."