Relocation Brigade

It is already an unexpected harvest to get some details from Ding Junyuan. Chen Ling said: "These details are very important. Please help me to go to the tombstone. If you meet Master Sun, ask for me, the large pagoda mausoleum Accept or not."

"Okay, he will come to the studio to pick up stones later, let me ask for you."

Ding Junyuan got up to see off the guests, watched the two youths leave, then handed a cigarette to each of the masters who helped decorate, and asked them to help move the tombstone to his car.

Knowing the approximate address of the second deceased, Chen Ling and Wu Weiwei went straight to Xiangyang Road.

That street is about five kilometers away from Ding Junyuan's sculpture studio, and there are also vegetable markets and flower markets nearby, and there are many pedestrians passing by.

The two were eating noodles in a small restaurant outside the vegetable market. When they were about to finish eating, Chen Ling called the waiter: "Brother, ask me something."

The waiter smiled and said, "You ask."

Chen Ling: "Do you know the neighborhood where the accident happened two days ago?"

"It's just Xiangyang District, so don't you know, it's become famous recently." The waiter rolled his eyes and looked at the two people in front of him suspiciously, "What column group are you also from?"

"You said [-]? No, we are not." Chen Ling remembered that someone mentioned this column group in the activity center for the elderly.

He winked at Wu Weiwei, and said silently with his lips: "Check."

The waiter pouted, "Then you came here for that, too."

"Yes." Chen Ling didn't intend to play dumb, "I'm a colleague of the deceased software company. If you are worried, I can give a number and call our company to confirm."

Wu Weiwei: "..."

Brother Chen is really awesome. One second he was a schoolmate, and the next second he became a hard-working programmer.

He paused in his eyes, and was surprised to find that his Brother Chen actually reached into his trouser pocket and took out a business card while speaking.

Yes, Yu Heshan's business card.

The waiter just found it annoying because too many people came to ask about suicide cases recently. Seeing that the other party looked so calm and serious, he waved his hand and said, "No, no, I believe it."

"En." Chen Ling nodded solemnly, and stuffed back the half-received business card.

Wu Weiwei was typing the homonym of "[-]". After trying more than a dozen times, when he finally entered "[-]", the correct related information popped up below.

——The column group of [-] will take you to look at unscientific phenomena from a scientific perspective.

Wu Weiwei: "..."

After working on it for a long time, does this [-] mean skin-splitting supernatural powers?

Chen Ling glanced at the mobile phone under his eyelids, the corners of his mouth twitched, he coughed lightly, and said to the waiter seriously: "He was a key employee of our company before his death, and his sudden death caught people off guard, and the colleagues who worked with him also had to work hard. It’s broken and can’t continue to unfold.”

He sighed long and sadly, "When he was alive, he left a spare key in the company. I came today because I wanted to go to his house and take down the work computer issued by the company to the employees."

The waiter suddenly realized: "So you are looking for me to ask for the address?"

"Is it convenient for you to say something?" Chen Ling's face was capitalized with the word "sincerity", his eyes were clear and his expression was serious.

The waiter scratched his head, and finished struggling, "He lives in Xiangyang District, and it's easy to find. Just follow the road outside the vegetable market and walk 300 meters. Do you know the unit and floor?"

Chen Ling shook his head.

Waiter: "No. 414, Unit [-], Building [-]."

Chen Ling wrote down the address in his mobile phone, stood up and thanked the waiter.

Wu Weiwei tried to figure out the address as he walked, and clicked his tongue: "The address is unlucky, it's the eighteenth floor of hell again, and it's about death."

"You are a bit too superstitious." Chen Ling said, "Eighteen turned into Arabic numerals is [-], which can be interpreted as to be issued, and four is better interpreted. Four seasons make a fortune."

Wu Weiwei was taught: "Brother Chen is right."

Chen Ling didn't want to waste too much time on the road with a "Brother Chen Chuan" like him, so he stepped faster.

The community where the office workers live is not much newer than the Lin family's, and it is also a staircase.

Chen Ling stood downstairs and looked at it for a long time. After confirming that he could not climb up with his skill, he decided to go to the neighborhood committee.

He said the same words to the aunt of the neighborhood committee again. This time the aunt was not easy to fool, and she actually called the software company to confirm.

Coincidentally, the company actually sent two people over to pick up the work computer.After the company received the call, it thought that the person sent had arrived, and repeatedly assured the aunt that it would not rummage through other things at home.

Auntie hung up the phone, her fierce face finally stained with a smile: "I'll call the landlord and ask him to come and open the door."

"Does the landlord live far away?" Chen Ling asked.

"It's not far, it's in the same neighborhood." The aunt patted Chen Ling's arm, "He also hoped that someone from you would come to pick up things. The child's family didn't know what happened, and the police didn't answer the calls. If possible, you'd better inform his relatives again to collect the relics, otherwise who would dare to touch those miscellaneous things."

"After returning to the company, I will go to the personnel department to find out if there is an emergency contact number." Chen Ling said it so realistically that the aunt believed it.

The landlord is a Mediterranean with a beer belly, and he is kind.

After opening the door, he handed the key to the aunt of the neighborhood committee, saying that he still had something to do, turned around and left.

Aunt dared not enter the house, so she took out a handful of melon seeds from her pocket, stood at the stairs and began to chew, looking back from time to time to see what was going on inside.

After Chen Ling entered, he quickly glanced at the living room and went straight to the bedroom inside.

The bedroom was clean, bright and transparent by the sunlight.

Same as Xiaofan's situation, this person died without complaint or hatred, Chen Ling searched all over the corners but couldn't find any evil spirit.

Wu Weiwei asked: "Could the death of the office worker and Xiaofan's death be caused by the same thing? Or are they all mourning and joyful?"

"If it is, then it has nothing to do with the scapegoat." Chen Ling pondered for a moment, and said, "Just imagine, if they were killed by the same thing, would Xiaofan's missing paper rose be in the office worker's house?" at home?"

Wu Weiwei was taken aback, and pointed out a suspicious point in a low voice: "But don't you suspect that Xiaofan's death is related to the ghost marriage?"

"Marriage is about the horoscope, not the gender. To put it bluntly, it is to bind a soul whose birth date matches the horoscope, and to be with me, so as to fulfill my wish of not marrying when I was alive. But in the vast sea of ​​people, it is necessary to find a soul who is willing to marry. It is not easy to be willing to die, and a partner with the same zodiac sign is not easy, so someone moved their minds, cast magic on the red paper, and threw it on the road. Whoever finds it will be the one who is selected for a ghost marriage people."

After talking for a long time, Chen Ling was a little thirsty. He unscrewed the bottle of mineral water and took a sip, and continued: "So it is not impossible for office workers to be dragged into ghost marriages."

Wu Weiwei felt that his three views had been impacted, and he became ignorant, "So ghosts also want to be gay?"

"Almost." Chen Ling said vaguely, inevitably thinking of Jiang Yu.

He closed his eyes and chased away the figure that rushed into his mind, and explained to Wu Weiwei: "Look carefully and see if there are any paper roses in this room."

Thinking that there was still one hanging on his wrist, he untied the rope and put the five baht money on the ground, "You also go to help."

What the five baht money is most afraid of is that its own existence is meaningless. One day it will be thrown away as garbage. Now that it can help, it is very happy. gone.

The soldiers were divided into three groups, and each of them searched for a place.

In less than 10 minutes, the small room was searched and cleaned, even the water tank of the bathroom toilet was not spared. In the end, only a large, flat gift box was found under the bed.

Chen Ling and Wu Weiwei squatted at the head of the bed, and the five baht money bounced onto the bed, circling around the cardboard box.

As the lid of the box was untied with two hands, the black suit lying inside was slowly revealed.

The suit has a lapel collar, which looks more elegant, more refined, and higher-grade than ordinary lapel collars.The matching trousers have straight legs, and a pure white shirt is worn inside, with a black silk bow tie on the shirt.

Wu Weiwei glanced at Brother Chen, reached out to take out the suit, and spread it on the bed.

An order invoice floated out of the skirt and fell on the bed.

Chen Ling picked up the invoice, the name of the shop that made the suits was at the beginning, it was a handmade custom studio, the price was at the bottom, and the office worker's signature was at the bottom.

After squinting to identify for a long time, I finally translated the ghost-drawing-style signature. It turned out that the second suicide was named Li Fang.

Wu Weiwei touched the collar of his suit, "The style of this dress is so formal."

Chen Ling nodded: "It's a dress."

Wu Weiwei didn't understand: "As an ordinary office worker, how many opportunities can he wear? Could it be that the company has a banquet recently?"

"I don't know." Chen Ling had an idea in his mind, but he couldn't confirm it yet, "I'll call the company that made the dress and ask."

Chen Ling made a phone call, and after reporting the name of the office worker, he deliberately slowed down his voice and quickly figured out the matter.

The suit is a wedding dress. Apart from the one at home, there is also a freshly made, embroidered bright red Chinese dress in the studio that has not been taken away.

The studio asked on the phone: "Mr. Li, when will you come to pick it up? We called you all day yesterday, but all the phones were turned off."

Chen Ling: "I have something to do these few days, so let's put the things away first, and I'll go there when I'm done."

Anyway, the money is paid, even if the final buyer doesn't want it, the studio can't lose the money, and can resell it to others, earning two shares at once.

The boss of the studio said calmly, "Okay."

After hanging up the phone, Chen Ling's eyes became very strange, he turned to Wu Weiwei and said, "It's a wedding dress."

"Ah?" Wu Weiwei thought of Xiaofan, "Could it be that these two knew each other before? They made an appointment to commit suicide together?"

"Impossible, don't forget, Xiao Fan's death is related to the ghost marriage."

"That's why we said they made an appointment. A ghost marriage doesn't have to be a marriage between a living person and a dead person, but it can also be a knot between two dead people." Wu Weiwei thought about it, but this was all he could think of.

Chen Ling folded the suit, shook his head and said, "No, according to what you said, if they really knew each other, why did Li Fang only make the man's dress? And that paper rose that disappeared, ordinary office workers don't have that Ability to make things disappear out of thin air."

The most important point is, shouldn't people who make an appointment to die in love to be ghost couples hold hands and go on the road together? They won't choose such a bloody way of suicide in two places like Xiao Fan and Li Fang.

Wu Weiwei scratched his hair, still a bit in disbelief: "Then what's going on, is Li Fang really being dragged into a ghost marriage? He is the second victim, and this is going to be a ghost marriage Is it Aquaman!"

Chen Ling didn't know if he heard what he said, he frowned and was distracted, not knowing what he was thinking.

Wu Weiwei didn't dare to disturb his train of thought, and put his brother Chen's folded suit into the box lightly, and closed the lid.

"Here we come." Chen Ling said suddenly.

Wu Weiwei was taken aback for a moment, and was about to ask who was coming when he heard soft voices in the corridor.

"Those two people who fetched the computer?!" Wu Weiwei looked at Chen Ling nervously, "Brother Chen, shall we run away now? The two of you talked to the auntie of the neighborhood committee and we both revealed our secrets."

"I'm going out, you stay in the room." Chen Ling walked out quickly, raised his eyes and saw two men wearing glasses and plaid shirts who had already walked to the door.

Before the two of them questioned the aunt, Chen Ling suddenly shouted: "You are here!"

The aunt was at a loss: "Who is this?"

Chen Ling pulled the two of them and pushed them into the room. After pushing in, he returned to the door and said to the aunt: "We are colleagues. I have already called the HR department and contacted Li Fang's family members, so the company has another I sent two people over, thinking about helping to pack things in advance."

"You guys are really thoughtful." The aunt believed it, "Just put it away, I'll go downstairs and find some cardboard boxes for you guys."

"Thank you, auntie." Chen Ling was so sweet that he didn't want to. As soon as the aunt left, he gently closed the door and turned back to the narrow room.

Li Fang's colleagues are also programmers, one tall and one short.

The two didn't hear what Chen Ling said to the aunt of the neighborhood committee in the living room, so they thought they were Li Fang's family members, so they took the initiative to chat with Wu Weiwei and asked him if he had seen Li Fang's computer.

Wu Weiwei slapped his forehead, he really saw it before, "Under the coffee table in the living room."

The short man nodded to Chen Ling and went out to get his notebook, while the tall man stayed in the room and said to Wu Weiwei: "You are Li Fang's family members, and there are still his belongings in the company. If it is convenient, you can go and get them." Otherwise, it will be thrown into the trash can tomorrow."

It seemed interesting enough for the company to leave three days to pick up the relics. The tall man walked in with a notebook, turned it on, checked the information inside and edited half of the code.

Wu Weiwei couldn't decide, so he turned to look at Chen Ling.

Only then did Chen Ling say, "Okay."

The short man nodded, and glanced at the tall man, "Have you checked?"

"There is a power-on password, so I can't open it for the time being." The tall man closed the computer, planning to go back to the company and find a way to decipher it.

"Are you going back to the company now?" Chen Ling asked, "Can we go with you to pack things for Li Fang."

"Yes." The short man went out first, followed by Chen Ling, and the tall man and Wu Weiwei were last.

Without anyone noticing, a five baht coin rolled along the corner line of the wall, and when Chen Ling passed through the door frame, it jumped into the palm of his hand that was hanging on the side of his leg.

The scale of the software company is not large, with a total of more than 30 people, and the project team has ten employees, accounting for one-third of the entire company's population.

After entering the company, the tall man brought Chen Ling to Li Fang's desk.

"Here it is, you can help him clean up slowly." After finishing speaking, he left, returned after a minute or two, and put a small cardboard box on the desk.

Chen Ling packed everything carefully, for fear of missing anything.

He stood on the ground to clean up the desk, and Wu Weiwei squatted down to clean up the things in the cabinet.Seeing how carefully Brother Chen can find it, no matter how stupid he is, he will know that he is looking for paper roses.

It wasn't until now that he understood why Brother Chen denied his bizarre conjecture, because from the very beginning, Brother Chen's direction was paper roses and dark marriages.

As long as the paper rose is found, it can be proved that both Li Fang and Xiao Fan died of a dark marriage, and died of that gorgeous, bright red paper rose.

The two put the things on the desk, even a discarded post-it note, into a cardboard box, but the thing they were looking for, seemed to be hidden deliberately, and never disappeared.

Chen Ling pushed the box and asked the tall man sitting at the next table, "Have you seen Li Fang's paper roses?"

"You also know?" The tall man asked in surprise, "Does he want to tell his family about such a small matter?"

Chen Ling let out a foul breath, nodded and said, "That thing is very important."

"I don't know where it is." The tall man said, "Li Fang loves that paper flower, I only saw it once in total."

Chen Ling asked: "When did he get that rose?"

The tall man looked at him suspiciously, "He told you about the paper rose, didn't he say anything else?"

"No." Chen Ling said, "There are clues to Li Fang's death on the paper rose, if possible, please tell me carefully."

When the tall man heard this, his face turned pale. He looked around at the colleagues who were immersed in typing on the keyboard, and gestured to Chen Ling, "Come with me."

There are too many people in the office, and it is not convenient to talk.

The tall man took Chen Ling and Wu Weiwei up to the top floor roof, where flowers and plants were planted, tables and chairs were placed, and sun umbrellas were erected. It was the favorite place for employees to come to during their lunch break.

Pulling out a stool under the sun umbrella and sitting down, he said, "Li Fang picked up the rose at the crossroads, I saw it with my own eyes."

Chen Ling: "When?"

"Five days ago, the day before Li Fang died." The tall man said, "It was just at the intersection in front of the company. It was after eight in the morning. There were many office workers coming and going, and no one bent down to pick up That thing, except Li Fang."

Five days ago, that is, the day after Xiaofan's accident.

Chen Ling pinched his fingers and nodded seriously, "And then?"

"Then he brought the flowers back to the office." Speaking of which, the tall man frowned hard, apparently not liking Li Fang's behavior of picking up things everywhere, "There is a saying in our hometown that things on the ground, especially red envelopes, red envelopes, etc. It is best not to pick up paper and money, so I am more sensitive to this. At that time, Li Fang followed like a demon and insisted on inserting paper flowers in the ink bottle."

"Ink bottle?" Wu Weiwei was surprised, "That can't be dyed into a black rose."

"No, for the paper rose, he poured out the newly bought ink on purpose before inserting the rose. That's all, he still placed the rose right in front of him. When he was buried in his desk, he raised his eyes I can see it. When I look up to use the computer, I can see it with my eyes down. In addition, when I go to the cafeteria for lunch at noon, he will also take the paper rose."

The tall man paused and asked, "Do you think he is crazy?"

Chen Ling shook his head: "Li Fang doesn't have such a precious thing at home, nor on his desk. Do you know where it went?"

"How would I know." The tall man waved his hand, and said in a reticent way, "It would be better if that thing is gone, just looking at it feels evil, it's weird."

Wu Weiwei hissed and leaned forward, "What's wrong?"

"I can't tell you the specifics, but I think it's weird anyway."

"Something has to happen to make you feel that way."

Hearing Wu Weiwei's skeptical tone, the tall man was not convinced, and said angrily: "Li Fang said he was getting married, that someone at home was waiting for him, and that he would treat us to a wedding banquet when the wedding is finalized. Isn't that strange? Who in the company doesn't know he's single."

"Okay, we got it." Chen Ling stood up, "Thank you today."

The tall man stabilized his mood a little, and shook his head, "Everyone was together... Seeing how he died so badly, everyone is not in a good mood recently. To tell you the truth, some people say that Li Fang is a ghost, and some people say that he It was because of too much work pressure. No matter what the reason was, it was a pity that he passed away at a young age."

These words kept circling in Wu Weiwei's mind, and he began to understand that if what Chen Ling said at the beginning could be stopped as soon as possible, many tragedies could be avoided.

Seeing Chen Ling who was rushing forward, he quickened his pace and at the same time called out to stop him: "Brother Chen, slow down, where are we going now?"

Holding those relics in his hands, Chen Ling looked stern, "The paper rose disappeared, it must be hidden somewhere waiting to be picked up by the next person. We must find it, otherwise there will be another victim."