Relocation Brigade

"Go ahead." As soon as Jiang Yu opened his mouth, the atmosphere relaxed.

Jiang Shengxing nodded, smiling kindly but not overly ingratiating, "I was negligent, everyone, stop standing here, go in first."

Only then did Mrs. Jiang look away, thinking about her husband's strange attitude.

Since everyone was there, she didn't ask any more questions, and she restrained her doubts and walked beside Chen Ling: "Wang's family and Sheng Xing have already told me about the two recent suicide cases. The villa passed by, and their family didn't know if there was anyone there, and the curtains were drawn tightly."

In the past, it was fine if the members of the Wang family didn't come back, and it was normal to pull the curtains.

But it’s broad daylight and the sun is shining brightly. Don’t you need to open the curtains to ventilate?Afterwards, she deliberately pulled the patrolling security guards to ask if the Wang family had gone abroad again, and why they closed the curtains.

If you don't ask, you don't know. Only after you ask, you will know how weird it is.

The security guard said that the curtains of the Wang family were drawn day and night, not to mention Mrs. Jiang, even the patrolling security guards had privately discussed why this family was so strange.

Chen Ling was puzzled after hearing this: "Their family members don't go out? But I heard from Mr. Jiang that I met them in the community."

"Go out, of course, or you'll have to suffocate." Mrs. Jiang doesn't go to the company very often, either stays at home, or goes out shopping with her little sisters, and occasionally makes mahjong appointments with other wives in the villa area. Things know a little more.

"The family didn't hire a nanny, and they cook and buy vegetables by themselves. Sometimes it's Mrs. Wang who goes out, and sometimes it's Mr. Wang. In short, only one person goes out."

"Has anyone ever visited their house?" Chen Ling asked.

"Yes, but very few." Mrs. Jiang hissed softly, and suddenly remembered something, "Some time ago, Mrs. Zhao next door knocked on their door and wanted to ask about immigration, but she came out not long after entering. She secretly told me that the Wang family's house is dark and dark, the air conditioner is turned on very low, and the couple are dressed thickly at home."

"Spend the winter indoors, and spend the summer outside?"

"Almost." After Mrs. Jiang responded, everyone had already entered the living room.

The maid aunt still remembered Chen Ling, greeted him with a smile, and asked him what he would like to drink.

Chen Ling didn't choose, "White water is fine."

Others also want boiled water.

After putting a few cups of water on the coffee table, Jiang Shengxing looked at Jiang Yu: "Recently, everything in Jiang's family is fine, and the side branch that was a monster before has also settled down."

"You don't need to report this to me, you can handle the Jiang family's affairs as you see fit." Jiang Yu's voice was thin and deep, and he didn't care about other affairs.

Jiang Shengxing didn't take these words to heart, the Jiang family was blessed by the ancestors to be here today, otherwise the luck would have been cut off long ago, and we still don't know what it would be like now.

In his opinion, as long as the old ancestor said a word, even if the entire Jiang family was set on fire, he would never say anything else.

But since Jiang Yu doesn't want to care about these trivial things, he doesn't care if he doesn't talk about it in the future, but there will be no less filial piety.

Thinking of this, he turned his gaze to Chen Ling.

The young man is sitting on the far right of the one-shaped sofa. Although Jiang Yu is a certain distance away from him, his leisurely sitting posture is slightly to the right.

It's a subconscious gesture of intimacy.

However, based on a few short encounters, the experienced Jiang Shengxing can be sure that Jiang Yu's coldness and indifference come from his heart, and he doesn't like to be close to others from the bottom of his heart.

But when these things approached Chen Ling, they all disappeared.

Jiang Yu treats Chen Ling to be close, and puts him first in everything. Take the previous design drawing as an example. Jiang Shengxing slept soundly in the middle of the night. Suddenly, his ancestor asked him to take the design drawing to ask Chen Ling's opinion in a dream. meet him.

Jiang Shengxing woke up in a cold sweat, and sat on the bed for a long time, with Jiang Yu's cold words floating in the night still echoing in his ears.

Otherwise, why would he rush over with his team the next day.

According to the original plan, he was going abroad for a meeting.

There have been a lot of radicals these days. Jiang Shengxing is not old-fashioned, so he doesn't think there is anything wrong.

What bothered him was that in the future, if a junior was to be called ancestor, would those who didn't know think he was crazy?Even though he was mentally prepared for this, he still had a burden on his mind, and he was so worried that he just wanted to sigh.

"Okay, I won't bother you with these trivial matters in the future." Jiang Shengxing smiled sincerely.

Knowing that he should put things first, he straightened his expression and turned to look at Chen Ling, "What is Mr. Chen's plan? Do you think we should find an excuse to go now, or wait and see?"

Chen Ling took a sip of water and stood up, "Let's go now."

Just as he was about to lift his foot, the mobile phone in his pocket vibrated suddenly. He took out the mobile phone and found that it was Tang Siping calling.

"Hello, Mr. Tang."

"Mr. Chen, it's not good, you've been put on the Internet." Tang Siping rarely panicked, "You're also related to some suicide case!"

Tang Siping just came to the company for inspection, and happened to meet an employee who was fishing at work.

The employee stared straight at the screen, so absorbed that he didn't even notice when he got close.

Curiously, Tang Siping followed the other party's line of sight to the computer screen. He was stunned for a moment, and the screen turned out to be Jiang Yu, the financial manager of Chen Ling and his company. The two seemed to be standing in front of the sink in the public bathroom.

Tang Siping suddenly asked the staff to get out of the way, and sat on the computer chair to watch.

The person who took the video was obviously taking it secretly, and the two people in the picture seemed to be avoiding the third person present, and neither of them said a word.

At the end of the video, there is a short explanation, saying that this video was recorded about half an hour ago, when someone was about to jump off the building.

The column team arrived and was about to do an interview, but found that the younger T-shirt youth standing in front of the sink took out a red paper flower from the subject's clothes, and the paper flower suddenly burned after being disassembled. stand up.

When the photographer found the traces of the two, they had already entered the bathroom, so there was a picture of the two in silence.

There is another paragraph below, saying that although the young man in the T-shirt did not speak, the staff heard some voices from the other party before entering the door, which was exactly the same as the voice speaking to Papa Lin in the Huihun Night video.

Although there is no certainty that the two are the same person, the inductiveness is strong enough, and the comments have already begun to praise the younger brother for his great voice and better appearance.

Just this short mime of more than one minute is not enough to cause a big disturbance.

What brought the matter to a climax was that the big V also played a recording before releasing the video.

The recording tells the story of a young man's self-reported experience of encountering ghosts. After the verbal narration, a paragraph of text is attached:

This is the most challenging "superstition" chain case that the [-] program group has encountered since its inception.Yes, as you can see, starting with the suicide of a high school girl, my staff began to experience bizarre incidents.His narration is very true, and I do not doubt whether it is true or false, but this does not mean that we will turn to "superstition" in [-] and challenge science.

We always have only one purpose in recording programs, to tell everything with science and to answer the unknown with the infinite wisdom of human beings.

To this end, we will continue to follow up and report despite hardships and fears.

Thinking of this passage, Tang Siping was very angry.

Science and metaphysics do not conflict, why do these people insist on investigating with the mentality of "keeping one"!

Do you think your life is too long?

"Mr. Chen, are you still listening?" Tang Siping asked.

"I'm listening." Chen Ling repeated the recording and video on Wu Weiwei's mobile phone, and said, "Thank you, Mr. Tang, for telling me about this."

"You are too polite. Then what, I have something else I want to ask you."

"You said."

"There is a bougainvillea growing in the planting area. I asked, but no one has planted it..." Tang Siping swallowed nervously and excitedly, "Mr. Chen, do you think my wife is back? "

Chen Ling frowned and said, "I'll come over and take a look when the matter at hand is finished."

Tang Siping said yes repeatedly, and the two parties hung up the phone.

Wu Weiwei had already watched the video twice, and his gums were itching with anger, "It's this [-] again, what the hell! Brother Chen, they filmed it without your permission and put it on the Internet, we can sue them!"

Chen Ling's tone was calm, but his eyes were cold, "Offending ghosts and gods is tantamount to setting themselves on fire. Sooner or later, they will be unlucky."

But the video still had to be deleted, he didn't want to be watched online.

Even if he could bear it, the ancestors couldn't bear it either.

Chen Ling quietly glanced to the side, tsk, the old ancestor's face is about to stink to death, and being dug up by someone is just such an expression.

But soon, he realized a problem——

Jiang Yu was indeed unhappy, but his eyes were not on Wu Weiwei's mobile phone that played the recording repeatedly, but on his own mobile phone screen.

Chen Ling turned his body away, glanced secretly, and was dumbfounded.

The ancestors who have never had an APP for thousands of years are frantically downloading the most popular application software.

After a little thought, he understood.

When he answered Tang Siping's call before, he planned to use Jiang Yu's mobile phone to log on to Weibo, but the mobile phone turned out to be clean, with nothing but its own software.

Then he went to ask Wu Weiwei for a mobile phone.

With a snort, Chen Ling teased Jiang Yu and said, "I will definitely use yours next time."

Only then did Jiang Yu look up at him, solemnly, as if making an extremely important agreement, "Yes."

It's just that the voice is a bit muffled, probably still depressed.

Chen Ling almost boasted how cute he was, but he held back and turned to look at Wu Weiwei: "Send another private message to Zero One Eight and ask them to delete my video, otherwise don't blame me for being rude."

Jiang Shengxing said: "Mr. Chen, leave this matter to me. Our company has the most mature legal team, so it is more convenient to handle."

Chen Ling looked towards Jiang Yu.

Jiang Yu finally finished downloading the app, and lifted his thick eyelashes lazily, "Let's leave it to the lawyer."

With the words of the old ancestor, Jiang Shengxing immediately got up and went to a quiet place to make a call. He hung up the phone for less than 5 minutes. Fearing the power of capital, [-] deleted the short video of the mime.

Mr. Yao, the person in charge of [-], began to fidget after hanging up the phone.

How could he have never imagined that a magic stick could be related to the powerful Jiang family? He had gone the wrong way in broad daylight and bumped into the gate of the Dragon King Temple.

The little girl in charge of Weibo operation stood opposite the desk, "Mr. Yao, after the Weibo was deleted, someone immediately started asking on Weibo for the remaining two days, asking if it was a supernatural phenomenon."

The person in charge felt aggrieved, "Don't worry about it, you go and inform the people who follow the film, don't lose them."

If it weren't for someone jumping off the building, the staff who went to shoot just happened to meet Chen Ling, and they don't know when they will be able to catch this big fish.

He had a hunch that as long as he followed him closely, there must be something more explosive behind him.

Nowadays, Weibo fans are increasing every minute and every second. Netizens want to know whether those real and weird pictures are true or not, and whether they can find out scientifically accurate answers to explain them.

As long as they continue to follow up, the popularity of Weibo will not drop.

Thinking of this, the person in charge couldn't help being happy, hummed a song, and tapped his fingers on the chair to follow the tune.

Suddenly, his face changed, and he noticed that the square panels spliced ​​together on the ceiling moved.

I rubbed my eyes, and then took a closer look, oh, it turned out to be vertigo.

Thinking of the new advertisement and sponsorship he received more than ten minutes ago, he was in a better mood, picked up a pen, and began to write the follow-up plan.

There was a loud bang.

The glass door of the office was slammed open, and the glass door hit the wall, almost shattering.

Agui rushed in with a dark face, before he could get close enough, he leaned across the desk and punched the person in charge in the face.

"Yao, you fucking lied to me!"

"Agui, are you crazy? Can't you speak well if you have something to say!" The person in charge's face suddenly swelled up, and the fist was quite hard.

Agui laughed back angrily, "I think you are crazy!"

His roar passed through the office door, and everyone outside heard it.The person in charge wanted to save face, pointed to his nose in the air, walked out of the office desk, closed the door, and lowered the blinds.

Knowing that he lied to others about introducing the master, he was a little unreasonable. He held back the anger of being beaten, and said with a smile: "What a big deal, you are so angry. When this wave of heat passes, I will share some bonuses with you. It is my favor." Buy your story."

Seeing that Agui didn't say a word, and looked at him with terrifying eyes for a moment, he felt guilty, and reached out to touch the other's shoulder, "Can you tell me something."

"To your mother." Agui was trembling with anger, and patted the hand on his shoulder in disgust, "What I'm telling you is not a story, it's something that actually happened! It wasn't the only one who participated in the recording that night. Me alone! Didn’t the soul walk the way home one by one when returning to the soul? When the girl passed by the car, maybe she even took a look at you.”

He took a deep breath, with a grim expression on his face, "Mr. Yao, you offend the deceased over and over again, are you really not afraid of bad luck? I've already run into evil twice. I'm afraid you're the one behind the scenes. It will be more violent than me! Take it easy when walking at night, don't even know how you died in the end!"

After finishing his words, Agui turned around and left, quickly and anxiously.

When he passed the girl's desk in Weibo operation, he remembered the deleted Weibo, and reached out and tapped on the girl's desk, "Who told you to delete that video?"

The girl glanced to the left and right, afraid of offending the person in charge, and said in a low voice, "It was the Hengjiang Group's legal counsel who personally called and ordered us to delete it. The boss is quite upset."

"Is there a phone number for the legal affairs officer?" Agui asked quickly.

The little girl shook her head: "He called the boss's cell phone." Feeling that the person in front of her was very preoccupied, she asked, "Ah Gui, what happened?"

"It was you who posted the Weibo, how could you not know?" Agui asked back, with a bad tone.

"You, did you really see a ghost?" The little girl's thin body trembled, and her calves, which were exposed outside her skirt, felt inexplicably cold.

She made up her mind and said cautiously: "But when the boss asked me to post on Weibo, he said that this was a story you made up. I thought what he said was true..."

"Leave this ghostly place early, and be careful of bad luck." After reminding Agui, he asked, "Do you know who is following the filming now?"

The little girl nodded quickly and said, "I know, it's the intern you brought before."

The girl was timid, and after a little hesitation, she said softly, "Do you want to go to the young man in the video to exorcise evil spirits? I just called the intern, and he said he was in the Hengjiang villa area. The security guard stopped him, Looking for other ways to enter the community."

"I don't know how to live or die." Agui snorted coldly, raised his eyes and thanked the little girl, then turned and left.

In the office, the person in charge held down a blind, looked out through the gap, and saw Agui leave, raised his hand to touch his increasingly red and swollen cheek, it was burning and painful.

"It's really ruthless." He cursed lowly, went to the small refrigerator next to the desk, and took out the iced Coke.

The aluminum can is emitting white mist, and it feels irritating and icy after it is applied to the skin.

The person in charge greedily wanted to roll the can to appease the rest of the red and swollen parts, but found that his palms and cheeks seemed to be stuck to the can.

He froze for a moment, thinking that his palms were numb from the cold, he didn't exert any strength, his arm muscles tensed up, and his wrists pushed forward forcefully.

It didn't work, the cans really stuck to my face!

The thin water mist covering the cans turned into a difficult sticky glue. After several times, the person in charge felt raw flesh and blood.

In a panic, he opened the door and went out into the bathroom.

Seeing someone standing inside looking at him stupidly, he cursed fiercely: "What are you looking at, get out!"

The person was about to leave, but the person in charge stopped him again and ordered: "Keep the door open, and no one is allowed to approach."

After the person left, there was only one person left in the bathroom.

The person in charge approached the mirror, tightened his fingers, gritted his teeth and pulled hard.

"Ahhh!!" The tragic shout came from the bathroom, and the person guarding the door shivered in fright. He withdrew his thought of going in and took a look, and stopped a person who wanted to go to the bathroom by the way, " Boss Yao said, no one can enter, let's go to the company downstairs."

The person in charge trembled, looking at himself in the mirror in disbelief.

A large piece of skin was missing from the face, leaving only a thin layer of skin sticking to the face, and the red meat underneath could be clearly seen.

His pupils tightened, his eyeballs trembled nervously, and he stared at the soda can with fear.

The torn skin still stuck to the sides of the can, a constant reminder of the horror that had just happened.

The person in charge held down the twitching eyelids, and when the eyeballs stopped shaking, he raised his injured hand.

Fortunately, the skin on the palm of the hand was not as tender as the one on the face, a small piece was torn off, and the wound was not so red.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, grabbed the can and threw it on the ground.

Unexpectedly, the top of the soda can was directly cracked, and the gas sprayed out from the inside, hitting the head of the person in charge with a huge impact.

The force was too great, he was knocked uncontrollably and fell backwards on the ground, the back of his head hit the tile unluckily, making a crisp bang.

He opened his mouth, wanting to call for someone, but no one heard him, and no one came in to find him.

In the end, he had to drag his limp body, grasp the ground with his fingers, and crawl out slowly.

When the person in charge was helped up by the staff guarding the door, Chen Ling and the others had already arrived at Wang's house.

Too many people can easily arouse the vigilance of the other party, so when we went there were only Chen Ling and Mrs. Jiang.

As I learned before, the Wang family is very strange. The temperature of the air conditioner is unbelievably low. Entering from the hot outside makes people feel like it is winter.

Chen Ling's identity today is Mrs. Jiang's relative.

He put his hands on his knees, looking prim, quiet, careful, like a bumpkin who has never seen the world.

Mrs. Jiang pulled the shawl on her body, very glad that she was smart when she went out.

She pursed her lips, and warmly made up a story: "Mrs. Wang, it's like this. My relative is very introverted and doesn't like to talk. He has graduated for several years and changed jobs several times, but he is always so timid. , afraid of this and that.”

Mrs. Wang wore a lot of thin down jackets at home. She carefully looked at the young man who was sitting quietly, her eyes were slightly bright, "This boy is so handsome, there must be many girls chasing him."

Chen Ling didn't speak, but looked at Mrs. Wang timidly, and lowered his head shyly.

Mrs. Wang was about to speak when she saw the young man sneezed. She explained in embarrassment: "The air conditioner in our house is broken, and we have called for maintenance for a long time but have not sent someone to fix it. Called to complain."

Mrs. Jiang asked, "Why don't you just replace it with a new one?"

Those who can live in this villa area are either rich or expensive, who cares about the money to replace the air conditioner, if something is broken, it is obvious that the temperature of the air conditioner is turned so low on purpose.

Mrs. Wang said: "We only stay in China for three months a year, there is no need for that, we can change it next year."

"You really know how to live." Mrs. Jiang praised casually, and then changed the topic back, "Don't look at the shy kid in our family, he is a talented student who graduated from the Chinese Department of K University. He Parents think that the child's personality has been fixed, and it's not so easy to change, so it's better to find a job that suits his personality. No, I'm thinking of you."

She pursed her lips and moistened her lips, not daring to touch the water Mrs. Wang poured, "I heard that your son is engaged in writing?"

Mrs. Wang was a little proud: "Yes, my son is a novelist, and the physical books he publishes are very popular."

"This job is good, free play, and you don't need to get along with people often." Mrs. Jiang said, "Mrs. Wang, I was thinking, if possible, it is better to ask your son to help guide and guide this child in our family. "

Chen Ling spoke at the right time, intentionally speaking softly, so as to fit in with his character design, "Auntie, is it okay?"