Relocation Brigade

"Unfortunately, my son is not at home recently." Mrs. Wang smiled unchanged, looked at Mrs. Jiang again, and asked gently, "How old is your child this year? It really doesn't look like he graduated a few years ago."

Mrs. Jiang glanced at Chen Ling and said, "I can still lie to you. I'm 27 this year, so I look small."

Chen Ling pursed his lips, looking at Mrs. Wang's earnest eyes unchanged.

Mrs. Wang seemed unaware of his gaze, she still looked at Mrs. Jiang, covered her mouth in surprise and said, "27? He's as old as my son."

Then she turned her head and met the young man's black and white eyes, "When is your birthday? Let me see who is older, you or my son."

Chen Ling's voice was soft, fingers nervously clutching the fabric on his knees, "August NO.19."

"Nineteen..." Mrs. Wang clapped her hands and laughed, "You and my son's birthday are on the same day, what a coincidence!"

Chen Ling buried his head lower to hide his expression.

He could sense Mrs. Wang's interest in him, and when she asked about his birthday, she probably wanted his birth date.

No matter what time he made up, the son of the Wang family who didn't show up would have the same birthday as him.

Sure enough, Mrs. Wang's question came again, "What time is it?"

Chen Ling said blindly, "At ten nine in the evening."

Mrs. Wang nodded, picked up the teacup and drank tea, just covering the inappropriately excited smile on the corners of her lips.

Chen Ling couldn't see her full expression clearly from the angle, but the shadow of Mrs. Wang's lips was reflected on the bone china teacup. He raised his eyebrows and returned to his cowardly look in a second.

The teacup hit the coffee table with a soft sound.

Sitting upright, Mrs. Wang looked a little more satisfied with Chen Ling. Of course, those who don't know the situation will only think that this is a kind of liking for the younger generation by the elders.

She said: "Since they are so destined, it is indeed time for the two children to get to know each other. Maybe the two hit it off and become good friends."

"Your son can concentrate on creating, and his personality must be calm and quiet. I don't worry if he takes our Xiao Ming with him." Mrs. Jiang then made up a nickname, and then frowned slightly, "But I don't seem to see you this time. Didn't your son come back with you?"

Mrs. Wang's face stiffened for a moment, "I'm back, I went to play with my former classmates these few days."

He glanced at Chen Ling again, saw that he was still wearing a short-sleeved T-shirt, and asked worriedly: "Is it cold, kid? The temperature of our air conditioner is low. Don't catch a cold."

Chen Ling looked at the other party for two seconds, and said along the way: "It's a bit cold."

Mrs. Wang smiled, "Wait a minute, I'll go up and get a piece of my son's clothes for you to wear."

Chen Ling nodded obediently, "Thank you, Auntie."

"Thank you, I see you as close as a family." Mrs. Wang turned to Mrs. Jiang and said, "Sit down for a while, I'll be back soon."

Looking at the back of Mrs. Wang leaving in a hurry, Mrs. Jiang's relaxed image immediately collapsed.

She tightened the shawl on her body, leaned in Chen Ling's direction, and asked, "Why do I think there is something wrong with Mrs. Wang? When she first entered the door, she acted as if she couldn't see you, but now she has become so enthusiastic again."

Chen Ling said, "Want to hear the truth?"

Mrs. Jiang was shocked and said, "I think so."

"I think she's taken a fancy to me." Chen Ling lowered his voice, "The temperature in this room is so low, it may be to preserve the corpse."

Mrs. Jiang's eyes widened and she almost cried out.

Jiang Shengxing had seen the couple appear together in the villa area with his own eyes. Of course, Mr. Wang couldn't be the one who died.

A guess emerged in my heart.

She covered her mouth with her hands and waited until her frightened heartbeat calmed down before she took it away, "Mr. Chen, are you serious?"

Chen Ling was not very sure, after all, he had no evidence to prove that the Wang family's son was dead.

"It's just a guess." He said, "Calm down, play by ear later, if she wants to keep me, you go first."

"How can this be done? This won't work. It's too dangerous. If those things are really related to the Wang family, you will definitely be in danger if you stay!" Mrs. Jiang's face turned pale, and she wished she could drag her away now.

Chen Ling motioned her to be calm, and then pointed to the ceiling.

The sound of shoes trampling on the stairs came over, from top to bottom, from far to near.

Not long after, Mrs. Wang returned to the living room with a thin and suitable jacket, "Xiao Ming, come on, try it on."

The jacket is bright red with a golden phoenix embroidered on the back.

Chen Ling took the clothes, spread out his hands, and stared at the phoenix motionlessly.

Mrs. Wang thought that he thought the phoenix on his back was too flashy and eye-catching, so she explained softly: "This dress was designed by my son himself, and then handed over to a high-end manufacturer for special customization. He was writing folk customs at that time. Articles related to ancient legends must say that the phoenix is ​​noble and capable of nirvana. After rising, there is such a piece of clothing."

Speaking of her son, she was full of pride and doting: "Actually, I also think it's fancy, but I can't help my son like it, so I let him go."

"Auntie, since your son likes this dress so much, you can't wear it without his consent." Chen Ling tightened his fingers, clutching the dress very fondly, but said hesitantly, "Why don't you call and ask first?" Just ask."

"I can't get through the phone..." Mrs. Wang was distracted for a moment, and her voice was very low. When she realized something, she suddenly came back to her senses.

As if to cover up the words she murmured before, her movements suddenly became urgent, and her smile was unreasonably enthusiastic, "Our aunt has the final say, and he dare not disagree. Xiao Ming, you just need to wear it."

Chen Ling repelled it in his heart. In order to let the fish take the bait, resisting the discomfort, he put his arm into the sleeve and closed the zipper.

The writer son of the Wang family should be about the same height and weight as him. The jacket fits perfectly and has a beautiful shape.

Looking at the young man's back, Mrs. Wang was in a daze for a moment. She opened her mouth and almost called out her son's name.

Biting her tongue, she relied on the pain to calm herself down, and praised: "Xiao Ming looks a lot more handsome in this outfit."

Mrs. Jiang didn't feel this way, but felt an inexplicable coldness in her heart.

The bright red blood is as dazzling, and the hand-embroidered phoenix on the back is stiff and lifeless. It is so delicate, but it gives people a rigid and lifeless feeling.

Thinking of Chen Ling's guess, she quickly clenched her fingers and forced a smile: "Mrs. Wang, it's getting late, why don't we visit when your son comes back."

Mrs. Wang was stunned for a moment, and anxiously asked to stay: "It will be noon soon, why don't we leave after eating."

Mrs. Jiang was about to break out in a cold sweat, and she didn't dare to agree, so she hurriedly said, "I have other things to do later, so I won't disturb you. Xiao Ming, let's go."

Chen Ling made a gesture to stand up.

"Wait." Mrs. Wang's voice was suddenly sharp. Realizing her impoliteness, she smiled apologetically and said, "If you really have something to do, I won't keep you, but Xiao Ming has to stay."

Mrs. Jiang didn't dare to make a decision, she looked at Chen Ling.

Chen Ling didn't speak either, with hesitation on his face, as if he wanted to stay but didn't want to.

Mrs. Wang said with a smile: "It's like this. When I went upstairs, I actually called my son. He said that if there is no accident, he will be back this afternoon. I think Xiao Ming and I will come back soon." My son is very hit-and-miss, why don't you stay, and when my son comes back, the two children can communicate with each other face to face."

At a place out of sight, Chen Ling lightly touched Mrs. Jiang, curled his lips at her, and then nodded to Mrs. Wang, "Then trouble auntie."

"What's the trouble? Auntie said, I treat you as a family."

The kindness in Mrs. Wang's eyes was about to overflow, and Mrs. Jiang felt horrible and weird looking at it, she patted the back of Chen Ling's hand, and said in the tone of an elder telling a junior: "Be good, don't trouble Aunt Wang. "

Chen Ling nodded obediently: "I will."

Mrs. Jiang left Wang's house worriedly. The door behind her separated the cold space and the hot weather outside into two parts.

She looked up at the bright sun in the sky, and suddenly smiled.

Before leaving, the three words the young man said reassured her a little. She knew that Chen Ling's answer did not mean to stay in the Wang family honestly, but to cause trouble for the Wang family.

In the villa, everyone was still sitting in the living room, and their sitting postures remained unchanged from before Mrs. Jiang left.

Seeing his wife coming back alone, Jiang Shengxing got up quickly, leaned forward and looked back, "Where's Mr. Chen?"

"Mr. Chen said he wanted to stay and let me go first." After Mrs. Jiang finished speaking, she found that the atmosphere in the living room, which was originally very stiff, had dropped to freezing point in an instant.

Her heart skipped a beat, and she met her husband's hesitant expression.

The leisurely temperament on Jiang Yu's body changed, "What exactly happened in the Wang's villa?"

Mrs. Jiang hurried over and reported everything in detail.

At the end, she added: "Mr. Chen seems to be somewhat sure."

Jiang Yu chuckled, and asked an irrelevant question, "You said he put on that phoenix-stirring jacket?"

Mrs. Jiang nodded: "Yes."

Jiang Yu didn't make a sound anymore, but his face became more and more ugly, the wind and rain were about to come, hidden turbulence, no matter how dull people could feel the man's dissatisfaction with that phoenix jacket, or Chen Ling's wearing of the phoenix jacket.

Wu Weiwei straightened his back, and lightly bumped Li Hongyu's waist with his elbow, "Brother Jiang, why are you so unhappy? Isn't it just a piece of clothing?"

Li Hongyu said seriously: "Combined with the previous case, the victim will prepare wedding clothes for himself before getting married. Red and embroidered phoenixes happen to be important elements of ancient wedding clothes."

Wu Weiwei: "Understood, what Mrs. Wang wore for Brother Chen was not an ordinary jacket! No wonder, Brother Jiang is not happy that Brother Chen put himself in danger."

Jiang Shengxing, who was sitting on the independent sofa, glanced at him, sighed and shook his head, he was still too young.

Taking personal risks was only a small reason for the ancestor's anger. What really made him angry was: my partner actually wore a wedding dress given by another man.

Mr. Chen, I'm afraid he's about to suffer.

Jiang Shengxing didn't tell the truth, saving face for his ancestors.

At this moment, Li Hongyu's cell phone rang suddenly.

Seeing that it was a call from a group of subordinates, he knew that it must be related to the other two victims. After connecting, he turned on the speakerphone.

"Team leader, two people have been found. One was filling the bathtub with water when he was found, and a pair of dragon and phoenix candles were lit not far away. When the other security guard was found, he was in the back kitchen where his relatives worked. He said that he I came here to discuss the wedding banquet, and I wanted to ask a relative to help me talk to the supervisor, can I get a discount. But we found a set of sharpened catering carving knives from his bag."

Li Hongyu asked: "Ask these two people, have you given someone else's birth date recently?"

"The female white-collar worker was delirious and didn't ask any questions. But the security guard said he had filled out a questionnaire."

"What questionnaire?" Li Hongyu asked.

"House purchase willingness survey." The person at the other end said, turning his head and talking to the other people behind him, and then added, "This thing is distributed on purpose to obtain the real horoscope. But anyone who fills in the real and valid Anyone with information can participate in the month-end lucky draw, and the special prize is a river view room."

These days, it is not easy for young people who are working alone to buy a house. If such a big temptation is released, I don’t know how many people will rush to snatch the questionnaire.

Who would have thought that these ordinary and urgent wishes would become daggers that force people to a dead end in the hands of those with a heart.

Li Hongyu asked: "Which company sent the questionnaire?"

The other end said: "Rongjian Group."

"It's Wang!" Jiang Shengxing suddenly shouted, "The Wang family is in the real estate industry. Their company acquired many small real estate companies in the past two years. The Rongjian Group was renamed from the Wang Group after the merger. .”

Wu Weiwei: "Is there any business relationship between Hengjiang Group and Rongjian Group?"

If this is the case, the Jiang family will also be implicated if the Wang family suffers retribution and collapses because of their son.

Jiang Shengxing waved his hand and said, "No, no, Hengjiang's real estate projects tend to be high-end, while Rongjian's are ordinary residences."

Coupled with the fact that colleagues are enemies, the Jiang family can maintain a nodding relationship with the Wang family, which is considered pretty good.

After hanging up the phone, Li Hongyu said: "The Wang family obtained a large number of real birthday horoscopes through questionnaires, and then threw the paper roses at the place where the questionnaires were distributed. If the person who picked them up just filled in the questionnaires, the performer behind them can pass The corresponding horoscope is to understand the life of the other party, and then through the soul-absorbing spell, continuously stimulate the negative emotions in the other party's heart, so as to increase the possibility of the soul remaining in the world after death."

The case was solved, but now in a society ruled by law, no one can directly break into Wang's house and take him down just by relying on these.

Even if the person is caught, the person behind the operation is still at large.

Although the hearts of the Wang family are vicious and terrifying, the practitioners are the greatest disaster.

What should be done specifically is not something Wu Weiwei should think about. He glanced at the people present, and every one of them had a bad expression, either fearful or angry, gloomy or cold.

"Then what..." He cleared his throat, "I'll send these messages to Brother Chen first."

After speaking, he got up and went to the back garden.

From the back garden of the Jiang family, you can see a bit of the Wang family's villa. After Wu Weiwei sent the text message, he looked up and saw Chen Ling standing on the balcony of a room and waving at him.

He lowered his hair and sent a text message: [What's wrong? 】

Chen Ling replied: [Secretly help me deliver the backpack. 】

Wu Weiwei understands, Brother Chen is going to make trouble.

Putting on the mobile phone and returning to the living room, before his fingers touched the bag, the other hand picked up the backpack before him.

Jiang Yu's mood has returned to normal, and his tone is light: "I will send it over."

Wu Weiwei sighed in his heart, the tacit understanding between Brother Jiang and Brother Chen is perfect. Is this a tacit understanding? Otherwise, why would Brother Jiang know what he lacks without Brother Chen saying a word?

"Brother Jiang." Calling someone to stop him, he said, "Brother Chen is on the second floor of Wang's villa, in the room in the northeast corner. You can throw the bag to him from there."

Jiang Yu responded and left Jiang's house neatly.

Chen Ling didn't know that the person who came to deliver the things had changed temporarily, and he was lazily leaning on the sofa watching a movie.

The room he is currently in is the guest room of the Wang family.

Soon after Mrs. Jiang left, Mrs. Wang asked him if he was tired. If he was tired, he could go to the guest room to rest first.

Chen Ling knew that if he sat in the living room all the time, he would disturb Mrs. Wang doing bad things, so he agreed.

Not long after he went upstairs, there was a slight sound of closing the door downstairs. He walked to the window to look at the back garden, and the iron gate was locked.

So he quietly left the room and went to the window at the end of the corridor, from here he could just see if anyone was going in or out of the main entrance.

The conclusion is, no.

The Wang family did not leave the house, nor did they go up to the second floor. Mrs. Wang must have entered the first floor, or a room in the basement.

Chen Ling focused on two things, while thinking about the newly received message from Wu Weiwei, while watching the dog blood mother drama on TV, before he knew it, half an hour had passed.

He picked up his phone and checked, but there was no message from Wu Weiwei asking him to go to the balcony to pick up the package.

With a puzzled "Huh", he frowned and sent a text message.

Only to find that the phone suddenly had no signal.

Chen Ling was vigilant and looked around vigilantly. Only then did he realize that the atmosphere in the guest room had changed unknowingly. The invisible eerie feeling spread in every corner of the room. surround him.

His heart tightened, and he pulled out the seal of Huangshen Yuezhang hanging around his neck and let it hang on his chest.

As the shadow got closer, the seal on his chest began to feel hot.

Chen Ling opened his teeth and bit the tip of his tongue loosely. As long as the opponent had the momentum to attack, he would spray blood from the tip of his tongue in the air, catching him by surprise.

The speed of the shadow surrounding him accelerated, reaching his feet in an instant.

Chen Ling frowned, and just about to bite the tip of his tongue, a hand stretched out from the dark shadows and pinched his cheeks.

The lips were forced to part, revealing the slightly raised pink tongue tip inside.

The young man's eyes widened in surprise, his pupils constricted, and his hands, which were about to form a seal, were bound by shadows.

The familiar sense of oppression and restraint made him flustered, and to be honest, a little irritating.

But now the place and time are not suitable, he has to stop the madman.

However, the imagination is beautiful, but the reality is tragic, because the cheeks cannot return to their original shape, and the lips cannot be closed. With the tongue alone, he can only utter a few vague syllables that cannot form a sentence.

The shadow covering the room is getting heavier, implying that the man is in a very bad mood at the moment.

"Resist me." In the cold air close to the body, a familiar deep male voice came, "Try to resist me."

Chen Ling had no talisman paper, no magic weapon, and he couldn't even bite his tongue, so it could be said that he had no strength to resist.

The shadows began to fade, revealing the tall and straight figure of the man.

Jiang Yu's hands were still restraining him, his long and narrow phoenix eyes were narrowed, and his pale pupils showed a bit of obstinate madness.

"You can't even resist such a small shackle, who gave you the courage and confidence to stay here alone?" Unable to hear the young man's answer, he let out a low "huh" and raised his voice at the end.

Chen Ling heard a bit of murderous intent in the casual tone.

His Adam's apple twitched, and his invisible bound hands struggled twice, his eyes softened, revealing a little pleading to please.

Jiang Yu frowned, knowing that he couldn't bear such a gaze, he simply avoided it, and his eyes stopped on the red jacket on the young man.

dazzling.

An eyesore.

It makes people want to take off this dress immediately.

At this moment, Jiang Yu really felt angry and irritable.

He raised his hand and picked up the collar of his jacket with his fingertips, so that the disgusting fabric would no longer stick to the young man's skin.

"Do you know what this dress means?"

Chen Ling couldn't speak and could only blink.

With such a simple action, Jiang Yu accurately guessed the meaning, "Since you know you still dare to wear it, do you think I'm dead?"

Chen Ling continued to blink.

"No?" Jiang Yu sneered, "Then take it off now."

Who knows if there is a talisman hidden in the clothes, what if the caster is disturbed by taking it off, Chen Ling tried to shake his head, but when he found that he couldn't, he began to blink wildly.

Blink, blink, eyelids almost cramp.

Jiang Yu didn't catch up with the correct brainwaves with him this time, he said, "You want me to help you?"

The corner of the man's mouth finally showed a little smile, "Okay, I'll help you take it off now."

Chen Ling: "..."

It is suspected that the ancestors did it on purpose, but there is no evidence!

Chen Ling avoided Jiang Yu's hand with his shoulders, and tried his best not to look away, his sore cheeks were free again, "You can't take it off, you will be discovered by the Wang family."

Jiang Yu kept silent with a dark face, staring stubbornly at the zipper pull that the young man had pulled to the top.

Fearing that the man wasn't crazy enough, Chen Ling gritted his teeth, jumped on him, stood on tiptoes, raised his head, and pressed the tip of his chin against the other's neck.

"This is an expedient measure, do you understand fishing?" His voice was soft, and his breath seemed to spray on the man's Adam's apple, "And I dare to come alone because of you. won't come."

Jiang Yu's eyes fell, and stopped on the shoulder of the young man against his chest.

Under the slender arms connected to the shoulders, the hands were close together, trapped firmly, right between the two of them, the most awkward position.

Jiang Yu: "..."

Breathing heavily for a few seconds, he closed his eyes, gritted his teeth and pushed the person away, loosening the invisible shackles on the young man's wrist.

When Chen Ling regained his freedom, he did not turn his back on anyone.

As an old vinegar, the old ancestor usually loses his temper even if he is even a little close to Huang Daxian. Today, when the Phoenix jacket incident happened, he couldn't be so angry that he bleeds internally.

It is necessary to amplify the tricks in order to coax people well.

He narrowed his eyes and thought about a remedy, and waved at Jiang Yu, "You lean your head over here, I have something to tell you."

Jiang Yu didn't say a word, but he took half a step forward and approached with his head down.

Chen Ling clenched his fists nervously, his intense heartbeat made his body temperature rise, his cheeks and eye sockets were hot.

Taking a deep breath, closing his eyes, he raised his head and kissed the man's face heavily, and a "boo" sounded in the silent air.

He blushed, looked into the man's astonished eyes, and asked softly, "Are you still angry?"