Relocation Brigade

"Mr. Yao...Cousin..." The intern's voice was trembling, and he didn't even dare to move his neck.

With one movement, his cheek could touch the head.

The thick fishy, ​​rotten smell lingered at the tip of his nose, his eyes were tightly open, and the heart in his chest was beating violently, hitting his ribs harder and faster each time.

The intern felt breathless and was forced to open his mouth to breathe.

At this moment, the head resting on his shoulder turned slowly, and a bunch of black hair went straight into his mouth.

"Ho...ho...ho..." The person in charge panted desperately, stunned by the scene in front of him.

Although he didn't see the front, he saw that strand of hair piercing through the back of the intern's head, running straight in his direction!

Help, help!

An invisible force shrouded him on the driver's seat, the person in charge breathed heavily, and his body trembled.

Wrong, he was really wrong, he shouldn't touch these things, when Agui warned him, he should stop!But he didn't, in order to have a breakthrough point, in order to bring his column group to a new level of traffic, he gave up awe and gave up the bottom line.

Regret gnawed away at his heart like insects and ants, causing tears to well up in his eyes.

Unfortunately to no avail.

too late.

God once gave him a way to turn back, but he did not step on it. Now the opportunity has been lost, and all he will face is the abyss.

"Don't..." The hoarse, terrified voice was weakly squeezed out. The person in charge exhausted all his strength, and finally broke through the force and was able to make a sound.

"Help! There is a ghost! Help!"

"Who will save me, who will save me..."

"Don't come over..." The person in charge's voice changed from agitated to weak, and finally was blocked back into his throat. The thing pushed away the intern's lifeless body and crawled over from the passenger seat.

The hands are cold, the black hair is sticky and messy, the white eyes without pupils, and the distorted face...all of these are magnified in front of his eyes.

The coldness that hits the face makes one's scalp tingle.

The person in charge was already unable to struggle anymore, he felt something had gotten into his mouth, disturbing his abdominal cavity, and wanted to empty it out full of malice and patience.

He wished he could die immediately, but he had to clearly feel the pain every minute...

At around 08:30 in the evening, the overtime staff of the [-] column group finally got off work. Some of them had cars and took the elevator down to the parking lot on the first floor.

"What's going on today, the light in the parking lot seems to be a little darker than usual."

"Why do I feel the same."

"Look! Isn't that Mr. Yao's car? Did he drive the car away?"

"It's not right, look, the co-pilot's door is open."

Several people looked at each other for a few seconds, and decided to go over and take a look.

The car was parked in the dark, blocked by outside light, and from their perspective the inside of the windshield was pitch black.

The person walking in the front suddenly stopped and did not move.

The person behind pushed him and urged: "Hurry up and go." Immediately afterwards, two indistinct words were heard.

He asked, "What?"

The person in front struggled to open his mouth, "Dead...all dead..."

This matter caused a lot of trouble, and the column team immediately called the police after realizing it.

The surveillance footage of the parking lot showed that both the person in charge and the interns stuck their fingers deep into their own throats, resulting in shortness of breath and suffocation to death.

This is so ridiculous, what normal person would do this?

After it was revealed on the Internet that the deceased was the person in charge of [-], this question set off a huge upsurge on the Internet.

Some people connected the front and back, saying that the death of the person in charge was purely due to being blamed by the deceased, and he was plagued by bad luck.

If a person suffers from bad luck, he can stuff his teeth after drinking water, let alone running into ghosts and bewitched by night walks.

Those who said that the video was faked before were afraid of being blamed by the deceased, so they repeatedly posted apologies on Weibo, and some even found out the address of the Lin family, and personally sent a bouquet of flowers and fruit baskets to apologize.

It was already noon the next day when Chen Ling knew about it.

Because he borrowed the strength of the officer and exerted too much force, his muscles began to ache from last night.

In order to sleep well, after lying on the bed, Chen Ling specially sent a message to the old ancestor, telling him not to crawl into bed in the middle of the night.

Not at ease when it was over, he told the five baht money hanging on the door frame to watch the door carefully.

When he was optimistic, he personally sewed a small cloth bag, which was specially used to hold copper coins, so that it would be oily and shiny.

The wild ghost living in the five baht coin has a humble way of life, and its soul is so faint. Over the years, it has also become accustomed to staying in the five baht coin, and that is the snail shell it cannot do without.

It is naturally happy when someone beautifies its house, and promises on the spot that the door will be absolutely guarded, and not even a mosquito will be let in.

I don't know if my warning worked, or if the five baht money was a good watcher, I really didn't get crushed by ghosts that night.

After Chen Ling got out of bed, he felt refreshed, and his muscle pain was relieved a lot.

He left the room after washing, dazzled by the golden sunlight outside.

In front of the stone table covered by the shadow of the courtyard wall, Wu Weiwei was setting the table and chopsticks. Turning around, he saw brother Chen standing at the door, grinning: "Brother Chen woke up just in time, dinner is about to start."

Chen Ling walked out with his slippers on, and looked around: "Where are Master and Jiang Yu?"

Wu Weiwei pointed to the gloomy room in Jiang Yu: "Brother Jiang is reading in there, Mr. Zhao has gone to the base, he just called and said he will be home soon."

Chen Ling looked in the direction of his finger, the door of Jiang Yu's room was open, and there was an indescribable coolness inside.

He went straight in, and the man was really reading a book, and it was a scripture again.

Chen Ling didn't ask any more questions, but said in a low voice, "It's time to eat."

Jiang Yu nodded and closed the book. Chen Ling looked a lot shorter than standing upright on the ground without getting up, and he had to look up to see the young man's face clearly.

But the man's eyes only wandered around Chen Ling's face for a moment, then shifted to his neck.

The bruise on the neck was no longer felt, but suddenly it seemed to be burning again. Chen Ling turned his eyes away and was about to retreat, when the little finger of his right hand hanging on the side of his leg was suddenly touched.

He froze for a moment, looked down, and found that his entire hand was held by a man.

The hand that was one size smaller was perfectly wrapped by the palm of the big hand, as if it should fit like this.

Sweat began to break out on Chen Ling's forehead, his eyeballs rolled around, and a kind of unspeakable joy was contradictoryly mixed with his flustered emotions.

He pursed his lips, he was reluctant to pull out his hand, but he was also embarrassed to look at the man, his eyes couldn't move around quietly, and finally fixed on Jiang Yu's bed.

The ancestor's bed was made of mahogany, without bedposts, but the bed was covered with beautiful antique carvings, which looked very new, but had a quaint atmosphere.

Chen Ling wasn't sure if it was an old item, but he could tell that the neatly folded clothes were definitely his high school uniform!

There were two pillows on Jiang Yu's bed, one should be slept on by himself, and the other... Chen Ling felt an indescribable sense of shame.

The school uniform folded into small cubes lay on another pillow in a stately manner.

Chen Ling really didn't expect that the ancestor would specially reserve a place for his clothes on the bed.

Jiang Yu followed his gaze, raised his eyebrows, and said calmly: "The breath on the clothes dissipates quickly, and it will last for another two days at most."

Chen Ling: "Speak directly if you have something to say."

He spoke calmly, but panicked in his heart.

Jiang Yu said seriously: "Two days later, I need a change of clothes. Or, I will come to you at night."

Chen Ling carefully observed the man's facial expression, he was calm and indifferent, and his ears were not red.

Based on his experience, he can judge that the old ancestor probably didn't do bad things with his clothes, and when he said looking for him, he should have slept with his clothes in his arms in a serious manner and did nothing else.

If it wasn't involved in that matter, Chen Ling's mood swings would not be so big.

He frowned, and said in a negotiating tone, "I'll find you another dress."

Jiang Yu agreed, nodding solemnly: "Okay."

But less than three seconds after the words fell, he regretted it, and expressed his inner desire openly, "But I want to sleep with you even more."

"...No." Chen Ling couldn't get used to him beating him to death.

Noticing that the man was still looking at him, he pursed his lips and said softly, "Let's take our time."

Jiang Yu smiled, like a frozen lake melted by the spring breeze, so gentle that it made one's heart tremble.

Chen Ling couldn't stand him laughing like this, and changed the subject forcefully: "Hurry up and eat, I'm going out first."

Jiang Yu let go, and his fingertips gently scratched the young man's palm before leaving completely.

Chen Ling went out from the house, raised his head and bumped into Zhao Xunchang who was walking in from the courtyard gate.

Zhao Xunchang was holding the big parrot in his hands, his eyes were creases in a smile, which was unprecedented, and he was still humming.

Seeing the little apprentice, he immediately stopped smiling, and his eyes stopped on the bruise on Chen Ling's neck.

Chen Ling touched it with his backhand, and said embarrassingly, "Why hasn't it disappeared yet?"

Ever since Zhao Xunchang saw this injury when he came back yesterday, Chen Ling had been talking about it all the time. He was fed three bowls of talisman water in a row, and he was so bloated that he almost couldn't sleep.

Zhao Xunchang frowned, couldn't help poking the little apprentice's forehead hard, couldn't help but wanted to teach others: "In the future, when you go out, put a few more talismans on yourself first, so as not to be approached by ghosts. That’s right, what are you doing hiding in your clothes, hang the clothes behind you, and see what dares to move you.”

It is best not to speak at such times, as speaking will only make you more criticized.

Chen Ling nodded again and again, saying yes and yes.

Zhao Xunchang hadn't finished speaking yet, "That ghost has been implicated in evil ways, and he has been raised for a while. He doesn't look good. Although he can't kill you if he starts a ruthless attack, it can still kill you. If it weren't for the old ancestor If you make a move, you're more than just a lottery."

Chen Li was so speechless that he couldn't hold his head up.

Zhao Xunchang saw him drooping with his head down, he couldn't bear it, moved his lips a few times, stopped his mother-in-law's repeated scolding, and kept his voice very low, "The old man didn't tell you if he saw you this morning, so he didn't say to help you." About healing?"

If so, it would be very inconsiderate.

Zhao Xunchang curled his lips in dissatisfaction.

Chen Ling suddenly twitched, "I said it, but I didn't agree, anyway, it will disappear in two days."

He remembered what happened when he came back yesterday and was still on the road.

At that time, Jiang Yu held Chen Ling's shoulders, fixed him on the back of the chair, and stroked the deepened pinch marks with his fingers.

The itchy feeling made people unable to sit still. Chen Ling was afraid of being seen by Wu Weiwei who was driving, so he didn't dare to resist too violently. He just refused with a small movement, and then he was sucked by the man's lips on the side of his neck.

He was stunned at the time, and he pushed the person away as soon as he realized it.

The ancestor was quite innocent at the time, saying that you were burned by yin qi, and you had to suck out what had penetrated into your skin.

The other party was completely kind, Chen Ling could only say thank you repeatedly, then covered his neck with both hands, and shrank into a corner, reducing his sense of existence.

Jiang Yu touched his lips in a daze, chuckled, and said sincerely, "Call me anytime you need it."

Chen Ling pretended to be deaf, and said to himself, the old ancestor is really not human when he is flirting, what kind of concentration can make him do such things and say such things without blushing and heartbeat.

Hey, in the end, I am still too good at it, and I must step up to improve my mental quality and counterattack ability!

"What are you thinking!" Zhao Xunchang shouted suddenly.

Chen Ling was taken aback, guilty of not daring to look at anyone, "I didn't think about anything."

Although Zhao Xunchang has never married, he has seen many people along the way. He saw through the lie of the little apprentice at a glance, and said lukewarmly: "People are in the room behind you. What's the point?" Sichun's."

He was a little jealous, but refused to admit it, "Don't be so sticky, let him know that you won't be so proud."

Knowing that Master is arrogant and will not say anything, Chen Ling clasped his shoulders, "It is Master who loves me the most and cares about me the most."

Zhao Xunchang finally smiled with a straight face, raised his hand and tapped Chen Ling on the forehead, "Go wash your hands and eat."

Wu Weiwei's cooking skills are getting better and better. Except for Jiang Yu, the other two are full of oil. Even Huang Daxian, who was sleeping in the nest, was awakened by the smell of rice, poking his head out and wrinkling his nose vigorously.

Chen Ling wiped his mouth, with a satisfied face, he beckoned to the weasel: "Come here."

The yellow lightning flashed by and jumped onto the stool.

Just as the little weasel was about to put its two little paws on Chen Ling's legs, when it noticed something, it timidly raised its little head, glanced at the man sitting next to the young man, and lowered its paws back down.

Chen Ling's heart melted when he saw it, it was so cute, he grabbed the weasel En into his arms, and directed Jiang Yu: "Help it tear a big chicken leg."

Jiang Yu gave the weasel a sideways look, and remained motionless, the coldness in the corner of his mouth almost turning into substance.

Chen Ling urged: "Brother Jiang."

Brother Jiang's voice was similar to Wu Weiwei's usual voice, but after it fell into Jiang Yu's ears, for some reason, the voice became sticky and very touching.

Jiang Yu's tight lips moved, and he stretched out his hand to tear off a big chicken leg for the weasel, and put it in front of it, "Eat."

The weasel trembled, the hair on its body almost exploded, its two front paws hugged the chicken leg, and its hind leg kicked on Chen Ling's leg, and it was ejected, burrowing into the nest and refusing to come out again.

Chen Ling: "..."

Fortunately, Huang Daxian was raised instead of Xiaonaiwa, otherwise he would have to cry in fright.

After the meal, Chen Ling went to help Wu Weiwei wash the dishes together, and naturally talked about [-].

Wu Weiwei: "Their Weibo has been emptied, and then they posted a message saying that the column team will stop updating forever, and remind netizens that there are some things that you can not believe, but you must be in awe."

Chen Ling handed him the washed bowl that was stained with detergent foam, "Human greed is a bottomless pit."

"Brother Chen, what do you think the person in charge saw?" Wu Weiwei rinsed the bowl under the tap.

"Ghost." Chen Ling looked down at the pot full of foam.

Wu Weiwei shook his head and said: "Because I don't believe in ghosts and gods, there is no lower limit to filming, but in the end I was blinded by ghosts and frightened to death. I deserve it."

After washing the dishes in Chen Ling's pot, he poured out the water, turned the faucet to rinse off the foam, and asked, "Recently, you have been traveling with me on field trips. How is our website? I haven't seen a call for consultation."

Wu Weiwei glanced at him cautiously, "I have been watching the website and the consultation phone line, but someone asked, but when I heard the price, I hung up the phone."

"Why? We came at the market price."

"Because of the environment." Wu Weiwei was not very happy, "Our Yuhe Mountain is a famous barren mountain, and they all think it is not worth the price."

Chen Ling raised his head, and from the kitchen window, he could just see the ridge on the side of Yuhe Mountain, which was covered with greenery, like a spring blanket.

Putting Wu Weiwei's cleared bowl into the cupboard, he said, "No rush, take your time."

Wu Weiwei felt that Brother Chen was very Buddhist, and if it was someone else, he would have tried to publicize it a long time ago.But this is also good, don't rush for quick success, and be down-to-earth. Although the expansion of the business is a bit slow, it is stable and there will be no messy incidents.

And he had a vague feeling that to be buried in Yuhe Mountain, he had to pay attention to a word of fate.

After washing the dishes, Chen Ling looked at the time, guessing that Tang Siping had already had lunch by this point, so he made a call.

The phone rang for a long time but no one answered it. Just when Chen Ling thought the other party was busy and wanted to hang up, a voice came from the receiver.

"Master Chen."

"Mr. Tang." Chen Ling said politely, "I remember you called me yesterday and said there was something wrong with the planting area of ​​Sifang Garden."

"Yes, before my wife... No, it was the place where the spirit died, and a bougainvillea grew." Tang Siping's tone was very calm, without panic or fear.

It's worthy of having seen strong winds and waves.

Chen Ling frowned, "How tall are you?"

Tang Siping said: "It is more than two meters high, and it has already bloomed."

"Let me come and take a look." After Chen Ling finished speaking, he hung up the phone, went back to the house, changed into his home clothes, and came out, and met Jiang Yu who appeared at the door at some time.

He asked, "What's wrong?"

Jiang Yu: "Go out?"

"Yeah. Go to Sifang Mountain." Chen Ling pursed his lips and asked, "Are you going?"

Jiang Yu was no longer reserved, and shook the car key in his hand at the young man, "I'll take you there."

After finishing the finishing work, Wu Weiwei came out of the kitchen and saw the two of them going out.

Seeing that he intends to follow, Zhao Xunchang stretched out his hand to hold him back, "Whatever you want to go, stay and play backgammon with me this afternoon."

The macaw was more straightforward than the old man. He flapped his wings a few times and circled in the air, shouting: "Bulb, no light bulb."

Wu Weiwei: "Huh?"

Zhao Xunchang glared at Xiaolan, tapped its beak, "You are the one who talks the most!"

Outside the door, Chen Ling couldn't help but laugh, that parrot is really going to become a genius, its IQ is too high.

I don't know if the baby parrot born by Xiaohong will be as smart as his father.

Jiang Yu's car was parked on the side of the small courtyard, and soon drove over along the courtyard wall. He rolled down the window, "Get in the car."

Chen Ling sat in obediently, with his bag on his lap.

Jiang Yu is not talkative, and the two of them didn't feel awkward sitting in a small space, but they were a little bored.

After thinking for a while, Chen Ling took out his earphones and plugged them into his mobile phone to listen to today's city news.

The anchor's voice seemed to have a hypnotic effect. Just when he was about to fall asleep, there was a sudden ding-dong in the earphones.

Chen Ling suddenly opened his eyelids, his heart beating a little faster.

Jiang Yu glanced at him, seeing the young man with a blank face, he smiled and asked, "What's wrong?"

Chen Ling shook his head, "I was taken aback by the news from Wu Weiwei."

After turning off the radio, he unplugged the earphones and clicked on the information prompt on the screen.

[Brother Chen! ! ! ! !You have opened your mouth, and someone contacted me just as you said there was no business coming! ! !But not to buy a cemetery.The other party said that they saw our advertisement saying that we could move the grave for free, and asked if they could help exorcise evil spirits, would you pick it up? ? ? ? 】

Chen Ling dialed the phone, "Where is it?"

Wu Weiwei was still immersed in the excitement, and he shouted, "It's a private middle school."

"Middle school?" Chen Ling felt that something was wrong.

The students in the school are full of vigor and vitality, and even some school buildings built on cemeteries in the wilderness are rarely haunted.

Chen Ling asked: "Has there been a murder case in this school?"

"The man didn't go into details, he just said that he invited us to go there during the school's monthly vacation." Wu Weiwei was also afraid of getting a hot potato, so he suggested, "The school is on Third Avenue, why don't I go there first Step on it?"

Chen Ling felt that it was feasible, and agreed, "Okay, pay attention to safety."

Thinking that Wu Weiwei had to call a car by himself for business trips, it was inconvenient. After hanging up the phone, Chen Ling transferred a sum of money to Wu Weiwei, and asked him to go to the drawer in his room to get his documents and bring the car back.

After Wu Weiwei received the account notification and his brother Chen's text message, he couldn't wait to call an online car-hailing car and went straight to the 4S shop.

In comparison, Chen Ling is much calmer, buying a car is just like buying vegetables.

At this time, he was fully focused on the new next list.

He used his mobile phone to log in to the official button of Yuhe Mountain Cemetery, and read the chat records between Wu Weiwei and the other party.

The name of the school is Rongxin Private Middle School. It is divided into junior high school and high school. The school has very strong teachers. It can be seen that in order to obtain more students, the school has invested heavily in this aspect.

Chen Ling followed the name of the school and found the relevant post bar.

The post bar is full of prosperity, there are people looking for people, those who want to express their love, and those who record their study and life. There are all kinds of people.

After scrolling down for a long time, Chen Ling's eyes stopped on a post: That psychopath is really fucking unlucky, did anyone organize a group to burn incense in the temple on weekends?

Tap your finger lightly, and the interface prompts: This post does not exist.

But in the blink of an eye, it was deleted by the background.