Relocation Brigade

"Why did he hang himself?" Chen Ling shrank his shoulders, his eyes were wet, full of fear and confusion.

"I also heard from the students who came here to eat. It seems that he feels that his family is not as good as other students, and his grades are average. Maybe he has too low self-esteem, so he can't think of committing suicide." Thinking of the passing of his young life, the proprietress sighed Tone, "I still have a little impression of that child. There were two monthly vacations, and he was brought to me by his classmates to eat twice. Every time he kept his head down and didn't make a sound when others spoke."

"Those classmates have a good relationship with him?" Chen Ling felt very strange. According to what Wu Weiwei heard, the classmates in the class didn't seem to treat the deceased that much.

"Probably... not very good." The proprietress said, "That is a very silent child, and the students who came with him didn't treat him very well. I only saw one time, they poked someone with a barbecue stick, Little classmate, think about it, the tip of the barbecue stick is so sharp, how painful it must be to poke your body."

Chen Ling's eyes fell on the table, and the washed sticks glowed coldly under the light. With a little force, the skin would be pierced and bleed.

Wu Weiwei also lay down on the table here, and asked, "Auntie, what do you mean, that student committed suicide?"

"It was suicide. That day was the end of the monthly vacation and returning to school. Many students who hadn't finished their homework arrived at school early and wanted to catch up with their homework before the early self-study. As a result, some of them didn't know why they went to that small forest. , they turned along the path and saw a pair of feet dangling from it."

The proprietress was standing on the street outside the small gate and heard the terrified shout, "Not long after that, the police came. But I heard from the security guard at the school gate that when the body was put down from the tree , and did not find anything like a stool underneath."

She gave a "tsk" sound and looked at Chen Ling: "Little classmate, how on earth did he climb up the tree and hang himself to death?"

"I don't know..." Chen Ling carefully recalled the scene when he climbed the strange wall before. There was only one branch on the enclosed ground. Could it be that the deceased climbed up the tree by himself and put a rope around his neck? , jumped down again?

If it is suicide, it seems to be the only way to hang yourself without stepping on something.

"You guys have been waiting for a long time." The boss brought out the hot barbecue on an aluminum tray from the back. He just listened inside and knew what his wife was talking about.

After putting down the tray, he begged in a low voice: "You guys, please don't say that these things are passed down from our family. All the shops on this street belong to Rongshen Middle School. After the accident, the school ordered us not to tell the story. Get out, or we won't be allowed to continue."

"You can rest assured about this." Jiang Yu's expression was calm, and he returned to his table after speaking, and tapped his fingers a few times.

Chen Ling received the call, and immediately sat back in his seat and started eating.

After eating supper, before leaving, he suddenly asked, "How long ago did that happen?"

The proprietress carefully recalled: "Not long ago, about a month and a half ago."

The moon in the sky was still covered by dark clouds, and the streets in the city were also covered with a layer of gloom.

Not long after Chen Ling boarded the car, he leaned against the window and fell asleep. He didn't wake up when he arrived at Yuhe Mountain.

Wu Weiwei stretched out his hand to wake him up, but was glanced at by a sharp gaze.

He shook his fingertips, and silently put his hand back, "Brother Jiang, you have to wake up Brother Chen first, you can't sleep in the car all the time."

"No need." Jiang Yu got out of the car, walked around to the co-pilot, and carried him out.

The car key drew a parabola in the air. Wu Weiwei was startled, and quickly reached out to catch it. When the man walked into the yard with Brother Chen in his arms, he realized belatedly that this meant asking him to park the car.

Jiang Yu carried the man into the house, and with his fingertips he opened the collar of the Polo T-shirt, revealing the pinch marks underneath.

The pinch mark has faded a lot, like a light blue rope running across the skin, very dazzling.

After lightly rubbing his thumb a few times, he leaned over, and pressed his cool lips against the young man's warm skin, rolling and sucking, as if he was greedily tasting some delicacies, and the expression on his face remained calm.

Chen Ling slept very well this time. After waking up, he pressed the back of his neck and rubbed it. Then he settled in the distance, lifted the quilt to look at it in astonishment, and lay down on the bed again.

"Five baht." He asked, "How did I get back last night?"

I only remember falling asleep in the car, and I have no memory of the rest.

The five baht money got off the door frame by itself, rolled to the side of the bed, and jumped onto the thin quilt on the young man's lap: "That man brought you in, and he gnawed your neck and touched your hands while you were asleep, Inhale your scent."

Chen Ling: "..."

Wuzhuqian is a pure wild ghost, so there is no ambiguity or ridicule in his words, but a ten-tenth accusation.

Seeing that the owner was silent, it said again: "I don't think he is a good person. He always sneaks into your bed."

Chen Ling rubbed between his brows, "How long has he been in the room?"

I remember the five baht money very clearly, "35 minutes and 23 seconds!"

Chen Ling thought, it's been so long, no wonder he has to leave, it must be enough money.

He hung the five baht money back on the door frame and went into the bathroom.

He looked in the mirror carefully, and there was no trace of being pinched by the evil spirit, but there was a red mark at the bottom near the collarbone.

Although I have never eaten pork, the description of five baht coins is enough to confirm that this is the masterpiece of the ancestors.

Hickey marks actually appeared on his body, no matter how Chen Ling thought about it, he felt it was unreal.

He squeezed toothpaste for himself, after a few strokes, he couldn't help tearing off his collar again, touched the mark, grinned, buried his head and continued to brush his teeth.

Today's breakfast is noodles. Except for Jiang Yu, everyone in the whole family is very full.

Chen Ling cleaned up his stomach by washing the dishes, and asked Wu Weiwei if the school had any reply.

Wu Weiwei shook his head and said no, "Maybe I haven't seen it yet. If there is no reply by ten o'clock, I will send two more messages to ask."

Chen Ling nodded: "Don't worry, even if you want to exorcise evil spirits, it will be at the end of the month, and there are still ten days to go."

"Brother Chen, if there is really a ghost haunting that school, and the ghost is Gao Shengsheng who was bullied to death, what are you going to do?" Wu Weiwei asked curiously.

"If he didn't die, it's best to help him escape smoothly. If he did, he can only be handed over to the underworld." Chen Ling piled up the cleaned bowls and looked at Wu Weiwei, "But what he received All injustices must be reported to the underworld. The Underworld has its own horizontal ruler, and they are free to judge whether the crime is justifiable or unforgivable."

Wu Weiwei drained the water in the pool, lowered his eyes and said: "I hope he is not blinded by hatred, loses his mind and hurts innocent people, otherwise he will be bullied while alive, and he will go to hell to be punished when he dies."

Among the living people, no one has seen the real hell, but from the descriptions in various scriptures, one can imagine the cruelty and ruthlessness of hell.

"There are laws for human beings, and restrictions for ghosts and ghosts. No matter who they are, they must abide by it." Chen Ling said it somewhat cruelly, but this is the law of the world that no one can control.

If you go to harm others because you died unjustly, and don’t go to the wronged creditors, then how is the ghost who died unjustly different from those who bullied and humiliated him?

The message from the principal of Rongxin Middle School did not come back until around ten o'clock in the morning. At that time, Chen Ling was sitting on the newly bought bus, going out with Wu Weiwei to buy diving equipment.

It was not safe to look at the mobile phone while driving, and a ticket would be issued if he was caught, so Wu Weiwei handed the mobile phone to the person in the passenger seat.

Chen Ling looked at the information displayed on the button, and raised his eyebrows: "The principal of Rongxin made an appointment with us on the 31st, and we will meet at the back door of the school after six o'clock in the afternoon."

Wu Weiwei: "Where is the back door? I don't remember it."

Chen Ling was even more ignorant, turned on the phone map, switched to the satellite map mode, and soon found the back door of Rongxin Middle School.

The back door should have been abandoned for a long time, and behind it was a narrow alley.

In order not to let the matter spread, the school can warn businesses outside the school, and delete posts on the forum, even if it is not reported in the news.Letting them go through the back door was simply because the headmaster didn't want people to know that he had hired someone to exorcise evil spirits from the school.

Chen Ling replied with a good word, and quit Koukou.

Wu Weiwei took the mobile phone and stuffed it into his pocket, "The principal is very cautious. He has come to this point, and he still refuses to give a phone number."

"He didn't want to involve us too much, and he was afraid of revealing more personal information." Chen Ling said, "The more he is like this, the more I want to know what happened to Rongshen Middle School. I always feel that it may not be just the campus. Violence as simple as that."

The specialty store for diving equipment is in the city center. After arriving, under the professional introduction of the boss, Chen Ling spent a lot of money to buy two sets of diving equipment, and struggled for a long time between ordinary masks and glass helmets... Finally, he chose the latest glass After the helmet is connected to the oxygen tube at the rear, it is no problem to wear it for half an hour at the bottom of the pool with leg cramps.

In the afternoon when he returned to Yuhe Mountain, he went up the mountain with his equipment to find Foreman Yang Bao, and asked him to help call the water-savvy workers mentioned earlier.

The worker has dark skin, is in his early thirties, and has a simple and honest personality.

"Boss Chen." He rubbed his hands nervously, "Brother Yang said that you want me to go into the water to have a look right now."

Chen Ling nodded, "There is a reward, and I have prepared the equipment for you."

He handed a bag at his feet to the worker, and pointed to the work shed not far away, "Go and change it first, I will wait for you on the shore after changing it, if you find anything in the water that cannot be solved, Just go up and say it, and then take me down."

Chen Ling was a little afraid of swimming.

Originally, his skills were not good. When he was 19 years old and went to the beach with his parents on vacation, he was almost dragged into the water by a water ghost and drowned. This made him stiff when he got out of the water. pulling scene.

The workers were born in the countryside and used to playing in the water naked. Now they wear diving suits, oxygen cylinders on their backs, and full-face glass helmets. Not to mention how awkward they are, and their walking posture is a bit smooth.

Chen Ling also changed his clothes, patted him on the shoulder and said, "This is all for safety, just bear with it."

After a few movements on the spot, the workers felt that their limbs were not so stiff, and then walked to the water pool at the foot of the mountain.

The pool is no longer so smelly, but it has nothing to do with the so-called ornamental value. The turbid black water makes people feel dizzy just by looking at it.

Fortunately, he was still wearing such a layer, otherwise it would be too embarrassing.

The worker was grateful for the thoughtfulness of the little boss, took the flashlight just sent by Wu Weiwei, bent his legs, and plunged into the pool like a jumping fish.

Because it is daytime, the inside of the pool is not completely dark, and the water has a certain indescribable stickiness, which is disgusting.

According to the instructions to find the spring, the workers searched inch by inch along the bottom of the pool with a flashlight, and finally found a strange thing in the center.

That thing blocked the mouth of the spring like a plug.

The blocked spring is actually alive, but because of the blockage, the ability to spit out the spring is greatly reduced. If you listen carefully, you can find that there is a sound of gurgling water coming out of the depth of the spring.

Workers turn on the flashlight to the brightest and observe carefully.

Ball-like, black like a ball of soil, and like a ball of soft black-hearted cotton.

He reached out to touch it, and immediately felt an astonishing coldness. Just as he was about to go up to report, his bare feet were wrapped around something.

On the shore, Chen Ling suddenly smelled something unusual.

Immediately put on the helmet, buckled the safety valve connected to the diving suit, closed his eyes and jumped into the water. Following the faint light of the flashlight, he quickly found the worker whose limbs had been entangled.

He swam over, and also found the living spring, and the disgusting ball-shaped "monster" that swelled a lot and stretched out countless tentacles.

Chen Ling never thought that he would encounter evil spirits underwater, so he could only grope for a stone from the bottom of the pool and cut his right middle finger.

The blood smeared in the turbid water, he ignored the pain, using blood as cinnabar and water as yellow paper, he quickly drew a talisman.

The thing that entangled the worker seemed to have been greatly injured, the whole spherical body trembled violently, and instantly let go of the worker, shrinking back to its original size.

The worker was so frightened that he swam desperately to shore as soon as he was rescued.

Chen Ling picked up the flashlight he had thrown at the bottom of the pool, observed it through the mask for a while, and finally determined that it was a mass of dead energy.

The dead energy has gathered at the bottom of the pool for many years, just blocking the spring.

He closed his eyes and said in a low voice: "The heaven and the earth are natural, the filth is scattered, the cave is mysterious and empty, and the Taiyuan is shining. The majesty of the eight directions makes me natural..."

The divine mantra of purifying the heavens, slaying demons and binding evil spirits, saving thousands of ghosts.

The dead air left by the withered vegetation on Yuhe Mountain passes through the ground to the bottom of the pool, and slowly accumulates into a mass during the past 20 years. It already has its own consciousness, which is regarded as a demon.

If it is not removed, when he is fully grown, this thing will spread like a plague, and the pool of water will not survive, and the surrounding grass and saplings will wither again.

After chanting the mantra three times, Chen Ling's fingertip blood filled with yang energy floated in the water again. The lifeless air was like the ice surface hit by an icebreaker, the broken pieces of air dissolved in the water and disappeared.

The sound of water gushing out of the spring became louder. Chen Ling approached, and the water near the spring changed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Not every inch of grass and trees on Yuhe Mountain was rejuvenated, some of the weeds on the back mountain were still lifeless, and the dead air was condensed together again. He swam back to the shore and asked Wu Weiwei to go down the mountain to get a gossip mirror from the drawer in his room. After the film is wrapped several layers, it is sent to the mountain.

Wu Weiwei rushed back to the small courtyard, and seeing the two generations of old and young people in the courtyard still sitting quietly at the stone table playing chess, he couldn't help but announce the good news: "Mr. Brother Chen pulled out a ball of dead energy from the water!"

As early as when the group of death suddenly attacked the workers, the two Yamashita had already felt it.

Especially Jiangyu.

At that moment, Zhao Xunchang was thinking of regretting his unruly move, when the man sitting opposite him suddenly turned his head and looked in the direction of Yu Heshan, his eyes were as sharp as a cold knife.

You don't need to ask to know that something is wrong on the mountain.

Just when Zhao Xunchang was about to ask, he also felt that unusual gloomy aura brought by the breeze.

Jiang Yu dropped a pawn and looked at Wu Weiwei: "After the matter is over, drag the person back. The pool water is dirty, and the wound needs to be disinfected."

Wu Weiwei was startled, it's okay for these two people not to be surprised when they heard about the incident on the mountain, but they even knew that Brother Chen's finger was injured!

It's amazing.

Jiang Yu looked sideways at the stunned person, "What are you doing in a daze, don't hurry up."

"Oh, right now!" Wu Weiwei entered Chen Ling's room with a downcast mood, took out the gossip mirror and went to the kitchen.

The gossip mirror is carved from thunder-struck peach wood, with a copper round lens embedded in the middle. He wrapped it with plastic wrap and wrapped it again and again. He was worried when it was over, so he put a fresh-keeping bag on the outside.

Then he ran up the mountain again with the gossip mirror in his mouth.

Wu Weiwei came to the pool out of breath and handed the mirror to Chen Ling.

Chen Ling took the mirror, turned around and dived into the water, buried the gossip mirror in the mud beside the spring, and found a few stones to press on it.

The worker who had just entered the water hadn't recovered yet, and he was out of breath and told others what happened to him.

"Really, I'm not lying, it's really fucking water... water ghosts! It's slippery, it entangles my feet first, then my hands..."

Wu Weiwei comforted: "Brother, calm down, don't be afraid, with my brother Chen here, no ghost will dare to hurt you. And it's not a water ghost, it's death..."

"What is dead air?" Foreman Yang asked with a trembling voice instead of the stunned workers.

Wu Weiwei explained: "As long as it is alive, there is vitality in its body, that is, anger. After death, the vitality is taken away, leaving behind a cold dead air, which is the special breath emitted by the corpse, and the ghost's Yin energy. It's different."

"What is Yin Qi?" The contractor asked without understanding, and he asked very seriously.

Wu Weiwei: "..."

If he continued to ask, he might be asking about the origin of Taoism, so he waved his hand, "Brother Yang, you can check it online, there are standard answers on it, which are more professional than mine."

Foreman Yang nodded, and actually took out his mobile phone to check.

With a crash, Chen Ling emerged from the water, and first took off his heavy helmet and threw it to the shore.

Wu Weiwei quickly squatted down to the edge of the pool and pulled him up.

Chen Ling collapsed on the grass to rest for a while, went back to the shed on the mountainside, took his clothes, went back to the courtyard and took a shower.

Wu Weiwei was outside the bathroom door helping him pack up the diving equipment that had been thrown on the ground. Just as he was about to pick up the diving suit, Jiang Yu came in.

He said, "I'll do it."

In the bathroom, Chen Ling adjusted the water temperature to a high level and used hot water to wash away the chill from his body, but when he came out of the bathroom wiping his hair, it was not Wu Weiwei that he saw.

"Where's the great man?" Chen Ling sat down by the bed and asked casually.

"I'm making ginger soup for you." Jiang Yu got up from the stool, walked over, took the towel from the young man's hand, and gently wiped his hair for him.

Drops of water fell on his knees, and a small ball fainted.

Chen Ling looked at the water stains, closed his eyes and enjoyed it with peace of mind. After a while, he suddenly said: "Actually, before today, I always wanted to buy a set of special water filtration equipment after Yuhe Mountain was completed. Purify the pond water. It's fine now, saving a lot of money."

Jiang Yu: "So happy?"

"Yeah." Chen Ling raised his head and could only see the man's chin, "Jiang Yu, why do you think Yu Heshan suddenly died?"

Jiang Yu lowered his eyes, his eyes became dark and unpredictable, "If the vitality is cut off, the vegetation will naturally not survive."

"Who is so powerful that can cut off the anger of a mountain?" Chen Ling felt incredible.

"I don't know." Jiang Yu removed the towel, took half a step back, and bowed slightly to look at the young man, "Maybe you can find the answer."

Chen Ling smiled at him: "So confident in me?"

Jiang Yu looked at him with hooked lips, "Well, yes."

Chen Ling froze for a moment, and forgot to turn his eyes while looking at the man.

Those eyes contained themselves, and the light-colored pupils were like the most clear amber, carrying endless time and the changes of all things.

It is silent and deep, and people can't help but want to get closer to see if there are other secrets hidden in it.

The two breathed together, the eyelashes that were blinking up and down were almost close together, and their lips were about to stick together, Wu Weiwei's bluffing voice moved from far to near.

"Brother Chen, the ginger soup is ready, drink it while it's hot."

Wu Weiwei put the hot bowl on the desk, and pinched his ears to cool down his fingertips.

Seeing that the two people in the room were all red-faced and angrily staring at him, he let go of his fingers in astonishment, "What's wrong?"

Chen Ling's cheeks bulged, "No!"

Wu Weiwei believed it was true, pointing to ginger soup and said: "Let it dry for a while and you can drink it."

"Understood." Like a deflated rubber ball, Chen Ling sat down at the desk and blew on the bowl.

He glanced at Wu Weiwei who was still standing there, "Is there anything else?"

Wu Weiwei waved his hand, "No, but Mr. Zhao said that you don't like ginger, so let me wait for you to finish drinking before leaving."

Chen Ling cast a sad look at Jiang Yu, and Jiang Yu pursed his lower lip, conniving without bottom line: "I can only drink one-third for you."

Wu Weiwei was afraid that the effect would not be good if he drank too little, and was about to move Zhao Xunchang out, when he suddenly felt a chill down his back.

Knowing who was staring at him, he shrank his shoulders and whispered to Chen Ling: "Brother Jiang always pokes me with his eyes, and I think he treats you best."

Chen Ling was so happy that even the ginger soup he drank next could taste a little sweet.

When the sun was about to set in the afternoon, Wu Weiwei's cell phone rang suddenly, and the continuous notification tones all came from the same person.

Standing in front of the stone table and feeding the parrot, Chen Ling raised his eyebrows and urged him, "Hurry up and have a look."

Principal Rong Xin sent seven or eight messages in a row like his ass was on fire.

[Can the exorcism time be advanced?I can add money! 】

[Is your master free tonight?How about tonight, I'll pick you up in my car? 】

【Mr. Wu, are you there? 】

【Are you there? 】

[Mr. Wu, hurry up and let your master take a look, the school is haunted, if it goes on like this, people will die! 】

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