Strangers

laugh.

"Or are you really heartless and desireless?" She picked his chin and looked at each other.

"No, I'm also a male animal." His eyes were blurred, "It's like a bad smell, like a good (anti-harmony) color, this is called self-satisfaction."

"Say something difficult again."

"It means that you don't have to be hypocritical, and you have to admit your preferences frankly."

"Then, do you like me?" She moved her finger down.

"Human instinct has nothing to do with you." He wrapped his arms around his waist and kissed her.

The hair wrapped around the two carcasses...

Her nails moved, and finally embedded into his back muscles. With a groan, four bloodstains were drawn, and they loosened.There was a low gasp in his throat, and he was also limp on the neck.

Take a deep breath, calm your pulse and strength.

"Miss Yu." He bowed his head and called her.

"What's the matter?" She raised her tired eyes in her arms.

"It's nothing." He smiled, "It's just that I have been naked for so long, if you are sincere, you should show up."

She nodded, said yes, and immediately changed her face.

Wu Si flipped up, and the tips of strands of hair turned into scorpion tails, she raised it high and pointed him at the core, and she was about to stab him with a grinning grin!

He wasn't surprised, he muttered silently, and waved his sword finger backhand.

A sharp light flashed!

The whole body melted into a puff of smoke, and it dissipated...

Five feet away from the bed is still Xiao Taoyi (anti-harmony) silk (anti-harmony) (anti-harmony) hanging, and the peach-colored nightgown is circled at her feet.

Qi Xie pushed away the quilt, walked up to her, and stopped.

"Mr. Qi..." Xiaotao flipped his lapel, "It's hard to sleep at night, don't you want to do something..."

He raised his hand, as if to brush her face, but turned around, picked up the dark blue coat, shook it off, and put it on her shoulders.

Xiao Tao was not reconciled, and her fingertips slid all the way down, from his chest, to his lower abdomen, and finally lingered a few inches below his dantian.

Qi Xie calmly adjusted her neckline: "Put on your clothes well, and be careful not to catch a cold."

She was stunned: "Are you really heartless and desireless?"

"No." Qi Xie narrowed his eyes, "Don't talk about love, it took me a lot of effort just to deal with that monster named Yu."

On the 38th floor of Lanjingxuan, Fang Xun's living room.

Assistant Qian frowned in disbelief: "Did he really have no reaction just now?"

Xiaotao blushed and lowered her gaze, folded her hands in front of her body and shook her head.

"Hahaha, I know! It turns out that the surname Qi is incompetent!" Fang Xun clutched his stomach and arched himself on the sofa.

"Talk nonsense again!" Assistant Qian rolled up a newspaper and hit him on the head.

"I'm not talking nonsense! Little Taozi is so beautiful that he must have something wrong! Ah, otherwise he just doesn't like women, so I'll try it in his room tomorrow night?"

With a snap, Fang Xun covered his head and fell silent.

the next day.

At the same time, at the same place, Qi Xiong opened the bedroom door.

"Mr. Qi." Fang Xun was shirtless, with his trousers hanging low.

"What's the matter?" Qi Xie looked at him with a faint smile.

Fang Xun blinked his left eye: "A good night can't sleep..."

boom.

The door is closed.

"Zhi, Wei, Zhai."

Ding Li squatted in the corner looking at the wooden sign that had fallen asleep, and read.

Stand up and look around.One bedroom, one living room, one kitchen and one bathroom.

The hall is full of antiques, calligraphy and paintings in bottles, pens, inks, papers and inkstones on the table, only the cabinets are empty, as if the things that should have been there have disappeared for no reason.He pushed open the inner room, a bed was neatly folded, there was a case by the window, covered with a cloth, and when it was opened, it was a guqin.

When he flicked, he thought he would hear a clear rhyme, but there was only a muffled spring sound.

Has the string been loosened?He pressed it, sure enough.

"How much wine did I drink last night?" Stretching his sore limbs, Ding Li rubbed his temples in an attempt to regain his sobriety, but he couldn't remember anything.

Who is the owner of this house?

He only vaguely remembered that a friend who was away from home asked him to look after the house, and he had no other impressions other than that.

"So sleepy." Ding Li yawned and sat down on the edge of the bed, kicked off his shoes, and lay down on the bed.

There are no lights on the ceiling, it is plain white, there are some cobwebs in the corners, there are a few small mold spots near the window, and there are wooden windows below, the rectangular light is divided into nine symmetrical parts.Ding Li looked at it out of focus, a feeling slipped down his neck, and when he touched it, it was a wooden bead.

Why would you wear such a thing.He finds it strange that he has to take it off every time he enters the operating room, how troublesome it is.

"Since it's troublesome, why have you worn it for so long?" He blurted out to himself, and then found the problem: since I have no memory of this bead, how can I know how long I have worn it.

Ding Li's mind was blank, he took a deep breath as much as he could, as if he couldn't fill his lungs, and habitually took out his cigarette case, but his pocket was empty as well.Ding Li sat up and looked around, then went to the living room to look around, and finally looked into the trash can.

A box of Huangshan Tobacco was crumpled inside.

Sure enough, I drank too much.Ding Li pinched the bridge of his nose, the phone's alarm rang, he pressed it off, washed his face, and grabbed the two keys on the table.

Close and lock the door.

click.

"Dr. Ding is so early! Usually he came by stepping on the clock, not even a minute early." Nurse Jiang Yan teased him.

"Xiao Jiang, your watch is broken." The head nurse flipped through the medical records.

"Well, ask old Dong to buy you a new one." Ding Li followed suit.

"Who's talking about me behind my back!" Dong Qiankun was bearded and swayed over with a white coat, "Oh, Ding Li, an old man is looking for you, and he's been waiting at the door for a long time!"

As a senior patient with face blindness, Ding Li is confident that his skills of pretending to be familiar are almost perfect: "It's you, don't stand there, come in and sit."

The old man hunched over, wrinkling his simple and honest face: "Dr. Ding, you are here!"

"What's the matter?" Ding Li pushed open the door.

The old man followed into the office, wiped off the hem of his clothes, twisted his shoulders, and took out a fold of banknotes from his trouser pocket.

Ding Li looked at him confusedly.

"This...with interest, five thousand and four." The old man handed it over with both hands.

"Uncle Wan, why are you being so polite?" Ding Li finally remembered that he was a family member of a patient with a traumatic heart injury two years ago.

"If you want it, if it wasn't for you back then, where would I be able to get all the money for the operation?" Uncle Wan shivered slightly holding the stack of money.

"How is Auntie?" Ding Li flipped through the drawer.

"On the eighth day of last month, I went."

The hand in the drawer stopped for a moment.

"She has been in poor health, and she has reached her age, but after all these years, she can see it, life, old age, sickness and death, who hasn't had this day, right?"

Ding Li hummed lightly and returned the IOU to him.

Uncle Wan lifted a plastic bag: "Before my wife left, he specifically asked me to thank Dr. Ding anyway."

"It's really unnecessary." Ding Li hastily declined.

"The sauced meat marinated at home is not worth anything, so just take it, otherwise she will have to dream and scold me for not being able to do anything." He grinned, missing two teeth.

Ding Li finally nodded his head and moved forward with both hands.

"Speaking of the Great Immortal True Spirit that you brought me to see that time, I asked my friend about it when I got back, and it really did happen."

Daxian?Ding Li didn't understand.

"My partner said that when Mom died, she was alone in the main room watching the spirit. There was no one in the middle of the night, so she burned paper and muttered. She said she knew that Mom hated her from the day she entered the door, so she didn't ask Mom to bless her. I’m sorry, I just want to bless me and my child. After she said this, she didn’t see any reaction, so she knew that my mother didn’t agree. She also said, if this doesn’t work, please ask my mother to find a way to put me and my child together. All the disasters that will happen will be transferred to her alone."

Wan Bo sighed, and the corners of his eyes became wet again.

"As soon as I finished babbling, there was a gust of wind in the room, blowing up the paper ashes in the brazier. After that, she often had some inexplicable headaches, but she thought it was for us to ward off the trouble. On the contrary, she was happy. Two years ago, when I was working as a carpenter in a factory, something went wrong with the nail gun, and it hit me with a whoosh. Take this sin for me..."

"Uncle Wan." Ding Li patted his arm and comforted him, "Don't worry, aunt is so kind, God won't make her suffer anymore, and she will definitely find a good family in her reincarnation."

"Yes, yes, look at me again—" Wan Bo sniffed, and grinned embarrassedly, "I'm crying and crying here early in the morning, it's a joke, Doctor Ding, hurry up, I won't delay you. "

"Where?" Ding Li escorted him to the door.

Wan Bo stopped his step while talking, hunched over and turned around.

After rounds and returning to the office, Dong Qiankun was turning over the case with Erlang's legs crossed. Seeing Ding Li sitting down, he pushed the swivel chair and poked a book from under the creaking nest.

"I'm not free now." Ding Li immersed himself in writing the ward round records.

"Take a look first!" Dong Qiankun persisted.

"What?" Ding Li took it, and a bikini girl on the cover looked at him angrily.

"The "Penthouse" magazine in 05 is out of print." Dong Qiankun raised his eyebrows.

"Where did you get it?" Ding Li turned a page.

"I lost the bet on bed 73." Dong Qiankun touched his chin and pointed, "Look at this outline, this line, this breast (anti-harmony) room connective tissue!"

"You like this type?" Ding Li asked.

"Must!" Dong Qiankun salivated.

"Then I'll tell Xiao Jiang next time to let her develop in this direction?"

"Don't, brother!"

After flipping through for another 2 minutes, Ding Li lost interest, so he casually put it in a medical journal and handed it back.

However, before he let go, the director had already stepped in.

"Injury and repair of myocardial fibers in an ultra-low temperature environment." Dong Qiankun immediately pretended to hold the cover, "Hey Dingli, the research group of the Chinese Academy of Sciences is currently studying this."

"Really, let me take a look." Ding Li quickly took it over with his sharp eyes, pulled out the "Attic" and stuffed it into a drawer.

"Ding Li, Dong Qiankun!" The director slapped the door, "You two boys are getting fatter, watching this kind of stuff during working hours!"

Old Dong hehe twice.

"What are you laughing at! Let the head nurse know and not scold you to death! ——Remember to close the door next time!"

"Yes! You must remember the lesson!" Old Dong saluted.

"That's about the same." The director Ruzi pointed out his finger teachably, "That book is confiscated, and it will be brought to my office later."

"Sure, Director, go slowly." Ding Li nodded.

It's that simple.

Cigarettes, patients, men's magazines, gags among co-workers, throw all kinds of things into that empty space, and it should fill up in no time.

On the balcony of the inpatient department, the white coat was blown by the gust of wind, and a little red light flickered on and off. Ding Li lay on the railing and looked into the distance. The surrounding crowd moved slowly, so silent that there was no sound.

But why can't he hear even a trace of echo?Those things kept falling, falling, as if thrown into an abyss with no bottom at all.

Speaking of it, I learned to smoke when I first started working.Ding Li took a deep breath, unable to do anything about this sense of sight, he was like a bad luck detective who thought he had found a pile of evidence, and rummaged through it expectantly, until he removed the last suitcase, only to find What was connected behind it turned out to be a black hole so huge that no light could penetrate it.

The soot was folded and dropped from the height of the sixth floor.

Ding Li felt an inexplicable sense of irritability, he didn't know where the anger came from, he tore off the mahogany beads around his neck, and threw his hands downstairs.

"Nod and shake your head."

With a sound of Qi Harmony, the little copper-green monster jumped out of the air.

"I'm coming, I'm coming, what's Mr. Qi's order?"

"How are the three of them doing now?" Qi Xie asked.

"Master Xie's family is reading at 0813, the idiot surnamed Wei is snoring on his desk, Dr. Ding is smoking on the balcony of the hospital, he just threw away that mahogany bead."

Tsk, Qi Xie frowned.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," the little ghost jumped up and down, "Boss Qi, don't kill me! Don't kill me!"

"When did I say I was going to kill you?" Qi Xiong opened his fan, "Go and keep an eye on him, and report immediately if there is any situation."

"Yes yes yes! Let's go! Let's go!"

A green swoosh bounced around the room a few times and disappeared.

Qi Xie picked up the phone and dialed the internal number: "Call Assistant Qian, I have something to talk to her about."

☆, Song Dingbo

He has used the pseudonym Xijing for five years.

In the first three years, the royalties were mediocre, but in the fourth year, the newly serialized "Three Cities" series suddenly rose to the top of the click-through rate of similar novels, and has since firmly occupied the top ten sales list.The editor chatted on the Internet for nothing, and asked him how he had an epiphany, and the cursor stopped in the dialog box, but Xie Yu didn't answer.

Two years ago, what happened, the biggest event was that the fiancée who had been in love for 12 years regretted her marriage.

It cannot be said that this is the case.

"Download it first, let's chat later." He sent it out, and just after closing the dialog box, another window popped up on the desktop, with a profile picture of a little rabbit, with Xie Xin as a note.

"Brother!" One word.

Three seconds later, Xie Yu replied: "What's the matter?"

"Writing a novel in a hotel."

"Yes."

"Let me tell you, Zhou Yuan will get married next Wednesday."

"know."

"You still like her?"

Xie Yu clicked on the key, and entered: "This question is meaningless."

"Then do you want to attend the wedding? She sent you the invitation card at home. I saw it in the morning, Pearl Hotel, 06:30."

"Don't go."

"That's okay, you can continue writing."

Xie Yu squeezed his shoulders and walked to the window, and opened the curtains in a snap, but no sunlight came in.

It was overcast, in the evening, it was about to rain, the gray-blue sky hit his straight white shirt, and the CD player behind him was spinning dutifully.

Tianhui Hotel is affiliated to Tianhui Group. Xie Yu rented a room at a 0813% off price to write a book. He has lived there intermittently for more than two years since the opening of "Three Cities". This room number [-] has one bedroom and one living room It's like another home for him.Without the unreasonable troubles of his younger sister, Aunt Wu, the nanny, would not knock on the door every two hours to remind him to take a rest. He could sit in front of the computer for a whole day, letting the notes fit the plot of the story, firmly nailing his emotions a little.

Or bright, or depressed, or secretive, or crazy.Another octave of double notes fell, and the phone rang.

"Tan Qigong's accident investigation report came out, and the conclusion was drunk driving." Wei Yuanyang said.

"Homicide disguised as drunk driving." Xie Yu looked at Nihong Chushang.

"Actually, it's not necessarily true. It may really be drunk driving."

"Maybe."

"That's it for now, see you later?"

"Okay." Xie Yu cut off the phone, sat back at the desk, put away the note that said Mrs. Sun's phone number, and took out the latest leaflet of Guixin Jingfang, and wrote "Qi Xie" on the name of the consultant "Qi Xie". A big question mark is circled in red pen.

The torrential rain fell suddenly, pedestrians without umbrellas ran in a panic, a pair of shoes stepped on puddles, and dirty water splashed on the tires of police cars. In the night, the red and blue lights of several police lights alternated silently. There was a rancid smell in the rented room.

Forensic doctor Lei Ting pulled off his mask and got out of the cordon, and put his shoulders on the guy in the corridor: "Hey Yangzi, what are you doing?"

Wei Yuanyang covered his mouth and waved his hands with an ugly expression.

Lei Ting picked up a cigarette: "I told you to be your traffic policeman honestly, who told you to come to the criminal police team to mix it up, come on, get one."

Wei Yuanyang straightened his police cap: "No smoking."

"Don't smoke and fall! You're being a donkey's liver and lungs." Lei Ting let out a puff of smoke, and hissed in doubt, "Normally, you can't see a dead body when you deal with traffic accidents? Why do you still react like this? It's like being overjoyed!"

"Kill your head! Can the body of a traffic accident be the same as this!"

"Why is it different?"

"Comparison of traffic accidents...fresh!"

"It's an adjective!" Lei Ting flicked off the cigarette ash.

Wei Yuanyang pointed behind him: "Well, how long have you been dead?"

"About ten days, but you have nothing to do, commit suicide."

With a crisp cry of senior brother, Huang Ying jumped out of the room.

"Which senior brother are you calling?" Lei Ting turned around cheekily.

"Go! What's the matter with you!" Huang Ying waved her hand, held a sealed bag and stretched it out in front of Wei Yuanyang, "Brother, what do you think this is?"

Wei Yuanyang raised his eyes and saw a scarlet and black bloodstain, and couldn't help but retreat half a foot.

"Does it look familiar?" Huang Ying followed closely.

"Huh?" Wei Yuanyang grabbed it over, "Isn't this the class certificate of Guixin Jingfang!"

"Yes, I found it in the victim's wallet. According to the records on the certificate, he has been attending classes since last year, and then look at this suicide note." Huang Ying raised another bag and read, "The only light is gone. There is no hope, there is nothing! This is a big curse! The master can no longer guide me, I can only die!"

"No way!" Wei Yuanyang felt unreasonable, "Could it be that he wiped his neck and committed suicide because Tan died and couldn't find his direction in life?"

"This is really crazy. Mr. Zhang's family had a heart attack two days ago, and I heard it was also because of this." Lei Ting took the suicide note and looked at it, "Oh, there are still typos, bad name? What kind of culture is this? level!"

"It's not kind of you to laugh at him when he's dead." Wei Yuanyang said.

"Nonsense, I don't laugh at him, can I balance it! If he wants to die, he should die far away, and if he doesn't die, he can be clean. As a result, I have to put down my chopsticks to clean up this bloody rotten corpse as soon as I have a bite of dinner." !"

"What kind of work attitude do you have?"

"I'm like this! If you don't accept him, he jumped up, cleaned himself up, and dragged him to the crematorium!"

Huang Ying smiled: "If he can jump up, you will be the first one to clean up."

Wei Yuanyang interrupted her: "Huang Ying, don't make fun of him, it's not good to make fun of dead people."

"What, are you scared?" Lei Tingle asked.

"It has nothing to do with being afraid or not, it's the minimum respect for others."

"I didn't realize how caring you are before!" Lei Ting extinguished his cigarette butt on the wall, "That's it for you. It happens that there is a shortage of manpower today. Come and help me carry the corpse down."

"what?"

"Ah what, hurry up! I'm still waiting to go back to eat, and I finally got the braised pork from the North Canteen."

Wei Yuanyang felt nauseous again: "If you are willing to eat my share, then you can."

"No problem!" Lei Ting lifted the cordon and got in.

The rainstorm has no intention of stopping.

Ding Li was walking on the way back from get off work, and within half a minute he was drenched completely, so he simply gave up trotting, and walked back to Beiling Road slowly with his hands in his pockets.

Go upstairs, open the door, and sneeze in.

Ding Li rubbed his nose, took off his soaked clothes and threw them into the washing machine, took a hot shower, his body became warmer, he wiped his hair and turned into the back room, looking for a change of pajamas.

Opening the owner's wardrobe, there are some strange ancient costumes neatly folded.

"The landlord's means of transportation must be a time machine." Ding Li said to himself, after searching for a long time, he couldn't find any normal clothes, so he had to pick out a warm gray coat and put it on.There was no TV or computer in the house, so he was bored, so he climbed into bed and wrapped himself in a quilt to play with his mobile phone. The Wi-Fi was automatically connected, Ding Li sneezed again, shook his thumb, and accidentally clicked into the photo album.

"Oops, I'm going to catch a cold." He sniffed and pulled down the page reflexively with his thumb. Pictures flashed across the screen, superficially reminding him how the days flowed by.

"Osmanthus tea?" Ding Li frowned suspiciously, and clicked on an unimpressive photo: In the shot taken obliquely, there were two gaiwans on a table.

Swiping the screen with his thumb again, Ding Li froze.

The viewfinder frame moves up from the tea table, and opposite is a man, leaning against the window, looking down at the book in his hand, the dim skylight printed on his plain clothes, and there was a little furry in the dark background white light.Ding Li zoomed in on the image, the man had a tear mole on his left cheek, his expression was indifferent, his eyes were downcast, they seemed to be a pair of unusual eyes, faintly showing some kind of perception, tending to intuition rather than logic, touch Rather than seeing and hearing, epiphany rather than reasoning, assertion rather than detailed analysis.

Ding Li stared blankly at the screen, as if hoping that the person in the photo could feel the gaze, and raised his eyes to meet him.With just one glance, all doubts can be easily resolved.

Of course this is impossible, the man's eyes were always focused on the scroll, his expression was so calm that he was free.

In the middle of the night, Ding Li wakes up with a dazed cough, wraps himself in the quilt with chills all over his body, and continues to sleep.He didn't know how long he had been asleep, but in a trance, he felt that a figure came to the side of the bed, touched his forehead, pulled him to sit up, handed him medicine and water, waited for him to take it and lie down, and then gently closed the door and walked away. up.

Are you dreaming?Early the next morning, Ding Li, whose fever had not subsided, was talking to himself.

The clothes in the bathroom were completely dry and hanging in place.Ding Li pinched his trousers, leaned closer, and sniffed with the last trace of his stuffy nose.

"If it's not a dream, it must be a ghost." He concluded to himself.

The heavy rain turned to light rain, pattering down on the glass windows of Guixin Jingfang.

Assistant Qian held the folder and knocked on the president's office: "What books does Mr. Qi read?"

"Do I need to report to you?" Qi Xie sat in the boss chair without looking up.

"How is Dr. Ding? Are you in good health?"

"Nothing to do with you."

"You are too out of touch. If you want to take care of someone, just say a word, and I will definitely arrange it. There is no need for you to go there in the middle of the night."

Qi Xie didn't answer, put down the book, and stretched out his hand. Assistant Qian handed over the folder tactfully. Seeing him unfold it, he glanced at it: "It's only been three hours since I've been out. Do you want to exchange it with such a troublesome case?"

Assistant Qian pursed her lips: "It was negotiated at the beginning. If you are given permission to move freely, you have to solve a case."

"Is it freedom to be followed by guards?"

"If people want to live a little easier, don't demand too much from the word freedom."

"That's right." Qi Xie closed the folder, "When will we leave?"

"The car is already waiting downstairs."

A black Mercedes passes through the city.

The main road turned to a narrow road, went up a steep slope, turned into a courtyard wall with peeling mortar, and stopped.

The ground is covered with coarse mud, and the surrounding plane trees are extremely tall, but their heavy branches and leaves cast no shadows. In the gray sky, the cool wind blows with the smell of earth, and they raise their heads in unison. A five-story building wrapped in scaffolding is horizontal. In front of Chen.

A person walked out quickly from the deserted construction site.

"You guys have worked hard!" The man greeted him with a wave of his hands, his hair was messed up, his forehead was shiny, he patted the mud on his trousers, and grinned a row of slightly yellow teeth: "I'm really sorry, we are so messy, even There's nowhere to sit."

Assistant Qian smiled: "Director Li is too polite, this is our Mr. Qi."

"It's a pleasure to meet you!" The man called Director Li stretched out his hand.

"Where." Qi Xie switched the folding fan to his left hand and held it, his retracted palm was covered with sweat.

"Then this must be Master Xiaofang!" Director Li stretched out his hand again.

Fang Xun didn't answer it, pulled down the earphone and hung it around his neck: "What is the master, I'm not cooking in the cafeteria—"

"Yes." Assistant Qian interrupted him, "Our little master Fang is not very good at talking, don't take it for granted."

"Haha young man! It's okay." Director Li withdrew his hand.

Assistant Qian smiled brightly: "Is this the building you're talking about?"

"This is the building." Director Li nodded his finger and smacked his lips, "This building is really evil!"

☆、Musitaba

"Three, please come here." Director Li introduced while leading the way, "This courtyard used to belong to the Provincial Printing Factory. We Mr. He intends to do this. Have you seen those bungalows? They are going to be demolished, and a [-]-story office building will be built, with a pedestrian street on the west side. There is also this building, which was originally a printing workshop, but also built a partition wall to change it. Cheng Shang shop is rented out. Hey, why hasn’t the ditch at the door been filled! I said yesterday, these people are real! Do you want Miss Qian to help?”

"It's okay." Assistant Qian leaned on the scaffolding and jumped over it lightly.

Director Li immediately gave a thumbs up: "Oh, Boss Qi, your assistant is really good. You can see that you are a practical person! Unlike some female employees who know how to sit in the office and blow on the air conditioner!"

"What? Director Li is not satisfied with his employees?" Qi Xie smiled.

"You really flatter me! How can I have a few subordinates for a small director!"

The four stepped into the hall.

Fang Xun chewed the gum and rubbed his nose: "What's the smell?"

Director Li sniffed: "Does it smell?"

Fang Xun didn't answer, and exaggeratedly followed the tip of his nose, walked around two scattered piles of bricks, went up the stairs, turned the corridor, and finally stopped in front of a door opening.

Director Li exclaimed: "Master Xiao Fang is really amazing! This is where the accident happened!"

Qi harmony looked in.

The empty room was long and narrow, three to four meters square, with rough floors and broken glass. The left and right partition walls looked like they had just been built recently, and the large concrete bricks had a cool blue color like tombstones.

Director Li stuck out his finger and nodded: "Several workers were working in the corridor that day, and one of them entered this room. It was noon, and someone came to ask him to eat, and found him lying on the ground as if asleep. He was still holding it in his hand, and at first the workers thought he was playing dead for fun, but he couldn’t wake up no matter how much he screamed, he rushed to the hospital, and the doctor couldn’t find out what’s wrong.”

"Is there no trauma?" Qi Xie opened the window and looked downstairs.

"It's easier to deal with it." Director Li said, "It's the same in the next two times. Someone entered the room alone, and when they came to look for it again, they were unconscious."

Qi Xie looked at the ceiling, then tapped the tip of the fan on the wall: "Are there any abnormalities before and after the accident?"

Director Li tilted his head and took a hissing breath: "I don't know if it counts or not. Workers often say that they will hear strange noises."

"sound?"

"Yes, it's the sound of water flowing, and the sound of whining wind. It sounds like a woman crying. It gets more and more evil, and no one dares to come to work anymore."

"That's right, ghosts are willing to come here!" Fang Xun stood outside the doorway and refused to come in. "Sister Qian, the air in this building is so weird!"

"Strange?" Assistant Qian turned around, "What do you mean?"

"Qi is like the blood in a house. If it disperses too quickly, it will cause hypoxia, and if it is blocked, it will cause blood clots. It can only flow in a balanced manner. But the Qi in this building travels very strangely, all the Qi is sucked into this room Well, logically speaking, it should be blocked, but there is no such thing, the qi is sucked away here, as if there is a vortex, and the center of the vortex is there."

Fang Xun pointed at Director Li, who hurriedly backed away.

"Take two more steps?" Fang Xun suddenly widened his eyes, "This is interesting, that whirlpool has been following you."

"What? Follow me?" Director Li looked around and found nothing unusual.

"I know!" Fang Xun thumped his hands, "Those people must have been afflicted by evil spirits like this, so they fell into a coma!"

"What about the sound of wind and water?" Assistant Qian asked.

"I don't know, it must be the case anyway! Otherwise, what else could happen to those people!"

Assistant Qian shook his head: "What do you think, Mr. Qi?"

"I have no objection." Qi Xie said something ambiguous, "Director Li, please get out of the room for safety's sake. Fang Xun, is that thing still following him now?"

"The cyclone went to Sister Qian's side."

"Assistant Qian invites you to go out too." Qi Xie only stayed by himself.

Fang Xun poked his head in and looked around: "It's not so obvious now, although the surrounding air is still drawn in, but I can't feel where the center is, so why doesn't it look for you?"

"Maybe it's not interested in me." Qi Xie withdrew and pushed the cigarette offered by Director Li, "Judging from the current situation, it should be no problem to prevent similar accidents."

"Preventing accidents is one thing." Director Li lit a cigarette by himself, "What happened to those three people, and whether they can wake up, I have to give the construction team an explanation. In addition, it is best to change the Feng Shui of this building. Otherwise, in the future, merchants will feel that the shop is not prosperous, and it will be troublesome if they cannot rent it out.”

Assistant Qian smiled apologetically: "The latter two are not within the service scope of this contract. If you want to save people and improve Feng Shui, you have to sign another contract. Of course, we Jingfang can set a favorable price."

"This... How much is it?"

"In terms of Feng Shui, we charge according to the area. For such a building, it is about [-]."

Director Li shook his head again and again: "[-] is too high, I'm afraid I can't accept it."

"Then what's your price?"

Director Li took a long puff of cigarette: "Our boss only allocated 3 yuan to settle the matter as soon as possible."

"Are the three workers worth [-] yuan each?" Qi Xie walked back into the room, "Director Li, is there a hammer here?"

"hammer?"

"That one-meter-long hammer."

"There are in the shed."

"That's right, please invite two more workers over."

"That's fine, but you want to...?"

"Do you still need to ask?" Qi Xie smiled and pointed to the left and right, "Of course it hit the wall."

"Smashing the wall?" Director Li was puzzled, "Are the two newly built walls hindering Feng Shui?"

"That's right, there's no harm in smashing it anyway."

"That's fine, it's about a phone call." Director Li flicked his cigarette butt and took out his cell phone.

Two laborers appeared against the sledgehammer. Fang Xun put on his earphones and hid far away. In less than an hour, the two partition walls were completely demolished. A few minutes later, a room full of flying ash gradually sank.

Qi Xie dismissed the workers, put the folding fan in his waist, picked up a pair of labor gloves and walked into the rubble.

Assistant Qian knelt down beside him: "What are you looking for?"

Qi Xie turned over the broken bricks: "A stone, red, the size of a thumb, similar in texture to jade."

"Just call the workers to do this kind of rough work! Why do you do it!" Director Li went to pick up the phone again.

Qi Xie raised his hand to stop him: "The so-called seeing a share, naturally the fewer people present, the better."

After thinking about it for a while, Director Li immediately understood what he meant, squatted down and lowered his voice: "What is that?"

Qi Harmony just laughed.

Director Li also began to tease: "Actually, when I was young, I heard people say that things that can affect Fengshui are not ordinary objects. There is a bronze dragon in the ancestral hall of my hometown. It is said that it was made from the bronze tripod scraps used by Taizu to ward off evil spirits." called Ling."

"Director Li really knows how to do it." Qi Xie stopped what he was doing, and said in a low voice, "If you're not mistaken, it's not your boss's intention to come to us this time, and the 3 yuan allocated should not be like this use."

"That's necessary!" Director Li threw away the broken brick and moved closer, "Their bosses don't understand anything! I concluded that this incident was a matter of feng shui, and they all took it as a joke when it came out! "

Qi Xie shook his head sadly: "There are more people with iron teeth now, and they have already thrown away the things of our ancestors."

"Yes!" Director Li followed with emotion.

Assistant Qian saw that Qi Xie was following his words on purpose, so he held back his laughter, and turned his head to see Fang Xun standing in the corner of the next door that had already been opened, with a bad temper on his face.

"Who upset our Young Master Fang?" She greeted her and asked softly.

"There is no Young Master Fang here, only Master Fang." Fang Xun pursed his lips.

"Heh, you're taking it seriously."

"I'm not angry with Miss Qian."

"What's the matter?"

Fang Xun chewed gum hard: "The cyclone is gone."

"You mean Feng Shui has returned to normal?"

Fang Xun turned his back angrily: "Sister Qian believed from the very beginning that the person surnamed Qi could handle it."

Assistant Qian brushed the dust off his shoulders and pulled him back: "Boss Qi should indeed have that ability, but that doesn't mean I don't trust you."

"I didn't say you didn't believe me! Just—"

"Just what?"

"It's just that if I deal with it, it will take at least a week to change the pattern! He actually smashed two walls and solved it!"

Assistant Qian chuckled: "It turns out that Young Master Fang is jealous."

"Isn't it okay to be jealous!" Fang Xun kicked a small stone hard, slapped it on the rubble, and turned over a piece of broken bricks.

The crimson stone is fully displayed in front of the eyes.

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