Strangers

, Sure enough, I am old and my eyes are not good! The old man narrowed his crow's feet and looked at Qi Xie, "Thank you so much!" "

"where."

"Jianmin, why don't you pour tea?"

Ms. Feng slapped her head: "Look at me, I'm too busy to forget."

The old lady moved the clothes off the chair: "Come and sit down."

"Don't be too busy, Auntie. ——Do you mind if I call you Auntie?"

"What do you mean, the more you shout, the younger you become." The old lady laughed cheerfully.

"Auntie, these things have been around for a long time."

"Yes." She looked over and touched the countertop of the cabinet lightly.

"You still have the movie tickets from [-]." Qi Xie pointed.

"Think about it, decades have passed." The old lady stroked it through the glass, "At that time, Shuguang Cinema had just been built, and my old man insisted on dragging me to watch a movie. I said it was all done by young people. He’s almost forty, so why not join in the fun, he’s fine, he took out two tickets directly from his pocket. I bought them as soon as I saw them, so let’s see, go in, good guy, that one is crowded, like a meeting at the entrance of a village .”

"There are so many people?"

"That's not right! Watching movies at that time was different from what it is now. Tickets cost [-] cents, and the film was divided into several sections. Several cinemas showed it together at different times. The projectionist rode a motorcycle and carried a large box of film. Hurry up, the first part was almost finished and the second part was delivered, and the result..."

"how?"

"As a result, we watched halfway that day, and the picture suddenly disappeared. Someone came, took a big speaker, and shouted: Don't worry! Comrade projectionist just found out that he turned the film box upside down on the way! Now riding a motorcycle The car is back!"

After all, the old lady leaned back and forth with a smile.Qi Harmony also laughed.

"Oh, you think it's interesting?" The old lady patted her leg, "It's a pity, now that movie theater has been demolished... It's fine if you don't demolish the old one, how can you build a new one, right?"

Qi Xie didn't answer, but asked again: "Where are these newspaper clippings?"

The old lady squinted her eyes and looked at it: "It's not my old man who liked to write articles when he was young. When he wrote it, he submitted it to the newspaper. I just laughed at him, saying why do you write those useless things all day long? If you are successful, show off your might, immediately cut it out neatly and put it in the notebook, and brag with me if you have nothing to do. If you brag for a lifetime, there will be no pause. Once you brag for a lifetime...it will be over..."

The old lady took a deep breath, blinked her eyes, it was bright inside.

Qi Xie patted her on the back.

"It doesn't matter." The old lady waved her hand, "The old man has been dead for almost ten years, there is nothing to worry about. Look at me now. My daughter and son-in-law are filial, and my grandson is promising, but I am doing well."

"Well. Auntie, how is your health? I heard from Sister Feng that you didn't feel well when you moved into this house."

"Yeah, I don't know what's going on. As soon as I entered this house, I felt empty in my heart and my chest was tight." The old lady pointed to the living room, "It must be all those crap things they got back, which made the house feel so empty." It’s like a fortune-telling booth, it’s not pleasing to the eye!”

"I see." Qi Xie smiled and nodded.

Ms. Feng sent the three of them downstairs.

"Master, what do you think my house needs?" She asked.

"Suppress things?" Qi Xie seemed not to understand, "There is no need to suppress things, just remove all the things inside and outside the house."

"Ah? This—"

After thinking about the speech in his mind, Qi Xie waved his folding fan: "Those objects are used to suppress evil. The so-called fighting poison with poison will inevitably collide with each other. Your house has a clear layout and smooth flow of air, so there is no need for any adjustments at all."

"But the master said that my house is not clean, and if I don't calm down, it will attract ghosts."

"Then you can try to remove it first. If it doesn't work within three days, you will be refunded twice the amount you charged." Qi Xie put away his fan and held it out respectfully.

At this time, upstairs.

The old lady stayed at the door, sent a few people away, and returned to the bedroom. She closed half of the curtains, and the light in the room softened.

Slowly, she walked to the chest of drawers, grasped the newly glued handle, opened the drawer, and took out a picture frame.

In the photo, an old man is wearing a clean old shirt with a bright smile.

The daughter went upstairs, opened the door of the house and looked around, and finally took down those things one by one. When she propped up a chair and took off the gossip mirror on the door beam, a gust of wind inadvertently blew in.

Blow into the living room, hallway, and the old man's bedroom.

There, the old lady was sitting by the bed touching the photo frame, a smile gradually appeared on her face.

"It's been almost ten years, old man." She murmured, "But why do I always have the feeling that you never left?"

Naturally, no one answered in the bedroom, and the chest of drawers stood silently, lighting its crooked foot.

A shadow she couldn't see, looking at her picture, slowly sat beside her.

☆, golden branch

After leaving Feng's house, Assistant Qian asked the driver to drive back directly to Lan Jingxuan. She and Fang Xun were on the 38th floor, and pressed the 39th floor for Qi Xie.

"Sister Qian and Master Fang are back. Lunch is ready." Xiaotao opened the door for her with a smile when she heard the movement.

"Send a copy upstairs." Assistant Qian ordered.

Xiaotao said hello, picked up the tray and went out. Fang Xun picked up a piece of tenderloin from the dining table, and was slapped down by Assistant Qian: "Wash your hands!"

With a grunt, he honestly went into the kitchen and brought another can of Coke.

Assistant Qian handed over the chopsticks: "The customer service made a return visit in the morning. Mrs. Sun said that her family is in good health recently and the business is going well. Thank you very much. In the future, developers who want to see Feng Shui will introduce them."

"Huh?" Fang Xun blinked twice, "That haunted house is fine! How is that possible!"

"Don't say that in front of the client."

"Of course I know! But it's really impossible, the whole layout of the house is messed up!"

Assistant Qian smiled: "In any case, it has been proved that he has real skills."

"No, there is a possibility." Fang Xun said to himself, "The qi of the people living inside forcibly changed the qi of the whole house."

Assistant Qian translated it into vernacular: "You mean Mrs. Sun believes that there is a god to bless her, and that kind of belief drives out all the smog?"

"almost."

"What happened just now?"

"Just now? Just now, I felt that the things in the room were placed too correctly, resulting in a too neat layout, forming a boundary that completely blocked the outside, and the air that should be taken in could not get in. It was a bit risky for the surname Qi to dismantle them all. , but the layout of the house was good, so..."

"So the problem is solved?"

Fang Xun hummed unconvinced.

Assistant Qian bit the tip of the chopsticks lightly: "It seems that it is necessary to report further to Lord Xun."

39 floors.

Qi Xie looked at the four dishes and one soup just delivered: the combination of meat and vegetables, the preparation is delicate, but the portion is not too much, it is enough to feed one person, it seems that it took a lot of thought, but it is a pity that he is too lazy to appreciate it.

"If Mr. Qi doesn't want to eat, just leave it to me!" Nodding and shaking his head, he jumped out of nowhere.

"Okay, just be careful not to swallow all the plates." Qi Xie said and walked towards the study, ignoring the little monster behind him, he opened his mouth disproportionately huge in an instant, licked up the food and swallowed it in one gulp.

"Oh! Miss Tao's craftsmanship is really good!" Nodding and shaking her head, she hiccupped exaggeratedly, and jumped into the study after her, "But it's far behind Mr. Qi!"

"How do you know?"

"I used to steal food in the kitchen of Zhiguai Zhai! But Mr. Qi gradually stopped firing! It's a pity!"

Qi harmoniously darkened the shutters: "Since there is no need to eat, it would be a waste to cook. If it is not for the fear of being seen, there is no need to ask them to bring those meals."

The little ghost was in a hurry: "I want to give it away, I want to give it away! I haven't tasted the smell of fireworks in the world for a long time!"

Qi Xie didn't answer: "Let me ask you, is the Sun's family in Haiziyin in the real estate business?"

The little ghost giggled: "Boss Qi saw something!"

Qi Xie thought for a while: "The Sun family, the Feng family, and Director Li, how did they find this place?"

"The Feng family came here after seeing the advertisement! Both the Sun family and Director Li were introduced!"

Qi Xie said meaningfully: "It can't be him."

"That's right! Xie's family and Sun's family are partners! The one surnamed Li also worked in Tianhui Group before!"

"No wonder he keeps urging that idiot to hand over 'that matter' to Jingfang. It turns out that he has a criminal record." Qi Xie sighed softly, "Everyone I met was a stickler."

"Mr. Qi is in the opposite direction! It's not that everyone you meet is a stick, but that if you don't have a stick, you won't have friendship with you!"

"I don't have any friendship with those two people."

"Hee hee hee! Friendship is of course a human term! In our term, it is nothing!"

At the same time, in a villa in the west of the city.

As soon as he heard the sound of slippers coming upstairs, Xie Yu was ready to be broken into.

"Brother, your book!" Xie Xin broke into his bedroom and slapped the table.

"Will you lose anything if you knock on the door?" Xie Yu unpacked the package.

"The study of witchcraft and religion?" Xie Xin read the title of the book, "Since when did you become interested in this?"

Xie Yu turned the computer screen to her.

"Project Mistletoe?" Xie Xin raised his eyebrows, "It's one of the four major human projects along with the Human Genome Project, the Manhattan Atomic Bomb Project, and the Apollo Moon Landing Project. What are these?"

"Read on." Xie Yu opened the book and habitually signed his name and date on the title page.

Xie Xin held down the mouse and dragged down: "The wind is like iron? Is that a sci-fi writer? Is this his new serialization?"

"It's not new. It's been serialized for more than four years. Two days ago, news came from the editor that he died. He crossed the road and ran a red light, and was hit by a truck for more than ten meters." Xie Yu stated objectively, without sympathy in his words, "The problem The series has just entered the last one, and it is the critical period for solving the mystery, once he dies, no one will know what the ending will be."

Xie Xin snorted: "You editors are idiots, just go to his computer to find the saved manuscripts."

"I didn't find it." Xie Yu flipped through the book in his hand, "Like me, Feng Tie's real identity has not been disclosed, and the outside world still doesn't know what happened, so the editor made a suggestion."

"Don't say it, let me think about it." Xie Xin pointed, "I'll let you write it."

Xie Yu nodded: "It can be predicted that after the news of Feng Tie's death is made public, the sales of the first four volumes of "Project Mistletoe" will definitely increase significantly, but the editor thinks this is not enough."

"So they decided to tell the outside world that they didn't save the manuscript, wait for the sales curve to drop, and then claim to have found the saved manuscript, and publish it with the fake ending written by you, leading to another sales peak." Xie Xin snapped his fingers, "It's a good plan."

"Indeed, if I accept it." Xie Yu indirectly denied, "I'm not interested in cleaning up other people's mess."

"It's not an interest, but a moral issue." Xie Xin mocked, "No wonder my mother said you are not suitable for business."

Xie Yu looked at him coldly: "I won't threaten the sales ranking of "Three Cities" just for the small amount of money I wrote as a ghostwriter, that's all."

Xie Xin hung his long hair behind his ears, and logically returned to the topic: "What does what you said have anything to do with this book?"

"I read this book when I was in college, and I remember that it contains research on the metaphor of mistletoe in primitive witchcraft."

"You still care about the ending."

"Of course, the content of 'Project Mistletoe' is Feng Tie's most proud puzzle, and it also has a high degree of attention among book fans. If I can solve it, and divide the textual research and reasoning process into sections according to the progress, I will attach it to each issue of " After Three Cities is serialized, what effect do you think it will have?"

Xie Xin was a little surprised, and reminded: "Using the dead to earn clicks may be a joke."

"Don't worry." Xie Yu chuckled, "I will mark the beginning of the chapter: I would like to pay tribute to the writer Feng Tie."

Xie Xin smiled and patted him on the shoulder: "Mom is still mistaken, you are quite suitable for business."

Xie Yu closed the notebook and stuffed it together with the two books into the computer bag.

Xie Xin frowned: "You went to the hotel again!"

"I will be disturbed by you here."

"Aunt Wu said just now that you rarely go home, so you went out to buy groceries!"

"Thank her for me."

"Did you do it on purpose?" Xie Xin pinched his waist and stood in front of him, "You deliberately avoided seeing people these days because Zhou Yuan is getting married tomorrow."

"Bullshit."

"You know if you're talking nonsense."

Xie Yu went around.

"It was like this two years ago, and it's still like this now, brother, can you improve a bit!" Xie Xin shouted out the door.

Only the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs answered her.

Xie Xin snorted, turned around and kicked the table, and the phone fell off.

"People who have never left anything behind don't admit it." Xie Xin picked it up and patted it back on the table.

Before letting go, there was a vibration, and the screen displayed a word Wei, Xie Xin picked it up.

"Hello, Xie Yu." Said the other side.

"He didn't bring his mobile phone." Xie Xin was annoyed.

"Oh, when will he come back then?"

"do not know."

"Then I'll call later."

"You were the policeman that day, right? I told you that if you have a case, won't you investigate it yourself? Why do you keep looking for him?" Suddenly his mind changed, and Xie Xin changed his tone again, "No, you should go to him, he is here. Tianhui Hotel 0813."

"Hotel? Wouldn't that be inconvenient?"

"Why do you talk so much nonsense, go as soon as you go, and don't drag it down." Xie Xin hung up hard.