Am I the one who was wronged?

In the quiet coffee shop, Steward Wang and Yiyi sat face to face, crying silently for ten minutes, finally recovering.

The handkerchief had long been soaked and could not wipe away tears.

He rubbed his old and rough fingers on his face indiscriminately, and the water stains could not be removed, and his face was covered with paste.

Watching him cry, Yiyi felt a little sad, so he pulled a tissue from the table and handed it over.

Steward Wang thanked him earnestly, carefully wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, took a sip of coffee, and began to think about Jiang Yu.

After thinking for a long time with a sad expression, he explained to him in a hoarse voice, "After the accident of Master Xiaoyu, I personally sent the body to be cremated, and I buried the ashes in the ground with my own hands, and no one else was involved in the whole process.

If it is true as you said, Master Xiaoyu's ashes have been tampered with, and only the staff of the crematorium can touch the body and ashes. However, the funeral services I choose are all well-known brands. Said that this problem will not occur. "

Thinking back on what happened at that time, the housekeeper couldn't help feeling sad.

Young master Xiaoyu of their family just left so alone.

From the beginning to the end, he was the only old man who could give the young master a ride.

I thought that the young master had long been buried in the ground and was reincarnated.

I didn't expect that the ashes would be exchanged, causing the young master to have no peace, it was really a disaster.

They all poked at the glass of water in front of them, frowning slightly, "It is reasonable to say that it would not be possible, but the thing actually happened, and it would be meaningless to continue to deduce it according to common sense."

The butler understood the truth, but it was hard for him to accept this fact.

Wiping away her tears vigorously, she said in a hoarse voice, "Then what should I do now? Contact the crematorium for accountability and investigation. We have no real evidence."

It has been a long time, more than half a year, and there are too many variables in the middle.

Even if they confirm now that the person buried under the tombstone is not Young Master Xiaoyu, and send the urn to the laboratory to find out the results, the crematorium will probably not admit it.

They cannot directly accuse without evidence.

They all nodded, "I know."

In any case, you have to go to the crematorium.

The housekeeper volunteered and expressed his opinion with the corners of his eyes closed, "I will help you to investigate this matter. I have a great responsibility for the ashes of Master Xiaoyu being exchanged. Just let me go. I will definitely find out who is doing it." Mess up behind your back."

He had to go to the abandoned dormitory building to see if there were any new discoveries.

It is just right to leave it to the housekeeper to investigate the crematorium, "Okay."

After thinking for a while, they all frowned, "I now suspect that the ashes of Jiang Tao and Jiang Ruan may have been tampered with. You send them to be tested for clarity."

The housekeeper was a little hesitant, since the ashes had to be brought out.

But thinking that there might be a problem with the ashes, he quickly nodded and agreed, "Okay."

Pull yourself together, straighten out the wrinkles on your clothes, stand up and go.

They all called to stop him, "Butler Wang."

He exhorted with a serious expression, "This matter involves a lot and may be very dangerous. You must be careful, and if you really can't do it, don't try your best."

Steward Wang supported the table and stood firm, with his back straight.

Smiling at him, the wrinkles on his face were crinkled, "I have been a housekeeper for so many years, and I know it well, so don't worry."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and left the coffee shop. After waiting in the shop for a while, he watched the police car drive by through the window, and stood up and walked outside.

The swelling on Zhao Ran's face subsided a little, the bandages were taken off, and the detumescence potion was rubbed on.

When he opened the door and got into the car, he raised a smiling face at him, dragged the wound on the corner of his mouth, and made a "hiss" sound with a heavy pain, "Master Uncle."

They all greeted Xiao Baiyang, "Long time no see, Officer Bai."

Some time ago, Little Baiyang was out of the market for training and had been away for more than half a month.

Everyone in the city bureau knew that someone like Police Officer Bai, who was young and promising, with good roots and strong abilities, would definitely have a bright future.

The only weakness is his relationship with Zhao Ran.

The Zhao family used to be at the pinnacle, but it hasn't been long enough to fall.

There are always some people who remember Zhao Ran's previous identity, and think of the efforts they made on Zhao Ran before, and they must get back from him.

Among the people Zhao Ran knew before, there was no shortage of people that Xiao Baiyang found troublesome.

He had to think of a way to distance himself from Xiao Baiyang as much as possible.

I don't know how to say it recently, the two of them are quite awkward, Zhao Ran hides at home when he has nothing to do, and doesn't answer Xiao Baiyang's phone or text.

In this live broadcast event, I don't know how the two of them got in touch.

As soon as he got into the car, the atmosphere in the car was still a bit strange.

Little Baiyang hummed coldly, did not speak, and started the car in silence.

Zhao Ran tilted his head slightly, with fleeting pain in his eyes, and whispered to him, "Master, how is the investigation of Jiang Yu's ashes going?"

They all touched the beads, "There is a general direction, wait for the results to see."

He felt that starting the investigation from the crematorium, the possibility of finding out the results was very small.

Reaching into the bag, he took out the iron piece dug out from the flower bed, carefully looked at the strange patterns on it, "What the hell is this?"

After watching for a long time, I didn't see any clues.

I took a photo with my phone and sent it to the group: Help me take a look, does anyone know me?

As soon as Durian Melaleuca woke up, she saw the news in the group and replied while yawning:

It looks like a handicraft, did you snatch it from the necklace, uncle?

They always typed: if you don't know each other, don't talk, just shut up.

The soil in the flower bed was obviously cleaned up when the ashes were mixed.

There are not even dead branches or leaves, but such a piece of iron is buried, and it must not be thrown in casually. Maybe this piece of iron is the most important clue.

Realizing his bad mood at the moment, Melaleuca durian quickly disappeared:

Good uncle, I shut up, uncle.

Even if the uncle is not vulgar, he is still an uncle according to his seniority.

He can carry a tablet and knock his bald head, it's better for him to be less annoying.

There was durian Melaleuca proofing, the group was very quiet, no one spoke for a long time.

When the police car drove to the entrance of the alley, he got out of the car and saw people bubbling in the group.

Tintin cat:

Uncle Shi, this is a bit like a rune order of the ghost control genre.

They all stopped walking forward, frowning: Control ghosts?Are you reading that right, cat.

Durian Melaleuca was blown out again, very excited:

Control ghost flow? !Damn it!

How come there are still people in this frenzied and evil school, and they haven't died yet?

Ding Dingmao'er: I'm not sure, but it looks a bit like it. If uncle is free, please come to City B with a piece of iron. I can take you to meet my friend. He is from the ghost school, yes There are also some studies on the literature on ghost flow control.

Saying this, it can be said that one stone stirred up a thousand waves.

The group exploded immediately:

What the hell, you actually make, friends, friends with that group of jokers!

Kitten, you really are a cat with nine lives, you are impatient to live.

That's right, they are all gloomy, even their personalities are so gloomy, they are eccentric all day long, it's hard for you to stand them.

Yiyi: Shut up, let’s get down to business. I owe you a slap.

Is now the time to care about who to be friends with? The most important thing now is not the reappearance of ghost control?What a headache.

The concept of the genre of controlling ghosts is written in the genre name.

As the name suggests, it is to use some special means to control ghosts behind the scenes for their own use, and to do things that human beings cannot do.

Although ghost control and ghost dwelling are both raising ghosts, they work with ghosts.

Use this to enhance your combat effectiveness and be able to handle many supernatural events.

But in fact, they are two completely different genres with very different ways of doing things.

Guisuliu pays attention to being kind to ghosts, even if you are good to me.

The two parties signed a contract of peaceful coexistence. You help me with my affairs, and I will send you paper money, materials, and memorial tablets.

Even the souls are bound together, living together and dying together.

It can be said that apart from being affected by ghosts and ghosts, there is no difference from ordinary partners and teammates.

Even for each other, they will only be more loyal and trustworthy.

The idea of ​​controlling ghost flow is to use ghosts purely as tools.

None of them believed that they used special means to control the ghosts in their hands.

They threatened and forced them to do things for them.

The method is much more cruel than that of the ghosts, not to mention that in order to get powerful ghosts and evil ghosts, they will also artificially cause death.

When Yiyi was very young, he once heard a story told by his master.

About 30 years ago, there was a man of the ghost control genre who wanted to use ghosts to seek wealth and death, but was stopped by the big brother Luo Bosi who rushed to him, and he failed to succeed.

Luo Bosi's elder brother is a talented celestial master who devotes himself to cultivation and has a pure heart. When he saw the man crying bitterly, he knelt on the ground and kowtowed to beg for mercy. He repeatedly promised that he would never do it again.

So she believed his nonsense, but seriously injured him and didn't take his life.

But he didn't expect that man's mind to be so distorted long ago. After being injured by senior brother Luo Bosi, he held a grudge, and was full of satisfaction to seek revenge from senior brother Luo Bosi.

Knowing that he is no match for Big Brother Luo Bosi, he is determined to get the most ferocious ghost.

He deliberately chose a woman with a horoscope of birth and a Yin constitution. After marrying her, he had intercourse with her at a specific time, and finally succeeded in making her conceive a child.

That child had an extraordinary background, and was nourished by his yin energy since he was a child. When he was still in the mother's womb, he had a faint tendency to become a ghost baby.

Waiting until the Ghost Festival, the Yin Qi will flourish, and the gate of ghosts will be closed.

That man directly cut open his wife's belly, completely turned his son into the most powerful ghost baby, and even hooked up with a pregnant woman ghost.

With his ghost child, he lurks in mountain villages and devours countless souls.

There were natural deaths, but most of them were killed by him.

The deceased had just lost his life, and his soul didn't even have time to produce consciousness, so he was in a trance, and was swallowed by the ghost baby as food.

At that time, communication was far less developed than it is now.

In many remote places, accidental deaths are buried hastily, and the specific cause of death is not even known, and the news does not even spread out of the village.

No one will know that behind those dead, someone is brewing a big conspiracy.

Until the end, the man felt that the time was ripe for him to take revenge, so he controlled the baby ghost whose strength had increased greatly, and slaughtered the entire county.

The dead corpses all over the city, and the blood layer condensed into a thick black shell on the ground are all his gauntlets to Senior Brother Luo Bosi.

He still remembered that when he heard this story, he was looking forward to the action of Brother Luo Bosi, who would quickly kill the man who did bad things and become a hero that everyone admired.

This is the case in all the stories Master told in the past.

Good will be rewarded with good, evil will be rewarded with evil, and sooner or later there will be retribution.

His master looked at his expectant eyes, and sighed softly, unwilling to continue talking, it was a rare time for his master, when his heart was heavy.

It's a pity that he still couldn't understand the meeting, and he just urged his master to finish the story quickly.

His master was really impatient at being urged by him, so he told him vaguely, anyway, the man and ghost baby who controlled the ghost flow were all wiped out in the end, and the souls of the beatings were scattered, and they could no longer do evil, even half a thing Bad thing.

Hearing this, he clapped his hands and cheered loudly, overjoyed that the good guy won once again for the bad guy.

But he didn't see the faint pain flashing in his master's eyes.

Until he was 15 years old, he met Radish Shredded Radish who came to Tuyuan Temple as a guest.

Like a demon, he suddenly remembered the story he had heard, knocked on the tablet in his hand, and asked Luo Bosi, "Is your senior brother all right?"

The eye sockets of shredded radish gradually turned red, holding the tea bowl, she was silent for a long time.

It took about two sticks of incense time, and it was so long that he was a little confused. Is it so difficult to answer an ordinary greeting?

It was only then that Luo Bosi said weakly, "My senior brother, he's long gone."

Only then did he know that in the story his master hadn't finished telling, after Luo Bosi's elder brother learned of the tragic situation in the city, he blamed himself for letting the bad guy go, which caused the guy to refine a ghost baby.

Restless, he stood in the snow all night and fell ill with a fever.

I was haunted by nightmares during my illness, so that I lingered on the sick bed and never recovered.

But before that person killed all the people in the county, he left the name of the senior brother, and it was suspected that he had something to do with the murderer.

A few people just doubted, and the vast majority of people, frightened by the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, directly identified the elder brother as the murderer regardless of indiscriminateness, and asked him to kill him to pay for his life.

When things got serious, people surrounded even the top of their master's gate, demanding to hand over the senior brother and give the dead an explanation.

No one believed he wasn't the murderer.

No one cared what he had done, what he was thinking, whether he was a good person or not.

They just wanted him dead.

Then he really died.

The ghost baby was nourished by the bloody resentment, and its strength became extraordinarily strong.

That man began to become unscrupulous, and when he saw something unpleasant, he would kill, when he was in a bad mood, he would kill, and when he was particularly happy, he would still kill.

Turn killing into a daily routine for yourself and the ghost baby.

The smell of blood lingered for a long time, and the news of the constant death could not be suppressed.

People finally knew that the dead people in the whole county were not killed by the big brother at the beginning, but they started to blame him again, why should they let the bad guys go.

If he hadn't let the bad guys go because of his soft heart, he wouldn't have caused such a bloody disaster.

In the constant panic, they always have to find a reason to shift the responsibility to others.

So it is wrong for senior brother to kill someone, and it is also wrong not to kill someone.

His fault was that he was still alive.

After ten days of such uproar, senior brother suddenly woke up.

Wearing his usual favorite white robe, carrying the wooden sword he has used since he was a child, taking advantage of the bright moonlight blending with the white snow, he quietly descended the mountain and never went back.

After he finished listening to the story, he turned to look at his master, only to see that his master had a fat face, red eyes, and was crying harder than shredded radish.

I wanted to say something, but suddenly lost interest.

Seeing him standing in a daze, Zhao Ran stretched out his hand and pushed him, and said in a low voice, "Uncle, Uncle? Why are you suddenly in a daze, we should go in."

They didn't respond at all, holding the iron plate with a particularly dignified expression.

He reached out his hand to feel from the bag, and pulled out a blood-stained mahogany sword.

Zhao Ran watched from the side, couldn't help but widen his eyes.

His uncle's cloth bag is about a foot square in size, and the mahogany sword is about three feet long, it is hard and cannot be folded.

So, how did the wooden sword fit in?

He was a little curious, but seeing his uncle's serious expression, he didn't dare to ask.

Hesitating slightly, he whispered, "Uncle Shi, this sword is..."

Where did it come from? Why have I never seen his uncle use it.

They held the sword with one hand, brushed the blood stains on the sword, and said with heavy eyes, "This is given to me by my master, and it is a relic left by a senior."

After the ghost infant was destroyed, they found the broken body of the elder brother at the place where the battle took place.

The body was covered with cuts and bruises, the blood had been drained long ago, and the soul disappeared.

But the corners of his mouth were upturned, obviously his wish had come true, and he passed away with a smile on his face.

After the elder brother passed away, his master and Luo Bosi reached a tacit understanding and began to eradicate ghost-controlling people.

His master often said, get rid of evil and do everything, especially for those who accuse ghosts.

Even if you go to the [-]th level of hell after death, it’s just another place to recite scriptures, and you might still see Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

Just for the sake of controlling ghosts, his master thought that he would go to hell after death, which shows how determined he is.

Over the years, he has been running around, and he has never heard of ghost control.

He thought he was crushed to death by his master and Radish, but he didn't expect to see him here, and it might have something to do with Jiang Yu.

Thinking of the horror of controlling ghosts in the story, he couldn't help being a little startled.

Thinking about it, he put the wooden sword into his bag when he heard the tablet prompting that there was news.

Take out the tablet to check, it is Tintin cat:

Uncle Shi, I just asked my friend, and he said that if it is really a ghost control rune, there should be three to four pieces, you can look for it nearby.

They all replied well, told Zhao Ran about the situation, and turned around to call Jin Fengyu.

Jin Fengyu was drinking tea, when he received a call, he asked him in a low voice, "Yiyi, have you had lunch yet?"

"No." He replied, looking at the time, hey, it's fast enough, it's almost twelve o'clock, and said quickly, "I'll have lunch when I finish my work."

Jin Fengyu didn't blame him, and smiled lightly, "Okay, what happened?"

They all told about finding the iron sheet, and Jin Fengyu understood, "I'll call someone from nearby, and it will take up to 10 minutes. What do you want to eat?"

The phone didn't hang up, and Dr. Yang was called in, and asked him to find someone to deliver the meal.

While waiting for the helper to come, always tell him about the possibility of going to city B, "I'm going to city B by plane, I just have something to do, and I'll be back soon."

Although a bit reluctant, but in the end it's the business that matters.

Unexpectedly, when Jin Fengyu heard that he was going to City B, not only was he not reluctant, but he also laughed happily, "Going to City B?"

Before he got angry, he smiled and whispered, "What a coincidence, I'm going too."

They are all pinching their phones, feeling a little tangled.

Hearing that Jin Fengyu was going too, his mood suddenly became high.

But he still coughed, pretending to be sensible, "Actually, you don't need to accompany me, you can go by yourself, I'm already an adult."

Hearing the excitement in his voice, Jin Fengyu could imagine his troubled little expression through the phone.

He explained in a good mood, "I know you are the most powerful, I am not here to accompany you, I have to go back to city B to see the old man, he is sick."

After a slight pause, Jin Fengyu asked him in a low voice, "If possible, all, can you accompany me home to meet the old man."

Yiyi's eyes widened suddenly, his face full of shock, "...?! Are we, are we going to see the parents so soon?"

He suddenly panicked, it's over, it's over, will the old man of the Jin family dislike him?

He can't speak very well, and he can't make the old man happy.

What to do, what to do, what to do, what to do, he is not ready yet.

Hearing his surprise, Jin Fengyu hurriedly comforted him, "It's okay if you don't want to see him, the old man is seriously ill, and he may not be able to see him when he goes back."

Yiyi patted his pulsating chest to ease his emotions, "I happen to be going to City B, so I really should take the initiative to visit, I'm going."

He is a good boy with good manners and etiquette!

It doesn't matter if the old man doesn't like him, he still has to respect Jin Fengyu's elders.

He strengthened his determination, thinking of going out with Jin Fengyu, the corners of his lips curled up unconsciously, "Then let's go to City B together this time, if we say go, let's go."

Jin Fengyu asked him with a smile, "I won't eat the shrimp dumplings that night."

Always, "..."

It's okay not to say it, but when he said it, he felt hungry and his stomach growled.

Licking the corner of his mouth, he whispered aggrievedly, "I still want to eat shrimp dumplings."

Jin Fengyu raised his hand and glanced at his watch, and thought for a while, "Well, I have an order to sign at three o'clock in the afternoon, and I will go back to prepare after signing, and you will come back for dinner in the evening.

Let's leave after dinner, take the [-]:[-] p.m. plane, and it will be just after ten o'clock when we arrive in City B, so we won't delay your rest, all right? "

It's all arranged, what else can't be done.

He nodded quickly, "Okay, okay."

The two chatted with their mobile phones for a while, and the person sent to help arrived.

Four vans came, a total of nearly thirty workers in full overalls, with their own tools, lined up neatly, "Hi, Young Master Jiang."

Zhao Ran was dumbfounded, and gave him a thumbs up, "Niu beer, uncle, the ability to make money is really good, I want it too."

Yiyi, "...If you want it, work hard to make money, tell me what's the use."

Zhao Ran pursed his lips aggrieved, "I don't have any money, why don't you let me talk about it?"

Resisting the urge to roll their eyes, Yiyi took out the iron piece from his pocket and showed it to the workers, "I found this one in the flower bed, and there are others."

After thinking about it for a while, he took out a dozen or so amulets and distributed them among them, "Let's do the activities in groups, and make sure that someone in each group gets the amulets."

After explaining the situation clearly, the workers spontaneously formed a team and went in to find the iron pieces.

He was about to follow into the alley to help, but the driver stopped him with a smile, "Master Jiang, Mr. Jin ordered to prepare lunch for you. You can eat it in the car or take it down."

Zhao Ran heard it, and condemned him strongly, "Master, do you have the heart to eat in the car by yourself, watching your nephew, I am hungry and busy everywhere?"

Yiyi rubbed his growling stomach, and got into the car nimbly.

"...Why can't I bear it? Hurry up, little Baiyang is gone."

What's the use of forbearance, is it important to have him to fill the stomach, obviously not, hey!