The devil always wants to marry me

I don't know what information Mo Yinxi provided to the police. That night, Tianjing Jiayuan came to the police car and took Sister Zhang away.

There was a thick layer of snow on the ground, which was somewhat illusory white, and the surroundings were quiet, and everything was silent.

Zhou Anyi was smoking a cigarette by the window, he exhaled lightly, his expression was gloomy.After Zhang Xiuhe was taken away, the Shao family added seven zeros to his card. He was quite happy with the Shao family's generosity.

But happiness is happiness, Zhou An really didn't expect Shao Yuebai to be so interested in this matter.

Just now, Shao Yuebai sent him a WeChat message, which contained a famous saying: A true warrior dares to face the bleak life and face the dripping blood.

When Zhou An was not sure what it meant, the other party sent another sentence: Brother, are you willing to be a real warrior with me?There must be something dark behind Sister Zhang, I want to dig deeper.

After getting the money, Zhou An stopped worrying about the other party, and said lazily: You must have lost your mind.Still digging, shady?Have you watched too many TV series, young master?

Tang Zheng: Don't worry, I will pay you three times.

Zhou An: The other party has withdrawn a message.

Zhou An: Well, how can I say that I used to be a civil servant serving people's names. Even though my position is different, I still uphold the principle of serving the people. I am willing to be a warrior and uncover the shady scenes with you.

Tang Zheng: ...

Zhou An: Comparing with you.

Here, Tang Zheng was nestled on the sofa, deeply shocked by Zhou An's brazenness and brazenness.

"What's the matter?" There was another person on the sofa, sitting upright with his back straight, his long hair loose, and the corners of his eyes were red with tears.

Xie Zhiyu was wearing a white suit, his face was still paralyzed, as if he was in a conference center full of elites.

"It's nothing." Tang Zheng threw the phone away, turned over on the sofa with his arms around the pillow, thinking about what to do next.

It wasn't a big deal at first, but when she thought about it, she brought her own habit, half-pouting her lips, which was the posture of a young girl of her age.

But if this action is done by a big man, especially a handsome man, the word sissy will almost be written on his face.The lethality is not generally large.

Xie Zhiyu was obviously killed, her face was expressionless, her eyes were blank, she opened her mouth and said nothing.

When the young lady of the Shao family, who was decisive and decisive outside, turned out all the imperceptible stupidity inside and spread it out to her family.

Xi Zhiyu: "Do you like men?"

Bi Luo, who was bored watching the play at the side, heard this and raised her head: This reasoning, this logic, it is a word of obedience in capitals!

Didn't your younger brother just grunt and pouted!Why are you talking about sexuality?

The point is that Tang Zheng is currently obsessed with the problem of "how to find the secret behind Sister Zhang". The skills of the young acting expert are naturally frozen, completely forgetting that she is now wearing Shao Yuebai's body, so stupid He replied: "Of course."

Xie Zhiyu had an indifferent face, and his heart was already in a panic.

"However, I only now realize that love has nothing to do with gender." Tang Zheng's ears were red, his white teeth were grinning, and he smiled silly and happily: "I have someone I like, and she is a girl."

Scratching his cheeks, Tang Zheng expressed his greatest distress to the cold face in front of him, as if the Siberian cold wind was blowing, and he didn't have the slightest demeanor of a caring big sister: "Would it be strange?"

The long-haired woman shook her head stiffly like a robot, "It's not surprising, you should like women."

Tang Zheng was stunned: "Yes, is it?" Now that people's ideas are so open, are they so accepting?

The onlookers watched Bi Luo, who was speechless all the time: ...

The world's attitude towards Bi Luo has always been to regard it as a sacred object enshrined on the altar, especially after several generations, it was finally flowed into the Mohism, and it was washed with dew every day, and the flowers were fragrant every night, and the pen cultivated Spirituality is also extremely simple.As a result, Bi Luo could only twitch the corners of his mouth and hold his breath, not knowing what to say for the situation that could be highly summarized by the words "mother's mental retardation".

When Tang Zheng finally remembered that he was still in the gate of Huangquan, Xie Zhiyu had already issued an order to his subordinates - find out the information about Shao Shao's favorite person.

The moment Tang Zheng looked over, Xie Zhiyu put away his phone and said, "I understand the reason why you sent money to Zhou An. Although I don't know when you started to believe in Feng Shui, I can't say anything, but you must Come back with me."

The brothers and sisters of the Shao family all have a characteristic, they are quite indifferent when they are serious.

Tang Zheng shrank her neck, I wanted to leave but I couldn't, she replied weakly: "I don't want to leave here."

Xie Zhiyu frowned, apparently she couldn't understand Shao Yuebai's refusal to leave such a dangerous place.

The woman stood up, her tone undeniable, "If you can't give me a reason to convince me before noon tomorrow, come back with me."

Seeing the back of the woman leaving without hesitation, Tang Zheng touched his chest quietly: "Didn't you say that you are quite dull inside, this aura is too scary."

However, another murder case occurred in Tianjing Jiayuan in the afternoon.

Wang Yixin, the man who died as a young couple.The woman, He Le, went shopping in the supermarket and heard dripping water when she returned to the house.

She thought her boyfriend had washed his clothes and dried them on the balcony, but when she walked to the balcony, she realized that what was drying was not clothes, but broken limbs.

Wang Yixin's body was dismembered into 18 pieces, and the body pieces were tied with ropes and hung on long and thin horizontal poles.

Because He Le screamed too harshly, Tang Zheng dragged Zhou An over and directly witnessed the crime scene.

The dripping rain of blood, the neatly scratched body parts...

Zhou An's pupils dilated, and he slowly uttered three words: "My day."

The corners of Tang Zheng's eyes twitched wildly. She carried He Le, who was paralyzed and incontinent, to the bedroom, and immediately called the police.

The suspect Zhang Xiuhe was naturally unable to commit crimes in the police station, so who killed Wang Yixin?

Is it the wrong person caught, an accomplice who slipped through the net, or is it a separate case?

Two hours after the police collected evidence and investigated, a news came from the police station: Zhang Xiuhe committed suicide and died.

Zhou An had just finished taking notes at this time, and when he heard the news, he just cast a rather meaningful look at Tang Zheng.

When the two went back, they passed Sister Zhang's door. The door was closed tightly, as if it would never be opened again.

"Do you still want to dig?" Zhou An yawned, his eyes were reddish as if he was sleepy, and he asked casually.

"Yeah." Tang Zheng nodded, his eyes clear: "If you think it's dangerous, you can get away. I can do it by myself."

Zhou An smiled, raised his eyebrows slightly, and the sarcasm in his peach blossom eyes almost overflowed: "Master Shao is just like you, can you be alone?"

After a few days, Tang Zheng was able to accept Zhou An's ability to change his face like an opera, to smile kindly one second before exuding the smell of being beaten from the inside out the next second.

Moreover, this person regards money as his life, Tang Zheng wonders if he died of poverty in his previous life.

"However, I am quite satisfied with your reward. I can only sacrifice my life to accompany the gentleman."

But it was such a money-greedy man who turned his back on him whenever he said so, but his sense of responsibility was unexpectedly great.

The man leaned on the handrail of the stairs and said for no reason: "I can pick the lock."

Bi Luo stared dumbfounded at the two people who swaggered in after prying open Sister Zhang's door.

The patriarchs of the Mohist family have always been upright and upright, and the rules taught by the disciples in the sect can be regarded as a copy of the eight honors and eight disgraces. They live like ascetics every day, otherwise they would not get gold and silver treasures from the holy things of other families. When the blood life was the tribute, Biluo was still dewy with flowers every day.Because of this, what Bi Luo engraves in his mind is the moral principle of a gentleman, prudence and independence.

It's just that over the past few days, Bi Luo's small outlook on life is constantly being subverted.

"Don't do it because the good is small, and don't do it because the evil is small." Bi Luo persuaded earnestly: "Although trespassing on other people's residence is a trivial matter, it is wrong after all, you all come out!"

Tang Zheng strained his ears to pretend he didn't hear it.

Speaking of which, the famous quote that Tang Zheng sent to Zhou An earlier was also provided by Bi Luo.

"The police found a bunch of useless things here." Zhou An narrowed his eyes and looked at the exquisite decoration carefully. "I guess Zhang Xiuhe used a special method."

Tang Zheng's eyes fell on the neatly arranged photos in the wall cabinet. They were all the same young woman with short hair reaching her shoulders, smiling very brightly and full of vitality.

"It's Miss Zhang's daughter, Zhang Xiao." Tang Zheng said.

Zhou An came over and took a look at one, and smacked his lips: "She's a big beauty, Du Shaoning is cheating even after she looks like this?"

Tang Zheng smiled disdainfully: "Oh, man."

Zhou An: ...it makes you look like you are not a man.

This is a closed room, more like a prison to be precise.

It was small and damp, and the black paint of unknown origin solidified in the corner, giving off an unpleasant musty smell. It seemed that there was something invisible hiding here, lingering on its last breath, which easily brought despair.

There was only one single bed in the room, with white sheets and a white bed, and the strong smell of disinfectant filled it.

In the case of the headless female corpse in Tianjing Jiayuan, a resident who was frightened crazy was sent to this psychiatric hospital, but the person escaped in just a month. There was no call to the police.

The dean standing at the door looked uneasy, his palms were sweaty, and he was still in a hurry when someone from the Shao family came to his broken hospital suddenly, even if the other party explained their purpose.

"It was indeed crazy when it was first delivered, but after three or four days, it became much more normal, and it didn't look like a fake. But the patient's family is rich, and he can go to a regular good hospital for treatment. I still don’t understand why they were sent here.”

The girl helped the mirror frame, her fingers were fair and slender, she seemed interested and asked, "What are the specific symptoms of that patient?"

Dean: "Parana, and a tendency to split personality."

Mo Yinxi raised his eyebrows, and then heard the other party add: "He thinks he is a dragon, or the kind that can breathe fire."

Oh, Mo Yinxi understands, the fire-breathing dragon.

"Is it this person?" Mo Yinxi asked after handing over a photo.

The dean sighed and nodded again and again: "Yes, yes! It's him, Zhou An!"

Tang Zheng was shocked, Tang Zheng was inconceivable, she just said that there might be something in the wall, and Zhou An blew up the wall.

Really fried.

The man wiped the blood from his hands indifferently, and threw the crooked glasses in the ruins all over the floor.

"Don't ask me." Bi Luo said to Tang Zheng expressionlessly, "It's also the first time I've seen an onmyoji who can blow the wall into tofu by drawing a formation with blood that doesn't know what it is."

Compared with human onmyojis, this ability is more like that possessed by demons.

Fortunately, Chad was silent and motionless, and did not attract the attention of the police guarding downstairs.

Behind the wall is a secret room, although half of it was destroyed by the bomb, but the general appearance can still be seen.

Coffins, talisman papers, dolls, and skulls are the scene of sorcery.

Zhou An opened the coffin without saying a word, and the pungent corpse smell hit the sky like a tide.Inside lay two highly decomposed corpses.This was a coffin for one person, and the space was too small, so the two corpses could only stick together tightly, showing the most intimate gesture.

Like lovers, they were wearing white suits and wedding dresses, holding hands tightly with bare bones.

There is a group photo on the table, and there is no dust on the edge of the photo frame, which shows that the owner attaches great importance to it.In the photo, the short-haired woman tightly hugged the young man's arm, smiling like a flower, while the young man smiled helplessly.

"When most people fall in love with someone, it's because that person has beauty different from their own." Tang Zheng lowered his eyes and said softly, "But Zhang Xiao and Du Shaoning are so similar." Both are warm little girls The sun, if you get too close, you will get burned.

Zhou An didn't speak. The tattered cotton doll was twisted into a ball with a rope and nailed to a black peach tree branch soaked in pig's blood.

There is also a photo mixed in the cotton wool. Even if someone ran across the photo with a knife, you can still see the face of the person above.

A weak and even timid woman with long hair reaching her waist, smiling shyly at the people outside the camera.

"So the little sun has found a little moon again?" Zhou An said in a long tone, sarcastically, "It's pretty disgusting."

Bi Luo said quietly: "These two corpses are very strange. The male is the real death, but the female is not. The soul is out of the body. Without water and food, the body can only rot and die in the end."

Holmes Tang went online: "Sister Zhang's soul is Zhang Xiao."

"Well, it should be. But this kind of soul-changing large-scale forbidden technique requires at least four ghost magicians to assist." Yin and Yang ghost techniques are always connected together, but they are different after all.

The former subdues demons and eliminates demons, while the latter exorcises ghosts and dispatches demons. Ghost magicians need more extraordinary talents. Take Lu Yuansheng as an example. His ghost attendant Bai Wuyan possesses the strength of a hundred ghost kings in Hundred Ghosts at Night , is beyond the reach of ordinary onmyojis.

And the Biluo pens owned by the master of the ghost gate can send ghosts to open the gate of the underworld, and the Mo family where Biluo belongs to is naturally mostly ghost magicians.

Who is standing behind Zhang Xiao, who can provide so many ghost magicians to complete this large-scale forbidden technique?

Naturally, Tang Zheng also took this into consideration, and together with Zhou An rummaged through boxes and cabinets to find clues.

After digging up and down, he really found something, Zhou An frowned, disgusted with the ugly mask in his hand: "What the hell is this, it's weird."

Tang Zheng didn't say anything, she was no longer familiar with this mask, the blood-colored eyes in the middle of the pure white had appeared in both Su Qingshui and Xiaoyan's memories, the person wearing this mask was also the leader of the disaster.

Tang Zheng turned the mask over, and there was a small line of scarlet words on the back——

For gods, human beings are the real "gods".

"Master Shao, do you know about the living dead?" When Tang Zheng didn't know what to do, Zhou An found something again.

Tang Zheng responded, those who escaped life, old age, sickness and death from the disaster-bearing ghosts are the living dead, such as Xu Tian, ​​they are extremely selfish and disgusting monsters.

Tang Zheng looked at Zhou An. He was holding a wooden box with several nameplates inside.

Tang Zheng picked up one casually, and the nameplate read "Xu Tian, ​​the Living Dead". It seemed that the person behind Zhang Xiao was indeed a masked man.

Thinking in this way, Tang Zheng picked up another nameplate. After seeing the name of the person on it, her face suddenly became pale as paper, her pupils suddenly shrank like needlepoints, she lost her voice, and forcibly swallowed the scream that overflowed her throat. .

Zhou An noticed something was wrong with Tang Zheng, frowned and patted him on the shoulder, "Are you okay?"

He looked at the nameplate in Tang Zheng's hand, and couldn't figure out what was so scary—the living dead Lu Yuansheng.

The author has something to say:

The word count is exploding, (laughs)

Because the set world view of onmyoji is too grand, I try to popularize science in each chapter. For example, although ordinary onmyoji and ghost masters belong to onmyoji this time, the latter is more powerful. Although the former can also have ghost attendants, they are both It is the type of fighting five scum, like Xiaobai, only ghost magicians can sign it.I try my best to make these settings clear to everyone.

It's been so long, I forgot the plot myself.

Then, the next chapter, Mohist and Shiqingyan will appear (scattered flowers~)