Feng Shui detective

In front of a small stall with antiques, a woman in a pure black Tang suit was squatting and rummaging in front of the stall. A fan was placed at her feet, which was particularly eye-catching in winter.

For antiques, everyone is willing to fight and suffer. Buying fakes can only mean that your vision is too small, and if you miss it, you may get rich.Now there are fewer and fewer spiritual antiques, and more and more fake modern industrialized products.There is no difference between a small stall and a store, except that there may be several genuine items in the store, and of course the price is high.As for the things on the stall, it all depends on one's own ability.

Last time Ling Feng picked up a piece of jade here, and today he saw an ink line.

There is only an ink thread without an ink fountain, which is barely half an object.The thread is an ordinary thread, but the ink on it is not ordinary ink.

"Uncle, why are you putting a thread on this stall?" Ling Feng blinked his innocent eyes, looking like "I don't understand anything".

Unexpectedly, the uncle who set up the stall rolled his eyes at Ling Feng, and said to himself that you still put on such a pretense?

"Come on, you, an orthodox Taoist family, still can't recognize that this is the ink thread that binds the corpse? You want to find something wrong with me?" In the Confucius Temple, there are a lot of fish and dragons, some are ordinary antique dealers, and some are in the name of setting up stalls by the way. A person who scours for some good things.Most of the latter have inheritance, and some people have inherited their craft, so they can find more good things for their descendants when they have nothing to do, so as to increase their wealth.

The ink used in this ink thread is very particular. They are old rooster blood, black dog blood mixed with cinnabar, and they are all good things to ward off evil spirits. Before opening the coffin to prevent the corpse inside from turning into a zombie, I would tie the coffin with ink thread, so that the zombie cannot get up. corpse.Another use is that where zombies appear, use ink thread to tie the zombie's legs so that he cannot jump.This zombie can't jump, so it can only be slaughtered.

"This ink thread is a good thing. It's good for warding off evil spirits and catching ghosts. Everyone is a fellow Taoist. It costs 50 a piece. Would you like it?" The uncle was holding a dry cigarette, his mouth full of smoke.

This ink thread does not have an ink fountain, so it is not as useful as before. If it breaks, it will be gone. It can be regarded as a disposable item.Ling Feng originally wanted to buy a string to send to the little beauty, and took the string to offset the 70 million yuan she overcharged, but he never expected to meet such an unreliable person, and he opened his mouth for 50 yuan.

"If you have an ink fountain for your ink thread, I'll ask for 50 yuan!" Ling Feng felt that he had been coaxed into a fool, and even recognized who she was, and coaxed her like a child. This person is too bad.

"Little friend, what are you talking about? If there is an ink fountain, I won't keep it and pass it on to my sons, and leave it for them to save their lives? How about this, I will give you a discount, the price is 40 yuan, if you want it take it away."

Ling Feng picked up the fan and left, it's too stupid, I really think she is a fool!

"Hey, don't go. If you are not satisfied with the price, you can discuss it again. How can you buy something like this?" No ink line without an ink fountain.

"Five thousand".Ling Feng stretched out five fingers as white as green onions, as if he didn't want to sell them.

"This is a good thing, 5000 yuan are you missing?" The uncle who sold the goods rolled his eyes, and smoke came out of his nose in anger.He rolled his eyes and said again: "Don't you know how to draw talismans? That talisman is a one-time thing. You bring five talismans and I will exchange the ink line for you."

Ling Feng calculated in his heart that the cost price of the five talismans was only five yuan, so he happily agreed.

Turning around, I told the little beauty that the ink thread was bought for 50 yuan, and I would not pay back the extra money I charged her.

Taking the box and putting away the ink thread, Ling Feng received the business before he even wanted to call the little beauty.

The person who called was in a county under Tianming City, which was later changed to a district, but it was still some distance away from the urban area.He had already driven the car to the door of Ling Feng's house, but when he knocked on the door, he found that there was no one in her house.

After staying in the Public Security Bureau for nearly a month, Ling Feng didn't learn how to lock the door.When she had nothing to do, she went out to the police with the young man next door, and saw that many people forgot to lock their doors and were stolen.Thinking that it would be easier for her to go out and lock the door than to find someone at night, so she got into the habit of locking the door.

Ling Feng didn't even return home, and was picked up with the box of ink thread in his arms.

Said to be a district, the economic development is still not as good as that in the city, the income and expenditure of the whole people have not yet risen, and the housing prices are rising faster than in the city.

Seeing the houses on the side of the road getting shorter and shorter, and small two-story western-style buildings like the ones built by farmers in the countryside appeared, Ling Feng realized that he should have entered the village belatedly.

It's true, her family's craft has always been regarded as a feudal superstition, and her grandfather was almost beaten to death when eliminating the four evils.Now everyone embraces science, and science has become the biggest religion.

The driver's hands were shaking, and the cold sweat on his forehead once slipped into his eyes, blurring his vision.Ling Feng sat in the back and was frightened, fearing that if his hand trembled, it would kill two people.

This family is from the countryside. The old couple gave birth to three sons, and he is the second child in the family.

The old couple gave birth to a young son, who is more than ten years younger than the eldest, and he is like the baby of the family.Coupled with his good grades, he has been supporting him through college.

The old man fell ill and died. A mourning hall was set up at home last night, and the three sons in the family took turns to keep vigil.

As a result, the boss was found dead early this morning, strangled to death in the mourning hall, and the old father's body seemed to have been moved.

Originally, the job of picking up people should be done by the youngest, since the eldest is dead, he should stay at home as the second child.But the young and old didn't believe this after studying for so many years, so they stubbornly called the police.The second child had no choice but to let the youngest stay at home to appease relatives, and hurriedly drove to invite Ling Feng.

Ling Feng touched the box that hadn't been warmed up, thinking that she just bought the ink thread and met Qi Zong?

Wait, what did this person just say, call the police?

Every industry has its own rules, just like inviting someone to look at Feng Shui. If you invite two great immortals at the same time, it will be disrespectful to them.If you have a good temper, you will leave with just a few words, and if you have a bad temper, you may be tripped up.

But is it breaking the rules to invite the master at the same time as the police?Ling Feng didn't know this, Ling Feng just wanted to know if he would beat the dog with meat buns.

She finally escaped from that gathering place, is it possible that she will be caught back again?

But the car had already arrived at the door of the house, and Lingfeng could see the panic and fear in the eyes of the men and women in big padded jackets through the car window.

When did they encounter such a situation with their faces facing the loess and their backs facing the sky?

There were rumors among the neighbors that the old man had recovered from his body and strangled his eldest son to death.Now not only the police are here, but also the immortal invited by the second child.

Please Daxian, if there is nothing stained on this house, do you need to invite Daxian?

Invisibly, the neighbors' guesses seemed to be confirmed.

Ling Feng glanced ghostly several times, and was relieved after confirming that she didn't know any of the policemen who came.

This family is a rural two-storey building plus yard and bungalow structure.The one-story house next to the road in front of the yard is said to be a one-story house, but it is actually more like a facade in the city, and it is used by the boss to do business.This time the old father died, and the sons emptied the things that had been placed here and set up a mourning hall.

Now the mourning hall is closed, and the police from the police station are waiting for the forensic doctor.

Only the city bureau has forensics, and the police station below them can only call for help when they encounter a dead person.

So far away, Ling Feng couldn't see the appearance of the two dead people, and she didn't know if they were corpses. She was sitting in a small shop opposite, watching the policeman squatting on the steps smoking a cigarette.

The policeman on the opposite side was also looking at her, and came over after a few glances.

"Are you the second child of this family? Just now we asked you about the situation, where have you been?"

It turned out that it wasn't her who was looking for.Ling Feng sat on the bench with his head bowed, all five senses were turned off to minimize the sense of existence.

"I... went to the city. I didn't know the way and went the wrong way, which wasted some time."The dark-faced man was wiping cold sweat all over his head, trembling even as he spoke.

"Two people in your family have died, and you still have the intention to go to the city?" The policeman who spoke was about 50 years old, not tall, and he was thin and thin. His large police uniform seemed to be hung on a bamboo pole.

The second son of the family seemed very nervous, Ling Feng could see the shadow on the ground shaking when he lowered his head.

"You brought this little girl from the city? She doesn't look like a rural person."A juicy little girl, with thin skin and tender flesh, stands out in the crowd.

Ling Feng pretended not to hear anything, counting sheep with his eyes closed.

In the past, her grandfather asked her to practice kung fu, and she sat cross-legged under a tree. The mountain wind blows her so comfortably, and it is the most suitable place to sleep.So she took a nap in the name of practicing Kungfu, and her grandfather thought she was on the road and took her down the mountain to play.

Ling Feng put the box on his knees, put the fan between his body and the box, sat on the chair and dozed off.

Those policemen didn't make it difficult for her, they gathered in the downwind to smoke.

Later, it seemed that the forensic doctor came. When the forensic doctor saw Ling Feng who seemed to be asleep, he shouted in surprise.

"Yo? Ling Daxian?"

All eyes were on Ling Feng, and Ling Feng couldn't pretend to be asleep anymore.

It looked like he was an acquaintance, the person who brought two roast chickens to the Fourth Squadron and put the chicken bones back together after eating!

Ling Feng thought carefully about the gossip he heard at the beginning, what did he say... secretly in love with Lang Qing? !