Feng Shui detective

Autumn goes to winter, and it seems that another winter has passed.In the blink of an eye, Lingfeng has known Langqing for a year, and the relationship between the two of them has changed from incompatible to harmonious and complementary.

I don't know when it started, the policeman who came from a professional class and didn't believe in the theory of ghosts and gods believed in "evil".

Things that were thought to be impossible have actually happened.

At the beginning of 19, Tianming City encountered the once-in-40-year snowfall. The heavy snow covered the entire Tianming City and crushed many camphor trees that had not been planted for a long time in new urban areas.

The heavy snow came quickly and urgently, the road was almost paralyzed, and the entire Public Security Bureau was busy.

Amidst the crowds turning their backs, Tianming City ushered in the New Year.

When Ling Feng was young, he lived in the mountains. Every month before the new year, his grandfather would go down the mountain to tell fortunes and watch the feng shui of the house.With the money he earned, he bought some oil and rice, and then asked someone to tear a piece of fabric to make a new suit for Ling Feng.

If the weather is good that year and everyone is rich, grandpa will ask someone to make a thick cotton coat and bring a bag of maltose.If the economy was in a recession that year, I would wear a light underwear and go to the mountains to find a few rabbits to keep for Chinese New Year extra meals.

Later, when Ling Feng went down the mountain, there were more rich people in the city, and life was better than before.Fireworks and firecrackers could be set off in the city in those years. What Ling Feng loves most is to watch the gorgeous fireworks light up the night while the countdown bell is ringing.

Later, her father and grandfather died, and she was the only one left.

Ling Feng lived alone with a ghost for four years.

But this year is different, the big black face said that he would spend the holiday with her, thinking of Ling Feng, he couldn't help but look forward to it.

Every year, there are only seven days of holidays during Chinese New Year, and two days of work are required during these seven days.Lang Qing chose the first day and the last day, leaving the five days in between.

On the day of Lunar New Year's Eve, Ling Feng had already bought groceries, waiting eagerly for the New Year.

Lang Qing said that her family's family dinner is at night, but she has to be on duty during the day, so she can leave work early to cook.

The snow on the road was shoveled aside, leaving two lanes for cars.High snowdrifts piled up on both sides of the road, and even a neighbor at her door shoveled a way for her.

The road is not wide, less than one meter wide, and there is more than ten centimeters of snow on both sides.Further in the distance is a snowman made by a teenage girl from the neighbor’s house, with a round body and a big head. For anthropomorphic purposes, buttons are used to make eyes, carrots are used as noses, and branches are used as arms.

Ling Feng sat tightly wrapped up on the steps in front of his house, watching the passers-by walking carefully on the road, watching them slipping every step, like penguins migrating on the Antarctic.

The municipal government launched an emergency plan when the blizzard suddenly fell. Airplanes sprinkled salt, and many institutions went to the road to manually shovel snow. The city's leaders went to the front line to direct and participate in the action.Even the army dispatched a lot of sergeants to cover the streets closest to the army. Residents nearby can see the camouflage green all over the street as long as they stretch their heads.

The snow stopped, the sun came out, the snow was squeezed into ice, and it was easy to skid when the vehicle drove up.The ice is not easy to shovel together, so at this stage, we can only care about the snow on the road.

Lang Qing stood by the window and watched the colleagues who were plowing snow downstairs.

The team leader took a group of young and strong police officers to the countryside to shovel snow. The countryside is no better than the city. The heavy snow blocked the road and the vehicles stalled, causing a road to be paralyzed.

As the rarest species in the criminal police brigade - a single female police officer, Lang Qing was lucky to stay in the unit.Even though they all knew that Lang Qing's physical fitness might be better than them, but the remaining luck made them unwilling to face the reality.

Snow is good, good thing is that even habitual thieves don't want to come out to steal things.

The road is not easy to walk, and there are no ghosts on the main road at night. At this time, there is no difference between stealing things and sending yourself to the bureau. It is better to find an Internet cafe and play a few games with the heating .

Lang Qing left an hour early. Her car was equipped with anti-skid chains. Every time the wheels turned around and pressed against the anti-skid chains, the car body felt like it was lifted.

There are not many cars in the city, and most people choose to travel by bus or subway. When Lang Qing drove the car to the door of the office, she saw a little snowman piled up at the door.

The snowman is not big, it looks fat and white, its eyes are small tomatoes, its nose is a carrot, and its hands are two celery.Lang Qing understood what Ling Feng wanted to eat at a glance.

Carrot shredded pork, fried celery, tomato soup, and the rest of the dishes she chooses.

The two of them couldn't eat much, but Lang Qing still cooked a whole table of dishes. She was afraid that Ling Feng would be hungry, so she repeatedly told her how to use the microwave oven.

Ling Feng thought of her grandpa, and every time her grandpa taught her something, he was like this, emphasizing it over and over again, for fear that she would not remember.

The biting cold wind outside the window could not penetrate the concrete walls, the air conditioner was turned on in the room, and the heater dispelled the chill from Lang Qing's body. After her body warmed up, it was time to go to work again.

Ling Feng was left alone in the room.

The New Year makes people lazy, Ling Feng didn't want to draw talismans at home alone, so he ran back to the second floor and slept all afternoon.

She is too idle, it's okay to waste time every day, the point is that she doesn't have any thoughts of repentance.

Everyone in the Lang family is a busy person, and they can only get together on the night of New Year's Eve.Lang's mother rested and cooked a table of dishes at home for the two of them to come back. After the dishes were reheated again and again, Lang's father came home covered in snow and cold wind.

Lang's father, who has always been self-reliant, drank a little wine, but Lang Qing didn't drink at all, but toasted her parents with tea instead of wine.

The annual Spring Festival Gala is more like a formality. A family of three sits on the sofa and watches the festively dressed hosts pay New Year's greetings on TV.

After exchanging glances with Lang's father, Lang's mother tentatively said, "Is the work going well? I also heard about the case last year. Fortunately, those who clear up the case clear themselves, and the mouths of outsiders are blocked."

Lang Qing gave a soft "hmm" and glanced at the time.

"You will be 31 after the new year. Look at Auntie Zhang, your neighbor. Her son is one year older than you, and now she has a grandson." Lang's mother took a careful look at Lang Qing's face and continued, "Look at your unit." Is there any other match? No, the police are too busy to care about their family, you can see your dad.”After finishing speaking, he did not forget to give Lang's father a supercilious look.

Lang Qing has been single for 31 years, and finally someone can't help but start forcing her into a marriage.

Lang's mother took another careful look at Lang Qing's expression, sometimes facial paralysis is quite good, and others can't see happiness or anger with a sullen face.

"My colleague has a relative, Dr. Sea Turtle, who is now an associate professor at the university. His family affairs are clean, and I have seen photos of him. He looks like a clean scholar..."

"I'll go back first and take two crabs for supper."Before Lang's mother finished speaking, Lang Qing got up and was about to leave. Judging from her quickened steps and movements, she was a little flustered.

"Isn't this your home? Where are you going?" Lang's father was anxious, and put on an official air, "You come back, why are you..."

The streets are brightly lit, and there are people putting river lanterns in the park far away. One after another lotus lanterns on the lake look like stars falling into the water.

The child's high-pitched voice rang out one after another. Ling Feng rubbed his ears, then continued to curl up on the sofa and yawn while watching the Spring Festival Gala.

Xiao Bai smelled the familiar smell, and ran to open the door for Lang Qing.

Sometimes Lang Qing always thinks that it seems good to have a ghost, it will not eat food in the trash can, and it will not excrete at will to dirty the house, it does not need frequent cleaning and care, and it will not drop a piece of food. house hair.But Lang Qing didn't want to raise ghosts, because she saw Ling Feng and Xiao Bai quarreling more than once.The most interesting thing is that she can only hear Ling Feng's voice, and every time they quarrel, it is more like Ling Feng's one-man show.

The moonlight outside the house was perfect, and Lang Qing brought two hairy crabs over to "give presents".

Ling Feng, who was still sleepy at first, regained his energy, happily took the crab, left the TV that was still on, and went to the dining table.

The bowls and chopsticks on the table are not collected, and someone can see that they are not good at doing housework.Lang Qing rolled up her sleeves, cleaned the table and washed the dishes.

"When I lived in the mountains before, there were small stones by the side of the stream at the foot of the mountain. When the stones were turned over, small crabs would crawl out." Ling Feng lifted the shell and poked the crab roe full of the shell with chopsticks. "But my grandpa said it can't be eaten, and it's too small. The biggest one is only the size of a bottle cap, and the small one is about the same size as my little fingernail."

Lang Qing paused while washing the dishes, and gave a soft "hmm".Her eyes were half-closed, and her long eyelashes cast fan-shaped shadows across her face.

The voice of a singer singing came from the living room, the lyrics were not clear, and the word "dragon" was faintly heard.Lang Qing recalled her own dream, and she had dreamed similar scenes one after another in the past six months.

The fiery red sky, the dark and wet land, the severed weapons, and the blood everywhere.

It was a silent war, some people were alive and fighting bloody battles, while some people fell down and lost their souls.

Only that figure is still fighting on the front line.

The dark blue dragon armor was stained red with blood, countless swords were worn out under her hands, the powerful ax struck her shoulder without leaving a single white mark, and those eyes were colder than those in front of the palace.

Even in her dream, Lang Qing could feel the evil spirit all over her body.

Staring into those eyes for a long time, Lang Qing knew that the face under the mask was exactly the same as her own.

"Are there really dragons in this world?" Only a half-kneeling figure was left on the battlefield of the horse leather shroud, and she barely stood up with the gun in her hand.The sturdy dragon armor was still shattered, the dragon scales were chopped off, and the bloody body could be seen.

This is the dragon armor, but also the scales on her body.

"Dragon?" Ling Feng took a bite of the crab claws, "There shouldn't be any."

For some reason, Lang Qing suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Even if there are purebred dragons, they should be nobles. They are born at the top of the pyramid, but some species may become dragons if they work hard to evolve." Ling Feng, who was panting, spat out the shells in his mouth. It is possible to jump the dragon"

"Big black face, why are you asking this?"