Guiding Spirit [Part 1]

At 18:13, Jiang Mu drank tea in room 517 at the end of the corridor. Although he was drinking tea, there was not even a speck of tea foam in the cup, and it was just plain cold.

He didn't mind either. From the window sill of the living room, he could see a small man-made lake behind the community. The water was sparkling and the surrounding greenery was not bad.

Lao Lu was sitting on the chair next to him with a sad face and a little restrained, he couldn't help sneaking glances at him. After a while, Zhang Xiumei came out of the room and sat next to him.

"How's Xiaoshuang?" Lao Lu turned his head and asked hoarsely.

Zhang Xiumei looked at him, "I'm already asleep, I guess I'm tired from tossing around."

The two of them looked at each other with sleepiness in their eyes, and there was still a little bit of surprise.

Jiang Mu covered the teacup on the table and raised his eyes to them and said calmly: "Since Miss Lu is fine, I'll go back first."

"That..." Lao Lu suddenly stood up and met Jiang Mu's gaze. His two rough and fat hands flapped in the air twice as if trying to stop him, "Mr. Jiang."

Seeing that he had something to say, Jiang Mu didn't get up in a hurry. He leaned on the back of the chair and looked at him, wanting to hear him finish, but saw that his face was flushed and he couldn't hold back a word for a long time, so he said: "Mr. gone."

He could probably guess what Lao Lu was going to say, but before Lao Lu could speak, Zhang Xiumei, who was silent at the side, suddenly said, "Mr. Jiang, can you save Xiaoshuang?"

Jiang Mu tilted his head to look over, Zhang Xiumei's body trembled, and he asked, "How can it be rescued?"

"Xiaoshuang is going crazy now, and she is always talking creepy things to make herself look like a ghost or a ghost. She can't even take care of her basic life. Living has become her biggest torture. You... She paused, "Is there any way for you to restore her to a normal person?"

Jiang Mu glanced at her without any surprises, and Lao Lu next to him also looked expectant. He rubbed the edge of the teacup and shook his head, "I need to go to a professional doctor for mental matters. You should count on me."

"We also know this. In fact, we have looked for it." Lao Lu continued, "We sent her to the hospital when she just got sick. Xiaoshuang stayed in the mental hospital for almost a year, but there was no effect at all. On the contrary, she was very resistant. I was hysterical every day, and her mother and I felt sorry for the child and took her home. In fact, not only the psychiatrist, we even invited the witches and masters several times at that time, but the results were the same."

"Master witch please?"

"Neighbors in the neighborhood say that Xiaoshuang's accident is related to the 503 incident," Zhang Xiumei took a peek at Jiang Mu and saw that he did not respond before continuing, "We also feel that there is something tricky in our hearts, after all, the old lady died within two days of Xiaoshuang's madness It’s really a coincidence, so I want to find an expert to see if there are any sneaky people doing evil.”

"What do those 'superior people' say?"

Seeing that Jiang Mu was interested, Lao Lu hurriedly interjected: "Most of them didn't say anything useful, and we couldn't understand the metaphysics they talked about. They said there were ghosts who harmed people, but they didn't say anything in the end. One, two, three, what is the last name, what is the name, how did he die, why did he harm people, I don’t know at all.”

"However, there is still someone who is different from what they said." Zhang Xiumei seemed to think of something, "That is an old Taoist priest, dressed in shabby clothes, small eyes, light eyebrows, and a mustache, which looks a little unscrupulous."

Jiang Mu asked: "What did he say?"

Zhang Xiumei thought about it carefully before saying, "We didn't invite that person. At that time, we asked someone to invite another quite famous master. This old Taoist came here uninvited."

"Oh?"

"Speaking of which, there was almost a fight. The master we invited looked around here and said that 503 has evildoers, which is very tricky. It needs 12 tribute gold to draw the formation and do it for 49 days. As a result, the old Taoist heard He spat out a mouthful of phlegm and said..."

"say what?"

Zhang Xiumei was a little embarrassed to speak, she glanced at Lao Lu, but Lao Lu said indifferently: "The old Taoist said, 'Fuck your mother'."

Jiang Mu didn't hold back and laughed out loud, "He's a man of temperament."

"That's not it." Lao Lu also laughed when he saw this, "Later, the old Taoist said that the house was very clean and there was no filth at all. It would be better for the police to pay more attention than to find people to catch ghosts. He thought it was Man-made."

"Oh? It wasn't suicide, it wasn't a ghost, he thought it was homicide?"

"Yeah, it's very strange. The police suspected homicide at the beginning, but after a month of investigation, they still couldn't find any clues. They said that the deceased committed suicide. But think about it, you can drown yourself by burying your head in a fish tank. Gouging out each other's eyes with knives, is this something humans can do?"

Jiang Mu lowered his eyes and didn't answer the question. Lao Lu muttered a few words and stopped thinking it was inappropriate. Zhang Xiumei winked at him, and Lao Lu quickly changed the subject: "Look, Mr. Jiang..."

"Unfortunately, I have neither the means to treat the spirit nor the ability of the sorceress master."

"I can't say that. We saw you on the first floor just now. To be honest, it is not easy for Xiaoshuang to calm down. It is the first time we have seen someone who can subdue her so easily. It's not as easy as you for the man to give her a tranquilizer." He bent over and said hastily with a flattering smile.

But Jiang Mu was unmoved, he stood up and nodded slightly to Zhang Xiumei and Lao Lu with a very indifferent expression.

Lao Lu's eyes fluctuated, he opened his mouth and couldn't say a word, his fat body was still bent over, and a look of depression slowly appeared on his wrinkled face, making him look old and funny as a whole, and he looked very sad.

Jiang Mu walked to the door and opened the door. He was supposed to leave and stopped suddenly. He turned around and glanced at them lightly, his eyes slightly drooping. He didn't know what he was thinking. If I feel better, Ms. Lu can also come to my place for a sit-down, I can't make her return to normal, but I can still make her emotionally stable."

Hearing that the other party was willing to let go, Lao Lu swept away the gloom before, and before thanking him, Jiang Mu asked again: "What does the old Taoist think about Miss Lu's illness?"

Zhang Xiumei, who was next to Lao Lu, was taken aback and quickly answered: "He said that Xiao Shuang has lost her soul."

Jiang Mu stared back and asked: "Since it is said to be a lost soul, it should also be a master of metaphysics. Did he not help you find your soul?"

Zhang Xiumei murmured, "I searched for it, but I couldn't find it. He said that the soul was eaten and could not come back."

What he said was bizarre, but Jiang Mu didn't show any surprise, as if everything was in his expectation, he nodded to Zhang Xiumei to indicate that he understood.

"Then, Mr. Jiang, when do we usually send Xiaoshuang to you?" Lao Lu asked cautiously, his big body nestled beside him, making Jiang Mu even thinner.

Jiang Mu turned his head and gave him a funny look, "I'm not running a teaching class, I don't have to be like going to school, you see when Miss Lu is in a bad mood, send her to me, by the way, call me before sending her Telephone."

"Phone?" Lao Lu took out his mobile phone and asked while taking notes, "That's okay, we are all neighbors, and there are only a few steps away."

Jiang Mu frowned slightly and said softly: "The call is to ensure that I am at home. If I am not, you should not go to 503."

"This……"

Zhang Xiumei and Lao Lu looked at each other strangely, suddenly a lot of things went wrong in their minds, and they suddenly became frightened.

"Could it be that... 503 really has..."

Jiang Mu shook his head and vetoed their conjecture, "That old Taoist is right."

"what?"

"The problem with 503 is artificial."