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The air was silent for a few seconds.

Zhuang Sui explained calmly: "This is the only house in our unit that can be allocated to those in need. In fact, the rooms are quite big. Zhou Huai lived here for a short time when he first came here."

He turned his head to look at Lu Wangzhi, as if he understood something: "You don't like living with other people? I'm sorry I didn't think carefully, or should I turn around and ask Ye Tianshuang to pay attention to other houses for you?"

Zhuang Sui's expression was open and natural, and there was no sense of coercion in his words.

That's the end of the conversation, Lu Wangzhi's subtle resistance was successfully suppressed by the sorry, but he felt that he was overreacting.

"Let's do this first." He said, "I'll stay here tonight. There's no rush about the house. I'll go and have a look later."

Zhuang Sui then laughed: "Okay."

After straightening the fate cable, he found that it was a little tight from Zhuang Sui's room to the innermost room, so Lu Wangzhi finally had to settle for the next best thing and chose the room opposite.

Zhuang Sui didn't seem to care that there was one more person in the room. He made himself a cup of tea and went back to the room to wash and rest. He didn't walk around or deliberately appear in front of Lu Wangzhi.Lu Wangzhi was relieved by this thoughtful distance. He packed his luggage in the room. Because he had to change his place of residence, he only took out a change of clothes or two and hung them up.

After taking a bath, Zhuang Sui's side was completely quiet. The night was thick and everything was still. After Lu Wangzhi lay down, he looked at the fate rope that had become translucent. On the other side of this thing was tied an unknown For two days, he thought he would not be able to fall asleep, but he fell into such a deep sleep not long after closing his eyes.

The slight heat of Xia Ye seemed to be blocked by something, and it couldn't blow into the room. The quiet air in the room suddenly shook, and the black air that was huddled in the corner of the living room rushed out one by one, and entered Lu Wangzhi's room through the wall. Room.

Their faces are blurred and their shapes are erratic, but they are obviously very coveted by the person on the bed.

Just when they couldn't help stretching out their hands to touch Lu Wangzhi, the closed door was suddenly pushed open with a creak.

Standing by the door, Zhuang Sui glanced at the black air, and the black air exploded like a frightened bird, and fled in all directions.

The sleeping Lu Wangzhi frowned, as if startled by the increasing pressure in the air.Seeing this, Zhuang Sui slightly raised his hand, and the window on the other side of the room was slightly opened a crack, and the condensed air was blown away by the cool wind. The man on the bed shrank his neck, stretched his brows, and finally fell asleep again.

Zhuang Sui came to the bed silently, and found that the man had never taken off the hair rope after sleeping, and the small tug was pressed, and it had loosened a long time ago, and the soul energy was faintly released, no wonder the ghost energy in the room was hooked. Be ready to move.

Zhuang Sui let the trace of breath mix into his breath, a trace of bewilderment floated on his face.

I don't know how long it took until there was a slight rustling sound in the living room, and he came back to his senses, thinking how he was standing in front of someone else's bed in the middle of the night like a pervert.

The rustling outside became louder, and Dan San couldn't wait for Zhuang Sui to open the door for it, so he could only push his chest against the French window of the balcony and sneak in, then rushed to the corner with a grunt.When Zhuang follower Lu Wangzhi came out of the room, he happened to see it unceremoniously pecking at the black air in the corner, and the black air shivered into a small ball, weak and helpless.

"Just eat it as a snack, it's not good to eat too much of it." Zhuang Sui warned softly.

Dan San abandoned the black air and flew to his shoulder, just about to open his mouth to grunt when Zhuang Sui ruthlessly pinched the bird's beak.

"Shut up!" Zhuang Sui held it and went straight to the balcony. He didn't forget to close the French door when he went out, and then he jumped with one hand on the handrail and landed lightly on the balcony railing.

The lights of the buildings on the other side of the river and the moonlight poured down, covering him all over, and the thread of destiny wrapped between his fingers disappeared at some point.

Zhuang Sui took a deep breath, flipped out from the balcony, and disappeared into the night without a sound.

**

The next morning, Lu Wangzhi woke up to the smell of food.

Before going to bed last night, he contacted a familiar real estate agent and asked him to help him keep an eye on the house. When he woke up, he picked up his phone and checked. Several houses seemed to be good.

But after a few glances, he couldn't stand the temptation of the aroma, and left the room with his mobile phone.

Zhuang Sui was standing in front of the steamer with one hand akimbo. Lu Wangzhi was not used to seeing him when he woke up early in the morning before washing his face. But when he found that the fragrance was coming from Zhuang Sui, he couldn't help it. go up.

"What are you doing?"

"Breakfast." Zhuang Sui seemed to be in a good mood, humming a song with a sense of age, and pointed to another steamer next to him, "It's almost ready, you go wash your face first."

Lu Wangzhi didn't have high expectations for the boss's craftsmanship, but the aroma was really alluring, so he quickly came back from the wash, just in time for Zhuang Sui to lift the lid, and put the steamer he took out on the dining table behind him.

Lu Wangzhi took a closer look and found that it turned out to be a cage of shrimp dumplings. It looked quite decent, and the color and smell had already taken up the first two items. He couldn't help rolling his Adam's apple and picked one up with his chopsticks.

He was stunned at the entrance, the shrimp dumpling skin was moderately thick, crystal clear and chewy, the filling was perfectly mixed with shrimp, meat, bamboo shoots, diced fresh meat, and it was really fragrant and chewy after one bite, full of fresh fragrance.

Most importantly, he was so impressed by the taste, it was a delicacy that he went to Fengtaoju many times, but he always had to rely on luck to taste it.

Lu Wangzhi was so surprised that he almost bit his tongue. He looked at Zhuang Sui with a complicated expression. The latter was taking off the lid of the second steamer, and took out the two rectangular steamers inside and put them on the table.He was very skilled in his movements. He picked up the small scraper and scraped the contents of the steaming plate into long strips from both sides, and then transferred everything to a prepared plate next to him, sprinkled sesame seeds, and poured it over. of sauces.

Lu Wangzhi stared dumbfounded at the plate being pushed in front of him. Eggs, coriander, and scallions were looming under the translucent pink skin. With the fragrant sauce, the color was really attractive.

Finally, Zhuang Sui served him a small bowl of porridge and said with a smile, "Try it, is it delicious?"

Lu Wangzhi was in a complicated mood. He accidentally ate a few shrimp dumplings and half a plate of rice rolls. Whether it was delicious or not didn't need words.

"You... have worked in Fengtaoju?" Lu Wangzhi stared at the rest of the breakfast with some unsatisfied interest.

"Eat it all, I've eaten it." Zhuang Sui pushed everything towards him considerately, "Once in a good mood, I will go to Fengtaoju to make some snacks, it's a personal hobby."

He spoke casually, but Lu Wangzhi next to him had a subtle expression on his face.

Zhou Huai, a former member of the Action Department who is now concentrating on selling talismans.

Gao Hanshan, a former member of the Security Department who focused on football lottery.

Zhuang Sui, the head of the Feng Shui Department, is a part-time dim sum chef.

Except for Ye Tianshuang, he is actually the person with the least extra skills in the entire Fengshui department.

"I'll make something else tomorrow. The tiger skin and chicken feet are a bit greasy. I can make them at other times. Do you like siu mai?"

Lu Wangzhi originally planned to mention the matter of finding a house, but before the words reached his mouth, he was pressed back into his stomach by the delicious food. After realizing it, he realized that he nodded without principle.

Zhuang Sui said with a smile: "Alright, I have also researched some new tricks recently, and I will make it for you to try someday."

After he finished speaking, he sat down next to him, turned on his tablet and mobile phone and began to look at something seriously.

Lu Wangzhi couldn't help but glanced at him a few times, and vaguely saw the corner of the map.

"What are you looking at?"

Zhuang Sui pushed the tablet to his place: "The map of Ding Village."

Lu Wang knew that at this time, he was eating people with soft mouths and short hands. Seeing this, he immediately lifted his spirits, thinking that it was time for him to express himself, so he lowered his head and looked at it seriously.

On the tablet is a bird's-eye view map of Ding Village. The lanes in the village are criss-crossed and extremely complicated, except for a piece of land in the south that is neatly divided.

"What's there to the south?"

Zhuang Sui raised his head and glanced at him with admiration: "The first and second phases of the relocation house."

Lu Wangzhi was thoughtful: "After the feng shui has changed, the south has become a double star."

Now it is the eighth year of luck, if the eight white stars of the seat board fly to the sitting direction, and the eight white stars of the steering wheel fly to the direction, it is the best feng shui for prosperous Dingwangcai.But in Ding Village, the two Eight White Stars went to the south at the same time, and it became a desperate situation.

Under the influence of this kind of Feng Shui luck, the wealth luck in the south must be very prosperous, but unfortunately the population is small, and there is fear of bloodshed.

Some feng shui masters who make people’s lives and fortunes like to arrange this kind of feng shui pattern for bosses who don’t know the way. The fortune comes immediately. As for the boss’s later physical problems, they don’t care. Let him live or die?

However, Feng Shui masters usually only use the employer's house to make troubles, and this is the first time Lu Wangzhi has seen the layout of the entire village.

He put down the chopsticks silently, he didn't know what to think of, and rubbed the end of the chopsticks with his fingers.

"I've heard of an evil Feng Shui Dafa, which selects people whose attributes of the five elements and Feng Shui directions are incompatible, strangles them in a waking state, dismembers their corpses while their souls are still alive, and then buries them in different places In this way, he could not find his own body, his remnant soul could not gather together, and he was completely trapped near the burial place. The five elements of the burial place were suppressed, and resentment was everywhere, and Feng Shui naturally changed."

Zhuang Sui nodded: "That's right, the ghost aura we saw last night is very similar to the description of this method. The severed hand is probably part of the evil method of dismembering the body. We might as well make a bold guess. There may be more than one dead person buried."

However, no large-scale disappearance reports have been received recently. If it is as they thought, who would be the dead?

Zhuang Sui pondered for a while, lowered his head and made some marks on the map with the worst geomantic omens. After marking everything, he picked up his vibrating mobile phone and looked at it.

"Do you know spiritualism?" he asked.

Lu Wangzhi put the bowls and chopsticks into the sink and looked around for where the gloves were: "Yes, but yes, what's wrong?"

"Let's go, put the bowls and chopsticks first, and Auntie will come to clean them up." Zhuang Sui stood up and said, "There are some new discoveries from the Criminal Investigation Brigade. We may have found out who the owner of that hand is. Let's go and summon a soul."

With a flash in Lu Wangzhi's eyes, he hurried into the room to change clothes, hesitated before leaving, and finally threw the fate cable into the closet, and then followed Zhuang Sui out.

The two did not go to the unit, but went straight to Ding Village.

It rained a little early this morning, and it hasn’t cleared up yet, but the village is finally a little more popular than last night. The villagers who sell breakfast just set up a stall next to the ruins, and some chartered women who hold several houses in their hands. Sitting under the dilapidated eaves, eating melon seeds and chatting, seeing Lu Wangzhi passing by, his eyes fell on the two of them probing.

Listening to the whispers behind him, Lu Wangzhi walked forward without looking sideways, but had to stop in doubt after walking for a while.

"what happened?"

He said helplessly: "I can't find the way, do you know how to get there?"

Zhuang Sui looked like you couldn't find him and still counted on me: "Which leader have you ever seen go out and find the way by yourself?"

Lu Wangzhi: "..."

Ding Village has a complicated structure, once the demolition waste is thrown away, the road will be changed.

There was really no other way, so Lu Wangzhi had to stop a middle-aged woman passing by: "Auntie, do you know how to get to the pond in the village?"

Aunt Chen, who was walking with her head bowed, was taken aback by him. After hearing what he asked clearly, her face turned pale: "I'm going there too, follow me."

Lu Wangzhi and Zhuang Sui looked at each other, but they were lucky to meet a fellow traveler, so they hurriedly followed.

After walking for about 10 minutes, I finally saw the pond. Aunt Chen saw them walking straight to the cordon, and looked there curiously: "I heard that someone died? Are you all policemen?"

It was discovered that the news of the severed hand had spread all over Ding Village, and there were a lot of fabricated murder stories.

Lu Wangzhi didn't answer her, and was about to thank her directly, when a young man in uniform ran down from the small mound, and after a closer look, it was Xiao Song who brought them in last night.

Xiao Song ran in front of Zhuang Sui with two evidence bags: "Morning, Director Zhuang, we found this near the place where the stump was found early in the morning, an ID card and an amulet, see if it's useful... ..." He was about to hand the evidence bag to Zhuang Sui as he spoke, when he saw Aunt Chen next to him, he paused and hesitated.

Aunt Chen realized that she couldn't see this, so she quickly waved her hands and turned around: "...I'm leaving now, you are busy."

Zhuang Suichong nodded at her, and reached out to take the evidence bag: "This name...Zhang what Jie?"

Xiao Song hurriedly said: "Zhang Xujie, the character in the middle was corroded by something, and it took us a long time to identify it before we were sure it was the character Xu."

Before the words fell, a trembling voice interrupted their conversation.

"What do you call Zhang... Zhang?"

Aunt Chen stood still in a daze, and looked back at them in panic. Her back couldn't straighten up, her hands were shaking violently, and she seemed to be about to faint on the ground in a second.