"Early this morning, our reporter interviewed a certain taxi driver who claimed to have lost consciousness in the early hours of last night and teleported to the downstairs of the hotel near Hibiscus Street. Does this mean that the rumored mysterious power on Hibiscus Street is at work? Tan Jiang DailyReporting for you..."

Ji Duan was bare-chested, and it was cool in the dog days of the morning, but he slept under the quilt all night, and his body was covered with a thin layer of sweat. He turned over and saw Xie Jin sitting in front of the computer reading the morning newspaper, butThe more you listen to this content, the more familiar it becomes.

"...This is the driver from last night, right?" Ji Duan propped himself on the back of the chair with one hand, looking at the mosaic face on the screen, "If you don't know his address, send him downstairs. , I'm probably really scared, my brother actually went to the media."

But looking at the content of the report, the taxi driver should not remember what happened last night. He just added fuel to the part where he saw the ghost boy, and didn't mention Xie Jin and his party at all.

"Where's Wen Liangren?" Ji Duan was bored and stood behind Xie Jin, fiddling with the sleeping man's hair, "Didn't you mean to go to Tofu Zhang's house during the day?"

"He went down to buy breakfast, and I think he will be back soon." Xie Jin's focus was all on the morning daily, so he automatically ignored Ji Duan's little actions playing with his hair, "Is it really okay? After all, the master saw the ghost boy, Ordinary people are prone to bad luck when they hit ghosts, right?"

The sound of the door opening interrupted his concerns. The faded wooden door was pushed open, and Wen Liang walked in with a bag of fried dough sticks and soy milk: "Don't worry, it's alright."

Wen Liang put the breakfast on the table, and he took the lead to pick the largest fried dough stick and put it in his mouth to chew, "This kind of thing is not in line with the mainstream core values ​​of the public, even if he said there is no evidence, no one will grab it. Let it go. As for the bad luck, the ghost boy is dead, and there is no ghost that will let him continue to be unlucky."

Ji Duan, who was unpacking the plastic bag, glanced at Wen Liang inadvertently, and suddenly found that the guy who had been sitting on the sofa all day seemed to suddenly become agile.

The silver-gray braids that always hung down on the shoulders were combed into a bun, and the loose and green Taoist robes on weekdays seemed to have been ironed without a single fold.

If you ignore Wen Liang's ignorant appearance at this time, he really seems to have changed from a deceived magician to a cold-tempered monk.

"It's rare that you clean up so neatly today." Ji Duan folded the soy milk into a bowl and watched Xie Jin slowly start to eat before he picked up a fritter and started to eat it.

"In any case, I'm going to see a client, and the boss of Tofu Zhang seems to be very knowledgeable." Wen Liang took a sip of soy milk and squinted to observe the subtle magnetic field between the two of them, "Of course I have to behave professionally. "

Nearly nine in the morning, they met Boss Tofuzhang in front of Tofuzhangjia Community. The man looked ordinary, and he was a popular face that couldn't be found when thrown into the crowd. Unlike the first time they met, Wen Liang saw Boss Zhang's chin. With the stubble that grows indiscriminately, it is concluded that he must be having a bad day in the past few days.

"Boss Zhang, we meet again." After a brief greeting, Wen Liang asked again, "Is Proprietress okay, when I saw her last time, she seemed to be in a bad state?"

"My wife is already at home, accompanied by her son... She has been crying in recent days. I can't continue to take her in the store. Daoist Wen, do you have any news from your side?"

Boss Zhang had two big dark circles under his eyes. Presumably the couple had been worried about sleepless nights and sleepless nights recently. With a bitter face, he asked tentatively, "My youngest daughter was kidnapped, is she still alive? "

"If you hurry up." Wen Liang lowered his head and started to dig his bag, he took out a glass vessel, and raised it in front of Boss Zhang, "I need your fresh blood, and your child's favorite thing on weekdays, what? Anything, toys, clothes, anything."

Looking at the simple and rude tools in Wen Liang's hands, especially the silver embroidery needle, Boss Zhang hesitated, "It's okay to give you blood, but do you want to be here? And my daughter's stuff..."

"The sooner you give it to me, the more likely it will be found as soon as possible." Wen Liang put on a standard professional smile, his squinting smile looked amiable, but he had an invisible sense of oppression, "This is up to you."

Boss Zhang's eyebrows were twisted closer, he seemed to be at war with heaven and man in his heart, and after a while he replied: "...Well, you can come to the house with me, but the premise is not to surprise my wife, She's not in a good mood lately."

He took Wen Liang and the three through the lively streets, and shuttled back and forth in the old alley a few times before entering an old community that was a few years old.

Ji Duan walked at the end. He watched the structure of the community. In terms of age, this place was definitely on par with Xie Jin's family. The broken skin exposed the red brick wall. The place where Boss Zhang brought them is surrounded by buildings, and there is only a very narrow exit for people to enter and exit.

He looked at Shilu behind him, about to jot down the outline, and a simple picture of a house appeared in his mind.

Even if he knew very little about feng shui, Ji Duan still saw that the house was somewhat strange. The surrounding paths sandwiched the house to form a "well", and people lived in it. This should be called a well in feng shui. Death.

Xie Jin saw that something was wrong with him. First, he cautiously looked forward and looked forward. After finding that Boss Zhang was still immersed in grief, Xie Jin asked in a low voice, "Ji Duan, what's the matter with you?"

"There seems to be a problem with the feng shui in this house." Ji Duan looked back and stared at the back of Wen Liang's head, "Wen Liang couldn't have seen it, he probably thought there was a problem with the feng shui, so he wanted to go to Boss Zhang's house to have a look."

Ji Duan followed the years after, and he knew that he was unknowingly influenced by Daochang Wen, and this kind of feng shui knowledge that died in the well was also seen in the ancient books in Wen Liang's bag.

"Is there a problem with feng shui?" Xie Jin also carefully recalled the layout of the building, "On all sides, died in the well? Is this related to the disappearance of Boss Zhang's child?"

The voices of the two were extremely low. In order to avoid the suspicion of the boss Zhang in front, Xie Jin even poked his neck and pretended to observe the surroundings.

"I don't know, I guess Wen Liang has a plan. You walk normally, and I'll be closer to you." Ji Duan said that his left hand had put his left hand on Xie Jin's shoulder, and he leaned into the man's ear and talked about his inference.

"That guy should want to go to Boss Zhang's house. You can feel it from their conversation just now. Boss Zhang doesn't seem to be willing to meet us at home."

Xie Jin couldn't react for a while, he looked straight ahead, and asked stiffly, "Then maybe he just doesn't want outsiders to come into the house?"

"Of course that possibility is not ruled out. Now I'm also curious about Wen Liang's insistence on following into the house to see what happened to that woman."

Boss Zhang's house is in the innermost building. The three followed him up the narrow stairs. The gloomy wind whizzed through the semi-open corridor. Xie Jin couldn't help but glanced in the direction the wind was blowing.

The dry bamboo leaves fluttered in the wind, and the rusted railing made a rustling sound. He shivered for no reason. Planting such a very negative plant near a residential building is really not afraid of attracting any uncleanness. something.

"Come on, my house lives on the fourth floor." Boss Zhang took off a bunch of keys from the waistband of his trousers, hesitating for a moment, and then slowly pointed the key to the keyhole.

Because it was summer, only such an old-fashioned anti-theft iron door was closed in his house. The wooden door inside was wide open, which allowed the flowing wind to enter the house and make it cooler.

As soon as the security door was opened, the three of them stopped at the same time, and a woman's cry came from inside the house. The voice was resentful and self-blame.

Boss Zhang, who was at the front, was not surprised. He sighed and explained, "This is the reason why I don't want others to come to the house. The loss of the child has made my wife a little mentally abnormal. Children, the business in the store can't be done, and I don't want others to see my family's embarrassing appearance."

He pushed open the closed door of the bedroom, a woman was holding the puppet in her arms tightly, and she was muttering something. There was a little boy in her teens beside her who called out when she saw Boss Zhang.

"Dad, are you back?" The boy seemed to be in the stage of developing a voice change. His voice was deep, but his eyes were still immature. He raised his slender legs and ran towards his father, "Today sister..."

When his hopeful eyes touched his father's exhausted face, the color suddenly dimmed. The boy stopped his voice and stood obediently at the door of the bedroom with his head lowered, "...Dad, who are they?"

"It's the Taoist priest my father invited to find my sister." Boss Zhang nodded apologetically to Wen Liang, and walked into the house by himself, "Did your mother have a good meal today?"

However, the food on the small table on the bed had already explained everything. Boss Zhang covered his face with his hands and sighed deeply, then put away the spoiled food.

After doing all of this, he brought his son to the living room. Wen Liang didn't show anything at all. He sat down very naturally on this almost messy sofa with no place to sit, holding a pair of photo frames in his hand to look at it.

"Daoist Wen, this is my eldest son Zhang Chi. His mother has been in a bad mood recently, plus... so he took care of his mother on my behalf."

Boss Zhang pushed his half-eldest son forward. This boy is also a discerning boy. He forced a smile on his green face, and said hello to Wen Liang and Ji Duan respectively, "Hello, Daoist Master. ."

The trace of disappointment that flashed on Zhang Chi's face just now, Wen Liang and the three of them were obvious to all, so they didn't intend to be too polite.

"In this case, let's hurry up, can you please provide me with Zhang Xingying's favorite things?" Wen Liang took out the utensils and needles from his carry-on bag again. The light in his eyes was a little intriguing, and he didn't know what he wanted to do. .

Boss Zhang pondered for a moment, then sighed again. He pointed in the direction of his wife's bedroom: "You actually saw something that day, it's the rag doll that my wife is holding tightly in her arms."

I always feel that the old-fashioned residential buildings surrounded by all sides are very depressing... The feng shui knowledge of dying in the well on all sides is also true