"Meng Huai and Zhong Chengfeng disappeared on July 15, 20xx. The place of disappearance was near the Ai Ai Nursing Home in Xizhao District. After the large-scale occurrence of divine descent, Ai Ai Nursing Home was one of the places that was seriously polluted by evil forces."
Lu Xiaohe pulled out some old photos. The nursing home in the photo has an ordinary shape and average greenery, which makes it unimpressive at first glance.
"According to the security personnel at the scene, evil spirits descended from God and a group of grudges attacked the nursing home. Elderly people with inconvenient legs and feet were leaning against the windows and calling for help. Meng Huai went to expel the grudges immediately, and criminal police officer Zhong Chengfeng happened to be nearby. When performing a task, he rushed in to help when he saw something happening... "
Yin Ren read the text on the screen carefully. There are only a few records of the disappearance that have been buried for twenty-eight years.
A mere group of people complaining was a piece of cake for Meng Huai at that time, and it took less than five minutes in total. Her science post partner was too busy giving external orders to follow.
However, Meng Huai did not come back.
There are no strange visions or sounds, no spells or fluctuations of evil energy. Everything was simple, except that the communication was suddenly disconnected and there was only rustling sound on the channel.
After discovering that Meng Huai was missing, Shi'an employees rushed into the Love Nursing Home in just two minutes. The evil force of pollution made the air extremely cold and turbid. The raging grievances in the corridor are still there, and the old people calling for help are still there. Only Meng Huai and the policewoman who rushed in and acted bravely disappeared.
When the gods came suddenly, Shi'an sent out almost all his forces to deal with the pollution. Many employees died because they could not bear the pollution, or were killed by evil things that drove them crazy. There are a lot of missing people - but everyone knows that "disappearing because no body can be found" and "evaporating in a relatively stable environment" are completely different things.
That day, Haigu City exploded one after another, burst into flames, and mentally disturbed thugs ran all over the place. In the eyes of the public, the disappearances of Meng Huai and Zhong Chengfeng are classified as "dead without complete bodies."
Yin Ren held the phone tightly with his other hand. The colorful ball hanging on the phone was dangling lively, making soft popping noises from time to time. Now Huang Jin finally knows what that thing is—
The flesh figurines that Yin Ren and Zhong Cheng were talking about walked in front of them, making clattering footsteps on the stone road. The old houses on both sides have doors and windows like black holes, and green and red lanterns are twinkling on the thresholds.
But the purpose of their trip was far from peaceful.
Well, if the substitute didn't have the thought "it feels good to hold hands like this" running through his body, the absurdity of the scene might have been reduced. The problem is that after leaving the memory world, Fu Xingchuan did not clearly explain what this flesh figurine was.
It was only in the memory world that they saw the destruction of Yin Village. At this moment, when everyone looked at the green and red lanterns that exuded hazy light, their eyes inevitably had a somewhat complicated expression.
This scene made it difficult to evaluate for a moment. Huang Jin looked away from the intertwined fingers between the two of them.
The lanterns that were used to promise different visions to the Great Celestial Master have now become full of smoke and smoke and have become an interesting custom that is talked about in the metaphysical circles. And the Great Heavenly Master himself was walking in front, looking straight ahead, holding the substitute of his dead boyfriend tightly with one hand.
He recognized Huangliang, but wished he could forget it. Everything in front of him was as absurd as a dream, Huang Jin cursed.
The four of them seemed to be walking on the ghost mayor street.
At this moment and here, the absurd cases inside Shi'an are like a dream. The ghost market is still lively and peaceful.
Strangely, even though it was trading time, there were far fewer customers in the Gui Pawn Shop Alley. The usually crowded streets now became sparse, and the four people reached the door effortlessly.
However, recently, it has become easier and easier for him to forget that "that Yin Ren is the Great Heavenly Master Zhong Yi", and he cannot feel a sense of crisis at all, which is really strange. Huang Jin shook his head, forcing himself to divert his attention.
Since the boss didn't say anything, Huang Jin decided to be a dead man and make it his duty not to offend the evil creature of the Great Heavenly Master.
Lu Xiaohe grabbed the water glass beside the table and forced himself to swallow.
"Is it okay to leave Sister Xiaohe alone?" Ge Tingting was wearing a cartoon puppy mask, and there was some worry in the AI voice.
Shi'an and his party went straight to the ghost pawn shop.
"That's her choice. It's better if we don't bother her." Huang Jin looked at the ground. He only put a paper bag with two holes on his head.
"The characteristics of the traces of evil spirits in the area where they disappeared are highly consistent with the scene of He Huan's disappearance. However, considering the time span, I suggest that the disappearance of Meng Huai and Zhong Chengfeng be classified as a 'nursing home disappearance case', and the disappearance of He Huan should be investigated separately. He Huan The disappearance case involves a contaminated amulet, which is inconsistent with the characteristics of the disappearance case in the nursing home... Her disappearance has not passed the golden period, and there is still a possibility of survival. "
But it was clear inside Shi'an that this was not the case.
"In the nursing home disappearance case, I will coordinate with the security department to sort out more information. You... no, please investigate the case of He Huan's disappearance."
Yin Ren walked resolutely through the streets and only hesitated for a moment in front of a stall selling sugar-fried chestnuts and roasted sweet potatoes. Considering that Xiaohe's mother's affairs came first, he didn't do anything unnecessary after all.
In front of two words "dang" in black letters on a white background, the owner of the pawn shop, Lao Zang, held an e-cigarette in his mouth and made a serious bow to the four people. Its shriveled flesh twisted into a smile, and its body moved to the side—
There is a small sign at the door of the pawn shop. It uses a gaudy PPT default template as the background and prints the words "Warmly welcome the ninth group of Zhi'an Special Adjustment for guidance."
Yin Ren: "..." His facial muscles twitched.
No wonder the ghost pawn shop has very few customers left, and the old man is so weird.
It's a pity that Xiaohe's mother's affairs are at the forefront, and Yin Ren is not in the mood to play with the zombie. With a rare calm expression, he just nodded: "We are here, excuse me."
Lao Zhan's eyes went back and forth between Yin Ren and Zhong Chengshuo, and he chuckled with unknown meaning. Immediately afterwards, it pushed the gold-rimmed glasses at Yin Ren and coughed in a serious manner: "What about the specific matter? I heard from the introducer - that the goods we approved here have caused ordinary people to disappear?" "Speaking of it again, We are doing business according to the rules." It shook its head as it spoke, and its neck made a dangerous creaking sound. "Come with me. Let's talk about it first. I'll have my phone on my chest recording. When the time comes, But it can be used as evidence.”
Yin Ren didn't talk nonsense to him and walked into the pawn shop first.
The eye-catching black wood couplet has not been changed, it is still the simple "Love, hate, love and hatred are nothing new, but there are old friends in joys and sorrows". Yin Ren's eyes paused on the second line for a few seconds before turning to Lao Zang.
Lao Zhan had already found a chair and sat down leaning against the table. It raised Erlang's legs and puffed out the e-cigarette leisurely. The old zombie didn't even look at Huang Jin or Lu Xiaohe, only staring at Yin Ren.
"It's interesting. I haven't seen you for a while. You seem to be quite calm."
Yin Ren ignored the subtle flattery contained in this poem. He just took out the kit and put it on the table: "Who provided this, do you remember?"
Lao Zhan picked up the kit with his sharp nails and sniffed it for a long time: "Oh, I remember, of course I remember. This is the kind of goods that come in batches, mixed in sacks. The person selling them only said they were from different spiritual craftsmen. If you collect it there, you might find something good in it - this is the kind of uncertainty we shoot here. Have you ever heard of blind boxes?”
"This kind of thing has been around for a long time, and it is a very ordinary auction item. The person who acquires it will quickly divide the contents into three, six or nine grades and resell them in the ghost market." Zhong Cheng said in a low voice.
After saying one sentence, he saw that he had become the focus of everyone's attention. He quickly corrected his attitude, and his tone became a little stiffer: "... According to the keyword search of 'blind box', the metaphysics database records the above."
Bathed in the suspicious gazes of his two teammates, Yin Ren reached out his hand calmly and touched Zhong Cheng's soft hair: "Very good."
The two of them looked away.
"That's what it's all about anyway."
Lao Zang pretended not to notice the intimate movements of the two people. He straightened his chest, intending to move the recording phone in his chest forward.
"I have tested the evil power content of these things, and they are all within the safe range. We are not responsible for the content of such mixed gadgets - whether the person wearing this thing dies or disappears, we are not responsible ”
"Furthermore, the weaving skills of the brocade bag are quite mediocre. The mass-produced style of Chawu is obvious and not worth much money. If you want to trace the source, I advise you to give up this idea as soon as possible. Okay, I have finished cooperating, you can Are you leaving?"
After finishing a long section of the news broadcast, Lao Zhan stood up with an authentic gesture of seeing off guests.
Yin Ren didn't move.
He snapped his fingers and the pawn shop door closed. Immediately, he ignored Lao Zang and jumped onto the auction stage.
"Is it sold here yesterday?" Yin Ren asked Lao Zang politely.
"Yes, so what?"
"Things made by spiritual craftsmen naturally have spirits inside and can be used for divination." Yin Ren said, "Even if the spiritual energy is mixed and the source cannot be found, just take it as far as you can."
Lao Zhan scoffed.
Of course, the Ghost Pawn Shop considered the confidentiality of the spiritual craftsman's identity. Not to mention that the spirit craftsman himself can do some work such as aura elimination, any spiritual weapon that has become stiff due to old age has countless layers of irrelevant aura rolled on it like mud. For those messy "living works of art" before, Shi'an also spent a lot of effort to identify the suspect.
By the way, this kid also had a hand in the last case. I didn't see him being so confident in divination at that time. This man obviously doesn't look stupid - if a ghost pawnshop can't even detect the source of a divination weapon, who would dare to sell goods under Shi'an's nose
Xiaonian is Xiaonian, and he is happy to see Yin Ren suffer.
"Okay, if you can divine three feet away from this door, I will help you find the bottom with my old bones." Seeing Yin Ren perform the magic with his eyes closed on the stage, Lao Zhan said with "concern" at the right time.
As soon as Lao Zhan finished speaking, he almost choked on the period.
A powerful evil aura rushed towards his face, and countless black filaments emitting red light sprang up from Yin Ren's feet. They spread and gathered along the ground, with Yin Ren as the center of the circle, radiating in all directions.
Finally, an obvious "trace" appeared inside. The filaments here were more tightly tangled than other places, and they were extending rapidly toward the outside of the ghost pawn shop.
"There are people related there." Yin Ren said.
"You..." Lao Zhan froze on the spot.
"I am a young man who grows up quickly." Yin Ren spoke quickly, "Did you record the promise you just made? Boss Zheng, let's go for a while..."
Before Yin Ren could finish his words, he let out a shrill scream in the direction the black filament was pointing.
(End of chapter)