Yin Ren did not intend to report his conclusion. Just kidding, he is just an innocent entry-level ghost control master. A rookie can't understand such exciting information.
However, before the evil smell completely dissipated, Yin Ren deliberately placed the insect corpse on his mobile phone.
His mobile phone was instantly excited: "Woof woof woof!"
It really wasn't a coincidence that this phone reacted to him in the first place.
It's weird, why does it feel like I've been sleeping for a thousand years, and there are evil spirits and evil evil identification devices everywhere. Among the six sealed evil spirits plus Yin Ren himself, it took only seven thousand evil spirits to emerge. Is the eighth one coming out so soon
Yin Ren decided to reserve his opinion.
The evil power is not so easy to hide. As soon as he emerged from the seal, all metaphysical institutions within a radius of 800 miles were put under full martial law. This was the result of his deliberate suppression of power.
If a new evil spirit were born, there would be no chance that there would be no movement in Shi'an.
There may be other hidden secrets in it.
Considering it was off work time, Mr. Ghost King didn't want to think too much about work. He chewed milk clams and knocked on the bedroom door Zhong Cheng said.
Zhong Cheng said that he was not disappointed: "I have special scissors at home. I can cut them for you. You can wash your hair yourself first."
After Yin Ren washed his hair, he moved a chair to the guest room and motioned for Yin Ren to sit down.
The piece of metal swept through Yin Ren's long hair and lightly rubbed against his ear. Then it went all the way down Yin Ren's cheek and stuck to the side of his neck. In the mist-stained mirror, the metallic gray against the pale skin was shocking.
"Why don't you like barber shops?" When Yin Ren asked this, Zhong Cheng said that he had already put on disposable gloves and was tying his hair scarf.
That's the location closest to the artery.
"Okay." Yin Ren replied easily.
Zhong Cheng said there was no more to say.
This kid is really good at playing with knives, Yin Ren lowered his eyes.
Such as tiny insect corpses.
Silence spread in the small room for more than twenty seconds.
"Barbers are getting more and more expensive, and barbers talk a lot." Zhong Cheng said, holding up a strand of Yin Ren's long hair, "How do you want to cut it, do you want it to be short?"
"It's cut. I suggest you take a shower and rinse out the stubble." Zhong Cheng nodded and took off his disposable gloves. "I'll clean this place. Remember to take out the trash tonight."
Rather than being nervous, Yin Ren was more curious about the next development.
etc.
His hair really needs work. Yin Ren's forehead and temple hair are very long, which would have been fine a thousand years ago, but now the turn-around rate is a bit too high.
"I don't like barber shops." Zhong Cheng said and stood up again carrying his small toolbox. This time the box contained hair clippers, old-fashioned razors and clippers.
Both of them remained motionless and neither spoke.
Yin Ren could theoretically shorten his hair by himself, but that was a bit fishy. Taking a step back, Zhong Cheng said he would supervise his consumption behavior. If the "part" of the evil spirit falls into the barber shop, the owner and subsequent customers will probably suffer eight lifetimes of bad luck.
Yin Ren picked up a handful of wet broken hair.
At some point, Zhong Cheng said the scissors in his hand were replaced by a sharp razor. He draws out and retracts the knife cleanly and with ease. The blade grazed the black hair, making a soft rustling sound. The razor seemed to come alive in his hand, the blade's light was like dense cold rain, and a faint chill slid down the blade.
Zhong Cheng said that Comrade's craftsmanship is quite good. Yin Ren still has long hair that reaches his waist, but as long as he ties it into a ponytail, the foreign feeling of being out of touch with the times disappears instantly. At present, his forehead and temples are just right, looking light and free.
"...Is it okay to have my hair in this position?" Zhong Cheng asked softly.
Yin Ren let go of his hand, and the black hair fell back to the ground again.
"Do you have any scissors at home? I want to trim my hair." Yin Ren said.
Yin Ren seemed unaware. He stared at the mirror calmly, his body rising and falling slightly with his breathing.
If Yin Ren doesn't control it, the evil power in the broken hair will spread out unbridled, contaminating everything it comes into contact with.
He had no choice but to do it himself to have enough food and clothing.
Perhaps because it is separated from the main body, the evil force in the broken hair is very weak, and the freshness has also been reduced.
The delicate blade grazed the skin, feeling cold and thin, and the gentle kiss felt as if it was nothing. Finally, the sharp blade was like a steel butterfly, gently stopping at Yin Ren's neck.
There is no need to throw away the garbage. When you leave the house, the excess hair will be broken down into evil spirits and recycled. After all, the people at the garbage dump are innocent, and these dangerous goods are still...
Zhong Cheng said yes and started moving his hands again. After a while, the razor in his hand was replaced by a hair dryer.
Yin Ren suddenly realized that this was the first time in his life that he had "haircut".
"Don't cut it short, just trim the front."
At present, Yin Ren is actively suppressing him at all times, and the evil power in his broken hair has not been exposed. This subtle difference in "freshness" can only be vaguely noticed by Yin Ren as the master.
Yin Ren narrowed his eyes, not feeling uneasy at all - even if this kid cut off his head on the spot, he would grow three of them back in an instant. If things really come to that point, it will definitely not be him who dies.
"What's up?"
He adjusted his glasses and ran the scissors through his hair. The cold metal occasionally touches Yin Ren's face, and the coolness is covered by the warm breath. It feels wonderful.
Yin Ren likes his long hair very much. They can ensure that when someone is lying on the sofa, the tips of their hair can reach the food on the coffee table, which is really not too convenient.
"Do you know how to do this?"
"Yeah." Yin Ren tied up his long hair with satisfaction and pulled the newly trimmed hair.
In the mirror, Zhong Chengshuo's face was obscured by mist, except for his pair of dark eyes that were extremely dazzling.
It seems that a new friend may not be born. He felt that the smell on the insect corpses was a bit unpleasant. Now it seemed that the sinister smell was not fresh and strong enough.
Its source is 80% not "original".
Based on how altered the smell was, the insect corpse could only have come into contact with two things - either small fragments of the evil body, or items that were seriously contaminated by the evil.
According to Shi'an's information, the Six Evils are still sealed. As long as the seal is intact, no one can obtain their body fragments. But if it is an object affected by evil spirits and smells of evil spirits... this is hard to say.
It was a pity that after becoming a fierce evil spirit, he didn't have time to smell the six evil evil seniors, and he really couldn't tell whose house had lost something in the trash.
What bad luck, Yin Ren felt sad for a while.
Is it agreed that the job content of the newcomers is all about "walking in science"? First there are gaps and then there are dangerous items, and "Going to Hell" is pretty much the same.
Facts have proven that police overtime work is more intensive than security work. The next day, there was a lot more information on Lu Xiaohe's display screen.
"Officer Sun has made some progress. On the night of the incident, Wu Tao deliberately avoided the camera at the edge of the closed area."
Lu Xiaohe changed into a gray T-shirt with the words "Hair comes back again" printed on it, and his tone was still full of energy.
"Wu Tao has recently been very close to a few gangsters on Wanxing Road. According to the investigation, they often move around the closed area and are probably doing something shady."
After all, except for a few homeless people, no one lives in the closed area permanently.
"The preliminary analysis of the trace examination has also come out. The traces of the fight at the scene were fresh, but the fight was not intense. They could not find any biological samples related to the other person."
Zhong Cheng said: "Is there any new discovery from the forensic doctor?"
"A new discovery? Don't mention it. In order to fight against Wu Tao, all the forensic doctors in the identification center were called up to work in the middle of the night. There are also forensic doctors in my circle of friends who complained with blood and tears, saying that seeing minced meat in the future will increase blood pressure."
Zhong Cheng said: "..." That means there are no new clues.
"But Xiao Yin's idea was very good yesterday, and I made some discoveries related to metaphysics here."
Lu Xiaohe bent down and took out a tome from the schoolbag beside the table.
The book looked older than everyone present, its pages were as yellow as if they had been soaked in tea, and they were thick enough to be used as a murder weapon. The book cover is made of dark yellow cloth material, with the four characters "Warning Against Evil and Zhiyi" printed on it, and the author writes "Zhong Yi".
Zhong Cheng said: "This is it?"
"The No. 1 must-read for senior practitioners." Lu Xiaohe put the book on his knees and flipped through the catalog bit by bit, "In order to avoid missing details or conveying errors, this thing does not have a vernacular version, and my engine is not easy to check. ”
Zhong Cheng's eyes paused on the word "Zhong Yi" for a while.
"I've never heard of this author," he said.
"I don't know about other places. The non-scientific posts in Shi'an call him the 'Great Heavenly Master', saying that he was the super strong man who single-handedly sealed the Six Evils. It is said that many practitioners still worship him in their homes, which is similar to how businessmen worship the God of Wealth. ”
Lu Xiaohe tapped on the keyboard, and an ancient painting filled the screen.
The ancient painting shows a big man with a dark face and a round waist. He was dressed in gold and jade armor, had a long beard, a leopard head with eyes, and his muscles were so swollen that they were about to explode. In the painting, he is stepping on a headless ghost, holding a long-handled nine-ring sword, and glaring at the outside of the painting.
Yin Ren praised: "Jie."
This glare was so angry that his eyes were about to pop out.
"According to historical records, Zhong Yi hated evil and killed all the demons in the world, leaving a large number of evil records for future generations. This person was loyal to the imperial court, and there was a Huajisi behind him - that department can barely be regarded as the predecessor of Shi'an."
Lu Xiaohe's face was filled with sadness.
Zhong Cheng said: "Are we considered a public servant now?"
"That's not entirely true. The group has its own business. Let's talk about my school girl. She is engaged in technology in the department next door. Their new AR technology is selling very well this year. Her boss is also engaged in neuroscience. She came here to work as a red seal and led A lot of evil data has been collected.”
Ms. Lu, who is also a Ph.D. in neuroscience, sounded full of admiration.
Zhong Cheng said and Yin Ren said: "..." Using the principle of ghost collision to make AR must have a good sense of reality.
"Forget it," Lu Xiaohe patted the book, "Anyway, this book has been revised several times, and many spiritual practitioners have added their own knowledge and experience. You can think of it as an encyclopedia in the world of metaphysics. "
She cut out the stunning ancient paintings and replaced them with scanned pages from a book filled with classical Chinese texts.
The words in that article were extremely obscure. Zhong Cheng, a top student, said it was better, but Yin Ren felt dizzy after reading it. It's so pitiful that his ability to read and read is the limit. He has never read any serious books.
Lu Xiaohe thoughtfully translated: "In the middle of the Gong Dynasty, near Linzhou-now Lincheng of V Province, a wild corpse slave appeared. That person was a peasant woman in the village. Her husband died young, and only her blind sister and one son remained in the family. female."
"One year, there was a drought in Linzhou. A kind-hearted neighbor came to her door to deliver food because her children were young. It turned out that there was a faint smell in the house, and the woman was eating at the same table with three mummies."
"The three corpses were shriveled and rotting, but they moved as nimbly as living people. The two corpses of children still clung to the woman and acted coquettishly silently. The woman was thinned into a handful of firewood, and she did not forget to feed the corpses of the children. The neighbor was so frightened that he threw the bowl. The woman noticed the guest and hurriedly came to greet her, but the words she spoke were confused... Well, the original text said, "Ghosts were talking wildly, not like human speech." "What happened next?" Yin Ren held his chin and listened with interest. .
The version he heard was just that "people are crazy." As for the reason for the madness, he really didn't know the details.
"Later, the villagers were so frightened that they beat the woman to death with sticks and burned the four corpses together with the house."
Yin Ren: "...Isn't this a bit excessive?"
"Who says it isn't?" Lu Xiaohe shrugged, "In addition to Brother Qin's case, there may have been huge changes around the wild corpse slaves, such as the death of relatives. This can be considered a direction of investigation."
"What about the technique of dicing a living person?" Yin Ren still feels bad about this matter.
"no idea."
Lu Xiaohe laughed twice.
"Follow the existing clues first. You two don't have to go out in the field today. Let's go through the death cases in Haigu City in the past six months. I have divided them equally. You can download the email attachment."
Although Yin Ren was mentally prepared for such a blanket investigation, the more he investigated, the more frustrated he became. Eating was not allowed in the office area, and he felt that he was too bored to maintain his human form.
"What a long watch." Yin Ren dragged the mouse painfully, his head tilted to the table.
When breaking the seal, he imagined many possible opponents, but there shouldn't be one named Excel among them. He told Zhong Cheng that after sitting for most of the day, he didn't find even half of the clues, but he did learn a lot about various modern diseases and ways of death.
Lunch time passed, and even the combination of soft and glutinous pork and plump roast goose could not dispel the numbness in Yin Ren's eyes.
Is this the legendary "easy civil service"? Fortunately, he did not insist on choosing a civilian job, and Yin Ren even felt like he was surviving a disaster.
Time passed minute by minute, and the Ghost King collapsed minute by minute. Just when Yin Ren was about to slide under the table, Zhong Cheng said that he finally couldn't stand it anymore.
"Don't hunch over, be careful of lumbar disc herniation."
Seeing that it was time to get off work, Zhong Cheng said that his upright posture remained the same.
Yin Renquan acted as if he didn't hear, and turned his head away with a sigh: "That's right, let me ask. I understand drunk driving, but what is drug driving? Can a person drive after taking poison?"
There are so many wonderful diseases and nouns that Yin Ren is too lazy to look them up one by one. He gave up manual search and used his partner as a voice-activated engine. Anyway, the two of them were talking idle, and Zhong Cheng said he didn't mind answering questions.
Unfortunately, before Lord Ghost King could wait for the answer this time, Zhong Cheng's cell phone rang.
"Hello, Uncle Sun?... Well, I understand, let's go right now."
Yin Ren groaned: "Help, I will get off work in half an hour -"
"Emergency field work."
"What kind of job?" Lu Xiaohe and Yin Ren asked at the same time, the former sounded curious, and the latter was desperate.
"Uncle Sun couldn't find a few gangsters who were familiar with Wu Tao. He has traced them to the closed area, but there is something wrong with the police dogs - they went on strike collectively and were unwilling to go near the closed area."
Zhong Cheng straightened his glasses and patted the folds of his clothes.
"Detectors have also failed one after another and cannot be used normally. If we rely solely on manual troubleshooting, the workload is too great. Uncle Sun hopes that Shi'an will provide technical support."
Yin Ren: "...Why are you so anxious? You are in a science post, so you won't be able to help much if you go there."
"I am your partner and must act with you. Why don't you go?" Zhong Cheng said in shock.
Yin Ren: "..."
Yin Ren's facial features were distorted: "I'll go."
While muttering, he quietly opened the coffin nails: [@walnut native lady, is there anything delicious near Wanxing Road? Urgently needed [dark circles]]
He even DING her mercilessly.
Fortunately, things were not as troublesome as Yin Ren imagined.
Shi'an has rich experience in dealing with such matters and has complete solutions.
Work roles within the group were assigned quickly.
Yin Ren can detect the path of evil spirits, Zhong Cheng said that the sense of space is terrifyingly strong, and Lu Xiaohe's drone has a strong anti-interference function. One of the three people checked the evil spirits, one planned the route, and the other controlled the scanning remotely. Perhaps because they didn't want to work overtime, the three of them worked together very well.
In less than two hours, the group found the gangsters.
Compared to the lone middle-aged and elderly homeless man, the four young people stood out in the scan results.
The one on guard had orange-dyed hair, pimples all over his face, and metal nails on his ears, nose, and lips. He looked around with red eyes, and every strand of his hair was filled with unruliness.
Judging from the complicated look on Officer Sun's face, this person is probably someone who is as good as going home to the detention center.
However, this time, when he saw Sun Qinghui's police ID, he had no intention of resisting. As if meeting an old acquaintance thousands of miles away, Orange Head's nose turned red and tears burst out.
"Comrade police!!!"
Orange Head rolled over and crawled over, knelt down, and hugged Sun Qinghui's calf tightly without letting go.
"Help, comrade police!"
It was the first time that street gangsters were so enthusiastic and cooperative, and several police officers looked at each other.
"We've been trapped for two days!" Orange Head was burping and howling with tears. "There is no signal on the mobile phone! I can't get out. How to get out of this shitty place is because the devil is trying to break the wall." Wuwuwu... Brother Peng also has a strange disease. He is so sick that it’s fucking scary. Wow, wow, wow—"
Sun Qinghui: "... you get up first, don't panic, and talk nicely."
Officer Sun found his thermos cup and poured Orange Head a cup of tea. Orange Head was obviously very thirsty. He swallowed the tea in three gulps and then licked the bottom of Sun Qinghui's cup lid.
Sun Qinghui sighed and handed over the entire cup: "Drink."
"I, ahem, I was outside to see if anyone was there, trying to find a way to ask for help." Orange Head drank a whole glass of water and finally had the strength to speak. "There are three brothers inside, one is very sick... It's scary, I tell you, but we don't dare to send Brother Peng out for fear that he will come back as a ghost, so we just stay here..."
He spoke incoherently, his eyes full of fear.
Sun Qinghui frowned and turned to the two young policemen: "Xiao Ai and Xiao Zhang, you two call 120. The rest of the people are following me, young man, lead the way."
The orange head nodded hurriedly, wiped away his tears and snot, looked around tremblingly, and suddenly jumped up again.
"Can you see him?" He pointed at Yin Ren and screamed, "There is someone there! Someone!... No, there is a long-haired goblin!"
Sun Qinghui: "..."
Sun Qinghui: "... Don't be nervous, you can all see it, it's the third-party appraisal comrade who cooperates with us."
Orange Head's spirit was obviously on the verge of collapse. His eyes rolled around and he looked at Yin Ren nervously from time to time. Yin Ren snorted and moved his work card to the most conspicuous position.
Only after making sure that the people around him could indeed interact with Yin Ren would the orange head continue to lead the way.
These gangsters found an empty factory building as their base.
The factory building is very spacious and full of ruins. There were many deflated beer bottles and food packaging bags among the ruins, and a dozen flies were buzzing around. The walls were covered with unsightly graffiti, and paint spray cans were piled in the corners.
The other two gangsters were hiding among the paint cans, almost burying themselves in them. Even if they found someone coming in, the two of them still didn't dare to show their anger, and just continued to stare in a certain direction -
That's near the window.
Under the window, several camping mattresses were spread out in a mess. The mattress was covered in suspicious stains, and several dirty safety T-shirts were thrown nearby.
On the mattress in the center, there was a young man lying upright.
The man was very quiet. He was facing the window and looking at everyone with the back of his head, as if he was admiring the sunshine outside the window. Sun Qinghui shouted "Hello" several times, but the man didn't move.
"Don't go there." Seeing Officer Sun about to step forward, Orange Head quickly stopped him, "Don't, don't go there, Brother Peng is so stubborn, we brothers don't dare to go there... You, be careful!"
Zhong Cheng said decisively and gestured to Officer Sun. Before Sun Qinghui could speak, he took the lead and stepped forward.
At first, the man lying down showed no reaction. But when Zhong Cheng stepped within two meters of the man, the man suddenly shook his whole body and sat up like a corpse.
He turned his head and looked at Zhong Cheng.
When he saw that face clearly, Yin Ren felt dizzy. Damn it, they won't be able to get off work on time today.
The person's eyebrows, nose and mouth are all "imprinted" on his face.
They are delicate and vivid, but lack concave and convex. They are all on the same plane, like a ball covering a poster of a human face. Especially when the person blinked, only the lines were changing and no movement of the eyelids was seen. It felt like a dissonance like the uncanny valley.
Yin Ren always felt that this feeling was a bit familiar. Thousands of years ago, craftsmen made puppet toys for children. The facial features were carefully painted on the wooden balls with human heads, which seemed to look like this.
"Ha ha… "
That "Brother Peng" turned to Zhong Cheng stiffly and took the initiative to speak. His voice was hoarse, and there was an almost desperate cry in his smile.
Zhong Cheng said he subconsciously became vigilant and lowered his focus: "What?"
"Haha, bitch..."
Brother Peng raised his voice and stood up unsteadily. He stretched out his hands and locked the person in front of him with a pair of painted eyes.
"...Haha, you bitch, you're here and you want to go back?"
Brother Peng's eyes were bloodshot, and he moved forward while crying and laughing.
"Haha, you bitch, you're here and you want to go back?"
"Haha, you bitch, you're here and you want to go back?"
"...You're here and you still want to go back?"
The author has something to say:
Xiao Zhong:? You scold again
Xiao Yin: Damn, I have to work overtime again.
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The false ghost king destroys the world: I want to merge the underworld and the Yang world and become the master of both worlds!
The real ghost king destroys the world: Why do you humans assign new tasks half an hour before getting off work? !
(End of chapter)