Perhaps the idea of "waiting for his grandson" turned into "tracking down the criminal". After Lu Tanfei signed the ghost contract, he did not return to the dilapidated hut.
There were one or two vacant rooms in Building 4, so Hu Tao made the decision and arranged for the old man to go to one of them. However, the old man still waited stubbornly in the corner of Zhong Chengshuo's living room. He barely maintained his human form, his eyes always following Yin Ren.
The old man didn't make any noise, but his worried eyes were really heartbreaking.
"Grandpa Lu, it's not that I won't let you interfere."
Yin Ren couldn't eat any snacks, and the comedy on the tablet also changed.
"You can smell Lu Yuanyuan on Lu Guangzu, but it doesn't mean he is the prisoner. Lu Guangzu may be just an accomplice, or even a gangster. If he is destroyed, Yuanyuan will be even harder to find."
"I was impulsive, I was just too worried about the child..." the old man muttered, "I'm sorry, kindhearted person, please don't be angry. I will try my best to control myself in the future, and I will be a bully in the next life..."
The old man's tone was very humble, as if he was extremely afraid that Yin Ren would kick him out of the investigation.
"I don't need anyone to do the work." Yin Ren turned over and lay flat on the sofa, staring at the ceiling. "Old man, eating well is better than anything else."
"Okay, okay." The old man nodded desperately.
"Then AA." Zhong Cheng said, standing motionless at the door.
Unfortunately, the herbal smell was well blended, and Yin Ren could only smell the most pungent smells.
In order to hide their identity, people on the street wear anything. Ordinarily, wear a mask in a dignified manner, but if you are more fashionable, wear a gas mask or motorcycle helmet. Some people even put brightly painted "big-headed doll" hoods on their heads, and their exaggerated smiles looked particularly eerie in the night.
Yin Ren had nothing to say, lowered his head and started to book a ride.
Zhong Cheng said: "...I want your hand to prevent me from getting lost."
"I will go with you."
Even though he was dressed strangely, not many passers-by turned their heads.
Lu Guangzu had a subtle, uncoordinated herbal smell. There are more than one herbal scents, and they are all rare items not found in drug stores. They are not commonly used in medical prescriptions, and are more useful in metaphysics.
Yin Ren didn't react for a moment: "What's wrong, Brother Zhong, do you want change?"
After all, it's not just the "death appearance" that's wrong.
"God, I won't get lost." Yin Ren wiped his face vigorously, "Brother Zhong, do you think you will follow me like this every day if you get married and start a business? Be careful that your future sister-in-law will be upset."
Yin Ren: "This is my personal interest, and the travel expenses cannot be reimbursed."
The liveliness on the street has changed a bit, but the living people walking around are like soldiers passing by, and their movements are full of coldness and depression.
Who would have thought that Zhong Cheng said he was so stubborn. Even though he had just stayed up late last night, he still insisted on going together today, just like a piece of human skin plaster.
The night fog spread over the wet stone pavement and flowed along the mottled walls. There was an indescribable fishy sweetness in the air, like rotten fruit and grease.
Yin Ren simply didn't know whether to be moved or alert.
"No, no, you can go to sleep. I'll go find Sister Xu to lead the way. She is officially cooperating with Shi'an."
Something is wrong with Lu Guangzu.
However, the death aura is not obvious. There may be too many, including death taboos, evil spirits, life extensions, and corpse poison entering the brain. Yin Ren decided to check for more prominent clues first.
"Just take the main road, don't go into the alley." Before leaving, she still warned her.
"I am a non-marriage person." Zhong Cheng replied seriously.
If you break it down further, it will look suspicious. He wasn't lying anyway. On this trip today, Yin Ren really has no plans to buy anything. But in a sense, this is not a personal interest—
Yin Ren glanced at the time. The number on the display screen was changing from 22:59 to 23:00. He straightened his clothes and knocked on the door Zhong Cheng said.
Lu Guangzu was undoubtedly breathing and heartbeating, and his vitality did not appear to be fake, but Yin Ren saw the look of death between his brows.
Without Sister Xu watching, the air around him instantly became sticky. Sights and whispers are like sewage. They crawl over the eaves of the old house, flow through the bluestone slabs on the ground, and keep coming from all directions.
Sister Xu, the guide, didn't even worry so much. Sometimes this person really takes things too seriously. Yin Ren stretched out his hand helplessly - the hand Zhong Cheng said was not warm at all, but fortunately there was no sweat on the hand and the skin felt good.
"I'll go with you." Zhong Cheng said and repeated, "I am your partner and I must ensure your safety."
"Didn't you just go there yesterday?" After a few seconds of silence, Zhong Cheng said in response from the door.
"I want to go to the ghost market again." Yin Ren said.
Logically speaking, this man should be dead.
"Since you are all here, you go shopping first, and I will go and register Xiao Yin." She said, "Xiao Yin is a ghost control master, and he must learn the art of guiding. Otherwise, he has to come all the way here every time, which is very hard. "
"I was busy investigating the case yesterday and didn't do much shopping. Don't worry, I won't buy anything. I will definitely go home before two o'clock."
Zhong Cheng didn't answer, and there was a rustling sound coming from the door. The next moment, Zhong Cheng, who was fully dressed, opened the bedroom door.
Since Lu Guangzu was a night traveler, most of these strange medicines could be bought in the ghost market. If you ask the seller a lot, you might be able to find out the recipe. Paralyzed at home, Yin Ren felt uncomfortable being stared at by Old Man Lu, so he went out to the ghost market to do some shopping and research. It seemed to be a good idea.
Maintaining the posture of holding hands, the Ghost King began to search at the red lantern stall.
The weather is nice tonight, and there are stars in the sky above the ghost market. The two wore two masks, one gold and one silver, and stood in the middle of the bustling street.
"The car has arrived at the door. Let's go. Don't blame me for your insomnia." Yin Ren said angrily.
Some of the whispers come from people passing by, others come from uninhabited corners. Countless eyes glanced at the two of them, and whispers kept pace with the beat of the lantern candle wicks, hovering around them.
Yin Ren: "..."
Seeing the two people visiting again, Sister Xu was not surprised at all. She said with a smile that "young people are very curious" and led them into the ghost market again.
In this distorted atmosphere, Zhong Chengshuo, wearing a gold mask, stretched out his hand. He stood quietly with his palms facing up, as if inviting him to dance.
At first glance, the ghost market looks chaotic, but upon closer inspection, Yin Ren really sees some mystery.
There are good and shabby old houses on both sides of the ghost market. Most of the stalls in front of the shabby houses are junk. And if there are red light stalls in front of those gloomy mansions, there must be two reasonable things in the goods.
The red lantern stalls are roughly divided into three categories: those selling finished spiritual weapons, those selling metaphysical information, and the rest selling materials. Yin Ren moved his nose and quickly found a large medicine stall.
The stall was placed in front of an uninhabited mansion. There was a plaque on the dark door that read "Hanging the Pot to Help the World." The stall owner probably had some background.
The stall owner was huddled in the darkness, breathing very softly, and from time to time smoke drifted out of the shadows.
In front of the gate, eight rosewood medicine boxes were neatly placed on a red cloth. They looked like old items. Different from ordinary medicine boxes, each small wooden drawer is engraved with runes, and some of them have yellow runes as thick as a finger. One of them twitched from time to time, as if he was holding something alive.
"The dead man's hair - the sand on the bottom of the coffin - he's old enough to display the goods in the store, the price will be the same -"
Accompanied by weird chanting, the stall owner stretched out a dry pipe from the darkness and knocked it on the stone floor.
What fell out of the pipe was not ash, but something that looked like a blood scab. They bounced on the ground, and a strange fragrance immediately enveloped the two of them.
Yin Ren glanced at Zhong Cheng and asked in a roundabout way: "What are these, don't they have labels?"
The stall owner took back his pipe, chuckled, and ignored him.
Yin Ren had no choice but to continue: "Do you sell prepared medicine packs here? Similar to Pang Dahai, the kind that can make tea... "
With Zhong Cheng standing by and watching, he racked his brains to choose a topic.
The most smelly medicine in Lu Guangzu's body was rat-eye wolfberry. This thing only grows on the carcasses of rats that eat meat. The fruit is clearly black and white, resembling rat eyes.
After this thing is dried, it can be used to make tea to dispel filth. It smells like heated rotten meat, and not many people are willing to drink it. As far as Yin Ren knows, it will only be used in some extreme recipes.
"I've encountered a lot of dirty things recently and I'm not feeling well. I heard that there are a lot of elixirs in the ghost market, so I asked someone to bring them in to take a look... I don't understand these things. If you lose etiquette, don't take it seriously."
Yin Ren half-crouched in front of the stall, sounding pitiful.
"Your place is the best stall I have ever seen. I hope you can give me some advice..."
The breathing in the darkness stopped, and a gaze swept Yin Ren from head to toe.
"Rat-eyed wolfberry, 3600 one tael, artificially cultivated." The voice belonged to an old lady, which sounded cold. "Buy one or two berries, take ten berries and soak them in water every morning and evening, and drink them."
"Has anyone else bought it recently? Please get in touch. The consulting fee from the agency is too high. I want to ask someone who is in a similar situation." Yin Ren said sincerely, "You have to remember, I'm 7,200 a tael, okay?"
"Yes, there is one, but I'm afraid that what you want to cure is not a disease at all." The old lady started to laugh again, "I don't make money from this, so I'll give it to you."
"Can you tell just by looking at the medicine you bought?"
"That man also bought plum roots and living human teeth. Those things must not be exposed to water." The old lady smoked her pipe again, "3600 a tael, no two prices."
Seeing Yin Ren take out his mobile phone, Zhong Cheng said: "Didn't you say you didn't want to buy anything?"
The old lady's action of smoking her pipe suddenly stopped: "?"
Yin Ren smiled dryly: "If you don't come, I won't buy it. You are here now. Sister, help me pack one or two."
Zhong Cheng said: "If you feel uncomfortable, you can go to the doctor—"
"Thank you for one tael." Yin Ren raised his voice and squeezed Zhong Cheng's hand fiercely.
Zhong Cheng said sincerely: "You are hurting me."
The old man picked out a QR code with a dry tobacco stick, and took something like dry eyeballs from the medicine box. After collecting the payment, she reached out her hand from the darkness and quickly wrapped a small paper bag.
"Listen to my advice. When looking for a romantic partner, you should look for someone smart, not wood." She picked up the paper packet with her cigarette rod and stretched it out in front of Yin Ren, her tone half-smiling but not smiling.
Zhong Cheng said that just as he was about to continue asking, he was dragged away from the stall by Yin Ren.
"You'd better go to the hospital to check first." The two of them walked far enough in the crowd, and Zhong Cheng said a little aggrievedly, "The origin of these things is unknown, and their hygiene cannot be guaranteed. Don't enter them."
And it’s shockingly expensive, even more expensive than fine tea.
Yin Ren knew that in this man's eyes, he was probably being taken advantage of. He cleared his throat: "Look at how grand my mother-in-law's stall is, she must be someone. We are not familiar with the ghost market. Many friends mean many paths."
Zhong Cheng said he thought for a moment and nodded reluctantly.
Yin Ren breathed a sigh of relief and began to recall quickly in his mind.
Rat-eye wolfberry, plum root, living human teeth... add rat-eye wolfberry to the flesh and blood extract to remove impurities, grind it with plum root and mix it into mud as the base. Then it is soaked with various medicinal materials as if to make it fragrant, and then carefully pounded and shaped with a pestle made of living human teeth. Finally, add deodorized lamb fat to make "human incense".
To a living person, human fragrance has no taste at all. But for evil creatures, human scent can overwhelm the user's scent, causing evil creatures to mistake the user for the owner of the "flesh and blood attractor".
The person with Yuanyuan's aura may not really be Lu Guangzu.
Maybe someone asked Lu Guangzu to put the real murderer's scent on him and then asked him to come to the police station to "surrender". Thinking about it, "adjusting people's fragrance" is a job that can only be done by master spiritual craftsmen. Lu Guangzu is just a low-level ghost control master and has no such ability at all.
Yin Ren turned around suddenly and walked quickly towards the way he came.
Unfortunately, it was a step too late after all. They had only left for seven or eight minutes when the old woman closed the stall and didn't know where she went.
"Do you want to return it?" Zhong Cheng asked confused.
"No, it's okay." Yin Ren scratched his hair in frustration, "I forgot to ask her whether she should soak in cold water or hot water."
By following the clues, he might be able to find out the spiritual craftsman. It's a pity that it can't be delayed too late, so I'll find someone another day.
"My suggestion is don't drink." Zhong Cheng said and yawned, "At least go first..."
"I understand, go to the hospital." Yin Ren interrupted the person's rereading, raised his interlocked hands and loosened his fingers.
Zhong Cheng said: "?"
"Someone screamed and was in pain. Let me see if he needs to go to the hospital." Yin Ren poked the finger marks on the back of Zhong Cheng's hand, "... Well, it's okay, it's not a big problem. Brother Zhong, you are not young anymore. , I won’t brag to you.”
Sure enough, Zhong Cheng's focus was immediately diverted. He froze in place, trying to understand the logic between the two topics.
Yin Ren said amusedly: "Why, do you really want me to brag about it?"
Zhong Cheng said that before he could deny it, he saw the man lower his head and slightly lift a corner of his mask.
"call-"
The cool breath brushed over the back of the hand, like the softest silk sliding over the skin. Zhong Cheng said that he suddenly withdrew his hand as if he was bitten by the tongue of fire. This time he took a step slower. Even though his hand came back, the touch crawled up his nerves and made his scalp numb for a moment.
I don’t know if it’s because of his irregular work schedule recently, but Zhong Cheng said he suddenly had heart palpitations.
Beside him, Yin Ren had straightened up a long time ago. He didn't care about Zhong Cheng's reaction as if he was getting an electric shock: "Let's go find Sister Xu - it's almost two o'clock, you'd better go back to bed early."
A few hours later in the morning, Yin Ren sat numbly in Haigu People's Hospital.
It's not like Zhong Cheng said that it won't work after staying up for two nights
This morning, he watched Comrade Xiao Zhong get up on time and directly called Lu Xiaohe to ask for leave.
"Going to see a doctor." Regarding the reason for asking for leave, he said concisely and concisely, "I applied to take Yin Ren with me to help him review the hospital's medical treatment process. He can count it as normal attendance."
Then Yin Ren was taken to the Municipal People's Hospital by his partner, and he accompanied Zhong Cheng in confusion to register and wait for a table.
Zhong Cheng said that he majored in cardiovascular medicine, and Yin Ren always felt that these words seemed familiar.
Before he could think about it, the number [1013-Zhong Chengshuo] jumped up on the screen in the waiting area, and the voice announcement of "Please 1013 Zhong Chengshuo go to Clinic 2" rang in his ears.
Ten seconds later, Sun Qian, Yin Ren and Zhong Cheng said they looked at each other in the clinic.
Sun Qi was relieved. She took the medical records and medical insurance card neatly: "You were fine a few days ago. What's going on? Are you feeling uncomfortable after staying up late?"
Yin Ren: "..." The miracle doctor really hit the nail on the head.
Zhong Cheng said but shook his head: "I started to feel unwell in the early morning of July 24. Symptoms include irregular heartbeat and occasional palpitations. In severe cases, the body temperature rises, accompanied by slight numbness of the hands and dizziness."
Zhong Cheng said while Yin Ren searched for symptoms on his mobile phone. Before Sun Qian could speak, Lord Ghost King's expression changed: "It's over, this looks serious? Does Zhong Cheng say he needs to be hospitalized?"
Sun Qian laughed twice and looked at Yin Ren tenderly until Yin Ren slowly put down his phone under the gaze of that "gentle" gaze.
"Don't be too nervous. You go check the blood test and electrocardiogram first, and we'll see the results first." After making sure Yin Ren stopped checking randomly, Sun Qian's eyes turned back to Zhong Cheng and said.
An hour passed.
"Myocardial enzymes are normal, and there are no problems on the electrocardiogram... If you feel uncomfortable, it may be due to too much psychological pressure or insufficient rest. Pay attention to sleep and don't be too tired."
Sun Qian concentrated on checking the results.
"Hand numbness and dizziness may also be caused by cervical and spinal problems. If you are really worried, you can also check these two items."
Zhong Cheng stared at the test results in silence, as if waiting for the numbers to explain themselves.
"Is he okay?" Yin Ren asked.
"Healthier than most people."
"That's good." Yin Ren nodded, just looking at Zhong Cheng's words about those terrible living habits, it's simply unreasonable to be unhealthy.
"I'm under too much psychological pressure..." Zhong Cheng said without joining the conversation. He frowned and murmured, "I'm under too much psychological pressure...?"
"Yes, you have been investigating cases recently, and it is normal to be under a lot of pressure." Sun Qian'an comforted him, "Think about it, is there any similar triggering situation in this situation?"
Such as facing corpses, tracking suspects, etc. Considering that there were other patients outside the door, she didn't speak too directly.
Zhong Cheng slowly turned his head and glanced at Yin Ren: "Yes."
Like a few special encounters with someone, he thought.
"That's right, it may just be caused by psychological factors such as nervousness." Sun Qian said, "I won't prescribe you any medicine yet. If you still have this symptom after resting, you can come over again and call 24 for you. Hourly EKG.”
Zhong Cheng nodded seriously.
Yin Ren was drowsy from waiting. When he saw the diagnosis was over, he suddenly became energetic: "Brother Zhong, the doctor has asked you to sleep well. I'll go by myself tonight - eh, why are you arresting me?"
Lord Ghost King was grabbed by his clothes and forced to undergo a set of basic examinations.
"Too much psychological pressure." Zhong Cheng muttered seriously, looking like he wanted to throw Yin Ren into the hospital laboratory.
In the evening, they each held a pile of test results and left the hospital in disgrace.
"It's great that we are all so healthy." Yin Ren squeezed out the words through his teeth, "Ah, I remember how to see a doctor, I completely remember it. Brother Zhong, thank you, I really thank you."
Zhong Cheng said that he just had to hold him for a tour of the men's department, and Yin Ren was frightened.
"I'm going to practice my magic to enter the ghost market tonight, and maybe take a look around." Yin Ren continued to grit his teeth, "Do you want to stay up with me for the third night?"
"I understand, you can go alone tonight." Zhong Cheng said, hanging his head in despair.
He originally thought that the hospital would be able to find out what happened under the sudden attack. As a result, Yin Ren became extremely healthy in all aspects, and even the malnutrition at the beginning was gone. It seems that the pressure of "constantly thinking about Yin Blade" will continue, which is a headache.
Yin Ren glanced at him sideways, but did not get angry with him: "It's so late, let's eat outside. How about a bowl of mutton soup?"
"Um."
"your treat?"
"Um."
"Do you know the Night Walker's 'King of Hell'?"
"do not know."
It soon reached early morning. Yin Ren followed Xu Fang's instructions and stood in the stairwell of Building 4.
Their home is on the sixth floor and there are enough stairs.
Yin Ren took out the dog thing for lighting. He held his breath, recited the spell silently, and walked down the dark corridor step by step. Sure enough, a minute later, he returned to the familiar streets of the ghost market.
Yin Ren put back his facial mask and stepped into the night fog.
Zhong Cheng didn't say to keep an eye on him, and Yin Ren didn't do any useless work this time. He went straight to Peng Laogou's stall. Seeing this man charging at him with great force, Peng Laogou's hands trembled and he almost knocked over the incense burner.
"So it's you, what are you doing?" After confirming Yin Ren's identity, the old man stretched out his head and looked around.
"Information." Yin Ren went straight to the point, "Do you know the old lady who sells things under the plaque of 'Xuan Hu Ji Shi'?"
"68." Peng Laogou made a gesture, but he didn't mean to seduce him. "I must recognize the medicine seller Xiao Mengpo. She is a very good person. She also comes here to deal with the leftover defective products, and she usually doesn't bother. Come.”
"How to find her?" Yin Ren turned over 68 yuan on the spot.
"1888." Peng Laogou grinned, revealing the few remaining teeth. His face was floating in the darkness, with the corners of his mouth raised, looking like a wrinkled human skin mask.
"648." Yin Ren still remembered the result of the last counteroffer, "I'm not investigating the case, so I can't reimburse you."
"This news can only come to 1888," Peng Laogou snorted, and the facial sores on his chest squirmed. "If you come yesterday or tomorrow, 648 will sell you. But today, not today."
"Why?"
"Little Mrs. Meng is taking pictures of things in a ghost pawn shop. If I tell you how to find her and you gain access to the ghost pawn shop in vain, then I will suffer a big loss."
Yin Ren clicked his tongue and transferred the money again.
"Take me to that fucking pawn shop, now."
Seeing the money arrive, Peng Laogou smiled and narrowed his eyes. He quickly put away the stall and stood tremblingly next to Yin Ren.
"Young people are terrible, you are too courageous." He hummed in a strange tune, like a ditty, "You have to go by yourself. If you ask questions afterwards, I will not take responsibility... Don't blame me if you are sold?" If a ghost master loses his ghost, he is nothing.”
Yin Ren turned the phone in his hand and smiled slightly.
"No problem, lead the way."
The author has something to say:
Everyone should remember what Xiao Zhong said. If you feel uncomfortable, you must go to a [regular tertiary A hospital] to see a doctor. Don’t go to a ○ degree, and don’t blindly believe in folk remedies - you must go and see a doctor properly.
Xiao Yin: This person secretly took away my hair, has a hidden identity related to metaphysics, and monitors me all the time. He must be suspicious of me.
Xiao Yin: A little friendly provocation
Xiao Zhong: (walks to the Department of Cardiovascular Medicine in silence)
"provocative"
(End of chapter)