It's always time to relax a little before a big battle.
There was no need to deal with work or go to the ghost market. As a player who was not good at using computers, Yin Ren was free for a long time - they got off work at 5:30, and the real murderer would always contact them after midnight.
Lord Ghost King was shocked to find that there seemed to be nothing he could do.
Even his partner changed into pajamas early and went into the bedroom before the sun went down. Recently, we always have to act at night, and Comrade Xiao Zhong's nerves are being tortured.
"I set the alarm for 11pm." Zhong Cheng said seriously as he took the last bite of his meal. "Don't disturb me before then."
Yin Ren readily agreed.
In order to ensure that his partner had a good sleep, Yin Ren decided not to stay in the house to watch movies. He changed into simple clothes and prepared to go to the night market near the community.
Recently, he has taken a liking to the chicken shredded cold noodles at a certain stall, and he would go buy them from time to time. Perhaps this is one of the benefits of them becoming "accomplices" - after experiencing the tragic case of dividing pork in the middle of the night, Zhong Cheng said that he no longer asked about his daily consumption.
Tonight, he had plenty of time. Yin Ren picked up a bag of fresh meat hotpot and bought a small bowl of iron plate tofu, then strolled along the streets of the night market.
The stalls were crowded together like mushrooms. The windows were covered with plastic stickers with warped corners, and the names of the dishes on the signs were greasy. However, under the bright or dim lights and the hot steam, the food looked much tastier than usual.
Bai Yongji.
The boss was shirtless, his skin was covered in sweat, and he had a towel around his neck. Hearing Yin Ren's question, he chuckled, "What's up? You're suddenly so particular?"
Then something was pressed against his head—the other person seemed to have put a hat on him, trying to tuck his striking long hair in. Finally, the man took his arm, as if supporting a drunk friend, and the two moved to the other end of the alley.
Walking to the chicken noodle stall, he just finished the last piece of iron plate tofu. The owner of the chicken noodle stall obviously remembered this handsome regular customer, and before Yin Ren opened his mouth, the old man added seasoning according to his taste.
Yin Ren: “…” So that’s how it is, it’s a spiritual weapon that can stun people.
Yin Ren bought a cup of sweet fermented glutinous rice wine and slowly turned into the alley, preparing to buy some stewed pears for the hard-working comrade Xiao Zhong. However, after entering the alley, he heard a series of light footsteps behind him.
I don’t know what Lord Yan would think after hearing this.
Out of respect for the spiritual weapon that had knocked him unconscious, he closed his eyes and fell to the ground with a thud.
He is not a practitioner, or his strength is very low. His aura is too pure, so he must have been specially processed.
Yin Ren's curiosity grew, and he closed his eyes and let the other party drag him like a sack. In order to give the other party a little surprise, Yin Ren deliberately increased his body density, making himself 30 kilograms heavier.
The man really seized this opportunity—the other rushed forward quickly, and something cold pressed against his back. A wave of magic instantly attacked him, rushing straight into his brain... No, his fake brain.
"Boss, is there any clean and delicious restaurant nearby?"
Yin Ren couldn't help laughing: "... Yes, I bought it for my wife."
"Bang."
What on earth is this doing
Yin Ren couldn't help but grow an eye on his ankle and looked around curiously. The surroundings were more ordinary than he imagined, and there were no strange equipment.
Yin Ren walked a few steps slower, and his footsteps became lighter. He quickened his pace, and the other person's speed also increased.
About an hour later, they still hadn't reached their destination. Yin Ren's patience finally ran out, and he deliberately hummed, pretending to be waking up slowly.
"What am I...?"
After kidnapping him, who else can they blackmail? Zhong Cheng, who is not their relative
There are some fluctuations of spiritual weapons on his body. Could it be coming towards me
The Ghost King took a sip of the fermented glutinous rice soup and continued walking at a leisurely pace. To be honest, he was quite curious about what the man was going to do - if it was just a boring robbery, he wouldn't mind letting him experience what "walking too much at night will always lead to encountering ghosts" meant.
Even though the man was wearing a mask, Yin Ren could still recognize him.
"You are so careful. Buy it for your wife." The old man was even happier.
Interestingly, the runes on the iron chain are specifically for human practitioners, and are not something that can be easily purchased on the market. Yin Ren even smelled a pungent medicinal smell - purely from a human body, it seemed to be some kind of anesthetic.
Kidnapping
After completing the task of sealing the Ghost King, the man returned to the driver's seat and started the car silently. The engine rumbled, and the car was soon filled with the smell of gasoline.
After finishing two servings of cold noodles, it became completely dark.
Yin Ren deliberately stopped at the darkest place in the alley. He squeezed the empty plastic cup and threw it carefully into the trash can.
Yin Ren: “…”
"Turn inside at the other end of the street, there's a soup shop. It's very clean, and many pregnant women go there to eat." The old man pointed to the end of the dark street. "It's said that the food tastes good, but it's a bit expensive. It costs more than ten dollars."
The man first searched Yin Ren's body and threw the keys, mobile phone and gum box in the ghost king's pocket into the trash can at the entrance of the alley. Yin Ren could feel that the man's hands were trembling.
Hearing Yin Ren's voice, the man didn't say anything. The rearview mirror was blocked, so Yin Ren couldn't see the man's appearance. The Ghost King was not discouraged at all. The newly grown eyeball dragged the optic nerve and rolled to the vicinity of the seat.
First, the night breeze became stronger, and they seemed to have left the alley. Then, there was the sound of a van door sliding open, and with a tired sigh, Yin Ren's face hit the rough surface of the van.
Yin Ren loves this kind of fireworks.
"Buy it for someone else to eat." Yin Ren said, "It would be best if it was something light like stewed pears. It would be even better if there was a store. He is more particular than I am and can't stand strong flavors."
There was a sharp brake sound, and the van suddenly stopped at the side of the road. Yin Ren was pushed by inertia and hit the back of the chair.
The summer heat was not over yet, and men, women, young and old were all dressed lightly. People were laughing loudly at low tables, beer foam overflowing from their glasses, and the atmosphere was particularly lively.
It seems that the stewed pears that Zhong Cheng mentioned cannot be bought, Yin Ren thought with a little regret.
"Thank you very much." Yin Ren took the cold noodles, "Why don't you make another portion? I can't eat enough."
The man then grabbed the carriage tightly and dragged out a pile of metal products. He used them to tie Yin Ren tightly, and Yin Ren could feel the uneven marks of talismans on them.
What was even more strange was that he could hear the sound of teeth clenching and suppressed sobs from time to time in his ears. The kidnapper seemed to be in an unstable mood. The vehicle was moving very fast, and it jolted from time to time.
"okay!"
Yin Ren thought for a moment and begged for mercy pitifully: "Let me go. I don't know who you are, but you can't get any money for kidnapping me. I don't even know the names of my family members..."
Bai Yongji still didn't say anything, he just sniffed and cleared his throat.
"Could it be that you are a member of the Shenyang Society?" Yin Ren took a breath and continued to beg for mercy, "I just entered the Shian, I haven't done any important work, and I haven't offended you. Let's talk it out. I will never call the police."
Having the opportunity to personally experience the plot in the TV series, the Ghost King was even a little excited - what will happen next? Killing people to silence them or...
"Please." Yin Ren tried to add fear to his tone, "I haven't remembered my past life yet, I don't want to die yet..."
"I'm sorry." After a while, Bai Yongji spoke in a hoarse voice, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, they forced me to do this..."
He took a few deep breaths, finally left the driver's seat, and opened the trunk again.
This time Bai Yongji didn't use the magic weapon to stun the spirit. He began to pour the medicine onto a piece of cloth. In the darkness, his hands were shaking very badly.
Yin Ren shrank back, trembling more seriously than Bai Yongji: "Sir, I don't know what difficulties you have, but it's never too late to turn back..."
Bai Yongji paused for a few seconds.
“… You don’t understand.” Even through the mask, the pain on Bai Yongji’s face was still very obvious. “They won’t let me go.”
"Then at least let me be clear-headed." Yin Ren begged, "Why me?"
Bai Yongji let out a long sigh. He looked at the wet handkerchief in his hand, his eyes full of bloodshot.
"Because you are the same as me." Bai Yongji stared at the handkerchief and said, "You have bad luck... You took a path that you shouldn't have taken."
"Please let me go, please—"
"Stop talking!" Bai Yongji seemed to be on the verge of collapse. He cried out in a sobbing voice, even forgetting to lower his voice.
“…Mmmmm!”
Bai Yongji didn't use a magic weapon this time. He directly covered Yin Ren's mouth and nose with medicine. Yin Ren rolled his eyes and "fainted" again.
Bai Yongji first approached the daughter of Sun Qinghui, the person in charge of the case, and then provided them with information that "Lu Guangzu was related to the sinking" in an overly deliberate manner. Then he looked at the rune chain on his body, which was extremely well-made...
Things are getting more and more interesting.
At this moment, Zhong Cheng said that he had not woken up yet, but he was the first to step into the center of the case.
Yin Ren instantly gave up the idea of escaping and going home. As for what Zhong Cheng said, Yin Ren was not worried at all - in the alley near the night market, the trash can moved.
The cell phone "dog thing" struggled to stretch out its four thin legs and crawled out of the trash can.
After taking a short rest on the ground, it wiped off the red oil and leftovers on its body and began to run wildly towards Ping An Manor. Zhong Cheng said that just after taking a refreshing bath, he heard a slight sound at the door of the house, as if something was rubbing against the door happily.
He opened the door with wet hair, and saw a dirty mobile phone lying on the floor, with a sour and smelly unknown stain on the screen.
The "Siren" interface popped up automatically, and the battery level was suspiciously 100%: [Yin Ren was kidnapped~]
Why does this thing look so happy? Its tone is more like gloating than reporting a crime. Zhong Cheng said that he knew Yin Ren's spiritual weapon was special, but he didn't expect that this thing could speak through an intelligent assistant.
Zhong Cheng wrinkled his nose and slowly took out a box of alcohol wipes: "Well, I'll take care of it. Did he struggle when he was kidnapped?"
[Siren: No, it was definitely intentional.]
Indeed, with Yin Ren's strength, the kidnapper might be more dangerous. Since the man did not run back home by himself, he probably encountered something very interesting.
Yin Ren must have known what was going on with the case and there was no need for him to interfere.
Zhong Cheng picked up the dirty hamster phone chain through the alcohol wipes and said, "I'm not sure about your function... Are you waterproof?"
[Siren: Fang, why are you asking this?]
Half a minute later, it fell silent under the high-pressure shower.
After five minutes of boiling water and a dozen alcohol wipes, the dog lay on the dining table, and the battery slowly lost 1%.
After putting away the unsightly mobile phone, Zhong Cheng heated up a bowl of oatmeal for himself and sat down in front of the computer again. At midnight, he opened the encrypted external chat room on time.
Strange, there is still no movement from Yin Ren's side.
Zhong Cheng poked the mobile phone beside him and said, "Can you locate Yin Ren?"
[Siren: Yes.]
"Send the location."
The mobile phone switched screens reluctantly. On the screen, a blood-red spot was moving rapidly along a certain road. Zhong Cheng compared it with the map and frowned slightly.
At the same time, accompanied by a pleasant prompt tone, the message of winner99 appeared again.
[winner99: No. 4-161, Yuesheng Road, Shangguang District, 3:00 am, get off the pirate ship at the amusement park]
[winner99: Come alone, no one will be waiting for you if you are late]
[skinship: Got it]
That was exactly where Yin Ren was at the moment.
Xinxin Amusement Park on Yuesheng Road in Shangguang District is located in a very remote place and was abandoned a few years ago. Some time ago, some young people went there to play and take artistic photos. Later, the facilities in the park collapsed, killing two people on the spot, and the place became a completely deserted area.
Zhong Cheng said that after thinking for a while, he opened the closet and changed into a set of oversized trendy clothes. Then he fumbled in the drawer of the closet for a while and took out a somewhat scary cartoon rabbit mask with a toy gun.
After packing up the things and putting the rotten fruits in the bag, Yin Ren put his phone in his pocket. Zhong Cheng pulled his cap down and walked seven or eight blocks to get a black car.
Zhong Cheng said he arrived near Xinxin Amusement Park 20 minutes early.
Before approaching the park, he skillfully burned off his cap and mask and replaced them with a rabbit mask that completely covered his facial features.
The amusement park had been abandoned for too long, and the cordon had become rags, sweeping across the ground. There was no lighting in the park, and countless huge black shadows stood in the park, and the floor was almost submerged by weeds and bushes.
The pirate ship is in the corner of the park, right next to the back door of the amusement park.
The chain on one side of the equipment was rotten and broken, and half of the ship fell to the ground. Against the dark night, the hull looked like a stranded black moon.
There was only one figure in front of the boat.
Yin Ren was chained tightly, and he fell on the blood-red couch, his long hair messy like ink. With the decaying ship behind him, the picture had a strange beauty.
Not knowing how Yin Ren recognized him, Zhong Cheng said that as soon as he approached, the man quietly pricked up his eyelids. Yin Ren rushed to Zhong Cheng behind the mask and squeezed his eyes, and continued to act responsibly and conscientiously.
Zhong Cheng said: “…” Very good, the beauty was gone in an instant.
Zhong Cheng sighed silently, leaned down as if he knew nothing, and tugged at Yin Ren's long hair rudely. Then he put one hand on Yin Ren's face, pinching it like picking fresh meat.
Yin Ren's nose twitched from the smell of the black leather gloves, but at least he didn't sneeze.
[Skinship: Where are you?]
[winner99: Not bad, there is no other movement nearby]
[winner99: What about the materials I prepared? It combines our two preferences]
[Skinship: What does it mean?]
[winner99: I said I would make another work, but I plan to make it on site. If you don’t mind, we can do it together]
[Skinship: I want to play the game of "The Legend of the Tomb Soldier".]
"Yes." A vague voice replied.
A strange-looking black figure approached from a distance.
The man was wearing a goat doll costume, and even his body shape was not very realistic. However, the goat doll's bag was bulging, and judging by the strange outlines, it was probably not candy inside.
"Now I have seen you successfully, it's good."
The goat doll stopped beside Yin Ren and made a strange sound, probably because it was using a voice changer.
"Don't you know what I'm thinking? Do you need me to explain the situation specifically?"
Zhong Cheng said silent.
"Oh... it seems that your ability is also limited." Goat said with regret, "Well, this person is Shi'an. No matter how you look at it, he is the best 'talent'."
Zhong Cheng took a deep breath and his voice changed completely. His voice sounded arrogant and sinister: "How strange, I thought you would follow your aesthetics."
"Aesthetics?"
"Whether it's the chair or the painting, the people are very old and don't look like young people. But this time you found someone with thin skin and tender flesh." Zhong Cheng said with a sneer, "You only dare to target newcomers who know An?"
"I don't want something as superficial as 'appearance'." The goat didn't sound angry. "Wild flowers after a storm are always more beautiful than greenhouse flowers. Even if they are not so delicate, they are more pleasing to look at."
He stretched out his hand wrapped in a doll costume and made a grasping motion.
Zhong Cheng said as he moved his fingers. The rabbit mask only had two holes, and with his overly dark eyes, the two eye holes looked like two black holes.
"I see." Zhong Cheng said with a smile, "I care more about the texture of the skin, while you prefer to touch the 'interesting soul'."
Seeing that the other party's ideas were following smoothly, the goat relaxed a little.
"Indeed."
He chuckled, took out a knife from his bag, and played with it in his hand.
"You have two choices now... One, turn around and leave. But it's not easy for me to find the materials, so you have to pay a little price."
"Second, we will complete this work together. You can see how I keep it fresh, but after that, you will be responsible for the handling of the work."
"so it is."
Zhong Cheng said without moving, in a calm tone.
"You want a new scapegoat."
The author has something to say:
Xiao Yin: Yes, I bought it for my wife!
(End of this chapter)