"It's really unfortunate that my son is not at home recently." Mrs. Wang smiled unchanged and looked at Mrs. Jiang again, asking in a gentle voice, "How old is your child this year? He doesn't look like he has just graduated a few years ago."
Mrs. Jiang glanced at Chen Ling and said, "How can I lie to you? You are already 27 years old, but you look younger."
Chen Ling pursed his lips and looked at Mrs. Wang with an unchanged earnest look.
Mrs. Wang seemed not to notice his gaze. She continued to look at Mrs. Jiang, covering her mouth with her hands and asked in surprise, "Twenty-seven? The same age as my son."
She then turned around and met the young man's black and white eyes. "When is your birthday? Let's see who is older, you or my son."
Chen Ling's voice was soft, his fingers nervously grasping the cloth on his knees, "August 19th."
"Nineteen..." Mrs. Wang clapped her hands and laughed, "Your birthday and my son's birthday are on the same day, what a coincidence!"
Chen Ling lowered his head even lower to hide his expression.
He could sense Mrs. Wang's interest in him. She asked about his birthday, probably because she wanted to know his birth date.
No matter what time he made up, the son of the Wang family who never showed up would have the same birthday as him.
Sure enough, Mrs. Wang asked again, "What time exactly?"
Chen Ling said nonsense: "Ten o'clock in the evening."
Mrs. Wang nodded, picked up the teacup and drank tea, just enough to cover up the inappropriate excited smile at the corner of her lips.
Chen Ling couldn't see her entire expression from his angle, but the shadow of Mrs. Wang's lips was reflected on the bone china teacup. He raised his eyebrows, but the next second he returned to his timid look.
The teacup hit the coffee table with a slight sound.
Mrs. Wang sat upright, with a look of satisfaction towards Chen Ling on her face. Of course, people who didn't know the situation would only think that this was a kind of affection from an elder towards a younger person.
She said: "Since they are so predestined, we should let the two children get to know each other. Maybe they will hit it off right away and become good friends."
"Your son can concentrate on his creation, so he must be calm and quiet. I feel relieved to let him take care of our Xiao Ming." Mrs. Jiang then made up a nickname and frowned slightly, "But I don't think I saw your son this time. Did he not come back with you?"
Mrs. Wang's face froze for a moment. "I'm back. I went to play with my old classmates these days."
He glanced at Chen Ling again and saw that he was still wearing a short-sleeved T-shirt. He asked worriedly, "Are you cold, kid? The air conditioner in our house is set at a low temperature. Don't catch a cold."
Chen Ling looked at the other person for two seconds and said, "It's a bit cold."
Mrs. Wang smiled and said, "Wait a minute. I'll go upstairs and get you some of my son's clothes."
Chen Ling nodded obediently, "Thank you, Auntie."
"What are you thanking me for? I think you are like a family member." Mrs. Wang turned to Mrs. Jiang and said, "Please sit down for a while. I will be back soon."
Looking at Mrs. Wang's hurriedly leaving back, Mrs. Jiang's pretended relaxed image suddenly collapsed.
She tightened her shawl, leaned towards Chen Ling, and asked, "Why do I feel like there's something wrong with this Mrs. Wang? She acted as if she didn't see you when you first came in, but now she's so enthusiastic."
Chen Ling said: "Want to hear the truth?"
Mrs. Jiang was shocked and said, "I do."
"I think she's attracted to me." Chen Ling lowered his voice, "The temperature in this room is so low, maybe it's to preserve the body."
Mrs. Jiang's eyes widened and she almost screamed.
Jiang Shengxing saw with his own eyes the couple appear in the villa area at the same time, so it was certainly impossible that the dead person was Mr. Wang.
A guess emerged in my mind.
She covered her mouth with both hands, and waited until her frightened heartbeat slowed down before taking her hands away. "Mr. Chen, are you serious?"
Chen Ling was not completely sure either. After all, he had no evidence to prove that Wang's son was dead.
"It's just a guess." He said, "Keep calm and act accordingly. If she wants to keep me, you go first."
"How can this be done? This is too dangerous. If those things are really related to the Wang family, you will be in danger if you stay!" Mrs. Jiang's face turned pale and she wished she could drag everyone away with her.
Chen Ling motioned for her to be patient and pointed to the ceiling.
The sound of shoes stepping on the stairs came from upstairs, from far away to near.
Soon, Mrs. Wang returned to the living room with a jacket of suitable thickness. "Xiao Ming, come here and try it on."
The jacket was bright red with a golden phoenix embroidered on the back.
Chen Ling took the clothes, spread his hands, and stared at the phoenix motionlessly.
Mrs. Wang thought he thought the phoenix on his back was too fancy and too eye-catching, so she explained softly, "This dress was designed by my son himself and then specially customized by a high-end manufacturer. At that time, he was writing articles related to folklore and ancient legends, and he insisted on saying that the phoenix is noble and can achieve nirvana. He was so excited that he created this dress."
Talking about her son, her face was full of pride and doting: "Actually, I also think it's fancy, but I can't resist my son's love for it, so I just let him do it."
"Auntie, since your son likes this dress so much, it's not right for him to wear it without his consent." Chen Ling tightened his fingers, holding the dress with great love, but hesitantly said, "Why don't you call and ask first?"
"The phone call is unavailable..." Mrs. Wang was distracted for a moment and spoke in a very low voice. Then she came to her senses abruptly when she realized something.
As if to cover up the words she had murmured before, her movements suddenly became eager, and her smile was incredibly warm. "Our aunt has the final say, he dare not disagree. Xiao Ming, just wear it."
Chen Ling was mentally repulsed, but in order to get the fish to take the bait, he endured the discomfort, put his arms into his sleeves and zipped up his clothes.
The height and weight of the writer's son from the Wang family should be about the same as him. The jacket fits him perfectly and has a beautiful style.
Looking at the young man's back, Mrs. Wang was in a trance for a moment. She opened her mouth and almost called out her son's name.
Biting her tongue, she relied on the pain to calm herself down and praised, "Xiao Ming looks a lot more handsome in this outfit."
Mrs. Jiang did not have such a feeling. Instead, she felt an inexplicable chill in her heart.
The bright red color was as dazzling as blood, and the hand-embroidered phoenix on the back looked stiff and lifeless. Although it was so delicate, it gave people a feeling of being rigid and lifeless.
Thinking of Chen Ling's guess, she quickly clenched her fingers and forced a smile: "Mrs. Wang, it's getting late. Why don't we wait for your son to come back before visiting?"
Mrs. Wang was stunned for a moment, and anxiously tried to persuade him to stay, "It's almost noon, why don't you eat first?"
Mrs. Jiang was sweating profusely. She didn't dare to agree and said hurriedly, "I have something else to do later, so I won't bother you. Xiao Ming, let's go."
Chen Ling pretended to stand up.
"Wait." Mrs. Wang's voice suddenly became sharp. Realizing her impoliteness, she smiled apologetically and said, "If you really have something to do, I won't keep you, but Xiao Ming has to stay."
Mrs. Jiang didn't dare to make a decision and looked at Chen Ling.
Chen Ling did not say anything either. There was hesitation on his face, as if he wanted to stay but also did not want to.
Mrs. Wang smiled and said, "It's like this. When I went upstairs just now, I actually called my son. He said that if nothing unexpected happens, he will be back this afternoon. I think Xiao Ming gets along well with me and my son, so why not let him stay and wait for my son to come back so that the two kids can have a face-to-face conversation."
Out of sight, Chen Ling gently touched Mrs. Jiang, curled his lips at her, and then nodded to Mrs. Wang and said, "Then thank you for your help, Auntie."
"What's the trouble? Auntie said I treat you as a family member."
The kindness in Mrs. Wang's eyes was about to overflow. Mrs. Jiang just felt horrible and weird. She patted the back of Chen Ling's hand and said in the tone of an elder admonishing a younger person, "Be good and don't cause trouble for Aunt Wang."
Chen Ling nodded obediently: "I will."
Mrs. Jiang left the Wang family with a heavy heart. The door behind her divided the cold space and the hot weather outside into two parts.
She looked up at the bright sun in the sky and suddenly smiled.
Before leaving, the three words the young man said made her feel more at ease. She knew that Chen Ling's answer did not mean that he wanted to stay in the Wang family honestly, but that he was planning to cause trouble for the Wang family.
In the villa, everyone was still sitting in the living room, and their sitting posture had not changed much from before Mrs. Jiang left.
Seeing his wife coming back alone, Jiang Shengxing quickly stood up and leaned back to look, "Where's Mr. Chen?"
"Mr. Chen said he wanted to stay and asked me to leave first." After Mrs. Jiang said this, she found that the atmosphere in the living room, which was already very tense, suddenly dropped to freezing point.
Her heart skipped a beat when she saw her husband's hesitant expression.
Jiang Yu's relaxed demeanor changed. "What exactly happened in the Wang family villa?"
Mrs. Jiang hurried over and reported everything in detail.
Finally, she added: "Mr. Chen seems somewhat confident."
Jiang Yu chuckled and asked an irrelevant question, "You said he wore the jacket with the phoenix tattoo on it?"
Mrs. Jiang nodded: "Yes."
Jiang Yu stopped talking, but his expression became uglier. A storm was brewing, and even a dull person could sense the man's dissatisfaction with the Phoenix jacket, or with the fact that Chen Ling wore the Phoenix jacket.
Wu Weiwei straightened his back and nudged Li Hongyu's waist with his elbow. "Why are you so unhappy, Brother Jiang? It's just a piece of clothing."
Li Hongyu said seriously: "Combining with previous cases, before entering into a ghost marriage, the victim would prepare wedding clothes for himself. The color red and embroidered phoenix are both important elements of ancient wedding clothes."
Wu Weiwei: "I see. Mrs. Wang didn't put an ordinary jacket on Brother Chen! No wonder Brother Jiang is not happy that Brother Chen put himself in danger."
Jiang Shengxing, who was sitting on an independent sofa, glanced at him when he heard this, sighed and shook his head, saying that he was still too young.
Taking the risk was only a small reason why the old man was angry. What really made him angry was that my girlfriend actually wore the wedding dress given by another man.
I'm afraid Mr. Chen is in trouble.
Jiang Shengxing saw through it but didn't say anything, thus giving his ancestor enough face.
At this moment, Li Hongyu's cell phone suddenly rang.
Seeing that it was a call from a group of subordinates, he knew it must be related to the other two victims. After answering the call, he turned on the speakerphone.
"Team leader, two people have been found. One was found filling the bathtub with water, and a pair of dragon and phoenix candles were lit not far away. The other security guard was found in the kitchen where his relative worked. He said he came here to discuss the wedding banquet and wanted to ask his relative to help him talk to the supervisor to see if he could get a discount. But we found a set of sharpened catering carving knives in his bag."
Li Hongyu asked: "I have asked these two people if they have given birth dates to others recently?"
"The female office worker was already unconscious and could not get anything out of her. But the security guard said he had filled out a questionnaire."
"What questionnaire?" Li Hongyu asked.
"Housing purchase intention survey." The person on the other end said, then turned around and said a few words to the others behind him, and then added, "This thing is deliberately distributed to obtain real horoscopes. Anyone who fills out real and valid information can participate in the lottery at the end of the month. The special prize is a river view house."
Nowadays, it is not easy for young people who work alone to buy a house. With such a big temptation, I wonder how many people will rush to grab the questionnaire.
Who would have thought that these ordinary yet urgent wishes, in the hands of those with ulterior motives, would become daggers that force people into a dead end.
Li Hongyu asked: "Which company sent the questionnaire?"
The other end said, "Rongjian Group."
"It's the Wang family!" Jiang Shengxing suddenly shouted, "The Wang family is in the real estate business. Their company acquired a lot of small real estate companies in the past two years. Rongjian Group was renamed from Wang's Group after the acquisition."
Wu Weiwei: "Hengjiang Group and Rongjian Group have business dealings?"
If this is true, if the Wang family collapses as a result of retribution for their son's affairs, the Jiang family will also be implicated.
Jiang Shengxing waved his hand and said, "No, no, Hengjiang's real estate projects tend to be high-end, while Rongjian's are ordinary residential."
In addition, colleagues are enemies, so it is already quite good that the Jiang family can maintain a nodding acquaintance relationship with the Wang family.
After hanging up the phone, Li Hongyu said, "The Wang family obtains a large number of real birth dates through questionnaires, and then drops paper roses in places where the questionnaires have been distributed. If the person who picks up the roses happens to have filled out the questionnaire, the person behind the roses can understand the other person's life through the corresponding birth date, and then use the soul-stealing spell to continuously stimulate the other person's negative emotions, so as to increase the possibility of the soul lingering in the world after death."
The case was solved, but now we live in a society ruled by law, and no one can just break into the Wang family and arrest anyone based on these facts.
Even if the person is caught, the person behind the spell is still at large.
Although the Wang family members are vicious and terrible, the person who casts the spell is the biggest disaster.
What to do specifically was not something Wu Weiwei should think about. He glanced at the people present. Everyone had a bad look on their face, some were afraid or angry, some were gloomy or cold.
"Well..." He cleared his throat, "I'll send this information to Brother Chen first."
After saying that, he got up and went to the back garden.
From the Jiang family's back garden, one can see a bit of the Wang family's villa. After Wu Weiwei sent the text message, he looked up and saw Chen Ling standing on the balcony of a room waving at him.
He lowered his head and sent a text message: What's wrong
Chen Ling replied: Please secretly deliver the backpack to me.
Wu Weiwei understood that Brother Chen was going to cause trouble.
He put his phone in his pocket and returned to the living room. Before his fingers touched the bag, another hand picked it up before him.
Jiang Yu's mood had returned to normal, and he said calmly, "I'll send it over."
Wu Weiwei sighed in his heart, Brother Jiang and Brother Chen have such an amazing tacit understanding, is this a telepathic connection? Otherwise, how come Brother Jiang knows what Brother Chen lacks without him saying a word
"Brother Jiang." He called the man over and said, "Brother Chen is on the second floor of the Wang family villa, in the room in the northeast corner. You can throw the bag to him from there."
Jiang Yu responded and left the Jiang family neatly.
Chen Ling didn't know that the person who came to deliver the things had been replaced temporarily, and was lazily leaning on the sofa watching a movie.
The room he is currently in is the Wang family's guest room.
Shortly after Mrs. Jiang left, Mrs. Wang asked him if he was tired and told him that if he was, he could go to the guest room to rest first.
Chen Ling knew that if he just sat in the living room all the time, he would disturb Mrs. Wang from doing bad things, so he agreed.
Shortly after he went upstairs, he heard a faint sound of a door closing downstairs. He walked to the window and looked at the back garden. The iron gate was locked.
So he quietly left the room and went to the window at the end of the corridor, from where he could just see if anyone was entering or leaving the main door.
The conclusion is, no.
The Wang family did not leave the house or go up to the second floor. Mrs. Wang must have gone to the first floor or a room in the basement.
Chen Ling was multitasking, thinking about the new message he had received from Wu Weiwei while watching the melodramatic mother drama on TV. Before he knew it, half an hour had passed.
He picked up his phone and took a look, but there was no message from Wu Weiwei asking him to go to the balcony to pick up the package.
He said "Huh" in confusion, frowned and sent a text message.
But I found that my cell phone suddenly had no signal.
Chen Ling was alert and looked around cautiously, only to find that the atmosphere in the guest room had changed unconsciously. An invisible sense of gloom was spread in every corner of the room, and it was spreading silently towards the center, trying to surround him from all sides.
His heart tightened and he pulled out the Huangshen Yuezhang Seal hanging around his neck and let it hang on his chest.
As the shadow got closer, the seal on his chest began to heat up.
Chen Ling opened his teeth and bit the tip of his tongue loosely. As long as the opponent showed the momentum to attack, he would spit a mouthful of blood from the tip of his tongue into the air to kill him by surprise.
The shadow surrounded them faster and faster, reaching their feet in an instant.
Chen Ling frowned and was about to bite his tongue when a hand reached out from the dark shadows and pinched his cheeks.
The lips were forced apart, revealing the slightly raised pink tip of the tongue.
The young man opened his eyes wide in surprise, his pupils constricted, and then his hands, which were about to form a seal, were entangled by shadows and tied up.
The familiar feeling of oppression and restraint made him feel flustered, and to be honest, a little bit stimulating.
But now the place and time are not right, he has to stop the crazy person.
However, imagination is beautiful, but reality is tragic. Because his cheeks cannot return to their original state and his lips cannot close, he can only utter a few vague syllables that cannot form a sentence with his tongue.
The shadows covering the room grew darker, suggesting that the man was in a very bad mood at the moment.
"Resist me." A familiar deep male voice came from the cold air pressing against my body, "Try to resist me."
Chen Ling had no talisman paper, no magic weapon, and he couldn't even bite his tongue. It could be said that he had no power to resist at all.
The shadows began to fade, revealing the man's tall figure.
Jiang Yu's hands still held the man, his narrow and long phoenix eyes narrowed, and his light pupils revealed a bit of stubborn madness.
“You can’t even resist such a small shackle. Who gave you the courage and confidence to stay here alone?” Unable to hear the young man’s answer, he uttered a low “hmm” with an upward sound at the end.
Chen Ling heard a murderous tone in the casual tone.
His Adam's apple moved, and his hands, which were bound invisibly, struggled a few times. His eyes softened, revealing a hint of pleading.
Jiang Yu frowned, knowing that he couldn't bear such a gaze, so he simply avoided it and stopped his gaze on the young man's red jacket.
Dazzling.
An eyesore.
It makes people want to take off this dress immediately.
At this moment, Jiang Yu really felt angry and irritable as if he was being cheated.
He raised his hand and lifted the collar of his jacket with his fingertips, so that the disgusting fabric was no longer sticking to the young man's skin.
"Do you know what this dress means?"
Chen Ling couldn't speak and could only blink.
With such a simple action, Jiang Yu actually guessed the meaning accurately, "Since you know it, you still dare to wear it, do you think I am dead?"
Chen Ling continued to blink.
"No?" Jiang Yu sneered, "Then take it off now."
Who knows if there is any talisman paper hidden on this clothes? What if I take it off and alert the caster? Chen Ling tried to shake his head, but when he found that it didn't work, he started blinking frantically.
I blinked so much that my eyelids almost cramped.
Jiang Yu didn't connect with him in the right brainwaves this time, so he asked, "You want me to help you?"
The man finally showed a little smile, "Okay, I'll help you take it off now."
Chen Ling: “…”
I suspect that our ancestors did it on purpose, but there is no evidence!
Chen Ling turned his shoulder to avoid Jiang Yu's hand, and with great effort turned his face away, freeing his sore cheeks. "I can't take it off, or the Wang family will find out."
Jiang Yu frowned and said nothing, staring stubbornly at the zipper head that the young man had pulled to the top.
Chen Ling was afraid that the man was not crazy enough, so he gritted his teeth, pounced on him, stood on tiptoe, raised his head, and rested the tip of his chin on the crook of his neck.
"This is just a stopgap measure. Do you know anything about fishing?" He spoke softly, his breath faintly spraying on the man's Adam's apple. "Besides, I dare to come here alone only because you are here. Without you, I would not come here."
Jiang Yu lowered his gaze and stopped at the young man's shoulder that was pressed against his chest.
Below the long arms connected to the shoulders, the hands were pressed together, trapped firmly, right between the two of them, in the most awkward position.
Jiang Yu: “…”
His breathing suddenly became heavy for a few seconds. He closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, pushed the man away, and loosened the invisible shackles on the young man's wrist.
Chen Ling regained his freedom, but he did not turn against his friends.
As a jealous person, the old man would usually get angry if he got a little bit close to Wong Tai Sin. When the incident with the Phoenix jacket came out today, he must have been so angry that he was bleeding internally.
You have to use some big moves to appease people.
He lowered his eyes and thought of a remedy, then waved at Jiang Yu, "Come closer, I have something to tell you."
Jiang Yu said nothing, but took half a step forward and approached with his head lowered.
Chen Ling clenched his fists nervously. His intense heartbeat made his body temperature rise, and his cheeks and eye sockets were hot.
She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, tilted her head back and gave the man a big kiss on the face. A "bo" sound echoed in the silent air.
He blushed, looked into the man's surprised eyes, and asked in a low voice: "Are you still angry about this?"