"How about just blocking the person and interrogating him?" Wu Weiwei thought about it and it seemed that this was the only solution that would work.
"No." Chen Ling thought for a few seconds and said, "What if he notifies Tao Zhiyong to run away?"
The police have no evidence that Tao Zhiyong committed murder. If Tao Zhiyong was alarmed, he could just pack up and run away, and no one would have the right to stop him.
It would be fine if he hides in the country, but if he runs out of the country directly, it will be difficult to catch him back.
Chen Ling tapped the wall with his fingers. "Let's test it first to see if Principal Jin has anything to do with Fan Xiaozhou's death. If so, a name like that would make him lose his mind."
Wu Weiwei immediately became excited: "How to do it?"
Chen Ling asked: "Are you afraid of pain?"
Wu Weiwei was confused, "Afraid? Why?"
After Chen Ling finished speaking, he grabbed Wu Weiwei's finger and stuffed it into his mouth, "Bite it and squeeze out some blood."
Wu Weiwei almost wanted to cry, "Brother Chen, you can't do this..."
"Hurry up." After Chen Ling urged, he raised his left index finger and put it into his mouth, and took a bite as well.
Blood gushed out, he immediately pulled out his fingers, squeezed hard, and blood gushed out.
The wound was not big and would soon clot. He quickly used his broken finger to write on the wall, but the bleeding stopped halfway through.
He raised his head towards Wu Weiwei: "It's your turn."
It's a letter written in blood. If Principal Jin sees what's written, he will definitely go and make sure whether the body is still there.
After understanding what Brother Chen meant, Wu Weiwei generously bit the original wound again. He hissed in pain and then quickly wrote with blood.
"And then? What if Principal Jin doesn't come down this way?"
"I have a plan." Chen Ling pointed to the stairs that Principal Jin was going up. "You go up from that side. After you find Principal Jin's trail, make some noise from time to time so that he can hear it."
Principal Jin dared to enter Chenzhou Building alone, either because he did not directly participate in the killing of Fan Xiaozhou and was not so guilty.
Or, he thought that Fan Xiaozhou was completely suppressed and couldn't make any waves.
Chen Ling felt that the former was more likely.
He said, "Do you remember Principal Jin's attitude when he first received us?"
"Of course I remember. I wish we could get rid of all the evil spirits in the school right away." Wu Weiwei frowned and asked in confusion, "Brother Chen, do you think he wants to deal with Zhou Yuanxin or Fan Xiaozhou?"
Chen Ling said: "Maybe it's both?"
"Fuck, what a good trick, killing two birds with one stone!" Wu Weiwei stamped his feet in anger and waved his fist. He threatened, "Brother Chen, wait, I guarantee he will come down here obediently."
Chen Ling waved his hand, signaling him to go quickly.
Wu Weiwei began to walk up, taking every step carefully. He could not make any noise, and yet he had to see clearly where Principal Jin was.
One floor, two floors, until the third floor, he finally found Principal Jin.
Principal Jin was sneaking around, looking around, and muttering something as he walked.
Wu Weiwei raised his arm and gently tapped the wooden door behind him.
The bang startled Principal Jin. He turned around nervously and looked behind him. The corridor was empty and silent.
Oddly enough, this building is located almost in the center of the entire school. Although there are buildings in front and behind, the sunlight is not blocked because the distance between them is relatively large.
But for some reason, the floors from the first to the fourth floor have never seen light for years, and are gloomy and cold.
Principal Jin's throat rolled over, and he shouted in a weak voice, "Who!"
The only answer he got was the cold, silent air and his own breathing, which had become rapid due to shock.
Principal Jin stood there motionless, his eyes fixed on the end of the corridor. After about two or three minutes, when he was sure that no one else was in the corridor, he walked towards the fourth floor.
The fourth floor was even more eerie than the ones below. I didn’t know who had pulled the blinds in the corridor, and the entire corridor was pitch black.
Principal Jin groped his way to the wall, touched the hanging pull rope, and with a swish, he retracted a blind.
The light poured in, illuminating the path under his feet.
Principal Jin walked forward, took the first step, and before his back foot landed, he suddenly screamed in panic and jumped back.
In front of him, the ground was undulating, with countless strange protrusions.
The bumps were changing, taking on a clear facial outline, the outline of a woman.
“How could this be…” Principal Jin murmured softly, his eyes filled with disbelief, and he unconsciously backed away to the corner.
There was a cool breeze blowing across my neck, very lightly.
Principal Jin shuddered and pressed his neck with his backhand, but something rubbed the back of his hand.
His whole body stiffened, and he slowly turned his head. Out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of a face protruding from the white wall. The chin was just a millimeter away from his shoulder, and the tip of the other person's nose was just touching his skin.
With every breath, the cold air seeped into his skin.
At the bottom of the stairs, Wu Weiwei looked up with a puzzled look on his face. Why did he suddenly jump back and forth back and forth for no reason? Was he sick
He fumbled in his pocket but couldn't find the prop, so he finally took off a button, aimed at the target and threw it.
Principal Jin was already frightened to the point of fainting, and now he was even more frightened after being hit like this. This fear reached its peak when he saw the black button rolling to his feet.
He opened his mouth and eyes exaggeratedly, breathing rapidly, and the sound of his grunting breathing could be heard in the corridor.
Wu Weiwei didn't expect that a button of his would have such great power. Just as he was about to praise himself in his heart, Principal Jin, who was standing in the corridor above the stairs, suddenly rolled his eyes and fainted.
“… No way!” Wu Weiwei was confused by the sudden situation. He rushed forward, squatted on the ground and called out “Principal” twice.
Principal Jin showed no reaction, his eyes were closed and his breathing was steady.
Wu Weiwei took out his cell phone to notify Chen Ling to come up, but the call was hung up halfway through. Then he saw his brother Chen's head popping up from under the stairs.
Chen Ling held a telescopic stick in his hand, with a vigilant look on his face. He asked, "Where is the evil spirit?"
"Evil spirit? I didn't see anything." Wu Weiwei said, pinching his thigh hard, "I was wondering why this bastard suddenly went crazy just now, it turns out he saw a ghost."
Chen Ling was waiting downstairs when he suddenly sensed a strong negative energy coming from above the corridor and immediately ran upstairs quickly.
After looking at the person on the ground, he walked over and put his fingertips on Principal Jin's neck.
The pulse is steady, not dead.
Chen Ling stood up and said, "He's alive. Drag him over there, and then you can come with me to find the evil spirit."
Wu Weiwei rolled up his sleeves, and the two of them worked together to drag Principal Jin to the stairs at the other end of the corridor like dragging a sack.
The evil spirit was quite powerful and came and went without a trace. Chen Ling still had to rely on the exorcism talisman's reaction to the evil spirit in the air to identify its whereabouts, but in the end, he still lost it.
The heavy yin energy disappeared the moment he stepped onto the fifth floor.
If the ghost who covered up for Zhou Yuanxin and was suppressed in the school was really Fan Xiaozhou, then what was she relying on to stay sane
Eight years, more than two thousand days and nights, the layers of resentment and hatred accumulated, even a human being would be blinded by hatred and lose his original heart, let alone the person who was killed and turned into a ghost
Chen Ling thought as he walked, and soon returned to the ground floor.
Seeing that his brother Chen was silent all the way, Wu Weiwei did not dare to speak and followed silently until he heard Chen Ling say, "You stay here, I'll go check other places."
Wu Weiwei obediently waited under the bloody words, waiting for Principal Jin to wake up and come down.
Chen Ling walked out of the Chenzhou Tower and looked up at the top of the building.
Only then did I discover the trick of the entire building.
There was a hexagonal decorative tower on the top, with a small flag about seven or eight meters high erected on it. Chen Ling took a photo with his mobile phone, zoomed in, and found that the small flag was covered with words.
It is the prayer flag of Tibetan Buddhism.
The erected prayer flags can drive away evil spirits and usher in good fortune, and turn misfortune into good fortune. When setting up the flags, you must invite lamas to chant sutras and bless them with talismans, which will make them more effective in warding off disasters and driving away evil spirits.
Chen Ling faced the door of Chenzhou Tower and asked, "Fan Xiaozhou, are you there?"
The building gate was dim, and a faint red shadow could be seen.
Chen Ling: "I won't hurt you, can I talk to you?"
The red shadow was retreating and gradually disappeared into the darkness.
By the time Chen Ling quickly stepped onto the stairs and ran in, Fan Xiaozhou had completely disappeared, and there was nothing around him except the piercing cold energy.
Chen Ling sighed. It was really troublesome to meet a young lady who refused to communicate.
Some people deserve to die, but it would not be worth it if you drag yourself into hell because of such people.
Fan Xiaozhou had been lying dormant for so many years, keeping Principal Jin alive, just to use him to lure another person in. But hadn't the other person already been to the school
Why didn’t Fan Xiaozhou kill the person
Does Tao Zhiyong have something on him that can ward off evil spirits
Chen Ling was puzzled and decided to start with Zhou's mother.
He went back to the classroom, asked for leave from the teacher of the next class, pulled out the access card hanging on his chest from his school uniform, and left the school directly.
It was already 11:10, and the last class was about to begin. The snack bars at the school gate had already moved out their small tables, and many of the owners were cleaning up with their waiters.
Chen Ling walked to the street outside and hailed a taxi.
When the taxi driver saw that the man was wearing a school uniform and it was not yet time to go home from school, he tried to persuade him earnestly all the way, telling him not to skip classes.
When Chen Ling explained, the other party accused him of quibbling.
In order not to feel tired, I simply said nothing.
Rongxin Middle School is quite far from Tao Zhiyong's home. He encountered more than a dozen traffic lights. When he arrived, the aroma of food wafted through the community, making Chen Ling hungry.
He swallowed and knocked on the Tao family's door.
It was Zhou's mother who opened the door. When she saw Chen Ling, her pale and weak face suddenly became furious. "How dare you come here! How have we, the Tao family, wronged you? How dare you harm my husband like this!"
Chen Ling stepped aside and narrowly avoided Mother Zhou's long nails.
"Auntie, do you know about Tao Zhiyong's murder?"
Mother Zhou was obviously stunned for a moment. Invisible spikes stood up all over her body and her eyes were fierce. "What on earth do you want to do!"
"I'm not doing anything, I just want to chat with you." Chen Ling's expression was calm, as if he really came to visit and have a chat.
"I don't know, I know nothing, get out of here right now!" After saying this, Mother Zhou was about to close the door, but was held back by a hand that reached in from outside.
She was a little overwhelmed, and she grabbed her hair as if torturing herself, asking in a shrill voice: "What are you going to do! I beg you, you have already sent my husband to the police station, can you please let me and my child go."
"He was the one who hurt him. He got his retribution for his evil deeds." Chen Ling looked at Zhou's mother's painful face, was silent for a moment, and suddenly asked, "Auntie, have you thought about Zhou Yuanxin?"
Mother Zhou: "He's dead, why do you keep mentioning him?!"
Thinking that everything that happened now was caused by Zhou Yuanxin's relics, she became more and more annoyed. She pointed at Chen Ling's nose and cursed: "If you hadn't been nosy and sent things over, my family wouldn't have fallen into this state today!"
Chen Ling looked at the finger that was about to touch his nose, tilted his head, and repeated like a repeater, "It's pointless to bring up the past. I came here today just to ask you if you know that Tao Zhiyong is carrying a murder case."
There were voices in the elevator, probably a neighbor coming back.
Evil deeds like murder and arson, whether true or false, will become after-dinner talk when they fall into other people's ears, and as they are talked about, they may become "true".
When Tao Zhiyong was arrested by the police, it was already a very embarrassing incident, and she didn't want to have her reputation further damaged.
"Come in and talk." She glared at the young man, turned around and kicked away the debris blocking her way.
Ever since her husband was arrested, she had no heart to take care of the family. She spent the entire morning begging for help, hoping that her eldest brother could save her husband.
But the Tao family's hearts were like iron. After hearing that their own brother was arrested, not only did they remain indifferent, they also said that it was a good thing that he was arrested.
What a bunch of heartless and inhuman people!
Thinking of this, Zhou's mother's face became uglier and her tone became even more vicious, "Get out of here right away after you finish speaking. You are not welcome in our home!"
As if to hit her in the face, the bedroom door was opened a tiny crack. The little boy stood on the other side of the crack and called out in a low voice, "Big brother."
Chen Ling smiled at him and was about to walk over, but Mother Zhou stepped over and blocked his way.
"Don't touch my son!" She was like an old hen protecting her chicks. She would attack if the enemy took even half a step forward.
Chen Ling stopped, stared into Zhou's mother's eyes and asked, "If you had treated Zhou Yuanxin the same way, he wouldn't have died in school."
"What does this have to do with me! Did I ask him to commit suicide?!" Mother Zhou felt guilty after being accused and her voice became louder and louder.
Chen Ling said expressionlessly: "Where were you when Zhou Yuanxin was beaten at home and bullied at school?"
"When he was bullied, didn't anyone at home go to the school to talk to the school? My husband went there himself and talked to the principal. Zhou Yuanxin was just a nobody, you can't blame me!"
Mother Zhou fell onto the sofa, choked up, covered her eyes and said, "His father died ten years ago. Do you know how hard it is for a woman like me to raise him? If I hadn't met Tao Zhiyong, we would have starved to death on the streets!"
"So you can ignore your son's abuse in order to keep your current life?"
Chen Ling's sarcastic tone was like a knife cutting into Mother Zhou's face. She felt the burning pain on her face. "Zhou Yuanxin was disobedient, so what's wrong with being beaten? What parents don't beat their children?!"
"Okay, let's not talk about this for now. Since you said Tao Zhiyong went to school to stand up for Zhou Yuanxin, why didn't the situation of you, Zhou Yuanxin, being bullied get better?"
“How should I know…” Mother Zhou’s eyes drifted to her feet, not daring to look directly at the person who was speaking righteously opposite her.
Chen Ling: "Tao Zhiyong and Rongshen's Principal Jin are friends. If he really wanted to protect Zhou Yuanxin, Principal Jin would definitely be willing to help him. But he didn't. What you said in person probably means that the two of them just drank a few cups of hot tea in the office and talked about a case eight years ago. Otherwise, why would Zhou Yuanxin commit suicide?"
"You're talking nonsense!" Zhou's mother suddenly shouted, scaring her son who had just stepped out of the room and stepping back.
The little boy looked at the two people outside the door timidly and said softly: "Mom, don't be angry..."
"You have no right to interrupt when adults are talking. Go back to your room!" Mother Zhou was furious and transferred her anger to her son.
"The Tao family is powerful, and Tao Zhiyong, as the youngest son in the family, is naturally doted on. If he continues to do nothing and causes minor troubles that do not harm the foundation of the Tao family, the Tao family will not let him fend for himself. But killing someone is different. If you protect your son in this situation, the entire Tao family will be uprooted."
Mother Zhou's lips trembled, and her eyes became more and more wandering. "I don't understand what you are saying."
"Auntie, living with a murderer, aren't you nervous and scared? Tao Zhiyong has such a bad temper. What if he gets angry and attacks you and your child one day..."
"No, Zhiyong wouldn't do that!" Zhou's mother interrupted in a high voice, "Those are just rumors. No one can provide evidence that Zhiyong really killed someone!"
“When a person dies, his soul still exists. The injustice engraved in the soul cannot be erased by anyone.”
"Where in the world are there ghosts!" Mother Zhou's face was pale and her hair was a little messy. She slammed the table and shouted, "If there really are ghosts, why have I never seen one!"
Chen Ling's eyes flashed with a dark light, and he whispered, "That's because Tao Zhiyong has a protective amulet on him that can prevent ghosts from getting close to him."
Mother Zhou's whole body trembled, and her mouth moved a few times as if she wanted to scream, but no sound came out.
It seems that I guessed right.
Chen Ling took a step forward and looked into the other person's eyes seriously. "Want to ask how I know?"
Mother Zhou closed her mouth and said nothing.
Chen Ling pointed to his eyes and said, "Because I can see it. I can see the auspicious aura protecting Tao Zhiyong, and I can also see the bloody aura wrapped around him."
This is all nonsense. It's ok for him to see ghosts, but people? He's not that good at it yet.
But Mother Zhou believed it. She seemed to have suddenly lost all the strength to support her body. She staggered two steps and sat on the coffee table.
There was a look of helplessness and despair on her face, but she still held on to hope that she could get away with it.
Chen Ling thought of the prayer flags erected on the top of the Shenzhou Tower, and thought that the amulet that Tao Zhiyong carried should be from the same faction as the prayer flags.
During the last confrontation, he clearly remembered that Tao Zhiyong had taken off his tie when he was being ruthless, and he did not have any accessories around his neck, so he probably did not have anything like amulets hanging around his neck.
However, things like amulets that have been blessed by divine power or the smell of fireworks are not allowed to be hidden under the buttocks, as it is disrespectful to the gods.
Therefore, the thing that can help Tao Zhiyong ward off evil and avoid harm should not be in his trouser pocket.
"It's a tattoo, right?" Chen Ling paused, and remembered a popular saying: men wear Guanyin and women wear Buddha. "Is the Thousand-armed and Thousand-eyed Guanyin from Tibetan Buddhism on Tao Zhiyong's back?"
There are many images of Guanyin in Tibetan Buddhism, among which the Thousand-Armed and Thousand-Eyed Guanyin can break the three obstacles in hell.
The three obstacles refer to demonic obstacles, karmic obstacles, and calamity obstacles.
Guanyin, who can break the three obstacles, why can't she drive away a small red-clothed evil spirit
If this tattoo is really amazing, then it is amazing, but if you say it is not amazing, then it is just so-so.
All it takes is a small cut, a broken piece of skin, or even a fading of color to destroy the tattoo's integrity, and its inherent ability to ward off evil will naturally be lost.
Mother Zhou's eyes trembled, her emotions reached their peak, her face turned pale and gray, and her cheeks bulged from biting.
"It's a tattoo. You're right. It's the Thousand-armed Avalokitesvara... I didn't know about it beforehand. I really didn't know he might have killed someone!"
Mother Zhou was also afraid that she would be classified as a criminal suspect, so she defended herself by saying, "I was alone with my child at the time, I had no fixed residence, and no money to pay for tuition. He was introduced by a matchmaker, and I saw that he had good conditions, so I wanted to catch him quickly."
"I saw the tattoo on his back the night we got married, and I thought it was just an ordinary tattoo. But a few days later, I heard from neighbors that he was involved in a murder case... Otherwise, he would not have found me, a widow with a deceased husband and a burden..."
"I finally found a place to stay out of the wind and rain. If it were you, you would definitely not be willing to give up. What's more, although Zhiyong is the defendant in the lawsuit, the plaintiff has no evidence at all! I, I will pretend that I have never heard of those things."
Chen Ling: "But your reaction tells me that you know he has killed someone."
Mother Zhou flatly denied it, “I didn’t!”
Chen Ling knew that even if it was true, the woman in front of him would never admit it.
Once he admits it, Tao Zhiyong will not be able to escape imprisonment, and his current safe and comfortable life will be gone.
It doesn’t matter whether you admit it or not, as long as you find out what the amulet on Tao Zhiyong is.
Chen Ling looked at the little boy who was looking at him through the crack in the door, and felt pity for him. He kindly advised, "You have hands and feet, you can definitely go out and find a job to support yourself and your children. Why do you have to rely on Tao Zhiyong?"
Mother Zhou avoided talking about this and only asked, "Little brother, can you reconcile with Zhiyong? I talked to the lawyer today and he said that as long as you tell the police that you are withdrawing the lawsuit and that everything is a misunderstanding, Zhiyong will be able to come out safely."
"I'm sorry, I can't help you." Chen Ling grinned at her, "I'm a person who takes revenge when I have a grudge, and I don't like repaying evil with kindness."
After saying that, he turned and left, leaving behind the angry curses behind him.
After leaving Tao's house, Chen Ling stopped a taxi that had just dropped off a passenger and said, "Master, let's go to Ronggui Community."
The fifty-ninth department among the seventy-two departments is the Soul-Seeking Department, which is responsible for investigating the wronged ghosts and souls of those who were murdered and died unjustly.
After a person dies due to injustice, he or she can register at the Fifty-Nine Departments. The underworld officials will designate the wronged soul to return to the world of the living according to the severity of the harm suffered by the wronged soul to seek revenge on his or her enemies.
There are some regulations on the methods of revenge.
For example, a ghost who died unjustly can use tricks to make the evildoer hang, be crushed to death, fall to death, or commit suicide with a knife, but he cannot directly get his hands stained with blood.
Although Fan Xiaozhou did not report to the 59th Division, he had connections under him! At a critical moment, you don't have to be a fool if you have connections.
Chen Ling took out his cell phone and sent a message to his ancestor in a disgusting tone: Brother Jiang, I'm done with get out of class. Wait for me to get home. I have something important to talk to you about.
After careful consideration, well, it is not flattering enough and it will probably not be easy to please the ancestors.
He exited the message interface, searched the internet for a simple heart-shaped emoticon and sent it over.
I just turned off my phone when the reply came.
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