"However, the Black Concubine was not favored by the Emperor after all, and was eventually beaten to death by the Emperor himself in a harem dispute. The Emperor did not allow the Black Concubine to enter the imperial mausoleum, so her body was sent back to her hometown for burial. Today, there is a village near the Songhua River called Dayutang, which is the Black Concubine's hometown."
"This legend is actually very vague. The legend does not mention the surname of the Black Concubine, nor does it mention which emperor took the concubine. More importantly, the Qing Dynasty from Nurhaci to Fulin were either emperors on horseback who fought in many battles or were love-struck. Especially Nurhaci and Huang Taiji, who spent their entire lives in the Northeast, would never build a fish-watching platform for a concubine."
At this time, a policeman couldn't help but say: "But I did hear that there is a fish-watching platform upstream of the Taizi River!"
I shook my head and said, "Wen Xin wanted to use this diary to get us to Guanyutai because he wanted to get away. And I'm sure Wen Xin is not dead."
"Not dead? Impossible!" Lao Du subconsciously retorted, "I clearly checked..."
I waved my hand and said, "From the perspective of criminal investigation, your judgment is reasonable and well-founded, but you don't understand the art of war."
"I have to say that the old man not only calculated everyone's reactions, but he also anticipated that we would go to Wen Xin to confiscate his vajra in the name of investigating the trafficking of cultural relics, so he was able to escape right under our noses."
"I guess Wenxin and Gu Laotou performed a play not long after he entered the house. The conversation we heard was not between Wenxin and Gu Laotou, but Gu Laotou writing and performing it himself."
Lao Du was surprised and asked, "He can use ventriloquism? What's going on with Wenxin?"
"It's either ventriloquism or ventriloquism." I said in a deep voice, "If my guess is correct, Wen Xin should have figured out that Gu Lao Tou is from Rumor Sect, so he was able to complete the transaction with Gu Lao Tou in such a short time."
Lao Du said in a deep voice: "Are you saying that Wen Xin is a warlock himself?"
"Even if he's not a genuine sorcerer, he probably has some connection with sorcerers." I continued, "But the old man didn't do his best with Wen Xin's case, or rather, he didn't have the time to help him cover it up perfectly. He exposed the secret of Wen Xin's fake death almost immediately. Because the rule of Rumor Sect is 'lie but don't kill'."
I continued, "I guess the old man had been planning to escape a long time ago, and you just happened to find him out. Wen Xin entered a state of suspended animation, probably because he took the life and death powder of the Rumor Sect. That kind of medicine is what the people of the Rumor Sect use to pretend to be dead, but the premise of pretending to be dead is to ensure that the opponent will not kill the corpse to vent his anger."
"The old man should have prepared the Life and Death Powder a long time ago, but he never dared to use it. I heard that now when a prisoner dies in prison, he must undergo a forensic autopsy to prove that it was a natural death. The old man has no choice after taking the Life and Death Powder. He can only bet that the forensic doctor will not perform an autopsy right away, otherwise, he will be directly disemboweled and his fake death will become real death. This time we get him out, isn't it just a convenience for him?"
Lao Du nodded and said, "That's exactly what happened!"
While we were talking, I suddenly saw the door of Wenxin's house move.
"Wenxin?"
Lao Du reached out and picked up the telescope and looked in the direction of Wenxin's villa: "Is that person behind the door Wenxin?"
I also saw that the door of Wenxin's house was pushed open a little. The light slanting in from inside the room dragged half a human figure out from the door. At first glance, it looked like someone was hiding at the door and peeking at the movements in the yard, but the figure on the ground could only reflect a human leg, but not his head.
I whispered, "I'm not sure yet, let's see what he wants to do."
Wen Xin is a cunning prey. He dares to bargain with ghosts and gods, which also shows that he is not a person who is willing to sit and wait for death, so he will definitely find a way to escape.
I said in a deep voice: "Lao Du, notify the people at the back door. If they see anything unusual, notify me immediately!"
When Lao Du was notifying his companions guarding the back door, I suddenly said in a deep voice, "Something is coming. Tell them to be careful and don't get close to the wall."
As I was talking, I saw a figure quietly climbing down from the osmanthus tree where a deep pit had been dug during the day. The man was not very tall, and there was no hair on his head, only a bald skin. He put his hands on the tree trunk and slowly moved down to the ground.
When I cast my eyes towards the figure, he seemed to have noticed someone watching him from behind, and immediately raised his head to look towards us. In just a moment, I saw a pair of blood-red eyes in the telescope.
The moment the other person's blood-soaked eyes stared at me, I felt a chill involuntarily, as if the temperature around me dropped to freezing point in an instant, so cold that it chilled my heart. But I still held the telescope and stared at the other person coldly without giving in.
At this moment, there was a knock on the door. Xiao Li, who was guarding the door, turned around suddenly and shouted subconsciously, "Who?"
"The delivery man." Although the man outside didn't speak loudly, it was loud enough for everyone to hear what he was doing.
Lao Du's face suddenly changed, and he reached out and pulled out his gun: "I'll go take a look."
"Don't open the door!" I said to the other party without turning my head, but Lao Du had already rushed to the door: "We didn't order takeout, you've come to the wrong place."
The man said in a deep voice: "Someone ordered it for you. The order has been placed. Please take it."
Lao Du leaned against the wall and said in a deep voice, "Who ordered takeout for us?"
The man said slowly: "He said his name is Chen Liu. If I tell you, you will know."
"What?" Xiao Li couldn't help but shout out.
Chen Liu’s body is now at the autopsy center. Will he order takeout
Lao Du said in a deep voice: "We don't know Chen Liu, you can go back!"
The man chuckled and said, "Impossible. I have the customer's order here, and the change. Why don't you give Chen Liu a call? If he says he won't deliver it, I'll take it right away."
Xiao Li shouted: "We don't know Chen Liu!"
The man outside ignored Xiao Li and said, "Look, this is the phone number he left, and here's the change for you."
Suddenly I heard Xiao Li shout, "Why are you stuffing paper money under the door?"
I quickly turned back to look at the door, and sure enough, I saw someone stuffing a brand new paper money into the room through the crack under the door. There was no wind in the room, but the paper money under the door seemed to be blown by the wind, flipping up and down. The image of the King of Hell on the paper money appeared and disappeared, and the strange cold light in his eyes seemed to move back and forth with the figures of Xiao Li and the others.
"Who? Who is playing tricks outside?" Xiao Li could no longer bear the stimulation. He collapsed mentally in an instant. He pulled out his gun and fired a shot at the door.
"Don't shoot..."
"Look at those eyes!"
Lao Du's roar and Xiao Li's screams sounded almost simultaneously, and I also saw a bloody pupil on the cracked door. At first glance, it looked like a person with blood in his eyes was lying on the door, staring at Xiao Li through the crack.
"There's a ghost! There's a ghost outside!" Xiao Li screamed and was about to shoot again, but Lao Du held his arm.
At this moment, I suddenly woke up and turned to look in the direction of Wenxin Villa.
The ghost hanging upside down on the tree disappeared, the door of Wenxin's house was tightly closed, and all the lights on the first floor were turned off, making it pitch dark.
Oh no! The ghost suddenly knocked on the door just to divert my attention and control Wen Xin.
I grabbed the stool next to me and smashed it against the window, then jumped out of the broken glass window.
When Lao Du saw me flying out, he was startled: "This is the third floor!"
Before Lao Du finished speaking, I had already fallen from the window. I was in mid-air, and I kicked the wall hard. My body moved forward a little, slowing down my falling speed, and landed on my feet downstairs.
I rushed across the street without waiting for my body to fully stabilize itself.
Our surveillance point was only separated from Wenxin's home by a road, so it wouldn't take much time to get there. But as soon as I reached the middle of the road, I saw the gate of Wenxin's villa slowly open, and a layer of rolling fog suddenly rose from the distance from the gate to the entrance of the villa.
The misty fog connected the Feng Shui secret layout in the Wenxin Villa into one, and the original fortune-making layout instantly turned into a disaster-making layout.
Things in the world are always positive and negative, good and bad, especially in Feng Shui. Many people will arrange Feng Shui by themselves, but what they don’t know is that the slightest mistake in Feng Shui can easily lead to a huge error, which will not only fail to achieve the goal, but also easily lead to disaster.
This is the case with the game at Wenxin's house. With a slight change, it could turn into a bad game that is good enough to protect the owner.
The white mist that appeared out of nowhere was just across the middle of the gate, connecting Wen Xin's backing structure and evil-dispelling structure from beginning to end. When the two were combined into one, it became "White Dragon in Charge".
If I go any further, I might run into some danger.
When I subconsciously stopped, Lao Du and Xiao Li had already caught up with me from behind. Lao Du was not seriously injured, but Xiao Li was limping, and it seemed that he had injured his foot when he jumped off the building.
The first thing Lao Du said was: "Why don't you go in?"
Without even turning my head, I said, "There's a white dragon in the way ahead, I'm looking for the dragon head."
The allusion of "white dragon in power" comes from "Emperor Gaozu of Han Dynasty killed the white snake and started an uprising". To break this feng shui situation, we must cut off the white with the red, and cut off the dragon head. However, now I can only see the dragon's body turning over, but I don't know which side is the dragon head.
Sometimes, choosing between two options is the most difficult choice. The 50% choice often makes people regret the most and dare not easily resign themselves to fate. Besides, I am not the only one gambling now. (To be continued)