Old Man Dong lit a cigarette and said, "I said this about nine years ago... Yes, nine years ago, a woman suddenly came to the fortune-telling street and asked everyone she met if she could protect her child from the Yin-Yang eyes."
"Don't even mention that none of the dozens of people in the fortune-telling street had the ability to do this job. Even if they did, they wouldn't dare to take it! The woman was so anxious that she almost cried."
Even among those in the art of magic, few people are willing to take on the task of covering their Yin-Yang eyes.
There is a saying in the art of magic: God gave a person a bowl of rice to eat, so that the boy can understand yin and yang and distinguish ghosts and gods since childhood. This kind of person is born to be a magician. If someone covers his yin and yang eyes for him, it is equivalent to helping him avoid disaster for a lifetime, and he will definitely suffer retribution.
Because, once a sorcerer enters the profession, he will be entangled with ghosts for half his life, and it is difficult to predict whether he will be blessed or dead. Covering the eyes is equivalent to erasing the sorcerer, and then God will give the person who covers his eyes to do what he should do.
Therefore, when a true master of magic encounters someone who is born with the ability to see ghosts, he will either guide him into the door or pretend that he knows nothing, and rarely will he cover someone's eyes.
People who don’t know much about fortune-telling cannot take the call, and those who know about it don’t dare to take the call because they don’t have the ability to do so.
Old Dong continued, "The woman went around the streets for several times, but she still didn't give up. She came to the fortune-telling street almost every day to ask for help. At that time, many people avoided her, and some people advised her to give up, but the woman didn't listen and still came every day."
At this point, the boss suddenly changed the subject and said, "By the way, when that woman came to look for someone, another person came and handed us money one by one. He also told us that the woman was crazy and we must not go crazy with her. If anything happened to her, he would hold us responsible."
Lao Du was so angry that veins popped out of his forehead: "Who is the person who gave out the money?"
Old Dong said, "Someone knows him. They say he's a painter in the city. His name is Yang."
"Fuck him!" When Lao Du gritted his teeth, Xie Wanhua grabbed Lao Du's arm and signaled Lao Du not to be impulsive.
Old Dong pretended not to see Old Du's outburst and continued, "Later, a scoundrel on the street set his sights on that woman. He went straight to her and said he could cover her child's eyes. He cheated her out of a lot of money..."
Lao Du gritted his teeth and said, "Didn't anyone remind you at that time?"
Old Dong glanced at Lao Du and said, "You don't understand the rules of our business, do you? It's a taboo to block someone's financial path. Besides, that kid didn't get anything good in the end."
After I signaled Lao Du to stop talking, Old Man Dong continued, "That guy relied on his backing to swindle people out of their money and was hanging around in the fortune-telling street. A few days later, that woman came looking for him and said that her husband was a policeman."
"That guy didn't take it seriously and insulted the woman. Unexpectedly, that woman came with the police that afternoon, and the leader was the district chief."
When I looked at Lao Du, he nodded and said, "The director of this branch is my comrade-in-arms. Our two families are very close."
Old Dong looked at Old Du in confusion before continuing, "Those policemen arrested the boy without saying a word and kept him for more than ten days before releasing him. When the boy came back, we asked him what happened."
"That guy didn't say anything at first, but he confessed the truth after he got drunk. The money he cheated was enough to sentence him, and he cheated the families of police officers. How can he get away with it after being put in jail?"
"The guy was really out of ideas, so he told the woman that he knew an expert who could definitely help her cover the child's eyes, but the woman had to go to him and beg him herself. The woman probably had no other options, so she actually believed him this time."
"Later, the woman went to the branch chief and said she didn't want to pursue the matter any more. However, the branch didn't intend to let the guy go easily. They detained him for almost half a month before releasing him. After that, the woman never came again."
I immediately asked, "Who was the person that boy introduced?"
Old Dong said, "At that time, I was also very curious. In this area of Sanxi, all the people who make a living hang out in fortune-telling street. How come I have never heard of such a great Bodhisattva?"
"At that time, even though the boy was drunk, he would never tell us who that person was. He said yes because he was afraid that he would reveal the person's secrets and be killed by him."
"I asked him at the time, 'Why weren't you afraid of being killed when you told that woman to find someone?' The guy said that if he didn't give that person away, the police wouldn't let him off, so he had no choice but to reveal that person's background."
"We all thought he was just talking nonsense at the time and no one took it seriously. The incident just passed like that."
Without waiting for me to speak, Lao Du asked anxiously, "Who is that guy you are talking about, and where is he now?"
"Dead!" said Old Man Dong. "He died not long after the incident. I heard that his death was very strange. At that time, someone saw the boy wandering in the middle of the road in the middle of the night, as if he was waiting for a car to hit him."
"Later, a large trailer really came. The trailer had slowed down and kept honking its horn, but who would have thought that the kid would crash into the front of the trailer and die on the spot. I heard that his penis was crushed out at that time."
The person is dead!
I frowned and looked at Lao Du, who said in a deep voice, "What's that person's name?"
Old Dong thought for a long time before saying, "I think his name is Yu Xiuhui, I'm not sure... People who know him call him Xiao Taozi."
"Thank you!" Lao Du thanked us and took us to the police station. It didn't take long for the police to find Xiao Taozi's information. The man's name was indeed Yu Xiuhui. When he was alive, he was a gangster in this area. He did all kinds of things, but his main business was stealing.
Monk Shi held up the information and said, "How can such a person contact a master of magic? Could that person be his relative?"
"Probably not." I shook my head. "If they were really related, Yu Xiuhui wouldn't have died inexplicably. According to Old Man Dong, he might have been possessed by a ghost and crashed the car. I think it's more likely that the sorcerer did it."
Lao Du flipped through the information and said, "I think that since Yu Xiuhui is a thief, it is more likely that he accidentally encountered the sorcerer while stealing."
Monk Shi retorted, "Then why didn't the sorcerer kill him then?"
"Because keeping him is useful." Lao Du said, "Although I am a policeman, I have to say that it might be more effective to let those hooligans do some things. I'll go check on Yu Xiuhui."
After hanging up several calls, Lao Du said, "We found out. The police station said that when Yu Xiuhui was alive, he often moved around Wutong Street."
Lao Du pulled out a map from his phone and drew a circle with his hand: "About this location... I'll immediately ask someone to check if there are any suspicious southerners there."
Lao Du continued, "Those thieves usually have their own territories and rarely go to other people's places to steal. Moreover, if they want to do something outside their territories, it may not work. I guess that person should be within the range where Yu Xiuhui was active when he was alive."
I said in a deep voice: "How long will it take you to find the suspicious person?"
Lao Du shook his head and said, "It's hard to say. It's easy to check those with criminal records, but it's more difficult to check the residents, especially the floating population. It's even more difficult. More than eight years have passed. Who can be sure whether that person is still in Wutong Street?"
I thought about it and said, "Well, you take me to Wutong Street, preferably to a tall building. Once I know the range, I'll try to figure it out."
Lao Du's eyes lit up: "Wutong Street is not far from here, let's go."
After all this trouble, it was almost night, and when Lao Du drove to Wutong Street, it was already dark. Lao Du's navigation system became confused at this time, and our car also circled around a road.
I noticed that the car passed the same building twice and immediately turned around and asked, "Lao Du, what's going on?"
"I don't know either. The car seems unable to drive out..." Cold sweat also broke out on Lao Du's forehead.
"Stop the car. I'll go down and take a look." Shi Heshang jumped out of the car, first pulled out two pieces of iron rods from his back, twisted the two rods together with both hands, then pulled out a string of copper bells from his body, put them on the top of the iron rods, held up the iron rod with one hand and stood in front of the car: "Drive slowly, follow me."
Although Monk Shi was striding forward, the copper bell on his stick did not move at all, and did not even make a sound. It seemed that the string of bells on his stick should be some kind of magic weapon similar to the money for exorcising ghosts.
When Monk Shi had walked about fifty meters, the copper bell on his stick suddenly rang. At first, the copper bell trembled slightly, but later, it made a sharp and piercing sound.
Monk Shi shouted, "Here they come! Wu Zhao, keep an eye on the car." He then stood in front of the car holding a copper bell.
After a short moment, the copper bell that was originally hanging on Shi Heshang's stick suddenly rose up, as if it was pulled horizontally in the air by some force and trembled violently, and the red rope that pulled the copper bell also swung in the air. Shi Heshang's copper bell should be able to indicate the direction of the ghost's attack.
I couldn't help but stare at the bells, and the string of copper bells began to move slowly towards the car's cab - which direction was the ghost coming from
I secretly said "not good". I was sitting in the passenger seat, and the direction indicated by the bell was the most unfavorable for me to make a move.
Monk Shi moved his feet slightly and leaned towards Lao Du. At this moment, the copper bell in his hand suddenly rose back, and the center of the bell pointed directly at the windshield of the car.
Tongling is definitely not referring to me and Lao Du, so it can only be Xie Wanhua who is sitting in the back row. (To be continued)