"Hey?"
Zhang Yiping picked up the phone, and it turned out to be Su Lan.
"Hey, Pingping!"
Wei Fuyuan heard Su Lan's voice through Zhang Yiping's ears.
The girl's tone was brisk, her voice was crisp, full of joy and vitality, and she was completely different from the tired and uneasy Su Lan they encountered later.
"Um."
Zhang Yiping responded in a low voice, with a muffled nasal tone, because she cried bitterly after receiving the test results, and she hadn't fully recovered.
Su Lan noticed something was wrong with her best friend:
"What's the matter with you? Does your voice sound dull?"
Due to some complicated emotions Wei Fuyuan could not understand, Zhang Yiping did not tell Su Lan that he was sick.
"I seem to have a cold, maybe the air conditioner is blowing too much."
She naturally digressed:
"What's wrong with you calling me, Xiaolan?"
Su Lan was immersed in the happiness of the upcoming wedding, and was easily fooled by Zhang Yiping's words that she had caught a cold from the air conditioner.
"That's it, Pingping, you know I want to have an English wedding, right?"
She said:
"Something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue, now my old new and blue are ready..."
Su Lan paused, and in a pleading tone, tentatively asked:
"So, can I ask you to borrow a piece of jewelry?"
"… "
Zhang Yiping was silent.
Wei Fuyuan could clearly feel that the woman's mood changed drastically at this moment.
At the same time, Wei Fuyuan heard a voice - not what he heard with his ears, but as if someone was speaking directly in his mind.
Unlike most people's heart sounds, it was not Zhang Yiping's own voice, but belonged to a strange man.
The voice was low and hoarse, like an old man.
"He" said to Zhang Yiping:
[As long as she dies, you can live.]
Under normal circumstances, people should be very frightened if a stranger is talking in their head.
But Zhang Yiping was not afraid.
Wei Fuyuan did not capture any emotions related to "fear" from her emotions.
Her mind seemed to be completely attracted by that voice.
- As long as she dies, you can live.
"… Pingping?"
It seems that because Zhang Yiping has been silent for too long, Su Lan said again on the phone:
"Actually, you don't need any expensive accessories! Don't you have a few pairs of earrings? Just lend me a pair."
Zhang Yiping took a deep breath silently, trying to make her voice sound as usual:
"...you mean, ask me to borrow jewelry...to wear at the wedding?"
Su Lan didn't hear the flaw at all, and complained with a smile:
"You really didn't listen to me seriously! That's right, I want to borrow a piece of jewelry from you to get enough of my 'borrow'!"
"… it is good."
Zhang Yiping answered in a very calm tone. If it weren't for Wei Fuyuan's empathy with her, he would not have been able to hear the real emotions in her heart like a stormy sea.
"Then I'll come to you tomorrow with something."
"Hey?"
Su Lan was shocked: "Will this bother you too much? Otherwise, let me come and find you!"
Zhang Yiping raised his lips and smiled, "No trouble, I just happened to be on the way after get off work."
Through her eyes, Wei Fuyuan saw the woman with a cold smile in the mirror.
After hanging up the phone, Zhang Yiping was very calm.
She first took out the jewelry box containing the bracelet from the drawer, then unfolded the letter and carefully read the contents three times.
Then Zhang Yiping sent a message in the company's WeChat group, saying that she was going to resign and would not come to work tomorrow.
Then she didn't care how the manager jumped, she just quit the group, and pulled all her colleagues into the blacklist.
After doing all of this, she opened the jewelry box, carefully took out the gold leisin auspicious cloud pattern Dongzhu bracelet, then pulled out the nail clippers, cut the skin of the left index finger, and smeared her own blood on the pearls.
The dark red blood beads disappeared as soon as they touched the pearls.
It was as if the blood drop was sucked in by the bright and clean Dongzhu.
Zhang Yiping looked at this abnormal phenomenon, instead of feeling scared, she laughed again.
"Haha...hahaha..."
She smiled as she slipped the bracelet onto her left wrist.
"As long as she's dead... as long as she's dead..."
Zhang Yiping murmured and repeated this sentence:
"As soon as she dies..."
[Yes.]
The deep male voice spoke again:
[As long as she dies, you can live...]
…
…
Wei Fuyuan suddenly opened his eyes and faced Shang Beiquan's smiling gaze.
"North Spring!"
He rolled over and sat up, "I know where the ghost is!"
Wei Fuyuan turned his head sharply, looked at Zhang Yiping, who was still unconscious on the bed, and pointed at her, "The ghost is on her!"
Beiquan also stood up and smiled at Wei Fuyuan, "You're right."
In his eyes, he clearly "saw" two halos.
Zhang Yiping is seriously ill, and her yang energy is much weaker than that of healthy people. Therefore, in Beiquan's perception, her "Qi" was a dull, dull yellow, and her brows were vaguely covered with a layer of blue-grey unique to people who were dying soon.
And behind the girl, there was another group of black air, it was the ghost they had been unable to find.
Beiquan flicked his wrist and transformed into the Vientiane Pen.
"Okay, let's seal it first, and we'll talk about the rest later."
&&& &&& &&&
About ten minutes later, Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan came out of Zhang Yiping's room.
There was no one in the corridor, and no one cared that they had been in and out of Zhang Yiping's room.
Beiquan just put the ghost attached to Zhang Yiping into the fascination banner, and then returned the gold bracelet to her.
Wei Fuyuan turned back and glanced at the low-rent housing behind him:
"Is that all right? Leave her alone?"
"Do you think you are Duke Bao, who is still trying to judge the yang and the yin every day."
Beiquan glanced at Wei Fuyuan with a smile:
"Our job is to find and seal the evil spirits. As for the grievances and grievances between living people, let them solve it themselves."
Wei Fuyuan nodded depressedly.
Although he felt a little unwilling to let go of the culprit like this, as Beiquan said, first of all, they are not law enforcement officers, no matter whether it is a murder or a murder, they can't go beyond the law and do whatever they want with the other party.
What's more, there is no law that can control Zhang Yiping's use of a gold bracelet to "change his life" with Su Lan, and this kind of strange and chaotic thing, even social conscience or public opinion can't do anything, except to make the victim dumb. Eating huanglian, I can only hold myself back, as if there is no other way.
Wei Fuyuan is at the age of strong vigor and juvenile spirit. It's not that he never thought of giving some punishment to these guys who use sorcery to harm people like the messengers of justice in superhero movies. But he knew Beiquan's character, so he didn't even dare to mention it.
But he thought about it for a second, and felt a little relieved.
Zhang Yiping's life change was unsuccessful, and the golden bracelet had expired. She was still a poor person who was terminally ill and could not live for long.
The poor man must have something to hate, and this can be regarded as her retribution.
At this time, Wei Fuyuan's cell phone rang, and the call was from Jiang Nan'an.
Wei Fuyuan handed the phone to Beiquan.
During the phone call, Jiang Nan'an began to report on his situation in a ramble.
He told Beiquan that Su Lan's hand and tail had been dealt with, and her husband Cai Mingjian's injury was very stable. If there were no accidents, he would be discharged from the hospital tomorrow.
The Su family also donated a total of 300,000 incense money to the Yue Girl Niang Temple on Yueling Mountain, which was used to repair the side hall in the backyard and reshape the golden statues of the boy and girl.
"very good."
Beiquan replied with a smile:
"Since the matter has been dealt with, you should return to Fengxing as soon as possible."
"As soon as possible? It's only Sunday. It's still early for Thursday night, isn't it?"
Jiang Nan'an on the other end of the phone decisively captured the key words in Beiquan's words:
"Do you have any other arrangements, Beiquan?"
"Yes, because I want to ask you to come back and look after the 'Santuchuan'."
Beiquan turned to look at Wei Fuyuan, smiled at him, and replied:
"Me and Xiaowei have to go somewhere else."
The author has something to say: the case is done!
In the next update, a new dungeon will be opened. Beiquan will bring Xiaowei back to her parents' house to meet the master~