At first, I was a little unsure. After all, it was a bit unreliable to engage in feudal superstitious activities in front of the people's police.

But it’s different now. I’m very confident. No one on the upstairs looked at it. That’s a great opportunity for me!

Half an hour later, the taxi stopped outside Dongfeng Community.

The first time I got off the bus, I saw two police cars parked in the community. Several policemen were standing outside the police car and chatting, looking upstairs from time to time, not knowing what they were looking at.

Zhou Yan gave me a look and signaled not to talk nonsense, and then took me to the two police cars.

Seeing us walking towards the police car, the police standing outside the car suddenly became alert and turned around to look at us a few times. One of the middle-aged policemen walked towards us with great strides.

"Xiao Zhou, who is this young man?" The middle-aged policeman's smile was very friendly, but it gave people a feeling of being arrogant without anger.

Zhou Yan called Uncle Zhang politely, pointed at me and introduced: "Yilin, my college classmate."

"Hello Uncle Zhang." I also called out.

Zhang Liguo asked puzzledly: "What does the question you asked me earlier mean? Is there anyone guarding the scene? Why do you care about this?"

Zhou Yan looked around and leaned over to Zhang Liguo's ear and whispered: "Isn't Luo Dahai's body unmovable? Can my classmate let us move!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Liguo frowned and his eyes immediately rested on me.

Feeling Zhang Liguo's gaze gradually became sharp, and my forehead was sweating. This uncle would not think that I was here to dance to the master...

Although my work is a bit like a dance master, I have real skills...

I haven't started for several years, so I must not have any accidents tonight, otherwise this person would be lost...

While comforting myself, I smiled at Zhang Liguo: "Uncle Zhang, we are not secretly wise, and the body above cannot be moved away. You must have seen something wrong."

Zhang Liguo looked at me with a frown, and his tone became colder: "What are you doing?"

"Sir." I replied, Mr. Yin and Yang are the Taoist priests, and the corpse-driver is the corpse-driver. I belong to the latter.

But this cannot be said explicitly. I told Zhang Liguo that I am a corpse-driver? His next move is probably to raise his hand to suck me.

Compared to Mr. Yin and Yang, the corpse-driver is indeed not very convincing...

Hearing my vague answer, Zhang Liguo probably regarded me as a Taoist priest and had no other moves. He just frowned: "Xiao Zhou usually doesn't do useless work. I'll take you up and take a look."

Zhou Yan patted my shoulder: "Yilin may not be able to solve this problem. Anyway, it's just a try. If things are not done well, Uncle Zhang, don't blame him."

I guess this kid doesn't have much confidence in me, and hearing is false and seeing is true. After all, he has never seen me take action. It is inevitable that he has no confidence in me. Otherwise, could he say that?

"Come on, hurry up and go up, time is precious." I shrugged, not caring about their reactions, just a little helpless.

Is it true that the abilities passed down by our ancestors over thousands of years are superstitious? Or is the sayings of ghosts and gods clearly recorded in ancient books also a story?

There is no wind and no waves.

The ancients were not fools. If they really didn’t have these things, how could they believe them?

Even if there are those stories or records, how many people can truly believe in the sayings of ghosts and gods in the 21st century?

I really understand them. If there were no old men, maybe I would advocate the so-called science just like them and throw all the traditional superstitious culture into the corner.

People have different opinions, and wise people have their own opinions. After all, metaphysics is a bit illusory, and it is normal that few believers are. I really understand it.

"I'll take you up there." Zhang Liguo looked at me, turned around and took me and Zhou Yan into the residential building.

Dongfeng Community is worthy of being one of the most luxurious houses in Guiyang. People who live here are either rich or noble. In Guiyang in 2007, it was an exaggeration to have twenty-eighth floors of residential buildings. It seems that Luo Dahai’s life experience is not ordinary. Otherwise, he would have dreamed if he had a white-collar salary.

The place where the deceased Luo Dahai lives is located in Room 1802 on the 18th floor. Since the police pulled the yellow line and covered it with seals, basically no one dared to lean on this place.

The residents nearby were also unsure. No one dared to go out at night. This is one of the reasons why we did not notice our actions at night.

I don’t want to shoot the gun and quietly enter the village. This famous saying has been implemented by the three of us to the extreme.

"Residents nearby know that the body is still here?" I asked curiously, and Zhang Liguo nodded: "The reason we gave is that we need to maintain the crime scene. The body cannot be moved. This case is difficult to solve. We have to wait for professional people to come and see it."

I smiled, it seemed that the police were very good at covering up these shameful things.

The elevator door rang, and we walked out with ease. No matter how we looked, we didn't look like we were doing good things, but we were quite like thieves entering the house.

Zhang Liguo looked around and saw that the aisle was very quiet, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Speak softly, don't attract the attention of outsiders." Zhang Liguo took out the key and opened the door carefully, but still gave me a little worriedly.

"The sound insulation here is good, don't worry, Uncle Zhang." Zhou Yan comforted him, looked at the room in front of him, and whispered to me: "You can take the lead, let's just look at it."

I was also having a headache at this time. After all, it would be impossible to really use my skills in a while, without making trouble for a few times.

With a lucky mentality, I carefully looked at the thickness of the door and the location of the windows in the house, and felt a sigh of relief.

The windows are all facing the back mountain of the community, and they do not face each other's residential floors, and the thickness of the door is sufficient. It is estimated that it will be impossible for someone to discover it in just a few troubles.

With a bang, Zhang Liguo turned on the light in the living room and gently closed the door.

"Why is this smell so big?" Zhang Liguo frowned and looked around: "The smell was not so strong yesterday."

After Zhang Liguo said this, I realized that there was a very strange smell in the room, which was quite smelly, but not pungent.

Is this the smell of a corpse? It doesn't look like it...it tastes not that fishy...

I frowned and smelled it, and gradually recalled what the old man had taught me in my mind.

At this moment, a name suddenly appeared in my mind. When I thought of this name, my scalp exploded.

This is... Yin Shuo?!! (王机, chou, the fourth tone, is the same pronunciation as stinky. In ancient texts, it means rotten smell, but it is not the case here, it refers to a special odor of yin energy.)

"Where is the body?" I shivered a little, but Zhou Yan and the others didn't pay attention, and pointed to the study on their right: "It's lying inside."

I didn't say anything anymore, and put my backpack on the ground with a ugly expression.

Seeing a glass of water on the table, I reached out and brought it over, then lit the tribute incense I brought, and silently put it into the water cup.

"Open the window and let the smell spread." I buried my head and continued to tinker in my backpack, and shouted to Zhou Yan.

Zhou Yan didn't think much about it, nodded and walked over to open the window in the living room.

The tribute fragrance smell is very strong. Not long after igniting the incense stick, the odor in the house slowly dissipated a little. I guess the smell will basically be replaced by the tribute fragrance smell after waiting for a while.

Zhang Liguo looked at me with the talisman, and he was a little joking: "Why are you burning incense? You want to dance to the great god?"

"Do you know how the deceased died?" I didn't care about his jokes and asked them on my own.

Zhou Yan and Zhang Liguo looked at each other, then looked at me, with doubts in their eyes.

"Do you know how he died?" Zhou Yan asked me.

"The evil ghost rushed over." I replied, buried my head and took out the yellow paper from my backpack and spread it flat on the floor.

This yellow paper is not as small as the yellow paper drawn by ordinary Taoist priests, but rather is quite large. When they are spread out, they look about one square meter.

As I spoke, I tore the yellow paper in half: "The smell we smelled before was not the stench of a corpse."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yan and Zhang Liguo nodded, obviously understanding what I meant. After all, the stinking of corpse is easy to distinguish from the smell we smell.

The stench of corpses is a bit like the fishy smell of animals, but it is even more pungent and unpleasant than that. Basically, people who smell the stench of corpses for the first time have to vomit.

The smell we smelled before was not pungent, just unpleasant, and not fishy, ​​so it is easy to distinguish.

"That's Yin Shu." When I said the word Yin Shu, my face looked a little ugly again.

The old man is a person who loves reading books. Whether it is Taoist classics or ancient metaphysical legends, they are basically within the scope of the old man's love. He has found many ancient books in this area from all over the place and placed them in the inner room of the wreath shop.

Maybe it was brought by him, and I have loved reading books about gods and ghosts since I was a child.

Although my grades in school are not good and my English and mathematics are basically thirty, I have learned these mysterious things surprisingly quickly.

Especially the ancient books I read when I was bored, I remembered them particularly deeply. At least I remembered these things much better than memorizing texts in school.

In my memory, there is a book in those ancient books that seems to be called "Yun Nie Ji", written by a Taoist priest named Yunyouzi in the Song Dynasty, and there are records about Yin Wu.

Although the records of Yin Shu in the book are only a few lines, just a few lines of words are enough to explain the causes and consequences of Yin Shu.

"The evil of gathering yin is caused by this, and the victim's body has yin slaughter and surrounds the beam for three days."

The old man once explained the meaning of this sentence to me.

The evil spirit of gathering yin is an evil ghost. Ordinary yin souls disperse yin but do not gather yin. The only one who can gather yin energy in the body is the evil ghost, and nothing else.

It is caused by this, which means it is caused by this place or in the world of the world.

The victim's body has a slight slaughter, and this sentence is the top priority.

The evil ghosts in reality are completely different from those in novels or movies.

They won't call you like Sadako, or crawl out of the TV, or strangle you face to face, or cut your stomach open and grab your intestines to play.

There are only two ways for evil ghosts to harm people. One is to create illusions for people and make people scare them to death. The second is to meet Luo Dahai and rush to the body!

When rushing behind you, the evil ghost will directly control the human body to harm the living.

People who are killed by evil ghosts will have a scent of yin on their bodies, and the yin will continue to spread out, achieving the effect of circling the beam for three days in the record.

The whole sentence is translated.

The evil ghost is in the world, and the person who is killed by it will have a scent of yin on his body. This smell is not easy to dissipate, and it will continue to linger for three days...
Chapter completed!