Chinese students at Hogwarts.

Chapter 220
Zhao Yuanxu?
Zhang Chengdao answered the phone, and not long after, his eyebrows raised.

After hanging up the phone, he waved at Zhang Xiao:

"Son, let's go, Dad will take you to eat!"

Zhang Xiao was peeling the orange peel. Before she could eat the sour orange, just feeling the hard-to-peel texture made her salivate unconsciously.

Hearing this, he immediately threw away the sour oranges, and said overjoyed:

"Really? Didn't you say you can't go to the city to eat?"

Zhang Chengdao changed his shoes again, and stomped his feet on the ground:
"But if you need help on the way, it's okay for the owner to treat you to dinner!

Your Uncle Zhao is the victim, let's go, let's eat the rich! "

The two put on their armored horses again, identified their direction, and walked towards the nearest city.

Wangjiang in Anhui Province is a small county that is not well-known in China. Because the Baota River in the southeast of the city was once the old course of the Yangtze River, you can see the beauty of the river when you climb Boyu Mountain in the city, so it is named "Wangjiang".

As the father and son approached the county seat, they slowed down and dismounted.

"Dad, how did Uncle Zhao know we're here?"

Zhang Xiao asked curiously.

"He asked about our itinerary, and said that a few days ago someone reported to the police that he saw two figures, one tall and one short, running faster than a motorcycle.

The steep mountain road was like walking on flat ground, and I thought I saw a ghost.

As soon as your Uncle Zhao figured it out, it was probably us, so he called to ask. "

Looking at the surrounding environment, Zhang Chengdao suddenly sighed:
"It's completely different from decades ago."

The corners of Zhang Xiao's mouth twitched, the outrageous sense of time in the Taoist sect can easily last for decades.

"By the way, Dad, our Taoist sect cooperates with the higher authorities, right? What's the relationship? Equality or subordinate jurisdiction?"

"Of course it is equality. Otherwise, how could there be a ban on not renewing the life of an official?"

equal?Surprised, Zhang Xiao unconsciously slowed down and fell into thinking.

Since they are equal, how is this equality maintained?
Although my knowledge in this area is not very rich, the consideration may be very shallow.

But the basic sensitivity remains.

The first prerequisite for maintaining equality is that both parties are equal.

There is no doubt that the Taoist sect is very strong, but if the Taoist sect can fully match the state machine, it will look down on the entire huge country.

Just like the Magic Congress of America, they dare not even show their heads, because of the modern society, the power of the entire human race is increasing exponentially.

It is impossible to balance at all. As for the wizarding world, it is fully open, perfect integration and so on.
Just think about it, how is it possible?

If several powerful countries in the world discover the wizarding world.

The greater possibility is to treat it with caution, study and judge strength, look for weaknesses, and try to control.

Instead of communicating in a way of equal dialogue.

Grindelwald was determined to lead the saints to conquer the world when he saw the increasing threat of ordinary people, because he himself was also afraid of the increasingly outrageous force of ordinary people.

Reminds me of what my dad said that day.

So there must be something to maintain the balance.

Is it [Tianting]?

"Xiaoxiao, hurry up, let's go eat first!"

Zhang Chengdao's shout woke him up from his contemplation, and he saw that his father had already run in front of a police "Kuzi".

Whoa!Yangtze River 750!

Zhang Xiao looked at the stupid and square motorcycle, just like looking at some old antique.

Standing next to the motorcycle was a honest-looking middle-aged man who stretched out his hands towards Zhang Chengdao:
"Mr. Zhang, hello, hello, I am Director Zhao's subordinate, just call me Xiao Song.

I'm really sorry, all the cars have been dispatched, so I can only find a car to come over. "

This year is not the era when cars were flooded later. Cars are very expensive now, and it would be nice to have two cars in a bureau.

Zhang Chengdao waved his hand indifferently: "It's a small matter, take us to the cafeteria in the bureau now, and just give me the information."

Xiao Song didn't expect Zhang Chengdao, who seemed to have a lot of background, to be so easy to talk to, so he nodded happily after being stunned for a moment:

"Okay, okay, isn't the cafeteria a bit...Mr. Zhang, why don't we change it?
Although I seldom come to Wangjiang, I know one or two good restaurants. "

Zhang Xiao had already sat directly in the sidecar, and Zhang Chengdao rode the motorcycle skillfully. It looked like he was riding a lot.

Xiao Song had no choice but to keep his mouth shut, and obediently straddled the motorcycle.

The Yangtze River 750 let out a roar and went away with black smoke.

There have been a lot of strange legends suddenly appearing on the small town's stage recently.

Uncle Wang said that when he passed by the stage, he saw Leng Qianyu, a female actress who had been missing for several months, singing on it.

The Huangmei opera sung is still so beautiful.

As the most famous female role in ten miles and eight townships, Leng Qianyu's name is also well-known throughout Wangjiang. She has a good figure, good singing, and a good face, especially her pair of watery eyes.

Shy and timid, she seems to be able to talk. I don't know how many young people regard her as the person in their dreams.

Every time the theatrical troupe opens, there are huge crowds of people, young and old want to come and see Leng Qianyu.

It's just that it was already dark when Uncle Wang passed by the stage, and this Leng Qianyu had been missing for more than three months. When she first disappeared, there was a lot of trouble.

Say anything.

What with holding a big mobile phone, driving Santana's big money and running away.

The boss from Hong Kong fell in love with her and became a mistress and raised her in a bungalow.

There is also something to say that the overseas Chinese who returned to the country were taken abroad.

No matter how the legend goes, it was Leng Qianyu who became the mistress of a rich man.

The men felt dejected, and when they mentioned her, they shook their heads and sighed, only regretting that they were not rich.

The women were in high spirits, spit at the point where they got angry, rubbed them hard with the soles of their shoes a few times, rolled up their sleeves, and cursed shameless, vixen, slutty.

He had already seen that she was not a good person, and made others agree. After scolding, he wiped his mouth, showed a satisfied smile, and went home with a sense of moral superiority over Leng Qianyu.

A few months passed, and after all, few people remembered her.

Only the snotty little kids often miss that pretty sister, and bring themselves some biscuits and hard candy to eat, thinking of her well.

It wasn't until Uncle Wang said that he saw her on the stage that the memories that had just sunk back up again.

It's just that what Uncle Wang said was too scary.

In the middle of the night, Leng Qianyu, who had been missing for several months, was singing on the stage
The villagers who heard about this couldn't help but shuddered, laughing that the uncle must have been alone for a long time and drank too much wine.

Uncle Wang thinks about it too. At that time, he drank less than half a catty of white wine, but he was a little too drunk.

But despite this, everyone still has some hairs in their hearts.

Within a few days, people began to die in the village.

Some people's faces changed.

"Dad, this missing Leng Qianyu has a younger brother? Where is her younger brother?"

Zhang Xiao recalled the information he had seen before, Leng Qianyu's parents died early, and because her parents insisted on having a boy.

The family was poor and white when they were fined for superbirth.

The child was still a fool, and became the laughing stock of the town.

Not two years later, he died in a car accident while going to the provincial capital.

Leng Qianyu, who was just 18 years old, and her 3-year-old brother were left behind.

Thanks to Leng Qianyu's ability to sing and good looks, she was picked up by the theater troupe, so she supported herself and her younger brother.

In some cases, Dad communicated with the person in charge of the case alone.

Zhang Chengdao's tone was a little heavy: "No one thinks of him when he died of starvation. He died of starvation in the small bungalow. It is said that someone once heard his howl in the room.

He thought he was mentally ill, so no one paid attention to him. "

He paused, and said softly: "When a neighbor finally came to see him, he had starved to death for several days, and the one who was found was said to be eating feces from hunger. (Note 1)"

Zhang Xiao stopped and looked at Zhang Chengdao in astonishment.

starving?
How did you starve to death?Are all the neighbors dead?Even after 30 years of so-called indifference, Zhang Xiao feels that neighbors are often full of humanity.

Especially in the three years of being closed, countless people have realized the true meaning of distant relatives not being as good as close neighbors.

Isn't this rustic 90s?how so?
Zhang Chengdao shook his head: "They all insisted that they thought they had an illness, and they also said that Leng Qianyu often leaves early and returns late, and no one knows that she hasn't come back."

This case was just an ordinary disappearance case at the beginning, but several months have passed since Uncle Wang heard someone singing on the stage.

One after another, people responded that they heard the sound of opera on the stage at night

Only the child was safe and sound. After a long period of local investigation, there was no clue at all. There was widespread panic in several nearby towns, and countless people moved away.

Even An Qing, the superior, came here in the first month, but An Qing's people also couldn't find anything.

In this way, the reports were reported step by step, and when they arrived at Zhao Yuanxu's place, there was the scene of calling his father.

The father and son walked forward in silence. The geographical location of Wangjiang is not good, and after some development, the landmark of the whole county is a big turntable.

Except for some factories and government departments, tall buildings are rarely seen.

Even more so in the town they went to.

At the entrance, the doors of every household are closed tightly, with yellow talismans pasted on the doors, and there are traces of burning incense and paper money not far away.

Not even a human figure can be seen.

Zhang Xiao finally couldn't help breaking the somewhat dull atmosphere:

"Dad, in this case, how should we investigate?"

Zhang Chengdao pinched his chin and thought for a moment:
"In the past, it was all about 'seeing, hearing, and asking'. When you go to a place, you will ask the local people about various legends and the like. No matter how bizarre, you can't take it lightly.

Because very likely, that is the truth.

But this is only what ordinary disciples do, your father and me.
I am used to go straight to Huanglong, find the right owner directly, catch it and talk about it! "

Zhang Xiao nodded, smacked for a moment, and suddenly realized: "Ah? Let's talk after you catch it?"

"Of course, the appearance of ghosts is not a normal thing. Most of them will hide something, and they will be wiped out without asking indiscriminately. It's no different from killing people directly.

Generally speaking, in addition to pacifying these things, we also need to understand the cause and effect. If there is any last wish, if it is not too difficult, we can do it. "

Zhang Chengdao looked up at the sky, it was still early, and the sun was shining brightly in the sky.

The sun in July unscrupulously volatilized its own light and heat, shining white around it, and it felt hot even at a glance.

That is to say, father and son are not ordinary people, if ordinary people stand in the sun like this, they really can't bear it.

"Find a place to rest first, and see if anyone can ask. Right now, the yang energy is too strong, and nothing can be found out. Let's wait until the yin and yang are delivered at dusk."

Naturally, Zhang Xiao has no objections. He is not afraid of heat, but it does not mean he likes to bask in the sun.

The two walked for a while, and finally found a canteen that was still open.

It is said that the canteen is actually my own bungalow, with a square opening in the back wall and a sliding bar, so the boss stays at home.

When the door is closed, a piece of small wooden board is stuck into the chute to seal it.

When he came to the front, an old man in his sixties was dozing off by the side wearing a white 'two heels'.

Although there is an old-fashioned 'bat' brand floor fan next to it, but I am reluctant to open it, probably because I feel distressed about the electricity bill.

Just use the cattail fan to fan it once and for all.

Zhang Chengdao tapped lightly on the wooden table:

"Boss, do you have soda?"

The old man opened his sleepy eyes, rubbed them and yawned:

"Yes, orange soda, five points!"

"Do you have Jianlibao?"

The boss immediately cheered up, yo, Jianlibao!
This kind of drink is not easy to sell, especially in a small place like Wangjiang, where few people are willing to spend money to drink such expensive soda.

Big business!
"Yes! Yes!"

The old man hurriedly stood up, walked to a shady place, opened the thick quilt, and revealed a tightly wrapped small wooden box.

With a quick hand, you can almost see afterimages, and quickly took out two bottles of Jianlibao, for fear that the cold would escape.

"Four dollars and fifty cents!"

Expensive, but okay.

Zhang Chengdao gave the money, Jianlibao was not cold anymore, Zhang Xiao secretly tapped it with a magic wand, white frost immediately extended from the surface of the can.

Pulling away Huan Meimei took a sip, and couldn't help hiccupping.

It's also strange to drink, it feels better than the future drink.

Zhang Chengdao has already chatted with the boss:

"I see very few people here, boss, do you still have business here?"

Maybe the boss was very happy because he just sold two bottles of 'exorbitantly priced' drinks, so he was happy to chat with Zhang Chengdao.

Hearing this, he sighed:

"Who says it's not? If you want to talk about our place, there used to be a lot of people, but recently it's always said that it's haunted. After a few people died, many people were scared away.

My business was deserted, and only one person came in half a day.

If it was released before, I could sell a pack of toffee! "

Zhang Chengdao asked in 'surprise':

"Haunted? How many people died? It's so powerful, why don't you run away?"

The boss looked around and confirmed that there was no one around, then stretched his head forward and said in a low voice:
"I'm not afraid because I haven't done anything wrong, and I'm not afraid of ghosts knocking on the door!

Not like them - sorry! "

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1. Monthly ticket 2. Recommendation ticket

　It's not to write a vulgar story, but to bring out a little bit of setting.

　　Note 1 has a prototype

　　
　
(End of this chapter)