Imperial City Investigative Department

Chapter 120 True and False (Part [-])
"I deliberately asked them to leave, so don't pretend." Wu Chen looked around, walked to the steps of the side hall, and sat on the steps.

The crazy old man jumped in front of Wu Chen, knelt down and stared at Wu Chen's face.

Wu Chen also looked at the crazy old man.

This old man's face is full of wrinkles and dirt, only his eyes are clean.

Wu Chen frowned and said, "Leaving me alone is to give you a chance. If I wait for me to go to the backyard, I'm afraid I won't have any good fruit for you."

The old Taoist hopped around Wu Chen like a frog, returned to Wu Chen, and whispered very mysteriously, "There are ghosts in this place."

The afterglow of the setting sun was shining golden on the sky, but it was already dark in the Taoist temple.

Wu Chen smiled and said, "My ability is to communicate with ghosts."

The old Taoist widened his eyes as if he was very frightened and said, "It's scary."

"Are you talking about those people in the back yard who are painting their eyebrows and changing their clothes to pretend to be ghosts?" Wu Chen asked narrowly, staring at the old Taoist.

The old Taoist was stunned for a moment, and wanted to say something more. Wu Chen waved his hand and said, "I dismissed others just to give you a chance to talk about your unspeakable secrets. You have to seize this opportunity and pretend to be crazy. Don't blame me for destroying your Taoist temple." Overturn."

"It's boring!" The old man waved his sleeves, sat next to Wu Chen and asked, "How did you know that?"

"A fool would believe it."

"Hmph, it's been more than ten years, and you're the only one who has noticed that everyone else is a fool? How do you know there are other people in the Taoist temple?"

"I still have some skills that you can't think of. You deliberately let this Taoist temple fail?"

"How can I have this ability? They did many unrighteous things and ran away with a guilty conscience. I didn't do anything wrong, so I am naturally not afraid, but how can I support the Taoist temple with my own strength?"

"What did they do?"

"Murdering for money! When I was young, I watched them deceive pilgrims... Later, when they ran away, someone came to the door. I could only play tricks to scare people away. But in this way, it is difficult for Taoist temples to have more The day of turning around."

"That sounds nice. How have you lived these past ten years?" Wu Chen stood up and walked towards the backyard with his hands behind his back.

The old Taoist hurriedly got up and followed beside him to persuade him: "There are many things to eat on this mountain, and I can count myself as a place to live here. It would be troublesome to leave, but you'd better not go there, leave quickly, this old Jieshan Not everyone can stay."

"Oh? Then I want to try."

"You are still young, don't be self-righteous, just go."

Wu Chen ignored them and went straight to the second courtyard. Seeing the senior two and Xu Dazheng chatting with the three sitting on the ground, Wu Chen smiled and continued walking forward.

The old Taoist hurriedly said: "Since you have seen through it, I admit it. Tell me what you want. Don't go to the backyard."

Wu Chen stood still and asked, "Do you know who killed the five hundred soldiers down the mountain?"

The old Taoist quickly waved his hands and said, "It's not me!"

Wu Chen raised his eyebrows and asked, "Who are you?"

"I'm on the mountain, so far away from the mountain, how do I know who killed it?"

"You don't know, maybe the people in the backyard know." Wu Chen was about to raise his legs and walk forward again, but the old man grabbed his arm and said, "The people in the back are not as easy to talk to as I..."

"Oh? Big Brother and Second Brother, go and get the pretenders here, regardless of death or injury."

Senior Two pointed to the three people on the ground, and Wu Chen said, "If they don't want to live, they can try to run away. I'm going to do it now. I don't guarantee that they will live, but I can guarantee that they will die."

Wu Chen was telling the truth. The sophomore was afraid that the three of them wouldn't understand, so he explained: "He is stronger than the two of us. If he doesn't make a move easily, he will be killed. So you three should just sit here and wait."

The three nodded in unison.

Gao Er and Xu Da just walked towards the backyard. Before reaching the Moon Cave Gate, they saw white clothes fluttering past the Moon Cave Gate. Gao Er and Xu Da stopped in their tracks. Reached?

Wu Cheng naturally saw it, and he asked, "How many did you see?"

"How many?" Senior Two and Xu Da said in unison.

The sophomore said, "Just, just a white one... floated over there, still, is there more?"

Wu Chen immediately regained his energy. He kept thinking that if the five hundred soldiers were obsessed and refused to leave, or if they happened to be seen by ghosts passing by when they committed crimes, the five-color jade case would naturally be much easier, but they have never encountered it. This is good luck tonight!
Wu Chen stepped forward to the Moon Cave Gate, and said with full expectation: "Do you have unfulfilled wishes? Or do you have any grievances? Tell me, and I will settle it for you."

The fluttering white dress flashed past the Moon Cave Gate again, and Wu Chen said impatiently, "Don't flutter, there is a truth in front of you, turn around and let you see it later, don't be scared to death!"

Just as Wu Chen finished speaking, he suddenly took several steps back and said, "You don't need to come over, I can hear you."

Gao Er and Xu Da walked back to the three people on the ground silently. The three people on the ground looked dumbfounded. They all raised their heads and looked at Gao Er with questioning eyes. Gao Er sat beside them and said in a low voice: "Look That's enough, my brothers can see through your fake glances."

The old man was also a little confused. He watched Wu Chen talking in the air, and felt indifferent to his well-dressed white-clothed and green-faced 'ghost'. He couldn't help being terrified.

Wu Chen looked at the blue-faced black-eyed ghost floating in front of him, and said it again patiently. The ghost turned its neck, looked back, and said, "Come out, someone can see us."

Wu Chen took a deep breath, blinked his eyes, and there were several ghosts in front of his eyes, some with pale faces, some with black hair covering their faces and only black pupils, and some with carrion on their faces... Wu Chen subconsciously backed away. Taking the last step, he stared at the ground and asked, "You were all killed by someone?"

"Can you really avenge us?"

"That depends on whether what you said is true. If you were evil people in your lifetime, right? If I help you, wouldn't it be helping the evildoers? So I still need to listen to your stories during your lifetime."

"We are not evil people, but we can't be called good people, but those who design to poison us must be evil people."

Wu Chen asked, "How long have you been dead?"

"Two years."

"Five years."

"Three Years"

"a year and a half"

"Eight months."

……

"They were not killed at the same time. Do you know who the person who killed you is?"

Several ghosts said in unison: "I don't know."

Wu Chen raised his eyebrows, looked at the old man, and seemed to ask again: Did you kill him?
The old man was so frightened by Wu Chen's eyes that he sat paralyzed on the ground.

The three people on the ground had already sat around behind Gao Er at some point, clutching the skirt of Gao Er's clothes tightly.

A few pale faces appeared at the Moon Cave Gate, and they were looking in while holding the edge of the Moon Cave Gate.

　I am very depressed, I have been unable to continue my follow-up reading, and finally the follow-up reading on Tuesday has improved a lot. I mustered up the courage to ask, but it is no different from the usual one. Well, it will not be available again this week. The only remaining Point support collapsed, what to do?
　　How did you start writing a book?It was because of the epidemic, three years of the epidemic, three years of writing, 500 million words, several times I wanted to give up, and I still persisted until today, but it turns out that it is indeed not the material.

　　I once told the readers who scolded me, don’t scold me, the data will punish the author instead of your language.

　　In February, I didn't complain, and I didn't regret it. I tried it and knew that I couldn't do it. Some discomfort is inevitable.

　　After all, it was a wrong payment hahahahaha, cervical spine, lumbar spine, eyesight, hair and obesity... It is impossible to go back to the beginning.

　　I need to think about how this book will be. I still have 10,000+ manuscripts in my hand. I wanted to update it when I wanted to put it on the shelves. Now that I think about it, it’s ironic. This is the first time I have so many manuscripts.

　　Quiet, think about it, and tell you as soon as you think about it, you are the only one I can't let go of.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)