Don't pretend, anchor, I've seen you touch the golden talisman!

Chapter 137 The horoscope is not strong enough, I can't hold it (please read more, please vote!)

Sitting in the driver's seat, Wang Qiang took off his sunglasses and marveled at the name on the obituary.

"Fuck, it can't be such a coincidence, can it? Is it the same name?"

Qian Sheng, who was sitting in the back row, didn't understand, so he asked:

"Master Wang, what's going on?"

"Didn't you see the name on the obituary? Zhang Qiuli!"

"Oh!" Qian Sheng suddenly realized.

"Isn't this person the one that Lord Lin mentioned before, the one who sold you Western Zhou clay pots at the ghost market in Xijing?"

"That's right! We were talking about him a while ago, do you think this is the same name?"

Lin Yi looked down the obituary. Judging from Zhang Qiuli's birth and death dates, he was only 36 or [-] years old. He was about the same age as when he first saw him in the ghost market.

Could it really be him?

Full of suspicion, Lin Yi got into the car and began to search from house to house along the village road.

Rural funerals usually set up a funeral shed at the door of the house, and there is a team in charge of the process to take over. As long as you listen to the sound of suona, you can find his home.

Sure enough, after driving through a few intersections, the car found a funeral shed.

The funeral shed is set up at the gate of the courtyard of a rural self-built house.

The door is well-built, with two white Roman columns that have not yet been completed, and a large black iron gate in the middle.

The surrounding farmers have either red iron gates or wooden gates.

The decoration style is also more traditional.

Only their home seemed so out of tune with the decoration style of other homes around it.

Considering that their cars had Beijing plates and it was too ostentatious to go back and forth in this village road, Lin Yi directed Wang Qiang to say:

"Old Wang, don't stop, drive over slowly and have a look."

Wang Qiang controlled the speed of the car and passed by the door with white flags hanging. Except for a few drummers in the funeral shed, he saw no one else.

Through the gap of the iron gate, one glimpsed the mourning hall arranged in the courtyard.

The person in the huge black-and-white photo placed in the center is not the Zhang Qiuli I saw that night at the Xijing Ghost Market, who else could it be!

Lin Yi and Wang Qiang looked at each other, feeling a little unbelievable.

"Would you like to go down and have a look?"

Wang Qiang suggested.

"Look what, hurry up!"

As soon as Lin Yi patted his leg, Wang Qiang stepped on the accelerator without knowing it, and quickly drove away from the village road.

"Where do we go next?"

Lin Yi flipped through his phone and replied without raising his head:
"Our license plate is too conspicuous. Go back to the hotel and save our car, and rent a car with a local number plate before coming here."

After speaking, the three immediately drove back to the hotel.

"Why do you think this happened so coincidentally? A few days ago, I was talking about finding out the whereabouts of this person, and then I picked a leak from him. I met here today."

"Isn't this a sign of bad luck? Let's meet if you meet, even if you meet someone alive."

While talking, there was a rapid knock on the door.

Lin Yi immediately became alert.

"Who is it?"

"It's from the Public Security Bureau."

The three looked at each other at the same time.

Why did the police station come to you suddenly?
"Don't panic, hold on, we didn't do anything, open the door and see what's going on!"

Lin Yi gestured to them both.

He stepped forward and opened the door, and there were two people in police uniforms standing outside the door. When they met, they first showed their IDs to verify their authenticity.

"We are from the County Public Security Bureau, come over to investigate, take out your IDs, and cooperate with us in our work!"

The three of them took out their ID cards respectively.

The other party took his ID card and checked it on the instrument. After comparing it with the person himself, he also checked Lin Yi's monkey-raising certificate. After confirming that it was correct, he handed it back to them one by one.

"What are you mainly doing here?"

"We're here to travel."

The police looked around and found nothing suspicious.

"Welcome to travel to the birthplace of our Zhou culture. I hope you will abide by the laws and regulations, pay attention to safety, and have a safe journey!"

After speaking, he saluted and left.

"It's not right, Lao Lin, it's not right! We just arrived last night, and we went out for a walk today, and Shu Shu came to the door? We won't be targeted long ago, right?"

Lin Yi shook his head.

"It shouldn't be possible."

At this moment, a news broadcast from the local TV station came from the TV in the room:
"The police report:

Regarding the rumors of some residents, seven villagers in Zhangjia Village in this county, including Zhang Mouning, Zhang Mouqiang, Zhang Moujun, Zhang Moucheng, Zhang Mouwu, Zhang Moucai, and Zhang Mouli, died strangely one after another.

After being appraised by the Criminal Investigation Brigade of the Municipal Bureau and the city's forensic medical professionals, the seven people died of illness, not homicide, vendetta or other feudal superstitions as rumored.

The general public is requested not to believe or spread rumors, and to maintain normal work and life order. "

The three of them looked at each other, and they understood instantly.

Seven people died one after another in this village, no wonder Shushu came looking for them as soon as their car showed up in Zhangjia Village.

It seems that this is not a small matter!
"Master Lin, do you think this kid dug up something that shouldn't be touched?"

Qian Sheng's words reminded Lin Yi.

Combined with the few clay pots he was going to sell in the ghost market, maybe this guy really took them out.

"It's a pity, this kid's horoscope is not strong enough, he can't hold it. Seven lives, let's take part in less, quickly help Boss Zhou choose a private house, take the money and leave."

The three hit it off.

In order not to be so ostentatious, I went to the car rental company again in the afternoon, rented a local license plate off-road vehicle, and continued to wander around the elder brother area around the county.

To say that there are indeed many places with good Fengshui.

But those places are not suitable for burial.

Following the guidance of the compass, after looking for it, the car drove into the north hillside.

As soon as he drove into a ravine, the compass in Lin Yi's hand began to shake violently.

"Old Wang, stop!"

Wang Qiang slammed on the brakes, and the car stopped in the middle of the slope.

"This place is a bit evil! Look at this compass!"

The two looked down, and the pointer on the compass seemed to be pulled by some invisible force, trying to make it deviate from its own track.

"Go, go up to this ditch and have a look!"

Lin Yi picked up the compass, took a few steps back, and dashed forward, stepping on the dirt by the side of the ditch and rushing to the top.

Wang Qiang and Qian Sheng could only trot all the way around from the side.

This is the waist of the entire north hillside, with a panoramic view of the entire county, surrounded by layers of farmland, and there are many tombs standing in the distance.

"There are not many kanyu formulas, looking for the dragon and recognizing the ancestors, looking at the sharp circle. The list of accounts is too many to fall, and the hall downstairs is resigned to the peaks and mountains.

Buckling and looping, high and low, concave in the middle, calm and high around, this is really a rare land of auspiciousness! "

"From what you mean, is this considered to be found?"

"That's it! No matter what other people his boss Zhou finds think about it, I'm sure it's this!"

While the three of them were talking, they heard a siren below, and a voice came from the loudspeaker:
"What are you three doing? Come down for me!"

(End of this chapter)