I have a weird dynasty

Chapter 276 Connection (please vote for me)

In the official chat group, in addition to the group owner [Bigenzhe], there are other members with various nicknames. The messages they sent were all the words "scary" and "not scary", as if they were voting on other people's stories.

In the middle of the chat record is the story written by the researcher. Sang Que took it to Sang Wan and read it with his mother.

[At night, in an abandoned temple, a man is looking for someone. Thinking of the nearly 1,000 dead babies found in this temple, the man is very nervous. There is a knocking sound, and the man follows the sound to find the woman who fell into the well. The woman asks for help, and the man lies down and reaches out to grab the woman's hand, which is very cold.

The man was about to exert force when he suddenly heard a baby crying. He was distracted and found himself at the bottom of a well. He was surrounded by neatly stacked white cloth bags that were shaking and making the sound of a baby crying. The man and the woman had strangely exchanged positions, and he was still holding the woman's hand.

The next moment, the woman shook off the man's hand, said "I'm sorry", turned around and disappeared, the woman pressed her inexplicably bulging belly, and ran out of the temple. There was always a child's voice in her ears, calling affectionately, "Mom..."]

The story is this long. The man in the story is Zheng Xuan, and the woman must be the best friend of the Chinese girl they met in the hotel.

In order to fit the tone of the horror story, the ending was definitely written like this out of helplessness. At least, the two people in the story did not die, and the institute would definitely help deal with the girl who was haunted by the baby's soul.

And the implicit logic of this story is that the next person will appear and replace Zheng Xuan in the well, so that Zheng Xuan can leave with the baby's soul. Then, there is a high probability that Zheng Xuan is alive before the next person finds Zheng Xuan.

Sang Wan took all the information and read it again.

Sang Que had a conversation with Zheng Wujun, and he had a somewhat negative attitude towards whether or not Zheng Xuan could be found.

If it were on the land of China, the Zheng family could have many ways to track Zheng Xuan's location, but in Southeast Asia, China's means would be greatly reduced.

A few hours later, the plane landed in the Nanyang capital. The three of them pushed their luggage out of the airport and were hit by the heat wave.

Nanyang belongs to the tropics. In Yucheng in February, Sangque and Sangwan still had to wear down jackets, but here, they just changed into short sleeves. The temperature is always above 30 degrees.

Most people coming out of the airport changed into Nanyang-style floral shirts, straw hats and sunglasses in the changing rooms. There were also people dancing in Nanyang-style dance costumes in the airport. Posters of coconut trees, golden-roofed temples and elephants could be seen everywhere.

A young woman with short hair, sunglasses, a vest and work pants, and tanned skin leaned against an SUV on the side of the road, looking around.

It’s Wu Cheng from the research institute’s mobile team. She posted a photo this morning wearing this outfit.

"Hello, I'm Sangque."

Sang Que walked over to say hello. The woman took off her sunglasses and looked at him from head to toe. Then she looked at Sang Wan and Zheng Wujun who was carrying a box in the back. She couldn't help but say, "You really look like a family. Get in the car."

The fact that Ye Changqing allowed Sang Que, a minor, to come here definitely shows that Sang Que has special abilities. Wu Cheng is not stupid enough to look down on others just because of their age.

In their research institute, there is also an autistic child who is only six years old and has a higher rank than her.

Zheng Wujun sat in the passenger seat, Sang Que and Sang Wan sat in the back seat. After getting in the car, Wu Cheng briefly introduced himself.

"……what do you guys wanna ask?"

Zheng Wujun looked at Sang Que through the rearview mirror. Sang Que sat forward, close to the driver's seat.

"How is the person that Zheng Xuan rescued?"

"She's back home and is currently in the research institute. After Zheng Xuan rescued her, I arranged a physical examination for her at the local hospital. She's three months pregnant, but she's been single for nearly a year. She had an abortion two years ago." This means that the woman was targeted by the dirty creatures in the temple because of her abortion, and she became pregnant inexplicably after she was released, which fits the situation described in the horror story.

"Then do you have any way to deal with it?"

Wu Cheng glanced at the rearview mirror and said, "Yes, the medical department of the institute has experience in this area. Don't worry, there will be no problem."

In China's folk horror culture, things like ghost fetuses are very common, and the research institute has successful cases of separation.

"I have no problem. Tell me what you found out."

Sang Que leaned back in her seat. Her mother was very quiet, appreciating the scenery along the way. It was her first time going abroad, and although she was carrying out a dangerous mission, she was still relaxed.

Wu Cheng motioned to Zheng Wujun to help her get some information from the front of the car. "Recently, I have also been investigating and monitoring the abandoned temple. After Zheng Xuan disappeared, I called the police and communicated with the embassy. It can be said that I dug deep into the ground to search, but found nothing."

"Then regarding the golden boys, I need to correct a concept for you. In Southeast Asia, there are two types of golden boys. One type is the soul of an infant who was aborted, died unexpectedly, or was not born in time for various reasons. After being baptized by Buddhism, they converted to Buddhism. In order to distinguish them, they are called Buddha boys first."

"Buddha boys will not do evil. After receiving sincere offerings from ordinary people, they will bless the family. When the merits are fulfilled, the Buddha boy will quietly leave. The other kind is the golden boy we met, or the Yin boy, the ghost boy, let's just call them by their previous names."

"Thousands of infant corpses were found in the place where Zheng Xuan disappeared a few years ago. Some people say that the temple collected these corpses to prevent them from being used by people with bad intentions, so they prayed for the souls to rest in peace. Others say that there is something wrong with the temple itself, and that it is the supplier of the raw materials for the Golden Boy."

At this time, Zheng Wujun asked, "Have you ever met the local people who make the Golden Boy?"

Wu Cheng nodded, "This is what I have been doing for the past two months. But since the death of that Nanyang woman in China, these people seem to have been frightened and have all gone into hiding. It's difficult for a foreigner like me to contact them!"

After reading the information in his hand, Zheng Wujun handed it to Sang Que in the back row. Sang Que briefly flipped through it and gave it to Sang Wan.

These materials are of no use to her, and it is a waste of time to look for clues from them.

"Where are we going now?"

"Let's go to the hotel and take you to dinner first."

Sang Que looked at his watch. There was still some time before dark. The sedan chair could only be used after dark, and the ghost domain would not easily attract the attention of the monks in the night.

To find clues, she only needs to go to the abandoned temple and take a look with the help of the ghost eye.

After making a plan, Sang Que leaned on her mother and looked at the scenery outside the window with her.

From the airport to the city, you can see Nanyang-style golden-roofed temples everywhere. There are also many tricycles carrying tourists and monks in monk robes on the streets.

The roads in the city center were crowded. When parking her car, Sang Que saw two policemen walking by outside. Her eyes fell on the service pistols on the policemen's waists.

She remembered that gun ownership was allowed in Nanyang. Thinking of this, Sangque's eyes lit up.

I was so nervous when writing modern plots that I was afraid that I would be blocked accidentally. I didn't dare to use many nouns. I really wanted to ask myself why I was so stubborn in the first place? Why! It's too difficult!
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I don't have any debts at the moment, so I won't update for now. See you tomorrow~