Peerless Little Mommy: The ghost baby is cute

Chapter 516 Five Puppet Dolls

Hearing Officer Chen's words, my grandfather took out a cigarette from his pocket and smoked it, and Officer Chen immediately borrowed a light for him to light it.Grandpa frowned and took several puffs of cigarette before he said calmly, "How did you find it?"

"Your in-laws... Your in-laws weren't here today, right?" Police officer Chen looked around, but found that no relatives from my grandfather's family were there.

The relatives in my grandfather's family have not had contact with my mother's family for hundreds of years, and they probably don't know that my second uncle has passed away.Even if you know, it's not bad to celebrate without opening two dozen beers.

Come to join in the fun at the funeral banquet?

It's almost impossible!

My grandpa took another puff of cigarette, with a half-smile expression on his face, and a kind of contemptuous mockery, "Don't panic, that scumbag's relative will not come here to disturb this muddy water. Does Wang Mingde have no money?" I went back to his father's house to ask for money, and then your people found out?"

"Hey, Mr. Zeng, you guessed all of this right. Your ability to reason and analyze is still the same as before." Officer Chen flattered my grandfather without showing any signs, "Our people , guarded the gate of your in-law’s house for a long time before waiting for him to come. Then, he drove home with him. However, we did not see the fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl you mentioned on the phone. watching him and another middle-aged woman."

Some people may wonder, in today's society, why should you give money face to face?Wouldn't it be convenient to make a phone call and let the other party just transfer money to the bank card?
But my father is legally dead, so he has no documents, let alone the qualifications to apply for a bank card. The only thing that is useful to him now is cash.

If you want to get the money, you can only make a trip in person.

He can't let his own father transfer money to his son's mistress card, can he?

And what Police Officer Chen said in his mouth, another middle-aged woman is probably my father's mistress who was raised outside.The fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl is probably referring to my half-sister Yuanyuan. I don’t know whether Yuanyuan is alive or dead. Recently, her soul has been following me.

"The real culprits of the two homicide cases in the hospital haven't been found out yet?" My grandfather had already sat down beside Police Officer Chen to eat food after hearing what Police Officer Chen said, but his gray and eagle eyebrows were tightly frowned.

The death of my second uncle did not show too much sadness on my grandfather's face.But in the past few days, he presided over all the major events alone, including funeral banquets and other matters.

Although my grandpa is old, his backbone can support half the sky of our family.

Everyone in the Zeng family said that my grandfather and I were very similar in personality. Although my grandfather didn't say it, my second uncle's death was definitely related to my father.And the Gu poison on my body, Yuanyuan took the opportunity to get on my grandfather.

The combination of these things is enough to make up a deep hatred.

My grandpa will never spare my dad, and those young children he raised.

Officer Chen seemed to know that my grandfather likes to drink high-grade liquor, so he filled a glass for him, and said, "Yeah, that's too bizarre. I don't know how it was done. The nurse was stuffed into the lower body of the drain. The bones are all broken... But isn't this concentrated before the Spring Festival? The higher-ups demanded that the case be closed as soon as possible, didn't you say to help the investigation?"

"I said this, and I don't intend to break my promise. Did I ask you to find Wang Mingde because I missed him? You just need to check this matter, and he probably has nothing to do with it. Wait until today is over. Then, let's go find him together." Grandpa seemed very confident, he picked up the transparent wine glass on the table, and poured it on the ground, "Wei Yuan, you know the world, please bless Wang Mingde to be caught as soon as possible."

My grandfather beckoned me, let me go, poured me a glass of wine, "Wang Mingde was found, it's a happy event. Your uncle saved your life, so you can pour out the wine. Let him go all the way, this revenge, we I will report it for him."

I nodded, took the glass of white wine, and poured it on the ground, "Uncle, I will definitely avenge you. If you know it, please bless my dear father with a good death."

At the funeral, my uncle was also there.

He is a businessman, usually very good at talking, when encountering a big scene, he will spare no effort to make friends with people who can help him.At this funeral banquet, there were many "clients" of my second uncle's life, including powerful and wealthy businessmen.

But my uncle sat alone at the banquet and drank desperately, and the female assistant wearing black-rimmed glasses next to him kept refilling his wine.

The female assistant kept trying to persuade him not to drink too much, but every time he opened his mouth, my uncle stared back.

At this time, he looked at us, his face was flushed with drunkenness, and he looked like he had drunk too much.The relationship between my second uncle and my uncle has been very close since childhood.

It's a pity that my uncle is a big businessman and a busy man.Flying all over the world, the number of times we come back to reunite with us is very small.This time too, when my second uncle was cremated, he was still in the United States for a business negotiation, and the time for his return was dragged until today.

The funeral banquet will take place for three days, but fortunately this is the first day.

As if he had made some great determination, he staggered towards us and said in a low voice, "Dad, let me toast my second brother."

"Take it." My grandfather also poured a glass of wine for my uncle.

My uncle paid homage to my second uncle with wine, and then took out a crumpled and crumpled thread-bound book from his suit, "Dad, this is a courier I received a few days ago. I... ...I really don't have that kind of heart, but together with this book, the other party also sent five puppet dolls, I...I..."

He is like a child who has made mistakes, and his voice is getting lower and lower.The way he lowered his head and looked at the floor didn't look like a big boss in the business circle at all.

This thread-bound book looks very old.

The cover is written with a calligraphy brush, and there is also the date of the Republic of China.But it's not like a publication, it's a book like a manuscript.

What exactly is recorded in this thing?
Puppet doll?
Could it be some sorcery such as refining little ghosts?

This is in our land of China, using puppet dolls, there are all kinds of sorcery.For example, the witchcraft technique that harmed the court in the Han Dynasty is said to be a container used by Mr. Yin and Yang to raise little ghosts, or it is used to seal a living soul and a funerary object for burial.

I secretly wondered in my heart, who would be so boring to send such things to my uncle.My uncle can only touch the surface of Feng Shui, but he didn't learn much about my grandfather's skills.

After all these years, he has been in business again, and it is useless to give him.

However, my uncle's face actually showed guilt.

My grandfather didn't say anything, he didn't even read the book, he just threw it into the brazier of burning paper money at the funeral banquet, and lightly patted my uncle on the shoulder a few times.

Grandpa didn't speak, but my uncle seemed to understand, and said in a low voice, "I'm going to get those five puppet dolls right away, so I won't trouble you."

"No rush, it's the same when we deliver it tomorrow. We have other things to do tonight..." My grandfather squinted his eyes and looked at the books that were slowly turning to ashes in the brazier, with a cold light like a sharp dagger in his eyes.

I don't know what was written in that book, but it was burned in the hands of my grandfather.I think my grandpa probably already knew the contents of the book.

but burned...

What does burnt mean?
The content in the book is too evil, so it cannot be kept.Or do you want to give my uncle a chance to prevent anyone from knowing what will appear in this book that may record magic?
Although there are many questions in my heart, I will definitely not ask at this time.I asked, not only was my uncle embarrassed, but there were also guests like Police Officer Chen around here.

Some words, rotten in the stomach, are more appropriate than asking them now.

But I know that my uncle didn't know anything about what happened in the past few days, let alone the reason for my second uncle's death.So my uncle should not be involved in our revenge plan.

In our place, there is a custom of having a funeral banquet at noon.Generally, twelve o'clock at noon is when the yang energy is weakest during the day, and it is convenient for ghosts to come back to see relatives and friends.

Why do you say that, some people think that twelve o'clock should be the time when the yang energy is at its peak.But in fact, the opposite is true. The sun continues to rise in altitude in the morning and begins to descend after noon.

And twelve o'clock is the middle time of an alternation, and it is also the starting point when Yang Qi begins to weaken.

All of the evil things that happen during the day are most concentrated at twelve o'clock at noon.Children born at this time point will have a little more Yin Qi than ordinary children.

As long as you are not a particularly unlucky child, you won't be able to tell the difference.

After a funeral banquet, it was already evening.

The relatives and friends at the funeral feast almost left after eating and saying goodbye to the host's family according to the custom.The sunset in Sijiu City is particularly gorgeous among the tall buildings in the city.

The afterglow scattered in the scenery outside the window, as if covered with a layer of light red gauze.

My grandfather stood at the window and looked at the sunset outside for a while. Officer Chen's position is not low now, but he stood behind my grandfather, as if waiting for my grandfather's order.

"Let's go to meet him first. As for the person to be arrested, it can be half an hour late." My grandfather put out his cigarette, turned around, and looked like a detective. He pleaded guilty. It's justifiable to arrest him like this, and it's easy for you to do business, isn't it?"

He seemed to be planning a strategy for the whole thing, with a sharp light in his eyes.

Officer Chen nodded in agreement, saying that he would go to the garage to get the car, and asked my grandfather to go to the gate and wait for him to drive out to pick up people.Then, I went straight to where my dad lived.

I asked my grandpa in a low voice, "Can I... can I go? This matter has something to do with me. I want to see what conspiracy my father has in mind."

My grandfather didn't speak, he looked very serious and silent.

I bit my lip, knowing that this matter is probably not going to happen, it is a matter between my grandfather and Officer Chen.They do things, and I have one more "child", and most of them will feel that they are in the way.

"Qiong'er, I'm going back first. I have to cook for your grandpa at night. If I go back late, I will starve him. You follow grandpa and remember to help out." My mother said For a few days, she went home to live by herself. Although she has a bad relationship with my grandfather, she still takes care of the elderly.

I lived with my grandpa for a while, so I didn't go back with my mother.

I promised my mom, "Okay, I can do as much as I can."

At this time, my aunt and grandma had already returned from the toilet. My aunt's mood was much more stable than when my uncle died, and she didn't cry like before.

My aunt took my hand and begged me with a trembling voice: "Qioneer, you can stay with me tonight... I am alone, and I always dream of him..."

"Ruxiang, you can move here and live with your mother. Tonight, Qiong'er, I want to see her father." My grandfather took my hand and went straight down the elevator.

I was still in a daze, so my grandfather took me into Officer Chen's car.

In the evening, it is called a traffic jam in the urban area.But out of the city, to the suburbs, there is a feeling of unimpeded.When the car came in front of a night market, it couldn't drive down because the road was blocked by the stalls of the night market.

I looked at those stalls, tightly grasped the cushions under my buttocks with my fingers, and said nervously: "Grandpa...grandpa, look, those stalls... each one seems to be not a real stall, it is... a grave bag!! "

(End of this chapter)