dragon hunter

Chapter 415 Paper Crane Communication
I stood by the road and watched the police quickly seal the house, and gave a wry smile.

"It's a good thing we came out early, otherwise we would be stuck in the room and have to explain a lot." Fatty Wang heaved a long sigh of relief.

"What's going on, why did you leave in a hurry?" Mr. Hu just woke up from a coma, and he still doesn't know what happened.

"You've seen it too. There are unclean things in the house. Let's talk about it as we walk." I didn't explain too much.

Mr. Hu rubbed his temples vigorously. He had just woken up, but his brain was still in a state of chaos.

Looking at the old man's expression, I feel a little sorry, we must leave the room quickly, otherwise there are too many things that cannot be explained clearly.

We can't tell the police that we are fighting with evil spirits, and the nanny who came with us is actually a counterfeit, and the real nanny died long ago.

Although the clear is self-clearing, but to explain all of this clearly, there are too many doubts and troubles, and it will take a lot of time.

But now what we lack the most is time, so leaving for the time being without meeting the police is undoubtedly the best choice.

"Tell me, what is this called? We didn't do anything, but we acted like fugitives." Fatty Wang complained emotionally.

I didn't answer, I was still thinking about the escaped ominous spirit and that strange corpse.

As soon as he sat in Ghost Detective Xu's car, his cell phone rang suddenly, and it was Jiang Qing who called.

"Is the condition of my uncle and grandpa getting worse?" I answered the phone and asked nervously.

"No, but there is also some connection. Our hospital just admitted a few strange patients. The initial diagnosis is wound infection. There are strange red threads in their wounds, which is very similar to the situation of my uncle and grandpa." Jiang Qing said on the other end of the phone , said in a hurried tone.

I subconsciously touched the red mark on my arm, and asked the person who was sent if he was conscious and why he was injured.

Jiang Qing was at the other end, and replied that she was already unconscious when the person brought her, and had a high fever. As for the cause of the injury, she is still unclear.

After exhorting a few words on the phone, I hung up the phone in a daze, my eyes were empty, and I stared out the car window in a daze.

"Whose phone is it, why is there such an expression?" Fatty Wang asked curiously.

"Jiang Qing's, she said that the hospital has just admitted a few patients, and the symptoms are very similar to those of my uncle and grandpa." I murmured.

"How could this be? Could it be that the disappeared ancient jade is harming people again?" Ghost detective Xu tightened his grip on the steering wheel.

"Let's go, go to the house of the previous collector of ancient jade, the dead real estate agent." I lit a cigarette.

The car had just started, and the talisman paper crane that he had been carrying with him trembled slightly.

I was puzzled in my heart, I don't know what the eldest lady in the underworld is looking for me at this time.

Speaking of which, I haven't thanked her well for what happened last time, and I haven't figured out who that mysterious "Uncle Zhang" is.

I was about to take this opportunity to ask carefully, but the beautiful handwriting on the talisman paper crane surprised me.

"Recently, a lot of people have died on your side, but the strange thing is that the extraditionist didn't receive the soul. Do you know what's going on?"

I stared at this line of elegant handwriting, and my brows became more and more wrinkled. There are many extraditionists in the Yang Realm, and they will lead the souls of the dead to the Yin Realm.

Recently, many people have indeed died on our side, and they are all related to cursing the antique. There is only one possibility for the soul to disappear, and that is to be swallowed by the evil spirit inside the antique.

I bit my finger, and wrote the words "Curse the Antique" on the talisman paper crane.

After a while, the handwriting on the talisman paper crane became blurred, and a new line of handwriting appeared.

"Uncle Zhang has already set off, because the matter involves Yin and Yang, he will also participate in the investigation of this incident."

Seeing the information related to "Uncle Zhang" again, my heartbeat suddenly accelerated. From the voice of the eldest lady, the other party also came to the Yang Realm, so it is very likely that I will be able to see the true face of "Uncle Zhang" this time.

I used to use the secret technique of the Broken Physiognomy to calculate the information about "Uncle Zhang", but I found nothing, and almost got backlash.

It's not that I'm full, but I have a vague intuition telling me that the "Uncle Zhang" in the mouth of the young lady is likely to be one of my relatives.

"Who are you?" I put away the talisman paper crane and muttered to myself.

"Damn, what's the matter with you today, why are you in a daze?" Fatty Wang stretched out his hand and pushed me.

"I'm not worried about the mess you caused." I turned my face and gave Fatty Wang a bitter look.

Fatty Wang muttered something, shrank his neck, and stopped talking.

Mr. Hu was sitting in the passenger seat, guiding Ghost Detective Xu. He had just asked for the address of the dead real estate developer from a friend.

"Old man, do you still have a headache, thanks to you this time." I asked with concern.

"It's much better now. I'm an old bone. It's not bad if I don't hold back. How can I help you." Mr. Hu shook his hand.

I'm still thinking about Jiang Qing's affairs, but now I'm in Linshi, and I won't be able to go back for a while, so I can only worry secretly.

The dead real estate developer lived in a high-end residential area, and Ghost Detective Xu parked his car downstairs.

"After thinking about going up for a while, what should I say?" Fatty Wang didn't get off the car in a hurry.

"Go and see at his house first, who else is there?" My mind was in a mess, and I didn't have a clue.

"Let me tell you, let me say that I am a friend of the other party's antique circle, come and take care of me." Mr. Hu said.

The deceased lived on the ninth floor. After we stepped out of the elevator, we saw that the security door was closed tightly.

I walked over and rang the doorbell, but the room was silent and there was no response.

"There seems to be no one?" Fatty Wang approached with his head poking around.

"Can you walk well, more like a thief." I glared at Fatty Wang angrily.

"I'll make a call and ask." Mr. Hu took out his cell phone.

After a while, Mr. Hu hung up the phone, looked up at us, and said in a puzzled tone: "There should be someone, his wife and daughter also live here."

"Will it move away? After all, this is a murder case, and he died in the house." Ghost detective Xu analyzed.

"It's very possible that he is engaged in real estate, probably more than this house." Fatty Wang echoed.

While we were discussing, the anti-theft door opened quietly, and a girl poked out half of her face, watching us with vigilant eyes.

"You sneaky, what are you doing in front of my house?" The girl looked vigilant, still holding a mobile phone in her hand.

"That's right. I'm your father's friend. I heard something happened to him. Come and have a look." Mr. Hu walked over and said.

"Friend? Why don't I know you? Treat me like a three-year-old child. If you don't leave quickly, I will call the police." The girl leaned against the crack of the door and shook her phone at us.

"Hey, how do you talk, little girl, do you know that you respect the old and love the young?" Fatty Wang said with a playful smile.

"His face is full of oil, and he is not a good person at first glance!" The girl gave Fatty Wang a bitter look, "touched" and closed the anti-theft door tightly.

"You..." Fatty Wang was almost choked by the other party's anger. He pointed at the anti-theft door and was speechless for a long time.

"Forget it, such a big incident just happened in the other party's house, and it's the time when you are most vigilant." I walked over and patted Fatty Wang on the shoulder.

"Yes, Mr. Fatty has a lot, so don't care about it with a little girl." Fatty Wang deliberately pretended to be magnanimous.

Just as he was talking, the elevator door opened with a "ding", and a middle-aged woman with a sad face came out, her clothes were luxurious.

When the other party saw us, he was stunned for a moment, his eyes raised a little bit of vigilance, but when he saw Mr. Hu with gray hair and dressed as an old-school intellectual, his vigilance faded a little.

"Who are you?" The middle-aged woman asked in surprise.

"That's right, this old man's surname is Hu, he is the retired curator of the museum, an old friend of his, just got a piece of ancient jade, and then something happened, and it just so happened that the previous collector of that piece of ancient jade was you Husband." I quickly stood up and explained.

The closed door just now made me realize that when something happened to the other party's family, it was the time when I was most vigilant.

If Yunshan mist makes up a story, it will only aggravate the other party's doubts. It's better to get straight to the point. Anyway, we really have no malicious intentions.

"What do you mean, you suspect that the old man's friend's accident is related to my husband?" The middle-aged woman frowned.

"On the contrary, I heard that your husband also had an accident, and the murderer has not yet been found. We think these two things must be related." I looked at the other party honestly.

The middle-aged woman was stunned for a moment, then her eyes flashed, and she said excitedly: "That's right, my husband was killed, and the collection at home was also stolen. Maybe that piece of ancient jade came out of the hands of the murderer."

"The specific situation, can we go in and discuss it in detail?" I said softly.

"Of course, you don't know. I dream of catching that bastard. He ruined our family's happy life." The middle-aged woman took out the key and walked over excitedly.

Fatty Wang touched my arm with his hand, secretly gave me a thumbs up, and silently said a few words to me with his mouth.

I didn't realize it at first, and then a flash of light flashed in my mind, realizing that what the guy said was "friends of women", I immediately clenched my fists in anger, and wanted to teach that guy a lesson.

But that cunning guy, Fatty Wang, had already sprinted behind the middle-aged woman, and still winked at me.

I raised my fist at him and silently mouthed, "I'll deal with you when I go back."

The anti-theft door was opened, and the girl from before was standing in the living room, looking at us in astonishment, "Mom, why did you bring them in?"

"Don't be rude!" The middle-aged woman glared at her daughter.

Only then did I have the time to look at the girl carefully. The little girl looked like she was still in junior high school, and she was still wearing a school uniform.

Fatty Wang smiled playfully and winked at the girl, in exchange for a big white eye.

(End of this chapter)