God-level Crime-solving Group

"Who am I? I want to ask who you are?"

The ghost was so angry that he was in this village to attend the funeral ceremony. During the period, he wanted to attack, so he ran to this place where no one was there. When he was about to walk on the road, he was startled by an exclamation. He was greeted by a hard fist.

"Uh..." Su Yang thought for a moment and knew that this was a misunderstanding, but he didn't expect Zhu Lan to be so ruthless, and his nosebleeds came out.

"That... we are the police of the city bureau." Su Yang explained.

The ghost was obviously stunned, turned off the light of Su Yang's mobile phone, looked at it carefully, and said in disbelief, "You are the police? When did the city bureau have a policeman as young as you? Are you here to fool me? I want to run away with one punch?"

"Let me tell you, it's useless even if you're a police officer. If you beat someone, you have to pay the price?"

"Yes... I'm sorry." Zhu Lan was a little guilty and apologized intermittently.

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"Yes... I'm sorry." Zhu Lan was a little guilty and apologized intermittently.

"Did you beat me?" Guitou looked at Zhu Lan gloomily.

I have to say that this ghost head's makeup is a bit technical, and it is indeed easy to scare people in this big night.

"I'm sorry." Zhu Lan said again.

"No, this is my police officer's card." Su Yang took out his police officer's card from his pocket, handed it to him, and said, "If you're injured, go back to the city bureau to report, and someone will reimburse you for your medical expenses. of."

The man looked at it with the light of his mobile phone and wondered, "It's really a policeman."

After talking to himself, he immediately put on a smile and said, "A little injury is fine, just a little nosebleed."

"If that's the case, then thank you very much." Su Yang chuckled, it was really just a little nosebleed, and Su Yang didn't want to entangle with him on this matter.

"What are the two police officers here for? Do you want me to help?" The ghost asked again, wiping his nosebleed.

Su Yang, who was taking two steps forward, turned his head and said, "Are you a wizard at the funeral of the deceased or what?"

Looking at this person's dress, it is indeed a bit strange. He is not a Taoist priest, nor a monk, but rather like a ghost.

"I'm just a kid at the funeral. It's nothing. Are you two going to the funeral?" The ghost looked at Su Yang and asked.

"A kid at the funeral?" Su Yang was a little puzzled and said, "What is that?"

"Are the two of you out-of-towners?" said Guitou, who called himself a little devil. "This is the funeral culture of our Fengdu. If the two of you want to know, you can check it out."

"Please take me down the road." Su Yang nodded and smiled.

Zhu Lan leaned on Su Yang's side. Although he knew that they were not real ghosts, it was quite scary at night without lights.

After arriving at the location, Su Yang found out what the intermittent sound was, it was a very strange sadness.

This sad music is not sad, but rather gloomy.

"¨¨Little devil, it's your turn." A voice came.

The kid turned to look at Su Yang and said, "You wait for me for a while, I'll be right back when I go there."

After that, the kid left in a hurry.

"Hey, what's the matter with you? Going out to facilitate a bloody nose?" The man looked at the kid and asked in surprise.

The little ghost slapped it casually, waved his hand and said, "It's okay, I accidentally fell."

Su Yang looked at it casually. Right in front of him was a mourning hall, but it was just a temporary structure. The entrance of the mourning hall was on the other side, so Su Yang couldn't see what was going on in front of him.

"Let's go."

After Su Yang said a word, he walked forward, Zhu Lan's back was chilled, and he always felt like there was something behind him, and hurriedly followed Su Yang's pace.

One year (Zhao Wang Zhao), a young man was coming out of the mourning hall. When he turned his head, he saw Su Yang from the Kyoto task force invited by the city bureau, and wiped his eyes.

"It's really Consultant Su." The young man strode up.

Su Yang looked around casually. There were several Taoist priests in front of the mourning hall. Some people wearing strange clothes and makeup were dancing wildly. It might be some kind of ceremony, but Su Yang didn't know.

"Consultant Su." While watching the strange ceremony on the field, a young voice sounded.

"Who are you?" Su Yang turned his head away.

"Hello, Consultant Su, I'm Xiong Feng from the Municipal Bureau, a police officer from the Criminal Investigation Team." The man said a little excitedly.

He didn't expect that at his grandfather's funeral, Consultant Su would come to offer condolences in person.

"Xiong Feng." Su Yang nodded slightly, this should be the policeman whose grandfather died in Yan Dong's mouth.

"Can I go to the incense stick?" Su Yang looked at Xiong Feng and asked. .

Text Chapter 1187 Hundred Ghosts Night Walk!

Since he came to this funeral, and it was the funeral of half of his colleagues' grandfather, Su Yang was going to go to the incense stick.

After Su Yang and Zhu Lan finished the incense, Xiong Feng led Su Yang and the two to a side hall, which was still a temporary shed, let's call it a side hall.

"Consultant Su can come to my grandfather's funeral in person, which really frightens me."

Su Yang waved his hand, indicating that he didn't need to care, but he was a little curious when he looked at the slightly chaotic situation outside.

"What is that doing?"

Xiong Feng said: "Consultant Su is from the capital. I don't know that Fengdu's funeral ceremony is normal. The outside ceremony is called the exorcism ceremony."