Master of the city

"Yihan, has your family always been in Erya?" Sitting in a cafe across the street, looking at the imperial mansion, Zhang Fan's brow never stretched. It is certain that there are problems in this place, but the biggest problem is that we can't see where the problems are.

Yes, I can't see where the problem is. The only thing Zhang fan can see is the lack of Yang in the building, but he can't find the reason at all. Do you really want to go in and look around in the middle of the night just like the two gentlemen invited by Xie Tianyuan before? Zhang Fan has a family now. He still doesn't want to do this kind of fateful thing if he can't do it.

"Well, yes, my family has always been in Erya, not an outsider. What's the matter? Van, what do you want to know? " Zhang Fan asked Huang Yihan to call his name before, but I don't know when, Huang Yihan also began to call him "brother fan" like Bai Shuying.

"Do you know what the imperial mansion was before it was built? Is it a place like a mass grave or an execution ground? " If there is no problem in Feng Shui, Zhang fan can only find it from other places.

"The execution ground? Mass graves? Van, you're kidding. The main urban area of Erya has never changed. In the underdeveloped era, although there was no tourism economy, the worst city would not be able to build those places in the center of the city. In my memory, the imperial mansion has always been a shopping mall, but the scale of the former shopping mall is not comparable to that of the current imperial mansion, with only four floors. Three of them are shopping malls and four are dance halls and roller skating rinks for young people. "

"Ballroom and rink? Is that going to be late? "

"I don't know. At that time, I was too young to go to places like that. It should have been late. After all, dance halls are like that."

Huang Yihan shrugged. It seems that she didn't go to that dance hall to dance for a while. She still feels very sorry.

"Well, did anyone in the dance hall die as strangely as the imperial mansion now?"

"Well, I don't think so. I've heard that there are occasional fights in the dance hall. I don't know about the dead. After all, there were no recreational activities at that time, so people liked to pass the time by gossiping. If there were any, it would have spread all over the city. "

Well, Zhang fan can't help sweating. He remembers that when he was a child, when he was free, he would go up the mountain to pick out birds and fish in the river. Why did the city people just gossip when they were free? Isn't it said that city people are good at playing?

"That is to say, before the imperial mansion was built, everything was in peace. After the building was built, something happened..."

Zhang Fan's fingers gently tap on the table, some irritable.

The geomantic omen problems we met before, whether in form or spirit, can always find some clues, but today this one has no clue. No wonder Xie Tianyuan is going to the capital to invite people.

As for Jin Shengyan's recommendation, Zhang Fan suspected that the old man didn't want to make the money, but had no way to deal with the local affairs, so he kicked the ball to himself. The former owner of imperial mansion cleared the people in the mansion every night. He must have been instructed by some experts. That expert might be Jin Shengyan.

But It's clear that it's in the same place, and there's nothing wrong with the building. Why did it go wrong after it was built?

"Van Gogh, do you think it's the man who built the house? I don't think there is a novel called the art of weariness? Is that the problem? "

Seeing Zhang Fan's helpless appearance, Huang Yihan was also a little worried about him. After thinking for a long time, he suddenly felt a flash of inspiration in his mind and said what he had just thought of.

"Tired of winning?" When Zhang Fan patted his head, his expression did not become relaxed, but heavier. Although the art of weariness is similar to geomantic omen in some places, it is two different systems after all. If it is a small house, Zhang fan can check whether the art of weariness has been arranged. But in this 36 storey building, where can I find the town of weariness?

It's not that Zhang Fan didn't touch the art of weariness of victory. In the morgue of the hospital before, long Dacheng put out the art of weariness of victory in the morgue. Only those things of long Dacheng are put on the surface, and there is no need to bother to find them.

It seems that you can only enter the building at night.

After Huang Yihan was sent home, Zhang Fan opened a room in the hotel on the 12th floor of Dihao building, and specially asked for room 1214.

"Sir, why don't you change to another room? Room 1214 is unlucky. We always have empty rooms and don't open them to guests."

The front desk of the hotel heard that Zhang Fan was going to live in 1214, and his eyes immediately became alert.

"How long has it been since we opened it to our guests? Is there anything else wrong with the room? "

Zhang Fan looked at the price list on the wall and asked the front desk lady carelessly. Speaking of all, the price of this hotel is really expensive. It costs more than 1000 yuan a night. Are all the people who come here to play silly money? It's better to own Qingfeng hotel. Although it's haunted, the house price is much more affordable than here."Sir, I don't understand what you mean by something wrong. Our rooms and security facilities are very good, and there will be no accidents, and we can assure you that there is absolutely no hidden camera in the room. Every time a guest checks out, we will check the room with electronic devices to ensure that the privacy of the next guest will not be violated. "

The receptionist is obviously looking after him.

"I'm invited by your boss to solve the problem here. I hope you can tell me everything you know."

"I'm sorry, sir. You're the third one to tell me that this month. If you don't want to check in and just want to ask for some gossip, I advise you to leave as soon as possible, or I'll call the security guard."

Zhang Fan was embarrassed. He thought Xie Tianyuan would say hello to the people below. He said that the people who came to work would cooperate with him, but he didn't expect that there were several people who came in with the same words before. Needless to say, there must be some reporters who think there is something strange about the death of the young couple. If they want to come here to get some inside information, it's no wonder that the front desk says it's time to call security.

"Miss, I'm really here for business. You can drive out 1214 for me. It's empty anyway." Of course, Zhang fan can call Xie Tianyuan, but he thinks it's a bit cheaper to call Lao Xie because of this small matter. What did Shi Xiaolong say? Chivalrous and righteous, even a door can not get in, but also a fart!

"Sir, I have already told you that I can't. will you cooperate with me?"

Compared with the Tianya hotel by the sea, the front desk attitude here is pretty good.

Zhang Fan scratched his head, took out a few pieces from his bag, put them on the table and pushed them to the receptionist, "beauty, help me. I really have serious business. The people above you won't blame you."

"Oh, what's the matter? If you come here to pretend to be forced, you have to show some big money. You want to buy our front desk for a few hundred yuan. Do you treat us as beggars? "

Zhang Fan's money just pushed past, and before the receptionist spoke, a man's voice came from behind. Zhang Fan looked back, but saw a greasy faced man who was wearing a man's suit but was full of femininity coming from the elevator.

"I didn't take this young lady as a beggar. I just hope it will be convenient. Besides, I don't live in your shop without money. Is that all right with you? "

Zhang Fan frowned. Where does this product come from? Why does it stink.

"To the manager." When the receptionist saw the feminine man, she immediately got up and made a slight bow, but her eyes were evasive. She seemed to be a little afraid of the sissy with orchid fingers.

As if Zhang Fan didn't exist after she finished that sentence, she went to the front desk, leaned inside, reached out and touched the delicate face of the front desk lady, "you, your face is always so tender. Come to the ninth floor with me after work."

"Manager, it's better not to let Xie Shao know."

The front desk lady looks a little afraid of him, and it doesn't look like the subordinate's fear of the superior, but It's like a little girl meets a strange corn that wants to take her to see a little goldfish.

Of course, what annoys Zhang Fan most is that after he said a word to himself, he took himself as the air and devoted himself to teasing the front desk lady, and the front desk lady didn't care about herself.

"Well, if you want to flirt, can you open the room for me first? I've been wandering around all day and I'm tired. "

When there was no sense of existence, he had no choice but to find his own sense of existence. Seeing the sissy saying something to the manager and the receptionist, Zhang Fan cleared his throat and asked, "just give me 1214."

"Why are you so blind? Don't you see people talking here? "

Hearing what Zhang Fan said, he was obviously not willing to talk to the manager. As soon as he turned his triangle eyes, he pinched the finger of orchid finger and poked at Zhang Fan's head.

Zhang Fan felt sick when he saw this man. If he was stabbed, he would not feel sick all night? A reflexive slap slapped Xiang's hand and patted his orchid finger aside.

"Oh, how dare you hit me! It's against you! Do you know whose industry this is? How dare you hit me in this place? I tell you, I can't let you out of Erya City, believe it or not

Xiang's manager was slapped by Zhang Fan, and he immediately became angry. Pointing to Zhang Fan's nose was a threat and a curse. With such a pair of faces, Zhang Fan found that Xiang's eyebrows were filled with a very strong black air.