Taoist Quick Wear

"It's a long story..."

Archbishop Wang Wenxiu, whose real name is Wang Dafu, turned pale as he recalled the tragic incident in his memory.

"Then keep your story short." Xiao Xie was not affected by Wang Dafu at all and remained expressionless.

"It was six years ago that Changchun Garden contracted a project to build a community on Hanwang Street." Wang Dafu said that Changchun Garden and Hanwang Street are familiar to everyone in this city. The former is a real estate company that has gone bankrupt due to the collapse of the community it was contracted to build. Everyone who has heard of it will step on it. The latter is a place name, named after the tombs of princes of the Han Dynasty were dug out.

"Changchunyuan's prices are very high, but the quality of the projects is not very good. The contractor often deducts wages and makes people work overtime at night. In order to make money, our brothers mingled with the migrant workers who worked overtime all night."

“There were twelve people on the first night, and by the second night there were only ten.”

"At that time, it was difficult to manage migrant workers. Those who worked the night shift were paid daily. Some people ran away after being paid the previous day, and the contractor had nothing to do."

When Wang Dafu spoke, he shrank a little, but Xiao Xie did not urge him.

The mysterious disappearance of the workers on Hanwang Street six years ago is still an unsolved mystery in the bureau.

"On the third night, there were still nine people. Wen Yuan and I always felt panicked, so we stayed together to work. The two of us were guarding the cement mixer, and suddenly we felt something was wrong. The mixer was stuck..."

"We don't know how to fix this thing, so we just go ask someone to do it."

"Lao Dai is an old man in this construction team. He went to a technical school and knows a little bit about everything, but he is not good at it. He has two children at home who go to school and is in a hurry for money, so he works overtime with us at night."

"After Lao Dai turned off the mixer, he took a flashlight and poked his head in to take a look."

"He let out a scream, as if he saw something. My brother and I were very scared and planned to ask Lao Dai, but at that time, the mixer started to move..."

"Lao Dai's body was stuck inside. We went to unplug it, but the mixer was spinning very fast even though there was no power."

"Blood flowed all over the floor. Lao Dai is dead."

"We planned to call the police, but the superiors suppressed the matter."

"It is said that it is unlucky for someone to die on a construction site, which will greatly affect future real estate sales."

"Some people say that it was Wen Yuan and I who did it, but we really didn't do anything. Maybe we shouldn't have called Lao Dai to repair the mixer, so after all, we did kill Lao Dai."

"The boss compensated Lao Dai's family a large amount of money, and also gave everyone who knew the information a hush money, so the matter was suppressed."

"The next night, I bought Ming coins and burned them at the construction site. There was no wind at all, and the ashes from the burned Ming coins were still in the basin. Wen Yuan went to put water on the side, so I knelt on the ground and begged Lao Dai to throw one in. Good pregnancy, I will send money regularly to take care of his child..."

"A hand was on my shoulder. It was cold, heavy, and bleeding."

"Lao Dai was a chef when he was young. When he was cutting vegetables, a section of his little finger was missing. A section of the little finger on that hand was also missing. I dared not speak."

"That was indeed Lao Dai's voice. He asked me if I knew what was in the blender?"

"He kept asking, and I was scared, so I just said I didn't know."

"He said there were heads in the blender, more than one."

"I prayed to Guanyin Bodhisattva, Tathagata, Buddha, Supreme Laojun, God Jesus, but he still didn't leave. Instead, he put his hands on my back and pressed his whole body against me."

"Wenyuan kept calling me, but I couldn't move. Lao Dai came to take revenge."

"I thought I was going to die, but I accidentally saved my life. I wore an amulet around my neck, which was given by the godfather in the village. When Lao Dai touched the amulet, he screamed and disappeared."

"Wenyuan and I left the construction site the next day and returned to our hometown."

"There was a red handprint on the shoulder that was touched by Lao Dai, and a piece of my little finger was missing. I went to beg my godfather to save me, but he said that the amulet could not stop me for a few times, and Lao Dai would come to take revenge on me. Only by eliminating it Only when Lao Dai’s grievances are gone can I be at peace.”

"Are you telling ghost stories?" Xiao Xie rubbed his temples. He hadn't slept for a long time and his head was throbbing.

"I really didn't lie about this." Wang Dafu asked Xiao Xie to take off his shirt.

Although he has never interrogated many people, this is the first time Xiao Xie has encountered such a request to take off his clothes.

Everyone present was staring at Wang Dafu with great curiosity for knowledge.

Xiao Xie hesitated for a moment and saw that Wang Dafu's hands were handcuffed. Finally, he stepped forward and took off Wang Dafu's shirt.

Under Wang Dafu's black robe was a Panlong shirt. Xiao Xie did not take off all of it for him, but only unbuttoned a few top buttons, leaving half of Wang Dafu's back exposed.

He did have handprints on both shoulders.

The little finger on the right handprint is missing a section.

The color of the handprint was very strange, like dried blood.

It is the color that comes out from the inside out, and tattoos cannot produce this effect.

If it were a birthmark, that would be too much.

Si Qingyan stepped forward and wanted to touch him, but Xiao Xie pushed him back again.

There is something evil about this thing. Looking at Wei Sixian's pale face, it would be better not to let him touch this thing.

"Later, the two brothers and our godfather visited the construction site again."

"It turns out that there were fewer people at the construction site during the two nights we returned to the village."

"He was working, but he disappeared inexplicably."

"My godfather's family has been serving great immortals for generations. He usually does some psychic work, ghost hunting, and funeral work. He is also somewhat famous."

"The boss didn't let the godfather do it at first, but hired a Feng Shui master. The next morning the Feng Shui master walked out of the construction site and was about to speak when he suddenly suffered from heart palpitations and died suddenly."

"The boss couldn't help it, so he apologized to his godfather and asked him to do something to save the ghosts on the construction site."

"Feudal superstition." Xiao Xie shook his head.

In this case, you should call the police as soon as possible.

Wang Dafu didn't say anything. Xiao Xie was still young, so naturally he didn't want to believe those things.

"That night, my godfather took me to burn paper money for Lao Dai, and this time Lao Dai showed up again."

"Other people who were missing from the construction site also came out."

"They took the red cement out of the mixer and carried it into the ground."

"My godfather took me and followed them until we reached the black hole under the foundation."

"The hole was very deep, cold, wet and smelly."

"They're building roads."

"There is a fat man supervising the work. Lao Dai said there are not enough manpower and we should get more people to repair it together."

"He also said that he had two friends at the construction site, Wang Dafu and Wang Dagui, who were very efficient at work and had good craftsmanship."

"That's talking about Wenyuan and I."

"Lao Dai also suggested that we should work together and be rich and powerful..."

I don't know who burst out laughing.

This old Dai really holds a grudge.

But why do ghosts build roads? Is it possible that the coffin is uncomfortable to live in?

"At that time, I wanted to take a shovel and poke Lao Dai's head off."

"But I don't have the guts."

"My godfather said there was something powerful inside, and he couldn't control it... As soon as he said that, the thing came out."

"He was wearing iron armor, which was extremely rusty, but the smell of blood was very strong. My godfather and I were so frightened that we knelt down and kowtowed."

"Maybe we were lucky and he didn't kill us. He asked his godfather to say that he successfully suppressed the evil, so that the boss could build a community on it with confidence."

"We got out alive, and my godfather followed his words and successfully suppressed the evil creature."

"The boss was very happy and gave us a big red envelope, saying that this matter must be kept secret. My godfather returned to the village and died within two years. I heard it was cancer."

"The boss built the community and made a lot of money. Later, the community collapsed and many people died. The boss went bankrupt and jumped to his death."

"My brother and I had nowhere else to go, and we didn't want to do strenuous work, so we hooked up with other people in the sect and made this thing together to make some money."

"We usually do things for others, collect ghosts, and save them..."

"We don't do that kind of hurtful thing."

Wang Dafu looked at Xiao Xie flatteringly, feeling a little uneasy.

"Who established the sect?" Wang Dafu talked for a long time and finally returned to the main point. Xiao Xie rubbed his sore head and jotted down some information in his notebook.

"It's the junior brother of that Feng Shui master, his name is Tang Chun." Wang Dafu rubbed his hands.

"Where are the others?"

"He has been dead for three years." Wang Dafu told the other party's studio and general appearance, and then he was taken away.

Next is Wang Wenyuan, his real name is Wang Dagui, and he is also born in the 1980s.

There was not much difference between what the two brothers said. Wang Dagui explained the origin of the Little Saint Son.

The little holy son had no name, and was originally brought with him by Tang Chun. Later, Tang Chun died, and the Wang brothers used the little saint as a cash cow.

"The Little Holy Son seems to have been bought by Tang Chun. One hundred thousand yuan."

Wang Dagui thought for a long time, only to remember the price of the Little Holy Son. Because he always felt that the Little Holy Son was not worth the price and was losing money.

Other senior leaders of the sect are mainly responsible for developing downlines and brainwashing them, much like the micro-business team.

As for Wei Sixian, he has a clean record. In addition to providing a lot of money to the sect, he also provides psychological counseling to people. If a believer is in a low mood or encounters something bad, he can write an anonymous letter to the "mysterious bishop". During the ceremony, the "mysterious bishop" will solve the believer's doubts and point out the way forward.

Wei Sixian is like a fat sheep among wolves. Others are suspects and he is the victim.

After taking notes, Si Qingyan was released.

The little saint cannot write or speak. The police are still investigating the exact origin. It was close to two o'clock in the morning when Si Qingyan went out, and the little saint had already fallen asleep. He was young and well-paid. He was curled up on the sofa, covered with a small quilt, his face flushed.

"What will you do with him?" Si Qingyan specifically asked Xiao Xie before leaving.

"Look for his biological parents first. If they are found, they will be sent back. If they are not found, they will be sent to an orphanage." After Xiao Xie finished speaking, he found the black card Si Qingyan had given to Wang Wenyuan from the drawer.

"By the way, your card..."

Xiao Xie looked over and over and found a line of small words.

"Linjiang City City Bus."

"Tsk..." Xiao Xie looked at Si Qingyan meaningfully.

It turned out to be a bus card...

Wei Sixian may not be as silly and sweet as he appears.

"Thank you." Si Qingyan took the bus pass, sensed the location of his residence, and left the police station.

"Be safe, why don't you just stay here all night?"

Xiao Xie always felt that Wei Sixian was in poor health and had no color at all. If he encountered a robber when he went out, he would have to deliver the food properly.

"No, thank you. If anything happens to him, he can call me." Si Qingyan pointed at the little saint.

"If you are worried, you can consider adopting him." Xiao Xie has also seen how Si Qingyan and the little saint get along. They are quite harmonious. Moreover, Wei Sixian's family is wealthy, so raising a child will not be a problem at all.

As for finding parents for the little saint... there is little hope.

If he is sent to an orphanage, it will be difficult to find a family willing to adopt him in his condition.

"I'll consider it." If the body he is using now is not a corpse, Si Qingyan will definitely take the little saint back.