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Chapter Nine Inexplicable Death

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    After I arrived at the Municipal Bureau, I still felt exhausted and did not rest.  Since the morning, I have been confused and have a headache.

    Just when I was falling asleep with my heavy head supported in the office, I only heard Lao Zhao's cold voice: "What are you doing during work hours?!"

    I woke up after a jolt, and saw Old Zhao looking at me dissatisfied.  I muttered to myself: It's unlucky, I usually don't care about me, and now I was trying to take a break, but this old man caught me.

    I shook my head and straightened up, only then remembered that I thought the desk was too hard, so I casually placed the book Yang Wen gave me on the desk.  Now I fell asleep, and my saliva flowed to the cover.  I thought, this family's book must be preserved properly, so I quickly pulled out a few pieces of facial tissue to wipe the cover of the book.

    Old Zhao stared at the book in my hand and asked, "Where did this book come from?"

    I said: "I met a friend yesterday and he gave it to me. But it's useless to give it to me. I can't understand it at all."

    Old Zhao seemed to be very interested in Yang Wen's book, and continued to ask: "What does the person who gave you this book do?"

    I was very curious about Lao Zhao's extraordinary concern, so I asked, "Master, do you know this book?"

    With that said, I shook the book "Please God" in my hand.  Old Zhao said coldly: "I've seen this kind of book before. I advise you not to read this kind of weird stuff. Don't blame me for not reminding you in advance if you go crazy and have a schizophrenia."

    When I heard this, I secretly complained in my heart: You are a monster.

    Thinking of Lao Zhao's "Back to Life", I also think of Yang Wen.  Since modern science cannot explain the strange things that happened to Lao Zhao, then Yang asked whether the so-called "mysticism and metaphysics" can explain it?

    But I didn't expect Lao Zhao to be very interested in my book, and kept asking me who the owner of this book was.  I couldn't hold him back, so I had no choice but to tell Lao Zhao about meeting Yang Wen and going to Heping Community.

    After Lao Zhao listened to my story, he didn't speak for a long time.  I observed the words and expressions for a long time, but I couldn't see the deep meaning behind Lao Zhao's poker face.

    At this time, I thought of the dark strings, so I asked Lao Zhao where the strings came from, and why did they have to haunt me?  Do the strings that appear these few times come from the same Qi Se?  Now that the strings are still there, what about the rest?

    I asked several questions in a row, but Lao Zhao ignored them and didn't answer any of them. Instead, he glared at me, took the book from my hand, and walked out of the office door.

    I was very angry in my heart, but there was nothing I could do about him.  There was nothing important to do this day, so I didn't go to Lao Zhao's office to listen to his orders.  When it was time to get off work, I packed my bags and headed out the door.  I wanted to find a friend out for dinner, but thinking of Lao Zhao's behavior and his previous weirdness, I immediately changed my mind and wanted to contact Yang again to ask if he could explain these weird things.

    However, he took out his mobile phone and called Yang Wen, but he heard "The number you dialed has been turned off" from the mobile phone.

    People who want to come to Yang Wen for this kind of divine way, many people will invite him to watch Feng Shui to break evil spirits, and it should be relatively busy at night.  Although I still feel a little disapproving of this profession, at least it is a legitimate business, and it is not good to bother people to make money.

    After I got home, I played the game for a while and then went to bed.  After a while, he fell asleep.

    Tonight I had a very clear dream. In the dream, there was a desert wind and sand, and the back of an old man in front was moving steadily forward.  Judging from the old man's Chinese tunic suit, he should be Lao Zhao.

    Seeing that it was Old Zhao, I couldn't help shouting behind me: "Master, Master?!"

    But Lao Zhao still did not look back, and walked forward slowly and steadily.  I hurried and hurried, and finally got close to him, patted him, and called out: "Master, where are you rushing to?"

    Only then did Old Zhao slowly turn around.  But Lao Zhao's face made my hair stand on end.

    I saw that he was bleeding from all seven orifices, his eyes were wide open, and he looked like an evil ghost in a horror movie.

    I took a few steps back and said, "Master, what are you?"

    Old Zhao's mouth opened and closed, and he said coldly, "The road ahead is closed, you can go back"

    When he said this, I suddenly saw an ancient archway rising abruptly in front of me.  In the hazy mist, I saw overlapping figures at the archway.

    I stood still, feeling at a loss for everything in front of me.  Just when I was in a daze, Lao Zhao suddenly stepped forward and gave me a hard push.  I took a few steps back, and suddenly felt that my feet were hanging in the air, and I fell straight from a certain height¡ª¡ª

    I only heard a "bang dang" in my ear and a pain in my forehead, and I woke up immediately.It looks like it's made of silver.  The handle is black wood, of good material, probably ebony.

    In addition to this, there is actually a bag of bullets.  But the bullet was also silver.  Something else surprised me even more.  First came a bag of red powder.  I picked up a little bit with my fingers and studied it for a while, and felt that it was very similar to cinnabar.  For some reason, I thought of the coffin of the old lady in the ancestral hall of Fengshan Village.  What happened that night was so shocking that I still remember every detail clearly.

    I clearly remember a strange red pattern on the coffin.  Could it be that the pattern was drawn by Old Zhao with cinnabar?  Thinking of this, I suddenly doubted Lao Zhao's true identity.  The cinnabar pattern is very similar to the Taoist charms that have appeared in TV dramas.  How could Lao Zhao understand this kind of thing?

    Putting down the bag of cinnabar, I saw there was a scroll painting in the box.  My heart beat suddenly.  This scroll painting should be the one I saw by chance that night in Fengshan Village.  I took a closer look at the material of the painting, and it was very similar to the hanging paintings in the ancestral hall. The paper was good, but it was a little yellowed and old.

    I unfolded the painting, and sure enough, I saw a coquettish beauty jumping out of the paper, so glamorous.  I remembered that Yang Wen said that these paintings were for summoning Raksha ghosts.  So this originally blank painting was "summoned" a Rakshasa ghost, and then it was sealed in this painting?

    Thinking of this, I smiled wryly for a while, and felt that my imagination could be used to write novels.

    In addition to these, there is still a sealed letter left in the box.  I thought this was the letter that Lao Zhao said he left for me, so I couldn't wait to open it and read it.

    There is only a thin piece of letter paper inside the envelope, and on it are old Zhao Qiujin's pen writing:

    "My disciple Song Yanru met:

    This trip to Fengshan Village is probably a farewell.  Thinking back to the beginning, I never fulfilled my duty as a master, and it was too late to teach you many things.  But this is also where I am most confused: what should I teach you?

    As you can see, I am a criminal police officer, and I have been a criminal police officer for 20 years.  However, my job is not to be a police officer.  According to ancient legends, Bao Zheng judges the sun by day and judges by night. Although I don't have this ability, I am still busy with various criminal cases in the world during the day, and go out to work on some "shady" cases at night.  I don't let you show up at the scene of some cases because you have a special physique and belong to the 'passing the yin body'.

    Maybe you won't understand if you talk too much.  I have a silver revolver in my case, left by my grandfather.  The name of this gun is 'God of War'.  You take it to Jingya Bookstore at No. 37, Fu'an Street, Tianjin, and find a boss named Wu, who will tell you everything.  Remember to go as soon as possible, otherwise there is danger of life.  "

    The letter ends here.  The final signature is: Zao Wou-ki.  I saw that the last few strokes of the name seemed to pause. It seems that Lao Zhao was very conflicted when he finished this letter.

    ? Although I was dubious about what he said in the letter, it was Lao Zhao¡¯s last wish. I decided to take advantage of a week¡¯s vacation to go to Tianjin.  Moreover, what is Lao Zhao's life experience?  Why on earth did he come back from the dead that night?  And now who killed him?  The Criminal Police Brigade has been unable to solve the serial murder case for a long time, and there are no clues.  Well, if I find this bookstore owner, it may also help in the detection of Lao Zhao's death.

    Thinking of this, I decided to pack up my things and plan the itinerary the next day, and go directly to Tianjin.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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