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Chapter Fifty-six

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    I got into the car with Zhao Yu, and only Duan Yunyao was there.  He was driving, and we sat in the back seat, and the atmosphere was very dull for a while.

    The car drove forward steadily, and stopped when it reached a traffic light.  I heard Duan Yunyao sigh impatiently, put an arm on the back of the passenger seat.

    Neither of them spoke, and Zhao Yu even turned his head to the car window, looking at the scenery outside.  I helplessly turned my eyes to the front, and inadvertently caught a glimpse of Duan Yunyao's arm resting on the back of the chair.

    At this glance, I caught a glimpse of something like a tattoo on Duan Yunyao's arm, like a string of words, but I didn't recognize the words.  But the font is very familiar, as if I have seen it somewhere.

    This discovery inexplicably provoked my thoughts, and I began to search my guts to recall where the characters of this glyph came from.  After thinking for a while, when the car continued to move forward, I suddenly remembered where I saw this text!

    It turned out to be seen on the handle of Wu Dan's ancient knife, "Zhongtian"!  I remember Wu Dan said that the script is the oldest Dongba script, the ancient script of the Naxi people.  Could it be that Duan Yunyao is from the Naxi tribe?

    Thinking of this, I asked curiously, "Yunyao, what nationality are you from?"

    Duan Yunyao didn't seem to expect that I would ask this kind of question, so he answered after a while: "Han, do you have any questions?"

    I asked: "Then why are the tattoos on your arm the ancient characters of the Naxi people?"

    "Oh?" Duan Yunyao subconsciously raised his arm to look at it, and then lazily replied: "What kind of Western family is this? I don't know, but I went to a tattoo shop that day when I was bored, and asked the boss to tattoo it for me."  Some good-looking text patterns. I saw that the characters were pretty, so I got them on. It said it was something to keep safe, similar to the words of Buddha."

    Is it just that?  I stared suspiciously at Duan Yunyao's back for a while.  Dongba script is not common, and it would be nonsense to say that an ordinary tattoo shop owner knows about it.

    But Duan Yunyao obviously refused to tell the truth, perhaps because he didn't want to bring up his own life experience.  After hearing our conversation, Zhao Yu couldn't help but glanced at us meaningfully, but didn't say anything.

    At this time, the car has gradually entered the villa area where Ah Jiu's family is located.

    Arriving at Ah Jiu's house again, Feng Sihai was in the villa in the suburbs.  Remembering that Ah Jiu was by my side when I came last time, now that Yiren has gone, I got out of the car and walked into the villa, feeling very uncomfortable.

    Entering the living room, I saw that several people had come inside, either sitting or standing.  Duan Qingshui sat on one side, and on the other side sat a middle-aged man who looked to be in his fifties.

    I peeked at the old man's eyes, and saw that the old man's hair was a little gray, but his spirit and bearing were quite good.  Wearing a Tang suit-style short-sleeved shirt on the upper body, with his hand resting on a dragon-headed cane.

    I thought to myself, but judging by his demeanor, he should be Feng Sihai.

    At this time, Feng Sihai's eyes had already fallen on me.  My scalp was numb, thinking that Feng Sihai must mention Ah Jiu again.  I'm not afraid that he will beat me or take revenge, but it's just that it's inevitable to make people feel guilty and uneasy, and facing Ah Jiu's adoptive father, it seems pretentious for me to respond to any words.

    "Are you Song Yan?" Feng Sihai asked me to sit down.

    I nodded and met Feng Sihai's careful gaze.  He sighed softly and said, "My daughter is dead, and now the murderer is at large. Don't tell me your police have anything to say?"

    His words were not high-pitched, neither light nor heavy, but they rang in my ears like thunder, making my heart sour, but I didn't know how to answer.  I have never given up searching for Yang Wen's whereabouts, but Yang Wen is a very secretive person, and he must have learned the disguise technique from Mu Sha, so it is very difficult to find out.  But if I want to tell Feng Sihai these words, it is tantamount to shirking responsibility.

    Seeing that I didn't speak, Feng Sihai snorted coldly and said, "I didn't come to you to inquire about crimes. My daughter would rather die to protect you, so I won't make things difficult for you. But you have to agree to my two requests.  .¡±

    When I heard it, yes, here comes the point.  But what can a mob boss ask of me?  I looked at him suspiciously, but I heard Feng Sihai continue to say: "I think you also understand the reason why Ah Jiu is here with me. I want you to continue to be like Ah Jiu, helping me and doing things for me."

    When I heard this, I immediately became unhappy.  No matter how Feng Sihai and Ah Jiu are as close as father and daughter, he is also from the underworld.  Let the police do things for him, who are you!  It seems that this guy was just interested in the predictive ability of Ah Jiu's Nether Eye.

    I wanted to turn my face at that time, but held back my anger and said: "Mr. Feng, I am a policeman and I am very busy every day. Maybe I don't have time to listen to your errands."It was deep and quiet, and it was dark under the wall.  When I hit the wall, I accidentally bumped into Ruan Lingxi.

    Ruan Lingxi scolded in a low voice: "Idiot, your mother wants to scare me to death!!"

    Just as I was about to reply, Zhao Yu also jumped off the wall and whispered to us: "Stop making noise, we can't explain who disturbed the school."

    So the three of us quietly walked to the women's toilet where the accident happened.  At this time, I found that the elementary school next to the women's toilet, Huanghedao Elementary School.  At this time, the Nether Eye showed that there was a faint cloud of black air floating over the elementary school.

    "It seems that there is a problem with that elementary school." I whispered to Zhao Yu.

    Ruan Lingxi said: "Are you right? Nothing strange happened in elementary school."

    Zhao Yu glanced at the time on the phone, and said in a low voice, "Wait a little longer. It is said that the ballad appeared at eleven o'clock."

    So we hid in the dark and waited quietly.  At eleven o'clock, I really saw the faint black air over the elementary school drifting into the yard of the vocational school.  I poked Zhao Yu and said in a low voice, "It seems like something is coming."

    So the three of us calmed down and observed carefully.

    At this time, suddenly, there was a looming singing voice in my ears: "Throw, throw, throw the handkerchief, and put it gently behind the child. Don't call, hurry up, catch him, hurry up!"  Just grab him"

    This was originally a very playful and lovely song in our childhood.  However, listening to it now, the voice of singing ballads is very mechanical, and a bit sharp and harsh, which is very uncomfortable for the ears.

    And just after the song sounded, I suddenly saw a few more figures in the yard.  I counted carefully, and there were five people in total, all of whom seemed to be girls, sitting in a circle, clapping their hands mechanically, and singing this song.

    I whispered to both of them: "See?"

    Zhao Yu said in a low voice: "I see, let's lean over and have a look." Then, he took out the pistol and loaded the bullet.  I also hold the god of war in my hands.

    The three of us walked slowly and stopped half a meter behind the five ghosts.

    Only now did I see the appearance of the five ghosts clearly.  Sure enough, they are exactly the same as the photos of the deceased I have seen, except that they now have pale faces, mechanically moving mouths, clapping hands and singing expressionlessly, and staring at the empty place. No matter how you look at it, it is creepy.  Youthful and beautiful.

    But at this time, I saw a little girl running around them holding a handkerchief.  The little girl looked only ten years old, with a ponytail and a small skirt, and she sang along.

    However, the strange thing is that there is no death or ghost in this little girl, as if she is a living person.

    I whispered to Zhao Yu: "Five are ghosts, but the little girl is alive, what's going on?"

    Zhao Yu was a little stunned, and said, "Then go and take that little girl away first."

    I nodded, stepped forward and hugged the little girl from behind, and said: "Little friend, go with brother!"

    I thought the girl would at least cry and fuss for a while, but unexpectedly, the girl suddenly turned her back to me with a strange smile, and then said coldly: "I haven't lost the handkerchief yet. After that, they all died.  "

    This voice is extremely old, it really doesn't sound like a little girl's voice.  I was startled, I couldn't help but let go, and threw the girl to the ground.

    At this moment, the little girl giggled and turned her face away.  I took a closer look and was almost scared to pee.

    I saw that the little girl's body had not changed, but her face had changed into that of a seventy or eighty-year-old man with wrinkles and a mouth with few teeth, staring at us with a strange smile.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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