Add Bookmark | Recommend this book | Back to the book page | My bookshelf | Mobile Reading

Free Web Novel,Novel online - All in oicq.net -> Prose -> Ghost police

Chapter 358

Previous page        Return to Catalog        Next page

    ?

    "You mean the crazy mother-in-law resurrected? If it was an old person, who would it be?" I asked puzzled.

    "The crazy mother-in-law seems to have Taoism and a certain ability to predict. Have you ever known such a person before?" Zhao Yu asked.

    "I know, I'm not dead, I'm not yet an adult. The only one I know is Xiaoman who has a certain ability to predict. Could it be that Xiaoman's soul can still enter the body of the crazy mother-in-law and pull ancient classical Chinese with me so maturely?" I sweated.  : "I'm wondering if it's some senior expert who came out to help us level up and fight monsters because he was bored in practice?"

    Zhao Yu shook his head and said, "Impossible, if it doesn't matter, why did she save you so many times?"

    We chatted for a few words and had no idea. Seeing that the others were just unconscious, we opened the gate of the airport from the inside, and we saw that the police and medical staff were surrounded outside.

    After briefly introducing the situation inside to the police colleagues, Zhao Yu and I were exhausted and wanted to go back to the Municipal Bureau.  When I was on the road, I suddenly remembered Zhao Yu's many wounds, so I took him to Wu Dan first, to see if Wu Dan could cure Zhao Yu's injuries.

    When I arrived at Wu Dan Bookstore, I found that he was looking at Guo Degang again without exception.  While watching and eating grapes, I worried that if Wu Dan continued to watch, he would look like Guo Degang.  With the current figure, it is basically a brand-destroying style, and LV can be worn like a street stall.

    As soon as Zhao Yu and I walked in, we saw that there were not many customers in the bookstore.  Wu Dan glanced at both of us and saw that Zhao Yu's body was wrapped in several bandages. He immediately jumped up from the chair, walked over in astonishment, and asked, "Why, Xiao Zhao, why are you so injured?"

    I pulled Wu Dan aside and said in a low voice: "Master, can this zombie body still be injured? How can it be broken if it is about to be injured?"

    Wu Dan said with a wry smile: "I don't know, I haven't encountered such a thing before. It depends on Xiao Zhao's recovery, so we can observe."

    After speaking, Wu Dan stepped forward to check Zhao Yu's wound, frowned and said, "It's really hard to say, I saw that Xiao Zhao's wound is also healing and recovering, and you can see that the blood is not bleeding anymore. What the hell is going on?  of?"

    So I told Wu Dan what happened at the airport.  Wu Dan was silent for a while, and asked, "You said you saw five tiger-headed figures?"

    I nodded and said, "Yes, I think it looks like a totem of an ethnic minority. What do you think, Master?"

    Wu Dan nodded and said: "There is a nation called the Yi people. I think you all know that they worship fire. The Yi people have a sorcery, which is to burn people's souls with the fire of hell. The ghosts burned by this kind of fire can't be reincarnated basically, and they will wander around the world.  Outside the Three Realms, that is, the place where you met Ma Luoyu. Most of those ghosts have turned into monsters outside the Three Realms."

    I shivered, thinking of the blood pool Ma Luoyu was in before, and the strange mermaids in the blood pool were still fresh in my memory.  Thinking of this, I suddenly thought of the crazy mother-in-law again, so I asked Wu Dan what he thought of that "seems like an old friend came".

    "An old friend?" Wu Dan repeated: "If it's a dead body, it must be your old friend."

    "If a dead person escapes the capture of the underworld and stays in the world, then he was a master of Taoism and magic, and he also had the ability to predict. I don't know that." I said.

    Wu Dan thought for a while, and said: "It is not certain whether you have the ability to predict. In fact, it is not necessary to have the ability to tell your past and future."

    "Then who else knows?" I asked: "The most powerful fortuneteller is called Mai Shenxiang in Chinese. How many people can there be in the whole country? It is impossible for ordinary Taoists to see through the future of others."

    Wu Dan said: "Great ghosts can freely enter and exit the Yin-Yang Road. Although they may not be able to break through the 18 hells, it should be no problem to wander around. However, there is a three-life stone beside the bridge, and there are everyone's past and present lives on the three-life stone. As long as  The soul of this person stands in front of the Sansheng Stone, and his past and future will slowly appear on the Sansheng Stone. If there is a certain spell, you can see certain things in the past and present of other people related to this person. But if the secret is revealed  , to a certain extent, it will be difficult for this person to reincarnate into an adult again, and it is very likely that his soul will be scattered in the end."

    I was surprised and said: "Could it be that the ghost of an old man with profound Taoism has possessed the crazy mother-in-law?"

    Wu Dan nodded and said, "Very likely."

    Zhao Yu asked curiously from the side: "Do you remember who this old man is?"

    I thought about it, I seem to know only one of the deceased masters of Taoism!  That is my former master, Lao Zhao, who died early!

    "Old Zhao?" I asked Wu Dan.

    Wu Dan took a deep breath, nodded and said: "It is likely. It was hard for this old thing to hide from me. I even burned paper for him on Ching Ming Festival. It's really not enough."mean.  "

    Zhao Yu asked: "Who is Old Zhao?"

    I smiled bitterly and said: "My master before." Thinking of this, I suddenly remembered that Zhao Yu's master was probably also Lao Zhao, and I didn't know what to say for a while.

    Wu Dan pondered and said: "Yes or no, just look at the box he gave you to know."

    I remembered the old box that Lao Zhao gave me before. Since I brought it to Tianjin, I threw it to Wu Dan for safekeeping.  Because what was left in the box was nothing more than a portrait of a Rakshasa ghost, probably a seal.

    Wu Dan went to the hut at this time, turned out the old box, and said to Zhao Yu and me: "If Lao Zhao is possessed, then his ghost must have followed you to Tianjin. You brought this bag with you when you came.  I checked the box, everything else is fine, only this painting, I didn¡¯t pay much attention to it at the time. If the ghost is hidden in the painting, then there is probably a mystery in the painting.¡±

    As he spoke, he opened the box, and inside there was only a bottle of cinnabar, a few Taoist talismans, and the scroll painting.  Wu Dan unfolded the scroll and placed it in front of us.

    I saw that the painting is still the enchanting Rakshasa ghost, but it seems that a lot of charm is missing.  Wu Dan turned over the old drawing paper, and suddenly said: "This drawing paper is a bit strange, it seems to be quite thick."

    Zhao Yu took a look at it, and said, "It was framed, and something else should have been covered under the scroll." Then, he tore the portrait of the Rakshasa ghost off the paper.  I didn't know it was pasted on another painting until he started tearing it up.  After the portrait of Rakshasa ghost was completely torn off, I was surprised to find that under the scroll was Lao Zhao's meticulous painting.  The picture of Lao Zhao wearing a police uniform is imposing, very charming, and lifelike.

    Seeing Lao Zhao's face again, I felt a little emotional and sad.  Zhao Yu asked, "Is this your former master?"

    I thought this is also your master, but I don't know how to say it.

    I nodded.  Wu Dan said: "Yes, this is the portrait of Lao Zhao hidden. This guy actually pretended to be a fairy in the painting. It is likely that Lao Zhao's ghost has not dissipated, and he came back to life with the corpse of a crazy woman. No wonder he  Know everything."

    I was so sad that I didn't know whether to cry or laugh.  But now I don't know where the crazy mother-in-law lives. If I know, I must visit and ask if he is Lao Zhao.

    After we returned from Wu Dan's shop, although we were exhausted, we had to continue investigating the case.  Now the incident at the airport has made the mess even bigger, and Ouyang Zhuan's family is almost going to dance with us.  In order to solve the case as soon as possible, Ouyang Zhuan's family also joined our investigation. Knowing that I took the diary from Mrs. Tang, the descendant of Mr. Lu, they took it and read it for themselves.  However, the overturn of the Brick House really uncovered clues.

    It turned out that there was a page between the cover and the front page of the diary, but it was stuck with glue.  Ouyang Zhuanjia took a paper knife and carefully cut the paper, but saw a photo falling out of it.  I picked up the photo from the ground and saw that it was a yellowed photo from the period of the Republic of China. The photo showed a family of three, a dignified wife in her thirties, a tall and handsome husband and a one-year-old daughter.

    "Is this Mr. Lu and his wife?" I asked.

    "No." Zhao Yu said: "I have checked the information of the Lu family, and this looks a lot different from the old man Lu in the old photos, and his height seems to be different."

    "Then who is this? Isn't the one hidden in the diary of the old man of the Lu family's youngest daughter a family portrait?" I said.

    Ouyang Zhuanjia said: "Why did I see that there are words on the back of this photo, please turn it over and take a look."

    I opened it and saw that there was indeed a poem called "Song of Zigui": "The concubine walks on the road of Chang'an, and her heart is longing for love. The place where the beacon smoke is looking is the king's golden armor. Only the sound of the golden sword is heard, and the horse's hoof splashes the yellow sand.  . After thirteen years in prison, when can I return home?"

    Although my poetry skills are not very good, but after a careful reading, it seems that this is about a general's wife, or concubine, confidante, etc. in the deep boudoir, hoping that the husband who is away from the war will return home soon.  This seems to have nothing to do with the Lu family.

    "Could it be that Ms. Lu's family has nothing to write about? Young literary and artistic youths like this." I said.  Judging by the beautiful handwriting, it should be written by a woman.

    "No, this is a Tibetan poem." Ouyang Zhuanjia held the photo and said, "Look at the first word of each sentence."

    I leaned over to take a look, and the beginning of each line read together: "The concubine's heart is tied to Ma Jian."

    Ma Jian!  Isn't this the name of the housekeeper of the Lu family at that time?  !

    "Ma Jian is the housekeeper of the Lu family." I said to Ouyang Zhuan's family, "Is this the housekeeper Ma's family?"

    "A housekeeper may not have the money to take pictures. Western photos were very expensive at that time." Ouyang Bo said: "Look at the clothes of these people. Although the men's clothes are neat and clean, the fabric should be ordinary linen. But the clothes around him  The cheongsam worn by this woman is made of silk. Looking at this little girl again, she wears a necklace around her neck, and there are jade stones hanging on the collar. She looks like a child of a rich family. This woman is also the wife of a rich man. I guess,  This woman is the original wife of the Lu family, and the child is likely to be the owner of the diary, Miss Lu. This man is the housekeeper Ma Jianma."

    "Damn it, Mrs. Lu is having an affair with the housekeeper?" I said in surprise.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com)??"Look at the clothes of these people again. Although the men's clothes are neat and clean, the fabric should be ordinary linen. But the cheongsam worn by the woman next to him is made of silk. Look at this little girl again, her neck  There is a collar on it, and jade is hung on the collar. It looks like a child of a rich family. This woman is also the wife of a rich man. I speculate that this woman is the original wife of the Lu family, and the child is probably the owner of the diary.  Miss Lu, this man is Steward Ma Jianma."

    "Damn it, Mrs. Lu is having an affair with the housekeeper?" I said in surprise.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report