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Chapter 504: The Lost Spirit

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    I leaned over to take a look, and the wound was indeed shocking.  The scar must have been deep, leaving an ugly scar like a sharp knife.  It stands to reason that most of the skin trauma left by the cat's paw scratching it suddenly, cannot be such a deep wound.  This must be a cat demon who has become a spirit.

    After a while, the boss of the otaku opened the door. His hair was disheveled and his eyes were dull. It seemed that he hadn't slept well.  Seeing that it was us, he was even more displeased: "What's the matter, did someone die again in the morning?"

    Zhao Wen said: "Boss, we want to dig into the corner of your embroidered building to have a look."

    The boss was not happy when he heard it: "Why, the police are also doing demolition? Forced demolition? Even if there is a life lawsuit, it has nothing to do with my house!!"

    Zhao Wen frowned, and when he was about to speak, Zhao Yu immediately added: "Don't misunderstand, we are afraid that there is some kind of murder weapon hidden inside. In short, we will pay you enough money to let you hire the best  The bricklayers fixed it again."

    Although the boss was unhappy, he didn't want to have more conflicts with the police, so he nodded and sighed: "Okay, you can make trouble, just remember to give me the money." As he said, he slammed the door angrily.

    Zhao Wen shouted outside the door: "Hey, boss, it's useful to borrow a hoe or something!!"

    The boss shouted: "No! Find a way to go!"

    Zhao Wen spat: "What!"

    I said speechlessly: "If someone wants to dig the wall of your house, would you be willing? You idiot. It's good if people agree. Find a way to dig it yourself. I think the walls are still quite strong, and it's not easy to dig.  .¡±

    At this moment, the proprietress of the shop next door came over and asked with a smile: "What are you going to dig? Renovation? My man is in this business, tearing down a wall for someone, repairing the entire roof or something. You guys  If you need it, I will give you a cheap one."

    Zhao Wen snorted coldly, glanced at her and was about to refuse, I immediately said: "Okay, auntie, this police officer Zhao will give you the money.  You want to start working now, okay?"

    The proprietress was immediately happy when she heard this: "All right, all right, I'll call him up, I haven't gotten up yet! I'll go there right away!"

    With that said, the proprietress went into the house in a jolt.  Zhao Wen pointed at us, and said helplessly for a while: "Forget it, I don't know if the bureau will reimburse the funds."

    Not long after, the proprietress dragged a middle-aged skinny uncle out the door.  The uncle is not tall, his face is quite dark, and he looks sleepy and still not fully awake.

    We told him that we wanted to poach the wall [slightly weird], the uncle negotiated a price with us, and called his teammates to poach the wall together [this behavior is really weird].  A group of us went upstairs, and I pointed to the corner where the ghost hand was photographed.  Uncle construction workers asked, to what extent?

    I thought about it for a while and said, just dig something other than masonry.  Several construction workers looked at each other, probably thinking that we were idiots, but they started digging without saying anything.  After digging for a short time, an uncle said: "Wait a minute, there is something like white wood in the cracks of the bricks, or white stones, is this what you want?"

    As soon as I heard that there was a foreign object, I immediately leaned over to have a look.  I saw that there were indeed long white strips embedded in the brick joints, as if they were used as fillers to plug the brick joints, and were stuffed into the wall.

    I told them to stop, and pulled them out with my hands.  It felt like a piece of wood, and it was cool.  It was stuffed into a crack in the wall and it still hasn't rotted.  I tried harder in my hand, and the wood was pulled out by me.  When I put it in front of my eyes, I was shocked.

    This is a memorial tablet, with handwriting engraved on it, but the paint is almost gone.

    The tablet is the passport of ghosts and gods.  In addition to writing the name of the deceased, we also need to write Yangshang, who is our Yangshang people.  When writing about Master Yang, the appellation must correspond to the relationship of the deceased.  For example, the dead person is a mother, called Zhao Wen [Sorry I can only let you play a cameo].  Then Yangshang people should be sons or daughters.  If you don't write about Yang Shangren, it will be very troublesome to write only one Zhao Wen.  In the ghost way, when the ghost king mentioned Zhao Wen, a large group of people with the same name and surname came, which one to mention?  Because there are so many people with the same name and surname, it is very troublesome not to write Yangshang people.  It will be different if you write Shangyang Shangren.  But there is another problem here. For example, Zhao Wen's son is called Zhao Jie.  Among one hundred Zhao Wen, there may be five Zhao Wen's sons named Zhao Jie, and the sons also have the same name and surname, which is troublesome.  What about this?  Therefore, two lines of characters should be written on the back of the tablet: one line should write the year, month, day, and time of birth;  hour.  After writing in this way, when you get to the ghost king, you won't mention the wrong person.  Nowadays, many people write tablets and directly write their names, which is not good, it has no effect, and ghosts may not come.  ?Or responsible ghosts will look it up, but it will take a lot of time [just making complaints and popularizing knowledge].

    However, this tablet is completely written, not only the name of the deceased "Huang Shu'e", but also the date of her birth and death.  No, I looked carefully and found that the date of birth was written, but the date of death was not written.  This is very strange.

    "Who is Huang Shu'e?" I looked at the tablet and said speechlessly.  Could it be that some ghost is upset about being pressed here, so that we let her out?  It still looks like a female ghost.

    "I'll ask the owner of the store." As Zhao Wen was about to go downstairs, among the workers, the husband of the proprietress next door shouted, "Wait, I seem to have heard the name before. This is not the crazy old lady downstairs."  , is that the name of Xiao Lu's [shop owner]'s wife?"

    This time we are all surprised.

    Ruan Lingxi said: "But isn't that old man still alive?"

    Zhao Wen said: "I'll call the boss to ask." Then he turned and left.  Not long after, the boss was dragged over by Zhao Wen.  When the boss saw the tablet, his face turned pale: "I haven't looked for it, why is it here?"

    I asked curiously: "Is this your mother's tablet?"

    The shop owner snorted coldly and said, "Yes, it was originally set up."

    Tang Xin interjected: "Isn't your mother still alive? Are you cursing her?"

    The shop owner was annoyed when he heard this: "What are you talking about, what do you want me to curse my mother! A few years ago, my mother suffered from a serious illness and almost left.  I came here. That¡¯s all. Later, I lost the tablet somewhere. I didn¡¯t expect it to be found by you.¡±

    Zhao Wen slapped the boss on the head and cursed: "Are you fucking kidding us?! Throwing anything casually can put you in the crack of the wall?!"

    The shop owner said angrily: "Hey, I lost a memorial tablet, why do you care?! Don't tell me that you think this thing is a murder weapon!! It's sick!"

    At this time, several construction workers were also stunned in place, wondering why we were entangled in one memorial tablet.  Zhao Wen invited a few people out first, then came back, and said to the shop owner: "You don't speak dark words in front of Ming people. Your house is haunted, isn't it?"

    The store owner remained silent.  Zhao Wen continued: "You know this house is haunted, why did you let it in?!"

    The shop owner frowned and said, "I said you police are really strange, why are you still promoting feudal superstition?"

    Zhao Wen scolded: "Answer me honestly! Otherwise, I will lock you up in this room tonight!"

    The shop owner's face turned pale, and he said after a while, "I heard it was haunted, but I didn't take it seriously. Who would believe this thing."

    Zhao Wen said: "Then why did you stuff this tablet into the cracks in the bricks? Is there any purpose?"

    The shop owner was silent.  Zhao Yu went over and rummaged through the bricks, and found a pile of rotten paper-like things from the inner layer.

    "This is a yellow paper, it's a spell. But I can't see what was written on it." Zhao Yu said: "Boss, if you tell us the truth, maybe we can help you. Some magic spells have a strong backlash effect.  , if you don¡¯t control it well, it may kill you and your mother.¡±

    The shop owner curled his lips helplessly, but still didn't say anything.  It took us a long time to persuade him, and the shop owner told us the origin of the tablet and why it was fortified in this embroidery building.

    A few years ago, Huang Shu'e, the mother of the shop owner Guo Jie, was seriously ill, and the treatment was declared invalid.  Guo Jie was very sad. When he was preparing for his mother's funeral, a man who called himself a Taoist gave him a "life-saving" method.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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