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Chapter 632: The Secret of the Tragedy

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    "The prophecy may not be accurate." I comforted him, "Like the three realms of heaven, earth and man, species beyond these three realms also exist, such as the little zombie bk of the Ma family. It's not right to say that he is a human or a zombie.  It is the variables between heaven and earth. No matter how powerful Fuxi's gossip is handed down, it cannot determine the future of these variables. It can be seen that these prophecies may not be accurate, because there may be many variables along the way."

    "Speaking of Ma Yun, it worries me even more." Duan Qingshui sighed, "I'm afraid he is the biggest nemesis and variable of the Protoss."

    "Don't think about it yet, let the two of them rest." Su Ling said, "I'm afraid I'm going to catch a cold if I'm tired this night."

    Duan Qingshui just gave up and said: "You two rest first, we will talk about it tomorrow." After speaking, Duan Qingshui left with Su Ling.  I sent the two of them out, and seeing Boss Duan's worried expression, I couldn't help feeling a little worried.

    But the feeling of being cold and tired quickly suppressed these emotions.  After washing, I fell on the bed and fell asleep.

    This sleep was very peaceful, and there were no magnificent dreams.  When I was young, I liked to dream. Later, Wu Dan said that it may be because of my relatively "spiritual" physique. There have always been spirits who want to convey messages to me through dreams, asking me to do this or that.  It's a pity that I hadn't enlightened back then, and I dreamed it as I dreamed it. I didn't even think that it was a message for help from the underworld.

    It is different now, not only enlightened, but also over-enlightened.  So the dream became more and more varied.

    For example, tonight, another dream that was vague but like a lucid dream came.  But there is no protagonist in this dream, only empty streets, scenery, and ancient buildings, just like a tourist promotional film.

    An ancient archway keeps flashing among them, but it looks like something left over from the Ming and Qing Dynasties.  This scene is very familiar, and I can't help wondering where it is in my dream.  In other words, which boring ghost took me on a night tour of the scenic spot, so I can't do it by myself?

    But the dream didn't last long. After a while, the scene of this one-night trip flashed in my mind a few times, and then went out.  Once again there was silence and darkness all around.  This time, I fell asleep completely.

    After waking up from this sleep, the exhaustion is completely gone.  After getting up, he saw that Ruan Lingxi had woken up early and was cooking porridge in the kitchen.  The aroma of porridge curled up, and the morning sun outside the window shone warmly in the room, which suddenly gave me a sense of tranquility from the bottom of my heart.

    Ruan Lingxi wore an apron and brought the porridge to the coffee table in the living room, stroked the hair that had fallen on her forehead, and said, "Are you awake? I can really sleep and eat."

    A few simple words were very useful to my ears, and I couldn't help but stare at her face for a while.  The light morning light reflected on her beautiful face, which seemed to exaggerate her beauty and eye-catching look.  Containing a bit of doubt, his black and white eyes stared at me, which made me feel a little heartbeat.

    I couldn't help stretching out my hands to hold Ruan Lingxi's cheeks, pulled her over, and kissed her soft lips.  Ruan Lingxi closed her eyes, and at this beautiful moment, I suddenly heard a snoring sound coming from below.  Ruan Lingxi pushed me away involuntarily, we both looked back and saw the little fox took this opportunity to climb onto the table, and actually gave us both a few sips of porridge one by one.

    "Fuck, my breakfast!!" I said depressedly.

    Ruan Lingxi didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "I'll go and fill it up again, and I'll give it all to eat."

    Having said that, Ruan Lingxi lowered his eyebrows and smiled, stroked the little fox's head, and went back to the kitchen.  I saw the little fox with porridge sticking to his mouth, tilting his head to look at me, his innocent eyes sparkling, angry and funny in my heart, so I hugged him and sighed, "Are you a fox or a dog?  How about a bit of arrogance?"

    The little fox thought for a while, then suddenly stuck out his tongue and licked the corner of my mouth.

    "Ah bah bah bah bah!!" I immediately dropped it and ran to the bathroom to spit a few times.  Nima, this guy has never brushed his teeth, right?

    After I came out of the bathroom, had breakfast, and hadn't had a rest, the call from the Hunting Bureau came.

    "Brother Song, Chief Ouyang asked you and Team Zhao to come over immediately!" Lin Yufan's voice on the phone was very serious.

    "Damn, didn't you agree to give me a day off?" I sighed, and looked back at Ruan Lingxi, afraid that she would be in danger if she was not careful, so I put down the phone, called Zhao Yu to go out together, and sent Ruan Lingxi to Boss Duan by the way.  There, ask him to help find someone to protect the wicked girl.

    Unexpectedly, after meeting Duan Qingshui, Boss Duan said: "You are going to the Hunting Bureau now, then I will go with you."

    "Isn't it good? We are going to do business." I thought to myself that you, a gangster, would follow along.

    "Ouyang Bo also asked me to go to the side??.  Duan Qingshui said immediately.

    "What?" I froze for a moment, then remembered Feng Sihai's background, and immediately understood.  Although Boss Duan is not from the Soul Hunting Bureau, he is Feng Sihai's life and death brother. Maybe this time the Spirit Hunting Bureau needs his help for something important.

    So the three of us rushed to the Hunting Bureau together.  On the way, I was a little uneasy. Thinking back to what happened recently, I always felt that there were dark waves under the bright autumn scenery.

    Involuntarily turned his head to look out of the car window, but saw the pedestrians on the street in a hurry, the traffic was busy, and everything was as usual.  However, no one can predict whether there are other evil forces surging under this calm appearance.

    After arriving at the Spirit Hunting Bureau, Ouyang Bo called Zhao Yu and me into the office first, and said, "The last case of exterminating the door has not been completely closed. After Xiao Song's master, Mr. Wu, relieved the girl's evil spirit, the girl  It took half a month to recuperate before returning to normal. She will be sent to the Hunting Bureau in a while, I think you can ask her to assist in the investigation."

    "Is it the murderer or Lin Sixing? He caught that girl as an introduction to a ghost, and made that girl go crazy and kill her family members?" I asked, "Didn't the case be closed according to this before?  The girl is also a victim of being manipulated by evil spirits, so she has not been dealt with."

    Ouyang Bo said: "This is just one aspect. There are other doubts. I guess this girl named Meng Tingyun will give some answers. For example, the stone lion at the door of the family where the accident happened."

    When Ouyang Bo mentioned it, I suddenly remembered that there was indeed a pair of small stone lions placed in front of the house of the family involved in the Miemen massacre, and they were still facing the house.  Generally speaking, the stone lion is placed for the town house, but it is placed facing the main house of your own house. This is the first time I have seen it.  Most importantly, the stone lion is exactly the same as the one we dug by the Hai River!  Could it be that it was written by the same person?

    After thinking about it this way, I became even more confused.  For an ordinary family, even with the guidance of an expert, a pair of lion cubs are placed in the town house, but the location is not right.

    Not only that, but why is it related to the lightning-leading formation on the bank of the Haihe River?  Thinking of this, I feel that this case is far from over.  And the recent incidents followed one after another, and I basically didn't have the time to think about these details carefully.  But as soon as Ouyang Bo mentioned it, I realized that this case was not as simple as the one that was closed in our file.

    "The commander asked us to continue the investigation of this case?" Zhao Yu asked.

    Ouyang Bo nodded and said: "Yes, we have to investigate to the end, I guess, this family extermination case has something to do with the lightning array next to the Haihe River."

    "Can this be related?" I touched my chin involuntarily, thinking for a while.  No matter how you think about it, it is impossible.  The layout of the thunder formation must be an expert, but this family that died tragically, we have almost checked eight generations of their ancestors, all of them are ordinary people, and there is not even a person with a strange skeleton. It seems that it has nothing to do with the Taoist family.  relation.

    The only one that is special is probably that Meng Tingyun.  This special does not mean that she is exceptionally talented, but that she is related to Lin Sixing by accident.  But speaking of Meng Tingyun, I never thought that she and the dead Meng Tingye were twin sisters.

    When I saw her for the first time, I really thought I saw Meng Tingye's ghost.

    After discussing like this, Lin Yufan knocked on the door and entered, and said, "Meng Tingyun is here, sir, do you want her to be investigated now?"

    Ouyang Bo said: "Let her in first, and let Mr. Duan wait outside for a while." (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com
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