Officer Zhou took Huang Chen to the place where the deceased lived before his death, an old residential building in the Second Ring Road that was about to be demolished and even had no elevator, and most of the people living in it were elderly, so the neighbors had almost no intersection with this neighbor who often did not go home, and the mottled walls and some rusty stairwell handrails seemed to tell people about the past.

The deceased was a man living alone, named Zhang Weixiong, 34 years old unmarried, no fixed occupation, entrenched in a nearby mahjong parlor for a long time to play mahjong with others, the deceased's relatives did not seem to have any feelings and contact with the deceased, and even donated the deceased's organs, saying that he hoped that the deceased could finally do something for the world.

The landlord, Huang Chen, and Officer Zhou came to the room where Zhang Weixiong lived before his death, and the piles of instant noodles and take-out lunch boxes were everywhere, which looked very dirty, and the landlord's tone was a little melancholy: " This guy is usually in arrears of rent, and it seems that he has won a lot of money playing cards recently, and he has given all the rent arrears at once, and when I last saw him, I felt that his face was not good, but his spirit was very good, and he said that he was about to get rich, but he didn't expect this to happen, and now this broken house can't be rented, and there is no cleaning, just waiting for demolition, you can do it at will. ”

After the landlord left, Officer Zhou and Huang Chen came to a nearby restaurant to eat because they couldn't stand the smell of the room.

Officer Zhou: "The car of the Tsingshan Group, is the master familiar with the people of the Tsingshan Group?"

Huang Chen: "I only know Chen Shanjin and his master. ”

"Chen Shanjin is amazing, I am very happy that there are such enterprises and talents in our city, to be honest, I am a little hated for the rich, after all, this industry has been done for a long time, those who have been forced to have no way out because of poverty, or have seen too many guys who are not benevolent to the rich, but Chen Shanjin I respect from the heart. When Officer Zhou said these words, Huang Chen could feel that it was not flattery.

Huang Chen: "His master's vision of a Daoist master will not be bad, after all, there is a Tao before virtue and reason, and those who have attained the Tao are naturally discerning good and evil, and will not be moved by some mundane things." ”

Officer Zhou wanted to hear Master Chen Shanjin's story out of curiosity, and Huang Chen opened the topic, after all, Huang Chen himself didn't know about it.

At ten o'clock, Zhang Weixiong's body was transported from the morgue, this somewhat dilapidated old building seemed quieter, only the stairwell and a few houses had dim yellow lights, and the old people went to bed earlier, which avoided a lot of trouble.

After the two policemen carried the body into the room, Huang Chen said to Officer Zhou: "You go to a farther place and wait for my news, because of professional reasons, I am afraid that the righteousness in your body will make the ghosts dare not approach." ”

After Officer Zhou and the two policemen drove to a long distance, a young policeman in the car handed Officer Zhou a cigarette: "Boss, this guy is really a ruthless person, if I want to be alone with a corpse, I will go crazy, and I can't sleep at night if I say anything about the first seven ghosts or something." ”

Officer Zhou: "Look at your cowardice, you are a master who even Chen Shanjin knows at a young age, and it would be good if you had half of them." ”

The young policeman lit the fire to Officer Zhou: "Such a great master, how much did you spend to invite it, officer?"

Officer Zhou took a puff of his cigarette: "I didn't ask for money, but he rushed to pay for it when I ate, which made me embarrassed." ”

Young police officer: "Yo, I can't see that you are still embarrassed, I am still worried that the boss you have been cheated of money, he doesn't want any money, is he trying to deceive the boss? But that young master looks much better than the boss, there are really such good people in the world?"

Officer Zhou patted the young officer's head with his hat: "You talk a lot." ”

Zhang Weixiong's body was covered with a white cloth, and he was lying quietly on the bed at this time, Huang Chen took out three bowls after looking at the time, then filled them with rice, lit three incense sticks and two candles and inserted them in the three bowls respectively, and then found a newspaper to cushion the ground and sat down cross-legged.

A breeze blew the candle flickering, Huang Chen opened his eyes and took a look, and when he opened his six senses, he noticed that a soul with a strong obsession was nearby.

Huang Chen applied the powder to the center of his eyebrows and the sides of his temples, opened his eyes again and turned his head back, Zhang Weixiong's soul only showed a head, staring at him from the window outside the room.

Huang Chen: "Today is your first seventh, I am here to accompany you and wait for the ghost to come and pick you up, you can enjoy these incense candles, you don't have to be restrained." ”

Zhang Weixiong's ghost floated in through the window, he didn't seem to be very interested in the incense candles, just stood aside and didn't speak, Huang Chen: "I can feel that you seem to have some obsessions that you can't let go, you can tell me, I will help you try to finish, but I have a few questions I want to ask you." ”

Zhang Weixiong said sluggishly: "Seventy thousand." ”

Huang Chen was a little puzzled: "What seventy thousand?"

Zhang Weixiong: "Touch, a tube." ”

Huang Chen closed his eyes, and after carefully investigating with his six senses, he found that like Zhao Bin before, his soul was incomplete, and he didn't know how many souls were wandering outside, so he couldn't communicate normally and think completely.

Huang Chen took out the copper bell with the spell written on it, shook it gently, and kept calling Zhang Weixiong's name, and in about ten minutes, three phantoms with only soul forms and no faces came to the room, integrating into Zhang Weixiong's soul.

After returning to his soul, Zhang Weixiong looked at Huang Chen a little strangely: "Who are you? Why are you in my house?"

Huang Chen got up and walked to the side of the bed, and lifted the white cloth covering Zhang Weixiong's head: "You may not accept what I want to say, but you are dead, today is your first seven, I am here to accompany you and wait for the ghost to come and pick you up, and your body is on the bed." ”

Zhang Weixiong seemed to remember something: "Yes, I do seem to be dead." ”

Huang Chen breathed a sigh of relief at Zhang Weixiong's reaction, after all, compared with Zhao Bin, who had just finished summoning his soul before, Zhang Weixiong's reaction was relatively normal and calm.

Zhang Weixiong looked at his corpse and seemed to be a little indifferent: "If a person like me dies, he will die, I didn't expect that people will really become ghosts after they die, when will the ghosts come to pick me up? If I go to the underworld, can I still play mahjong?"

Huang Chen: "About half an hour later, that is, the time when the ghost sent to pick you up, I don't know if you can play mahjong in the underworld, I have a few questions to ask you before you leave, why your body has been dead for three days, but why have people still seen you still playing mahjong after your body died?"