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Wen Zhong didn't dare to agree to Wang Shu.

After all, I haven't figured out what is going on, so accepting it rashly will make it easy for me to fall into passivity.

Just wanted to refuse, but the rooster crow that didn't know where completely beat Wen Zhong.

A system prompt came to mind.

"The system fails to trigger the ghost hunting side quest, and Yang Shou will be deducted for one year."

"The task can also be repeated, please ask if you want to continue."

Wen Zhong's stomach was full of anger, and he scolded in his heart, 'Fuck your uncle, labor and management are gone.' Is there such a play? Although it was a task accepted by Wen Zhong himself, the task was a failure.

How can you not be angry.

"Two police officers, I'm a little embarrassed, I don't have much ability, I may not be able to help much." Wen Zhong's face was a little ugly.

Feeling the burning pain on the top of his head, Wen Zhong couldn't help but scratch his head, grabbing a white hair and falling it out. Looking at the white hair in his hand, he felt a lot of emotion in his heart.

Was Yangshou deducted silently like this?

This pit system, in the end, was forced to be given to him by a thousand knives?

Everything is forced, if it weren't for Wen Zhong's peace of mind that his parents wouldn't have been able to pick a child, he would have picked his son a long time ago.

Wang Shu nodded, motioned for Zhang Xu to pack his things, and left quietly.

None of this is Wen Zhong's willingness, let alone this system. Wen Zhong has been holding back for a long time, and he has always been very unhappy in his heart. He swore to himself that he would find out the person or ghost behind the system and kill him.

I haven't been able to get peace!

Wen Zhong was very unconvinced, why should his fate be tied to this system.

Facing the mirror, Wen Zhong turned his hair vigorously, wanting to see what his yang shou was deducted, what was related to the loss of gray hair, and he studied it for a long time, but it was useless.

Just when Wen Zhong was still upset, the phone rang, and it was an unfamiliar number. Thinking that it was Zhongshu's call, Wen Zhong didn't dare to miss it, and immediately pressed the answer button.

"Hello?"

"Hello, it's Wenzhong, right?" The voice of a man on the other end of the phone sounded a little familiar: "I am Zhang Ming from the police station in the jurisdiction." ”

"Hello Director Zhang!" Wen Zhong was stunned for a moment, and then figured out that this phone number that he knew clearly was understandable. I just don't know what the other party is looking for him, is it the case that happened this morning?

"That's right, I want to get a little help from you for something, I wonder if you've been available lately?" Zhang Ming smiled and threw out the conditions that Wen Zhong couldn't refuse: "After the matter is completed, work and money will not be missing you, of course, you can also make requests." As for the case on you, it's nothing. ”

A piece of candy and a stick were thrown to Wen Zhong, intending to let him weigh it himself.

How could Wen Zhong not understand in his heart that this was clearly threatening himself.

If you don't agree, you may not know what will happen. For those temptations such as money and work, Wen Zhongke never thought of it.

Wen Zhong pondered for a while, and finally agreed to Director Zhang's request.

"Then I'll go to the police station to find you later."

The other end of the phone was smiling very happily, Zhang Ming hung up the phone, very satisfied with Wen Zhong's answer, it seems that this kid still knows the times. At the end of the year, he must be promoted, and this time it all depends on Wen Zhong's contribution.

But the insurance is good.

Then he picked up the phone and dialed: "Hey." Daochang Li, I don't know if you are free today, I don't know if you are ready for what I told you before? ”

"Don't worry, Director Zhang." The other end of the phone replied: "I have prepared the other talismans, the price is fair, and I will send them to you when the time comes." ”

"Okay." Zhang Mingle hung up the phone, and then thought about making another call.

Rental houses.

Wen Zhong woke up the fainting Qiangzi and was sure to send him back.

After eating breakfast together, Wen Zhong's ridicule could not be avoided on the way, and Qiangzi had a hard mouth, so he didn't admit that he was afraid of ghosts. In the end, Wen Zhong gave him a talisman sealed in the pendant, which can be regarded as protecting him.

With such cute comrades-in-arms, life is quite interesting.

After Wen Zhong sent Qiangzi away, he hurried to the police station in the jurisdiction.

After the people arrived, Zhang Ming was standing next to a Mercedes-Benz in civilian clothes, already waiting. Wen Zhong didn't know what the other party wanted to do, so he followed him and sat in the car.

"Later, I still have someone to pick up, so you can go up by yourself when you arrive." Zhang Ming sat in the co-pilot and reached out to hand over a piece of paper with the address written on it.

Wen Zhong nodded, and just wanted to open his mouth to ask what he was doing, Zhang Ming stared at Wen Zhong and waved his hand, signaling not to ask more.

"What the hell is going on?"

There was nothing to say along the way, and the car quickly arrived at a high-end neighborhood and stopped.

Wen Zhong was kicked out of the car, and the car quickly left.

Looking at the address on the piece of paper, Wen Zhong asked the doorman before walking in.

Could it be that Zhang Ming's superior leaders live in this community?

What can they ask of themselves?

All this can only be known when you go upstairs and meet me.

Soon, Wen Zhong followed the door number to find the resident, knocked on the door, and no one responded.

When I looked up, there was a piece of paper on the door with a few words written on it.

"The door is open, enter on your own, and call the phone on the desk if you have something."

What's going on?

Wen Zhong was confused, if he was framed, although he would not die for trespassing on his house, he would inevitably be beaten. I knocked on the door again, but there was still no answer.

"What are you doing, young man?"

Suddenly a person behind him was talking, Wen Zhong turned his head in fright, and saw that it was an old lady on crutches, which turned out to be the neighbor to the door. The old lady looked Wen Zhong up and down, and muttered to herself: "Are you here to help Director Xiao Zhou catch ghosts again?" ”

"Director Xiao Zhou? Ghost hunting? Wen Zhong was even more puzzled, how could this old lady know better than himself, and quickly stretched out his hand to help the old lady and asked, "Grandma, what did you just say?" ”

"Aren't you here to hunt ghosts? Xiao Zhou's family is often haunted, and their family has moved to live in the temple, and I heard that they haven't come back for a long time. I often invite Taoist priests and monks to come here to catch ghosts! Their family has changed a lot of houses, but there are still ghosts haunting them, and I heard that Xiao Zhou got into trouble with unclean things. ”

"Hurry back, young man, you can't stay here." The old lady waved her hand, walked slowly home, and closed the door.

Maybe it was because the vibration was too loud, and the sound of the old lady closing the door was too loud.

The door of the opposite room, that is, the door of Xiao Zhou's house mentioned in the old lady's words, suddenly opened by itself with a 'squeak', followed by a cold that seeped into the bones, rushing to the face.

Wen Zhong shuddered and looked back.

The door was open outward, and there was a clean red stepping mat in the doorway, and a few pairs of white disposable slippers were placed on it, looking like they were from a hotel.

Wen Zhong stretched out his head and shouted softly, but no one responded.

The curtains were closed throughout the room, and the light did not shine into the room at all, making the whole room a little dark. The lights were not turned on, and the furnishings of the room could only be roughly seen.

There is a small straight corridor on the left, a dining room on the left, a wooden partition on the right, on which various handicrafts are placed, and behind the partition is a large living room, leather sofas, root carved tea sets, home audio appliances.

The dining room has a kitchen and a balcony on one side, and the living room on the other side also has a balcony and a small drying room.

Walking down the small hallway, there is a storage room, bathroom and a study on the left, two bedrooms on the right, and a bathroom in the master bedroom.

This kind of room configuration is at least more than 160 square meters, and this community is leaning on a place with lake water, and the price is really not low. When Wen Zhong passed by here, he was envious of people who could afford to buy this kind of house.

Visiting the house all the way, I opened the curtains with my hands.

The room is quite clean and tidy, and it seems that the family has arranged for people to be tidy.

Feng Shui furnishings?

Wen Zhong doesn't make sense.

Dancing the great god to exorcise ghosts, dancing like a Taoist priest and burning yellow talismans, Wen Zhong will not be able to. It doesn't look like there's anything in the room, it doesn't look like a haunted place.

It's just a little cold.

There are no hints, so what's going on?

Bang Dang!

Just as I was thinking about it, the open door suddenly squeaked, and I closed it again. Wen Zhong glanced at the door, and there was a middle-aged man in a Taoist uniform standing at the door.

Taking a closer look, Wen Zhong had some impressions of people in his heart, and it seemed that he had seen him more than once. It seems that he has seen it in his own place, and in the morning this man seems to be hiding in a dark corner, dancing with guns and sticks.

Wen Zhong didn't speak, sat on the sofa by himself, and played with his mobile phone.

In my heart, I am becoming more and more interested in this person, this person can see him everywhere, and it seems that fate is really not shallow.

"Hello, I'm Li Qing, and everyone calls Poor Dao Li Daochang."

This person saw that the room was opened, and he also saw Wen Zhong sitting on the sofa, his face was obviously a little surprised, but he soon smiled and stretched out his hand to greet Wen Zhong.

Wen Zhong waved his hand: "Wen Zhong." And he spoke no more.

I feel from the bottom of my heart that this man named Li Qing is definitely not that simple, although he looks like a Taoist priest, he faintly feels that the blood-red helmet he encountered is inextricably related to this Li Qing.

Wen Zhong ignored him, and Li Qing didn't look embarrassed, and withdrew his outstretched hand. Zigu took out a lot of things from the bag he was carrying, and they were objects that Wen Zhong couldn't understand anyway.

There is a sword made of copper coins, which is very novel, the same as in the movie, it is really unclear what Wenzhong is called.

"The Zhou Bureau has already contacted me, and the price has been negotiated, whoever catches a ghost here will get the reward he deserves." Li Qing took out many things from his bag and placed them on the table in the restaurant.

seems to be talking to himself, but it is actually Wen Zhong speaking.

Li Qing was also shocked at this time, he didn't expect to meet this kid here, is this kid also a fellow practitioner? But no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like Erlang's legs are hanging around, just like a ruffian.

However, this kid exudes a dead breath, this kid's life is really big, and he didn't die at that time.

Li Qing shook his head, didn't think about it anymore, meowed at Wen Zhong slightly, and went to do his own thing.