Chapter 66: Midyear Festival

The movement outside the door became louder and louder, and Liao Wenjie shouted that the ghost would not go away, put away the wooden box, and opened the door.

There was still some residue of the Yijin Cleansing Pill, he took it out from time to time and tasted it, the effect was minimal, it could not improve his physique, but it could help him speed up the cultivation process, just like opening double experience.

"Brother Jie, I knew it...... Hey, what smells like you have in your house, it smells weird. โ€

Zhou Xingxing, wearing a pair of sunglasses, swaggered into the door, smelled the residual aftertaste in the air, and suddenly realized: "I know, it must be you sitting on the toilet while eating......"

"Phew, a dog can't spit ivory out of his mouth."

Liao Wenjie interrupted in time, and said with a dark face: "If you have something to say, go out and release a fart, and close the door by the way." โ€

"Brother Jie, I have something to do with you."

"Say it every time."

"This time it's really different, it's not just a serious matter, it's also a business matter, I don't believe you look at my honest eyes."

Zhou Xingxing: (ร’๊‡ดร“)ูˆ

Liao Wenjie: (; โ‰–ห‡_ห‡โ‰–)

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"Brother Jie, you speak, it's embarrassing not to speak at this time."

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"Please, brothers, why do you always mess with me?"

"I've been in retreat recently, so I don't have time to take care of you."

"Coincidentally, I'm here for this too."

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"Here's the thing, some time ago I was promoted and raised, and now I am the chief inspector who everyone admires, you know this matter, I won't mention it anymore."

Zhou Xingxing pushed down his sunglasses, and suddenly sighed: "The people above don't know what to think, Uncle Da stayed in the region to manage the serious crime team, but he threw me to the Sham Shui Po Division as the deputy commander." โ€

"Isn't the second-in-command bad, except for the director, no one can put up a stand in front of you."

"That's not what I said, the deputy commander of the division just listened to the majesty, Sham Shui Po is full of factories in all directions, sparsely populated, birds don't, and there are no two major cases all year round."

Zhou Xingxing sighed and looked at the ceiling: "Pity my generation of police stars, reduced to spending their youth every day, it's really God's eyes." โ€

"You should report this kind of thing to your superiors, instead of complaining to me."

"I tried, but the people above told me that I should either stay in Sham Shui Po and issue a ticket, or continue to be an undercover agent, there is no third possibility."

"Tsk, you're a miserable mess."

"On the contrary, I'm so good, and they're all jealous of me!"

"It's good if you're happy."

Zhou Xingxing was still in a dream, Liao Wenjie didn't want to wake him up, and said bluntly: "I have limited time, if you talk nonsense, I will drive people out." โ€

"Brother Jie, do you know what day it was yesterday?" Zhou Xingxing's mysterious secret way.

"What day?"

Liao Wenjie raised his eyebrows, he has been closed for the past few days, except for cultivation and sleeping, the food is purchased at one time and stored in the refrigerator, and he really doesn't care much about the date.

"July 15th, Midyear Festival!"

"That's ...... so"

Liao Wenjie's face was strange: "Ah Xing, do you know what day it was yesterday?" โ€

"Huh!?"

"July 15, my birthday."

Liao Wenjie pressed Zhou Xingxing's shoulder and grinned: "I know, you're here to give red envelopes, right?" โ€

"No, why didn't you tell me about your birthday yesterday...... Say, did you go out with me for a treat? โ€

I TM just found out too!

"Little birthday, too lazy to celebrate, so I didn't say it."

Liao Wenjie casually brought it and said unrelentingly: "Although I didn't say it, and I didn't invite guests to dinner, it didn't affect me to receive red envelopes, right?" โ€

"Come less, please eat to have a red envelope."

Zhou Xingxing shook his head resolutely, and changed his words: "Brother Jie, I remember that you once said that you have a powerful master, and he has taught you Taoism. โ€

"yes, that's why I'm going into retreat."

"Great, actually, our police station was haunted last night......"

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On the day of the Midyear Festival, the police station suddenly worked overtime and bought a lot of paper money back.

Zhou Xingxing was very puzzled when he first arrived, and only after asking his colleagues did he know that the Sham Shui Po Police Station was a long time ago, and it was used as a military camp by the British Army stationed in Hong Kong, and during the Japanese occupation, it was changed to a concentration camp headquarters by the neon people.

Later, Neon surrendered, and a group of Neon people committed suicide en masse, and the locals were afraid that they would die and would not be in peace, so they would burn some paper money for them during the New Year's holidays.

Burning and burning, it became a habit, and it has not changed until now.

Zhou Xingxing was too lazy to make an evaluation when he heard this, and spent a few hundred yuan in exchange for everyone to go to work with peace of mind, although it was a broken habit, but it was worth it.

Then he was too curious, wondering if there would really be a ghost who would come out to make trouble after the currency of the Heaven and Earth Bank was cut off this year.

After all, he just thought about it and didn't put it into action, but his curiosity did come up, and he volunteered to stay and work overtime that night to watch people burn paper money in the backyard of the police station.

I never thought that there was really a supernatural incident at the police station, and a prisoner disappeared for no reason, and he was found in the toilet after looking for him in the middle of the night.

At dawn, the two police officers said that the prisoner was gone again because he had been turned into ashes by the sun.

According to the two police officers, they interrogated the prisoner overnight on how he escaped from his cell and who his accomplices were.

As a result, the prisoner said that he hit a ghost, and he was bitten by a ghost and became a ghost, and the two police officers didn't believe it, so they dragged the prisoner to bask in the sun, and the prisoner who didn't know if it was a person or a ghost was gone.

Of course, if accepting that pile of ashes is a prisoner, others are still there.

"Brother Jie, that's the way it is, what do you think?"

"I can't see that."

Liao Wenjie shook his head: "According to the story you told, the two police officers who are the most suspicious are the criminals, maybe they are the prisoner's accomplices, deliberately let people go, and then made up a ghost story." โ€

"No, I think they're pretty honest."

As he spoke, Zhou Xingxing took out a piece of drawing paper: "Look here, when they interrogated the prisoners, they also drew a portrait of the same party. โ€

The accomplice in Zhou Xingxing's mouth is the evil ghost in the mouth of the criminal, and the evil thing that bites him.

"You took the evidence out of the police station?"

"How is it possible, I copy it, is it very artistic?"

"Well, it's quite Leonardo da Vinci Michelangelo Raphael, look at the artistic attainments of your painting, you know that Picasso has a successor."

Liao Wenjie rolled his eyes, pointed to the suspect's avatar and said: "It's not that ghosts should have long hair and fluttering, the inherent impression is unacceptable, but this guy has a beard and eyebrows, has a rock band hairstyle, and looks like a late Homo sapiens, it's too dramatic, how can I believe that he is a ghost?" โ€

"Brother Jie, is there such a possibility, late Homo sapiens died in the trap of hunting mammoths, and his resentment has not dissipated, and he has been struggling to survive until now."

"I think you're late Homo sapiens!"

Liao Wenjie waved his hand and asked Zhou Xingxing to get out of here, he still had to retreat and cultivate, and he wasted time when he had no time to accompany him.

"Toot toot! Toot Toot โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”"

"Brother Jie, my eldest brother is ringing, let me answer the phone first."

Zhou Xingxing had no sense of being disliked, sat on the sofa and connected to Big Brother, and hung up the phone excitedly after a while.

"Brother Jie, I'm not wrong, there are ghosts."

"It's not something to be happy about."

"I was told by someone below that the dairy farm not far from the police station was haunted, and that the blood of a cow had been sucked dry."