A few months ago, Jiaqing received a phone call.

The other head claimed to be a kidnapper, and Jiaqing's son Jiarong was in his hands, and if he didn't come up with 300 million cash within three days, he would wait to be torn up.

Although Jiaqing has money, he can't take out so much cash for a while.

But he divorced his ex-wife early, and he only had a son like Jiarong, so he couldn't let him die, so he tried his best and finally scraped together 50 million before 24 o'clock the next day.

But just as he was about to tell the kidnappers to call them to come to the agreed place to hand over and release the people, the kidnappers called.

The kidnapper, who used the voice-changing device, told Jiaqing in a hoarse voice that he didn't have to pay the money.

Garon has been torn up.

Jiaqing was crazy at the time, but he was still calm and immediately called the police.

The police dispatched high-level police forces, but they still could not find Garon and the kidnappers.

Later, at the gate of a viaduct, they tuned to a surveillance footage of a black sedan of unknown brand passing over the bridge at three o'clock in the morning.

The glass window of the sedan was not closed, and the surveillance could clearly see Garon sitting inside, expressionless.

When the car reached the middle of the bridge, Garon flew out of the window and fell into the river, as simple as someone throwing garbage in the car.

But the strange thing is that the surveillance clearly shows that there is no one in the car except Jiarong.

After throwing Garon into the river, the sedan fluttered lightly, and after a while, it drove away from the sight of the surveillance on the bridge.

Garon immediately went to find someone to retrieve the body, but found nothing.

There was no body to be found in the river.

Jiaqing added a number of more people, and asked them to search along the whole river, and they were all about to find the provinces. But for a day or two, the corpse couldn't float that far.

An experienced boatman told Jiaqing that the body might have sunk into the mud and sand, and that it would float up when it floated in the past few days.

Jiaqing sent people to guard the lower reaches of the river day and night, for fear that Jiarong's body would float up and accidentally flow across the boundary, and it would be difficult to go to other provinces.

But a team of professionals searched for five or six days, but still found nothing.

Not to mention Garon's body, not even his clothes that might have been washed away by the water.

Jia Qing is in a hurry, his only son died, is it possible that he can't even find the body? He hurriedly went to the Yellow River and invited a professional corpse collector to come over.

Who knew that the corpse collectors came over, and some only glanced at the place where Jiarong threw the corpse, and waved their hands again and again to say that things were not easy to do, and they resigned in a few words.

Some went into the water to take a look, and when they came up, they were shocked.

But he didn't say anything, just said that he had no ability, and asked him to ask for another master.

Later, an old corpse collector couldn't stand it, so he told Jiaqing that his son was trapped by something, and that it was possible to find the body only by looking for a clever feng shui master.

Gachinto's friend asked around and finally heard about me.

I am now a little famous in Mr. Yinyang's circle, and Mr. Zheng and they also helped me do a lot of publicity before. Jiaqing was able to find me, and most of them were recommended by Mr. Zheng.

"Mr. Xiao,"

After Jiaqing finished speaking, he looked at me with sincerity in his eyes: "I am fifty years old and have only one son, Jiarong. As a father, I can't save his life, and I can't bear to see him still soaked in the cold river water after death, please help me. ”

All that is expressed and spoken is a father's heart.

I saw him cry a few times, and I was also a soft-hearted person, so I hurriedly agreed to him.

Several people, even Shangjiang Sichen, got into Jiaqing's car and rushed to the neighboring city, Daqing City, where Jiaqing was located.

Two hours later, we finally arrived at our destination.

I saw that Jiaqing Sizi was heartbroken, and told him that he didn't need to go through the motions or rest, and went directly to the place where Jiarong's body was dumped. Jiaqing was poked in the heart and thanked me even more.

After a while, the car came to the Yangtze River.

There is a bridge called the Hanging Dragon Bridge.

There's a reason for the name.

In the thirteenth year of the Republic of China, there was a big flood in the Yangtze River, which not only drowned many people, but also washed down a dragon from the upstream.

The dragon was rushed to the porch of the bridge and hung up, not up and down, nor free.

Originally, it was dying, and it died after hanging on the bridge for a while.

As soon as the dragon died, there was a great sun in the sky, and after the flood, the scorching sun was exposed, and within a few days, the dragon's corpse was burned and rotten, emitting a foul smell.

After another three days, the dragon corpse was sunburned to the point that only a dragon's head remained.

The stench is overwhelming.

The people all around them moved away.

But strangely, no matter how stinky the dragon corpse was, no one bothered to ask about it, as if it was transparent or never existed.

Gradually, people began to get used to it.

When the dragon was almost clean, the Yangtze River was flooded with water and a dragon washed down. Also like the previous one, after hanging himself in the middle of the bridge, he was violently killed by the sun.

Only two dragon heads were left on the bridge, hanging for a long time.

Later, people admired the dragon's head and named the bridge the Hanging Dragon Bridge.

Just thinking about it, Jiaqing stopped.

Turning his head to look through the car window, he can still see the tourists who cross the Yangtze River by cable car in mid-air.

As soon as I got out of the car, a group of people gathered around.

They all wore black suits and sunglasses, and some even wore black umbrellas, looking like underworld security guards.

A pair of hands as white as jade brushed aside the security guards and walked through.

It was a woman wearing a pearl buckle with a white Su brocade pattern, about twenty years old, about the same age as us. Take a slender lotus step and walk in front of Jiaqing.

This woman has an excellent figure, but every gesture is amorous.

Her soft white little hand gently grabbed Jiaqing's arm, and her lips opened lightly: "Husband!" Did you go out and bring people back this time? ”

This voice is not an exaggeration to say that Kunshan jade is broken.

Yang Yang secretly pinched me and said, "Brother! This voice, I'm a girl who listens to it and wants to be crispy, let alone Uncle Jiaqing. ”

I glanced at her, and saw that Xie Sifei also joined the discussion camp: "Although this Uncle Jiaqing is about the same age as my father, his physical strength is in his early thirties, otherwise how can he enjoy the fragrance of beauty." ”

Hua Butterfly didn't understand that Xie Sifei was driving when she was young, and tilted her head and asked, "What is beauty incense?" ”

I hurriedly pulled her aside: "It's nothing, it's nothing, let's not listen to this, it's not suitable for children." ”

After speaking, he turned his head and glared at Xie Sifei.

Xie Sifei stuck out his tongue, looking like he didn't want to.

At the other end, Jiaqing took the beauty's hand and brought her to me: "This is the master I brought back, Shouyi, this is my wife, Su Qingnian." ”

Damn, even the name is so Mary Sue.

"Nian Nian,"

We nodded to each other with Su Qingnian to count our acquaintances, and Jiaqing patted Su Qingnian's hand on his arm: "The surveillance video of the last time I went back to the Hanging Dragon Bridge, I remember that you copied it on your mobile phone, and took it out to show the master." ”

Su Qingnian took out her mobile phone very obediently, called up a video and handed it to me.

But he pulled Jiaqing aside and said with some concern: "Husband! The gentleman you got back is the same age as me, can he be a master? Is it reliable? ”

"You don't have to worry about that."

Jiaqing listened: "Boss Zheng has looked for Shouyi and looked at things, and he is full of praise for him." How big is your boss Zheng's family property and trusts Mr. Xiao so much, what else are we worried about? ”

Su Qingnian had nothing to refute when she heard this, so she could only do it.

On the other side, I was holding my mobile phone to watch the surveillance video, and I saw a side view, a black car floating like a ghost, and the texture was paper.

As the car reached the middle of the bridge, Garon seemed to squeeze out of the window and then rise.

Then fell into the river.

The car stepped on the accelerator and drove away.

But in the car, it's the same as what Jiaqing said before, not to mention people, not even a personal shadow.

"There's only one explanation."

When I looked at it, I remembered that I had read a book about witchcraft that the old man had received, saying that there was a kind of magic called puppetry that came from the tomb door, which was specially attached to the paper products used for funerals and instructed the yin spirits to do various things.

Needless to say, someone must have used puppetry to attach the yin spirit to the paper cart.

Use a paper car to drive Jiarong's body to the Hanging Dragon Bridge to throw the body.

There are two advantages to this: first, it is more appropriate for Yin Spirits to use this kind of thing than for people to destroy corpses and traces. Second, it is not easy to be caught by others, because there is no one in the car and no license plate on the car, and the paper car drives out of the Hanging Dragon Bridge, and there must be no fire and spontaneous combustion in a place where no one is around, and there is no trace to be found.

Jiaqing listened to it and asked, "Then who sent this paper car?" ”

I was shocked: "There are many people who know this spell, basically people who follow the path of the dark in the Xuanmen will." Mr. Jia, we are here to find the corpse today, you don't want me to help you find the murderer, do you? ”

He's not Sherlock Holmes.

When Jia Qing heard this, he rubbed his nose embarrassedly: "Blame me for asking casually, I am most anxious about whether Jia Rong's body can be found now." Our men searched for days and found nothing. ”

"It's normal,"

I glanced at the Yangtze River: "The big river goes east, the natural water is deep and the waves are wide, and there is no dragon to get it." Not to mention the sand and stone whirlpool, I don't know how much dirt there is under this water. Who knows what dragged it away. ”

Jiaqing's face changed in fright.

When Xie Sifei heard this, he muttered in a low voice: "Senior brother, you are really straightforward, and you are not afraid of scaring people out of a heart attack or something." ”

hurriedly added: "Mr. Jia, my senior brother means to scare you, he means that no matter how deep the water is, he has a way to find your son, right?" ”

After saying that, he turned his head to the side and winked at me vigorously.

I nodded.

Jiaqing hurriedly asked, "Then Shouyi, how did you use to find my son?" ”

I pointed to the Yangtze River: "I just took a look, today there is a strong wind on the river, the wind is Xun, the two winds are heavy, the long wind is endless, and it is pervasive." The wind kills from the tiger again, just used to ask the spirit, but there is no need to point the point. ”

"Ask the spirit?"

When Jiaqing heard this, he looked puzzled: "What do you mean by asking the spirit?" ”