After Feijing beckoned me to get into the car, he asked me if I knew how many young people there were in the Li family's house now.

I shook my head and said I don't know, but I can ask you. As he spoke, I called Sister Wang from the police station in charge of household registration and asked him to help me check the young population of the Li family.

Soon Sister Wang sent me a text message saying, four people.

That's a surprising number, there are only four young people in a village, which is a pitiful few.

After I told Feijing this number, Feijing nodded and said I know. Then he rode up on his motorcycle.

I just thought that Feijing told me that being a Taoist priest was a joke.

As the car sped down the dirt road, I calmed down and asked aloud, "What happened to the young people of this village who are going to die?" ”。

Feijing said in front: "That was a corpse breeding ground just now. If building a large tomb will be a feng shui treasure, future generations will be blessed. But now there are a group of ordinary people buried there, and the yin qi of the dead is too heavy and destroys the pattern, so it has become a fierce land. The people who are buried there will not be blamed until they are endless."

I listened to it in the back. He also asked, "Did Feng Shui really play such a big role?" So which of those royal tombs is not buried on the dragon vein, so why is the general trend of the world still divided and combined? ”。

As Feijing says, the place where a person is buried after death will affect the person's future generations. Then it is not unreasonable for me to ask.

Feijing laughed loudly when he heard my words, and said, "I can't see that you still have some Dao fate." Feng Shui is a kind of science discovered by human beings in ancient times, and it is profound. But it will definitely not play a role in influencing the fate of future generations. Just now I said that this place has been changed into a murderous land, which has been forcibly modified by someone, so I said that there are people here who raise ghosts. ”。

I listened strangely in the back, only to hear him continue, "You just found out that the biggest tomb is not, it is the ancestral tomb. Looking at the tombstone facing the deceased should be 'head town northwest, feet southeast'. But you find that no, the rest of the graves are going in the opposite direction. The yin qi of the deceased was eaten by the big tomb in the middle, which is enough to conclude that someone deliberately used the ancestral tomb in the middle to raise ghosts. ”。

This sounds like a book to me, and I only think that one head is two big. I interrupted him and said don't say it, I don't understand it. I told him about the ghost hitting the wall that night, and asked him what was going on, why did I still come out of the ghost hitting the wall later?

Feijing said, because you turned on the police lights and sounded the siren later that night. Do you think the sound of a siren was made up randomly? If you listen closely, you will see that the sound is piercing to the heart. It is the best way to suppress ghosts and drive away evil spirits.

As he spoke, he approached the Li family, and somehow, I saw that Feijing was wearing a yellow robe, and I felt like a ghost had entered the village.

The flying mirror slammed the accelerator and rushed directly towards the house at the back of the village. In the morning, I only looked at this house from a distance, and I didn't think anything about it, but when I got closer, I realized that this house was not built normally.

Usually, whether it is a city building or a village bungalow, it should be located in the north and facing south, which is conducive to lighting. And the house in front of me, I took a closer look at it, it was completely backlit.

Feijing parked the motorcycle directly in front of the gate. It was found that the gate was locked. Feijing got out of the car, looked around, and said, "People are out." ”。

I nodded and said, come back tomorrow.

Feijing frowned and said, "It's just right to go out." I'll take you into the house and open your eyes. Don't be scared." With that, he pushed the motorcycle to the side of the house and covered it with corn stalks.

I saw him hide the motorcycle and pull back his arms and sleeves, and asked, "What do you want to do?" ”。

Feijing stood at the base of the wall and said, "Don't you think it's strange? The house was built wickedly, and the direction was right on the graveyard. I suspect that the ghost keeper is the owner of this house. While he wasn't at home, we went in and had a look. Come, you go up first. ”。

After saying that, he actually lowered his body and folded his hands on his knees, which meant to let me climb over the wall and go in.

Breaking into a private house in broad daylight, it seems that I, the policeman, are really going to do it. I shook my head and said, this is not appropriate, let's wait for the master to come.

Feijing frowned and said in a strange manner: "Okay, I don't care about this matter, you can do it yourself." "After that, I want to leave.

Wait, I stopped him. I thought, death is death.

The walls of this courtyard are not low, but it is not difficult for me to climb over them. I don't know if it's because of the psychological effect, when I enter the yard, I always feel cold.

Almost as soon as I hit the ground, the mirror flipped in. I looked at him and thought, is this kid really a Taoist priest? He won't be a halfway monk.

It's already afternoon, but the sun is still shining. But standing in the yard, I didn't find a little bit of sunlight here, and the whole yard had a gloomy and cold atmosphere.

The courtyard is very large, with seven main rooms, but there are no side rooms. So it feels a bit empty to give the whole thing.

The surroundings are clean and clean, and it can be seen that the owner is a very hardworking family. There is nothing left for the rest. Said to the flying mirror next to him, "There's nothing strange about it."

Feijing has been behind me all the time, I don't know what I'm looking at, and when I heard my words, I wondered, "You're still a policeman with this look." Look at that," he said, pointing in one direction.

I looked where he was pointing, and I didn't find anything.

Feijing said, "Look in that room, inside the window."

I was ashamed that I had only been observing the yard and had forgotten to look at the house.

He was referring to the westernmost room, which had a very small glass window.

He told me to look inside the window, because I didn't see what was inside at first because of the light, but when I walked in, I felt a thrill, and the screaming voice was forcibly stuck in my throat.

It was a complete fright without any psychological preparation, and Feijing definitely deliberately made me look ugly.

I saw a human face behind the small window. A woman's face. The woman stared out of the courtyard with her hair disheveled, her eyes motionless, but as if she was looking at something intently. But I'm sure she's definitely not looking at me.

I've seen this kind of look before, and patients in mental hospitals have this kind of look. That is, behind the window is a woman with serious mental problems.

I took a few deep breaths and finally recovered from the shock.

The woman pressed her face against the window and looked out at something. I now found out that the window was actually made of tempered glass, which is really a bit of a luxury for a farmer to make windows out of this material.

Although some mentally ill people are subject to necessary measures because of their violent tendencies.

However, at this moment, I suddenly had a bad thought that spread in my heart. Could this woman have been imprisoned here by illegal means?

Feijing had already walked towards the foyer of the house at this time, and it was locked. He found a wire in the courtyard and opened the door with three strikes divided by two. I was stunned when I watched it from behind. I was even more sure that this guy was a thief.

After entering the room, he did not rush to the westernmost room, but looked around cautiously with a clear eye.

It's the first time I've entered a house where my owner isn't at home during the day, and I don't want to mention the excitement in my heart. I felt like I was a thief, and my heart was beating wildly.

silently thought in his heart that Lao Tzu was a people's policeman and was hunting ghosts. I thought about it again, how could the police believe that there were ghosts and gods. I also said that I am a people's policeman and am handling a case. The nervous heart calmed down when I read it, and it really felt like I was working on a case.

It's a kind of heart makeup, and although it's rough, it's quite effective. It's like the buddies of the chengguan silently chanting in their hearts when they handle the case, 'Lao Tzu is the underworld'.

This is a living room, and there is a table of eight immortals against the inner wall, as well as two chairs, and the rest is gone. It also gives me a feeling of emptiness.

Feijing had already opened a door and walked into the back room, whispering to me to come in.

Although the house feels empty, it is also a room. After I heard Feijing call me, I stepped into the back room in two steps, and there was also a table of eight immortals and two chairs that came into view, and Feijing was sitting on one of the chairs at this time, looking at the place where the room should have been bed.

Why do you say 'where you should put your bed'? Because it was not a bed that was placed there, but a coffin, a very large coffin, and what was even more strange was that there was a makeup mirror next to this coffin.

Feijing was very calm, and when he saw me looking at the coffin motionlessly, he smiled faintly and said, "This should be the master's bedroom." ”。

Eight generations of 100,000 ancestors in my heart have swept by, who will sleep in a coffin, and if there is a disease, it will not be possible.

Suddenly, a creak came from the coffin, as if someone was using some sharp weapon to scratch the planks inside.

Feijing was startled, and Teng jumped down from the chair, staring at the wooden coffin with his eyes like electricity.