I calmed down in my initial anger and knew there must be something wrong with this.

Even if Feijing is boring, it is impossible to always send these four words back to me, at this time, here, this scene, it is really not suitable to make such boring jokes.

Where do I dare to go forward now, I clenched my fists hard to calm down. The pain in my left thumb is now very powerful, and it makes my head feel cool, and I feel like I am now in the spirit of an old monster who has been practicing for eight thousand years.

This mobile phone number is Feijing's, and it can't be wrong, but why does he always send me [What are you doing?] These words?

Could it be that this guy lost his phone? This possibility is not impossible, but it is absolutely negligible, because anyone who picks up the phone will not text the number on the phone here to play, and still send the same sentence. Could it be that the person who picked up the phone is a woman who wants to fish for Kaizi here?

I called back with confusion and no one answered. It's weird, I hung up the phone and saw another text message, this time it's different, but I'm even more weird.

[The lottery number is high and good from Washington, you see].

I'm confused, what the fuck does this mean? How did you get involved with Washington in this remote mountain village in China?

Soon another message came, back to the sentence "What are you doing?"

I don't dare to reply to this message, because I think of a paranormal case I heard at the police academy, the victim is often receiving inexplicable text messages from his ex-girlfriend, at first he ignores them, and then he chats with the other party out of curiosity, and the final result is that the person hanged himself on the balcony of his house.

When he was dying, the text message on his mobile phone read, "You wait for me, I'll be there soon".

The most bizarre thing is that it was later found out by the police that his ex-girlfriend had died a year ago.

At that time, this incident went crazy, and everyone said that it was a ghost message, sent from hell, but whether it was true or not, and no one knew what the result was.

It's likely that I've been hit by ghost information right now, not because I'm a superstitious police officer, but because what has happened in the last few days makes me not think about it.

I'm in a dilemma right now, whether to continue to lure the damn corpse here, or to go back to the Flying Mirror to discuss the origin of this ghost's message.

I just went back, and I would inevitably be looked down upon by this kid Feijing, and after thinking about it, I decided to continue to play the role of bait here. Although the cost of dying to save face and suffer is often very high, I still think that I am still a more competent servant of the people, and I can't always count on a dwarf Taoist priest.

Thinking so, he continued to walk towards the ancestral tomb. At this moment, the ringtone of the text message on the mobile phone rang again. I couldn't help but be curious, and finally hit OK. This time the text message was a long paragraph and very informative.

[Save Li Hui, she is in the coffin in the ancestral tomb. Watch out for the woman in blue with a child behind her. This is your friend's phone, Officer Young. What surprised me the most was the last sentence.

[I'm Qi Lijuan].

This really surprised and puzzled me. I was surprised that there was indeed such a person as Li Hui, and I wondered who this Qi Lijuan was. Could it be the woman in Wang Dehaikou's mouth who has been crazy for thirty years?

And the woman in blue with this child behind her, who is this?

I didn't care so much, and after receiving this short message, I hurriedly ran behind me. Of course, I went to look for the flying mirror, because I definitely didn't have the guts to enter the graveyard myself, and this kind of thing must be pulled on this back.

The radius of this graveyard is only six or seven hundred meters, and I think that it is impossible to delay the speed of my full strength, and at most I can return here with the flying mirror in three minutes, and then we will go to the grave to find out.

I thought it was good, but unexpectedly, when I arrived at the outskirts of the cemetery, there was no flying mirror, only a lonely motorcycle parked there.

When I arrived here, I really felt the urge to vomit blood, so it was a bit modest to say this, and the voice of scolding my mother was already mixed with spit in my mouth.

This flying mirror is too unreliable, so I just left myself here. The next time I saw him, I had to beat his stomach to the cheek and give him weight loss.

shell lang just can't make honey, and he Taoist just can't do the police profession. If Lu Tao were replaced, he would never leave me like this. It seems that you have to rely on yourself for everything. I was almost killed by him this time, and if the corpse man comes out now, then I won't have to be slaughtered.

After scolding for a while, I calmed down and thought. After thinking about it carefully, I felt that something might have happened to the flying mirror, otherwise how could it disappear without a sound. If you really have to leave, the motorcycle shouldn't be left here.

I looked around, but there was no sign of a fight, and besides, I didn't know what it was like to fight a ghost.

After a quick look at the vicinity, the flying mirror did disappear without leaving any clues. I wonder if this Taoist priest was dropped by something in seconds, shouldn't it. He's much taller than me, and no matter what happens, he'll still have the ability to scream. But I didn't really hear anything since I left.

So where did he go? The in the wilderness shouldn't be hidden.

It's important to save people, and although it has been delayed for some time, I will now ride my motorcycle back to the ancestral grave as quickly as possible.

Thinking about it, I stepped on the motorcycle left by Feijing, and after kicking it on fire, I found that the motorcycle of Feijing was modified, the fuel tank was obviously much larger, and the chain disk was also enlarged, which was very powerful in this land.

I didn't care about experiencing the pleasure of this motorcycle, so I turned on the headlights and rushed out in the direction of the ancestral tomb.

As soon as the tires of the motorcycle rolled into the graveyard, I slammed the brakes and stuck in place. Because I see something that I will never ignore even if I don't care about it.

It was strategically placed, as if someone had deliberately placed it there, just waiting for me to find it.

In the middle of this cemetery, there is a grave with a yellow bracket on the tombstone, which is clearly illuminated by the lights of motorcycles. I didn't know what it was, but after a closer look, there were cigarette butts lying on it.

The wind was not strong tonight, but there was definitely enough power to blow off the cigarette butts on the tombstones, but why didn't they blow down?

My mentality as a police officer is that no matter what clues I encounter, I will first rule out the possibility of artificiality. I could already tell at a glance that someone had deliberately gotten to the thing and the cigarette butt. I think it's a deliberate attempt to make people discover something?

Then I figured out who had done it.

I got closer on my bike and almost made me laugh.

On top of the tombstone, someone had stuck five or six cigarette butts with a piece of. I knew that it was absolutely impossible for the corpse man to do this, most likely the Flying Mirror.

He must have done this to tell me something, and when he thought of it, he looked at the monument.

Sure enough, a few lines of words were written on the stele with clods of soil.