||->-> Chapter 59 of the main text, Ploughshare Iron

Seeing Ding Ermiao walk out of the ward, Lin Xiruo followed without hesitation, Xie Caiwei moved a step slower, hesitated, and stayed in the ward.

There are inevitably a lot of wandering ghosts and wild ghosts in the hospital, although it is daytime, but in the shaded place, Ding Ermiao still occasionally sees ghosts floating by. He stood in front of the window of the corridor on the seventh floor, his eyes diligently searching downwards to see if he could have any luck, find one or two ghosts or evil spirits, and then take them in to add a little yin virtue to himself.

"What, in a daze here?" Lin Xiruo walked over, looked at Ding Ermiao's face diagonally opposite, and said teasingly:

"I don't think those family members will agree to your arrangement. After all, human life is at stake, and it is normal for people to be uneasy. You say you, since you are a disciple of Maoshan, why don't you wear a Taoist robe and a Taoist hat, holding a dust whisk or something? That's how good it is, everyone looks at it, shout, it's a master in the world! Whatever you say, people believe it. You're good, dressed like an unearthed artifact, and so young, who would dare to believe you? ”

Ding Ermiao sneered: "Why should I be in a daze? If they are willing to listen to me, I will work hard; If you don't want to listen to me, I'm just going to be free. Even if the two security guards die, the responsibility will not be held on me, and the spirit of injustice will not haunt me. The emperor is not in a hurry, he is in a hurry to die eunuchs, I ☆ ten thousand ~ book ~ bar ~ small ~ say ☆ can I commit it? ”

"So you're a eunuch? Disrespectful and disrespectful, father-in-law, don't be surprised! Lin Xiruo laughed out loud unladylikely, attracting the nurses and doctors who were shuttling back and forth in the corridor to look at him together.

Ding Ermiao glanced at Lin Xiruo very complicatedly, and suddenly grinned: "Sister, without actual investigation, there is no right to speak." Or you ......."

Before he finished speaking, Lin Xiruo flew over with a broken grandson. Ding Ermiao leaned sideways and hit the buttocks.

The sound of high heels stepping on the ground came, Xie Caiwei Shi Ran walked up to Ding Ermiao and shook his head slightly: "Ermiao, the patient's family does not agree to be discharged, and there is ......, and the doctors in the hospital do not agree either." ”

Ding Ermiao understood that not only did the patient's family fail to do their work, but probably Xie Guoren did not dare to take this risk. Speaking of which, I am still too young and have not made a name for myself, so I am despised by others.

"Okay, let's observe first, if it doesn't work, I'll think of another way." Ding Ermiao looked at Xie Caiwei and said, "Sister Caiwei, I still have to go to the funeral home with this policewoman's sister, so I'll go first." When the processing is finished, I will go back to the construction site of the Water Home project. ”

Xie Caiwei smiled and nodded, said goodbye, and watched Ding Ermiao and Lin Xiruo walk into the elevator.

I don't know where Lao Han's coffin is, it's twelve o'clock, and it hasn't been delivered to the funeral home yet. Lin Xi had no choice, so he had to find a small restaurant near the funeral home, and waited while eating with Ding Ermiao.

After eating, Ding Ermiao called Lao Han again and asked when the coffin would be delivered.

Lao Han's answer almost made Ding Ermiao vomit blood. Lao Han said that the master carpenter was rushing to make it. Ding Ermiao was about to get angry, but Lao Han added another sentence, saying that before the sun went down, it would be delivered.

Fortunately, with Lin Xiruo, a big beauty, accompanied by a beautiful woman, Ding Ermiao didn't feel bored for a long afternoon. He even coaxed Lin Xiruo into believing in himself with clever words, and in the name of looking at his appearance, he justifiably admired the career line on Lin Xiruo's chest.

At about four o'clock in the afternoon, the coffin was finally delivered. Lancet wood, regular size. There is no paint on it, it is a whiteboard coffin. Of course, the lack of paint is not Lao Han's laziness, but Ding Ermiao's request.

Lin Xiruo, as a sheriff, had already coordinated with the funeral home, and the coffin was successfully sent to the morgue. Ding Ermiao pulled Lin Xiruo to follow up the morgue, looking around, and sighed: "Life is better than death, life is better than death!" ”

"Why is life better than death?" Lin Xiruo asked in a low voice: "Don't you think about it, this case is not over yet, help others to the end." ”

Ding Ermiao didn't care about the latter sentence, pointed to the morgues around him and said, "You see, these dead people live in air-conditioned rooms, which are better than many living people. Isn't it 'better to live than to die'? ”

Several funeral home employees who transported the coffin in glanced at Ding Ermiao, and one of them muttered: "It costs more for the dead to blow the air conditioner, than for the living." ”

There is a parking fee in the parking lot, and there is also a mortuary fee in the morgue, which everyone on earth knows.

Ding Ermiao glared: "Hey, hey, I say this to comfort these dead people, make them feel that the conditions are good, and sleep here honestly." You are talking nonsense, beware that they are reluctant to spend money to blow the air conditioner tonight and go to your room to cool off. ”

Several employees immediately shut up, their faces full of horror. It is estimated that in my heart, I have greeted Ding Ermiao's ancestors one by one.

Don't look at the staff of the funeral home who are bold, but there are many taboos. Especially after Lao Zhang ran away in the middle of the night last night, the entire city funeral parlor was even more noisy, and everyone talked about it and changed color.

In the middle of the morgue, a clearing was cleared. Ding Ermiao commanded the four employees to carry the coffin on two benches and place it in the east-west direction. The benches were also bought from peasant families in the suburbs, and who in the city still had such furniture?

Lao Zhang's body and head were lifted out of the body bag and placed on the morgue on the side. A funeral makeup artist came over and connected Lao Zhang's head with a needle and thread, and then everyone worked together to put the patchwork Lao Zhang into the coffin.

"Alright, you can go out and close the door for me by the way." Ding Ermiao said to the staff of the funeral home.

Several employees didn't know what Ding Ermiao's origin was, and when they saw him and Lin Xiruo, the captain of the criminal police of the city bureau, coming and going, they thought that he was also a member of the official family, so they didn't dare to disobey, so they turned around and retreated together, and closed the door of the morgue.

Now, there are two people in the huge morgue, Lin Xiruo and Ding Ermiao. The air-conditioner is big, cold to the bone, and it makes people feel like they are in hell.

"Hey, why are you calling them out?" Lin Xiruo was a little dissatisfied.

If these people stayed, how bold they were, they wouldn't feel so gloomy. Now there are only two people left, and being surrounded by corpses inevitably makes people's hearts hurt.

"Taoist immortal law, don't let these ordinary people see it." Ding Ermiao grinned and said, "Besides, in such a big room, there are only the two of us, doesn't my sister think it's very romantic?" ”

"Romantic ghosts?" Because of the cold, Lin Xiruo hugged his arms, reversed his usual image of the overlord flower, and said in a low voice: "Hurry up and work!" ”

Ding Ermiao didn't care, he easily took out a red line with his face, and drew the middle line from both ends of the coffin. Then he took out the compass, corrected the direction, and finally reached into the coffin, straightened Lao Zhang's head, and made the midline of his nose bridge completely consistent with the midline of the coffin.

Then, Ding Ermiao took out the pig iron filings he bought from Lao Han and sprinkled them on the gap next to Lao Zhang.

"The first step is complete. Come, my sister helped, and closed the coffin lid. ”

Ding Ermiao beckoned Lin Xiruo to take the handle, and the two buckled the lid of the coffin. Fortunately, the coffin lid is not heavy, only seventy or eighty pounds.

Lin Xiruo hesitated and asked, "Is this okay?" ”

"It's still early. Just now, I just helped Lao Zhang occupy the position of Zhongzheng to resist the evil spirit. Ding Ermiao said while rummaging through his bag.

"So, what do you mean by those pig iron filings?" Lin Xiruo asked.

Ding Ermiao straightened up, held the ink fountain in his hand and said, "Since my sister asked, then I will take a moment and talk to my sister well, so that my sister can know the mystery of this." Those pig iron filings are not ordinary pig iron filings. Ordinary pig iron, it is pig iron, it is excellent for making knives, swords, screws, but it cannot be used to break evil spirits, let alone to deal with black mounds. If you take it to the scrap yard and sell it, it will be worth three cents and five cents......"

In the past, on the mountain, Ding Ermiao also watched Qing palace dramas, and Zhen Huan was easy to use and use freely.

"Speak human words." Lin Xiruo glared.

Obviously, Lin Xiruo is even more familiar with Zhen Huan's body, and knows how to crack it.

Ding Ermiao snorted and sneered: "Actually, these crumbs come from more than 20 years of plowshare iron. The plough drills the soil, paying attention to the word 'broken'. The plough belongs to gold, and gold is the head of the five elements, which is unbreakable. Ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign, there are no ghosts who are not afraid of it. ”

Lin Xiruo pursed his lips and thought in his heart, it turned out that it was easy to catch ghosts, as long as he found the right thing.

After explaining the ploughshare iron, Ding Ermiao took out the ink fountain again, starting from the center line of the coffin lid, and flicked the ink lines one by one, and the distance between each ink line was only one or two centimeters.

After playing the straight line, Ding Ermiao began to play the horizontal line again, and while playing, he still had words in his mouth: "I have a room, and half of it is rented with the king of the wheel." Sometimes a ray of light is released, and the demons in the world dare not be! ”

"Is this a mantra?" Lin Xiruo asked.

Ding Ermiao shook his head: "No, it's a slip of the tongue." ”

"I watch on TV, many ghost-hunting Taoists use ink lines to deal with ghosts, this ink line, is it really so powerful?" Lin Xi has nothing to do, standing idle and doing things in a hurry, so there are many problems.

"Yes, absolutely. At that time, the carpenter master Zuluban, after entering the Tao with wood, he