In the distance, a rooster crowed, and a few rays of sunlight tore through the deep fog in the eastern sky.

Ye Liang covered his mouth, held back a yawn, and then got up and said: "I'm tired this night, since the suspicion is on this old and young, it's not too late to rest for a while and then ask, I want to sleep first." However, if you insist on playing the role of Sanniang's godson and never sleep, then feel free. ”

Zhao Nan shouted, "Hey, we police can't be called like this." ”

He also glared at Ye Liang when he spoke, and said in his heart, this woman really wants to enjoy herself and let me be a coolie.

Wen Jingrong then understood, and hurriedly said, "I'll send Mr. Police back." ”

Zhao Nan sneered: "Threw this room of suspects and corpses back to the police station?" When am I Amulin? Will you still be a police officer in the future? ”

"Yes, yes, it's me who didn't think it through, Mr. Policeman, then please go to the guest room to rest first, and I have to prepare to pry the floor slab and ask someone to buy a coffin to prepare for the funeral." Wen Jingrong was worried that the policeman would not agree with him and arrest his wet nurse and son to go to the police station, thinking about stabilizing the person first.

Zhao Nan leaned back on the sofa, stretched and said, "Huh? Then you have to take care of this old and young, if something happens, you will be responsible, anyway, I just want you. ”

Wen Jingrong said yes again and again.

Ye Liang ignored these people downstairs, went upstairs and returned to the guest room where he slept, threw himself on the bed, kicked off his shoes and muttered: "I'm tired." Pity my flower and moon to stay up late for these people, alas, as long as Chen San or two thousand yuan will be a little less? How much oil and water can this Wen Jingrong squeeze? ”

She was in a daze and took a nap before listening to the clanging sound coming from the staircase, Wen Jingrong was a shrewd businessman in the end, and he had already called someone to start demolishing the floor slabs. After Fang Cai's interrogation, he found that this was a confused account, and it was very likely that he would point the finger of murder at his son and wet nurse, and he needed a target to divert the target. This best target is naturally the floor slab that was pointed out by Zhong Kui, Zhong Kui, that is the god of demon hunting, if there is a problem with the floor slab, everything can be pushed to it.

Ye Liang covered her ears and sat up, it was really uncomfortable to sleep well, she didn't want to get dark circles under her eyes.

There was the sound of prying things in the corridor, as well as the sound of Wen Jingrong and Uncle Li talking. The two seem to have found a balance and are able to have a serious conversation, and they are talking about how to handle Mrs. Li's funeral.

"Anyway, someone had an accident in your house, even if it wasn't done by the old and young, you couldn't escape it."

Uncle Li said: "My mother is more than 70 years old, but she can't die well, and I'm a son...... How do you face this family when you go back......"

As he spoke, he began to shed tears, and his voice choked.

"Uncle and uncle, in this way, you listen to me, this is really not about my family Yaozu and Wu's mother, do you know, Yaozu is such a filial child, how can he harm his own grandmother, what can he want? And Mama Wu......"

"This old woman is the worst, and my sister didn't suffer less from her secret losses back then." Uncle Li said angrily

"I know, I know, uncle, do you think it's good to be like this, our side is ......"

The voices of the two people gradually lowered, Ye Liang felt a sadness in his heart, just now Uncle Li was still aggressive and asked the teacher, and now he has begun to talk about money with Wen Jingrong, as long as he gets enough compensation, the Li family will definitely not track down the truth of Mrs. Li's death. From this point of view, Chen San can be regarded as a sincere gentleman, not to mention taking out all his savings, but also taking his own soul, just to give his daughter justice.

Ye Liang was thinking about it when he heard Wen Jingrong's exclamation from the corridor: "God, what the hell is this?" ”

"Hey, it's really evil." This is Uncle Li's voice.

Ye Liang covered his eyes helplessly: I hate it, I just slept for a while, and I was going to be busy again.

There was a knock on the door, and Wen Jingrong's voice was full of uncontrollable surprise: "Miss Chen, come and see, this floor is really strange." ”

Ye Liang tidied up his hair and clothes, opened the door and saw Wen Jingrong's face with joy, and pointed to the staircase: "It's really weird, it's not Yaozu or Wu's mother, it's just the floor slab!" ”

Ye Quan sneered: "You can be straight and open the police station yourself." ”

The slab had been pried down, and the two carpenters whispered around the slab, and when they saw the employer coming, they got up and said respectfully, "Sir." ”

"You are also carpenters, what is engraved on this? Say it all, and the salary is three times. ”

Wen Jingrong pointed to the drawings and symbols on the floor slab, luring them with interests.

The two carpenters looked at each other: "We...... I don't know. ”

"Lying." Ye Liang leaned down to look at the floor, got up and looked at the two carpenters with a smile.

The two carpenters first trembled in their hearts, ouch, such a beautiful woman. The skin is snow-white, the eyes are dark, and the mouth is ruddy, but why are the eyes of this person so cold and panicked?

"You know what's engraved." Ye Yuan accentuated the tone.

"It's a spell that makes people's homes restless and breaks their legs when they fall from a building. A kind of disgusting technique, naturally left by the carpenter when he built the house, am I right, two Luban disciples. ”

Zhao Nan's voice rang out.

Wen Jingrong was surprised: "Mr. Police also understands this. ”

"Nonsense, for so many years, I haven't investigated any strange cases, and I've seen a lot of this kind of thing."

When the two carpenters saw that it was a policeman, their bodies curled up a little, and they kept nodding: "Yes, yes, it is to make people's houses restless, and they will break their hands and feet." ”

"Only the house is restless, broken hands and feet?" Wen Jingrong asked.

"Yes, these charms are not dangerous, they will only cause some small accidents in the family, such as falling down the stairs and choking on eating, these small problems will not cause major problems."

An older carpenter explained.

"Can you tell who is casting the spell?"

"This ...... I really don't know. ”

The carpenter shook his head.

Another carpenter saw that several people were looking at them with suspicious eyes, and his face was flushed with anxiety: "Really, this kind of spell is not used if you want to, it will also consume the merit of the spell caster, and if you don't get it right, it will backfire. ”

"Really won't call this family dead forever?" Zhao Nan frowned slightly: Could it be that his analysis was wrong?

"No, no, it's not that dangerous, it's just that people will have their hands and feet broken and some injuries." Two carpenters waved their hands together.

Ye Liang judged that the two carpenters were telling the truth.

It's not what they do, they don't have to lie, and if there are so many carpenters, what the hell is going on with the symbols, just ask a few more carpenters and find out.

Since this spell is not so dangerous, how could the Wen family kill so many people in a row? The second, third, and fourth Mrs. Wen all fell here, which is in line with the curse of the charm, which caused people to break their hands and feet, but the death of high blood pressure after the second fall may also have an accidental factor, and the third and fourth fell from this floor to their deaths, which can not be said.

A carpenter, seeing everyone staring at the slab, asked in a low voice, "Sir, can you tell me what is going on in this house?" ”

Wen Jingrong glared at him, but Uncle Li roughly told the story of the four people who died in the Wen family.

The carpenter looked not young, fifty or sixty years old, and his face was wrinkled. He pondered for a moment and said: "I have been doing this all my life, and I have seen a lot of strange things, please forgive me for relying on the old man to say it, the art of disgust is not as magical as the legend, if so, then we carpenters will all make a fortune." The other carpenter nodded in agreement.

"And some of the techniques of disgust can bring about the destruction of the victim's family, and that's because ......," he said, lowering his voice, "What is more terrible than a curse is the human heart. ”