Smile was left by me in the bureau, naturally not to Ye Zhining, but to Duan Jinran in Beijing.

I left after six o'clock in the evening.

Not with a smile because I'm going to look for silver for them. This matter cannot be delayed, and the longer it drags on, the more dangerous it will become.

I didn't know where to look for them, but I felt the need to visit Maishui's house. She lives in Room 12 on the 7th floor of Unit 4 of the Third Ring Road.

The Third Ring Road is a flat area, and the only high-rise building stands out among a bunch of three-story buildings, and I didn't have to look for it to see it.

Can wheat water live in this building? The answer is no. She is an orphan and a student, where did she get so much money? At least half a month ago, she lived in a bungalow like the people around her. The answer to how to live in this building is self-evident.

There are not many people living in a building built in such a place, and I didn't see anyone from the moment I entered the elevator to the time I came out, and there was not even a sound, so there was no popularity here.

Room Twelve—I stood in front of the door, took a hard breath, stared down, and pulled out my ghost hunting gun to defend myself.

"Click-" I unscrewed the door, and a violent cold wind ensued, as if to blow everyone away.

As the door opened, the room was filled with wind, and the paper in the room flew wildly and did not fall.

"Smack!" I fumbled to turn on the light, and the room was instantly bright, and it took me a while to get used to it.

The floor-to-ceiling windows in the house were wide open, just in time for the convection of the open doors, and the room was full of wind, but I had no intention of closing one of them.

Grab a piece of paper in the air – it's a recent purchase receipt.

This woman! I couldn't help but laugh in my heart.

Walking from the living room to the bedroom, I didn't feel a little yin in this house, which means that An Jun is not very here. But here's what I need.

Walked to the bedroom of Maishui, opened the wardrobe directly, and took out an older piece of clothing from inside.

I need to use it to find wheat water.

In the rural areas of the Northeast, the most popular generation is the dancing god, and these gods often encounter people who have lost their souls in fear, and once they meet them, they will use the clothes that the person wore before to call the soul in the place where the soul loser has been.

Ordinary people can call souls, and people who learn the art of yin and yang and follow the path of yin and yang can naturally use a person's commonly used items to find souls according to the soul breath, which is even more invaluable to the envoys, because they are naturally very sensitive to the soul. Even though I haven't learned the art of yin and yang with Ginko, I am very sensitive to the soul because I am the Yin Underworld. And soul hunting is not a difficult yin-yang technique.

There are no spells in Yin-Yang Techniques, they all follow the "Zhou Yi", which is in line with the Yin-Yang theory of several famous Feng Shui masters in the Tang Dynasty, but the Yin-Yang Technique is higher than the "Zhou Yi" and those Yin-Yang Techniques, and the Japanese Yin-Yang Dao is very similar, but it is more concise and subtle than the Yin-Yang Dao. But don't forget, the Yin-Yang Tao also spread to Japan from China, and it was only later that they developed their own Yin-Yang Tao after time carved and integrated their local culture.

He took the clothes of wheat water and took a basin of translucent water. Put the clothes into the water, the water is yin, and the clothes have the breath of the soul staying; Then I took out a tracking charm that Jiang Qin gave me and put it into the water. That's it.

If you want to find the soul is not as simple as it seems, the soul of the living is heavy yang and low yin, and there is no harm, if it is to find the soul of the dead, it is very likely to backfire, but it is generally impossible to find. Because yin energy can cover yang eyes, and at the same time, ghosts are the obsession of yang people, and they are also transformed according to the conservation of energy, and they carry a strong magnetic field on their bodies. Obsession is something that cannot be seen or touched. But when the obsession is high to a certain extent, the magnetic field also increases, and when it reaches a condensation point, the ghost can appear.

The negative magnetic field is not extreme, and it is easy to disappear, so there is a netherworld to accommodate ghosts, and ghosts who are unwilling to go to the netherworld are killing people except for slowly dissipating to compete for energy to maintain their own magnetic field.

Actually, I don't know what ghosts are, but just like in movies and novels, they are good and bad, and they have memories of life.

Scenes began to emerge in the clear water.

The streets and highways flashed quickly, and finally stopped at a three-way intersection, and there was no one at the three-way intersection. A man suddenly stood under the red light at the three-way intersection where there was no one in the first place. Although it was weird, before I could take a closer look, the man's basin was back to its original state.

I saw a road sign next to the red light at the three-way intersection that read: Yangfeng Street.

However, when I stopped the taxi and said, "Master, the three-way intersection of Yangfeng Street." These drivers all looked up at me and said, "Young man, what are you doing on Yangfeng Street, it's not a good place, I don't run taxis on Yangfeng Street." ”

Every driver said this, and I really didn't understand, so I could only ask: "Okay, excuse me, then master, why don't you run to Yangfeng Street?"

"You look like you're an outsider, aren't you?" The driver didn't refuse, lit a cigarette and leaned against the window and said slowly, "There is a person at the three-way intersection of Yangfeng Street, who died a year ago." It's a good child, he looks very handsome, the child's name is Li Bai, I heard that he was the school grass of the School of Cultural Studies when he was alive, and he was gone at the age of twenty, but it's a pity. ”

"That kid died a terrible death, you don't know. A big truck crushed the kid alive, flattened.

This is nothing, since the child died, there have always been car accidents at the three-way intersection, and the dead people have been flattened or hit with broken hands and feet. ”

"Later, the drivers didn't dare to go there again, for fear that they would lose their families and lose their fortunes if they hit and kill people uncontrollably, and pedestrians didn't dare to go, and even the people who lived there slowly moved away."

"Who knew that two months ago there was another robbery at that three-way intersection, and it was a child who died. The child's name was An Jun, and he was only twenty years old, studying at Kokubun University. ”

"Hey, the child died a terrible death. He was stabbed more than a dozen times and died in the middle of the road, and the blood was dragged from the red light to the middle of the road, probably to ask for help, but there was someone on that road. ”

My eyelids jumped, it turned out that there were two ghosts there, and it seemed that the first ghost was more powerful, but wasn't he an accident? How can there be such a big obsession? It is estimated that when he was alive, he was a careful person.

In the end, because none of the drivers wanted to go to Yangfeng Street, I could only open the map on my mobile phone and walk by myself.

It seems that Yangfeng Street is really a ghost street famous in Beil Beijing.

It turned out that Ahn Joon was killed by a robber.

I really admire An Jun, those victims also died on Yangfeng Street, I don't think that An Jun alone can get everyone to Yangfeng Street, Mai Shui naturally made a lot of efforts, right? This woman is disgusting.

Liyangfeng Street is getting closer and closer, the surrounding yang is getting less and less, the buildings on the street are not lit, it is like being abandoned, with the smell of death, fortunately, sometimes you can meet a few families, after all, not everyone believes in ghosts.

However, when I slowly approached the three-way intersection of Yangfeng Street, there was really no one around.

The moonlight makes the street even more desolate, and the wind rolls up the plastic bags on the ground, blowing the unclosed windows on both sides to make a "popping" sound that stimulates the eardrums of living people. The whimper of the wind was like a ghost crying, and goosebumps instantly rose all over the body.