There are three melodies in the world that have been banned, namely Requiem of Confession, The Thirteenth Pair of Eyes, and Black Sunday.

Among them, Black Sunday is the most well-known, but if you want to say that it is the most deadly, it is the Requiem. Because Requiem was originally used as religious music, it had the largest audience, and the number of dead reached thousands. Later, the Requiem of Confession was banned and renamed the Demon Song.

Zhang Mei doesn't know how to play musical instruments, even if she can play some self-taught tunes, it is impossible to play the requiem that has long been banned.

So the matter has been declassified here, and it is already certain that Wei does exist, and Zhang Mei's murder was indeed not done by people. The point is that there is no way to check the matter here, according to my uncle's idea, we have to do two things if we really want to investigate.

First, find the employees of the White Pigeon Musical Instrument Factory and confirm the existence of Wang Fang and the cause of her death.

Second, salvage the Emerald Lake.

The story of the owner of the Qingfeng Musical Instrument Shop said that Wang Fang's son may have been sunk in the lake, and this matter must be verified. And the male ghost painted by Zhang Mei is indeed in the Emerald Lake, but it's a pity that the face is swollen and you can't see the facial features clearly, otherwise you can just draw it and find someone to confirm it.

The first thing is easy to do, because the employees of the White Pigeon Musical Instrument Factory must still be alive, and it is easy to find out about Wang Fang. But the matter of salvaging the Emerald Lake is not a private one, and Xie Qingqing can only find a way to persuade her father to come out officially.

However, I suspect that his father will not necessarily do it, because if it can't be recovered, it's fine, if a body is really fished out, in line with the principle that the murder must be solved, this kind of old case from 20 years ago can be a lot of pressure, and it will also affect the lives of the residents by the lake.

In this regard, Xie Qingqing also has a headache. Now her curiosity is almost satisfied, and she has plans to retreat. I think a little persuasion at this time will dispel her from the idea of finding out the facts.

But the uncle quit, saying that this matter has already been stained, and he doesn't know that the three of us are going to finish the calf. And the uncle is not afraid of the bad at all, because the aunt is coming back soon, and what he is afraid of is cause and effect.

Wei will definitely continue to harm people, and when the time comes, the death of the people who will follow us will have an indelible cause and effect. In fact, we have already been involved in cause and effect in Zhang Mei's murder. If you want to eliminate this karma, you can only investigate the matter to the end, and finally overdo it.

As for Xiong Da Xiong Er, it's okay, they are only responsible for driving and following, and Xie Qingqing didn't let them know what they were doing at all. Her parents are very busy and don't have time to take care of her, and her brother is a well-known gentleman in the city, and he can't see anyone every day. So what Xie Qingqing is busy with, they don't know.

"Actually, the salvage of the Emerald Lake doesn't have to be really done, someone can help us verify it." The uncle said suddenly.

"Who?" I asked.

"The bull's nose of Baiyunguan, didn't the old man say that the White Pigeon Musical Instrument Factory had made a fuss, you can ask Baiyunguan about this."

It's just that it's dusk now, and we said that we will leave for Baiyun Temple tomorrow morning, and we can also ask the Taoist priest about Wang Fang by the way, maybe they can also give an answer.

Xie Qingqing came early the next morning, taking her two bodyguards with her as usual.

Baiyun Temple is the largest Taoist temple in Xuzhou City, with a history of 300 years. The incense is at its peak, and the price of the first pillar incense in the spring is said to have climbed to 800,000 yuan, and it is still rising every year.

Standing at the door of the Taoist temple, looking at the splendid Sanqing Hall inside, the uncle was full of emotion. People are more popular than people, Taoist priests can earn money without looking, and he can't even afford a house until now he relies on his real skills to eat.

After all, there are a few ghosts and gods, all kinds of electromagnetic waves and high-voltage electricity in the city, ordinary ghosts and ghosts are afraid to avoid it, where do they dare to make trouble, and only the resentful lord of Wei dares to make trouble.

So my uncle and aunt have dragon slaying skills, but there are no dragons in the world. I can't make a lot of money, so I can only rely on my uncle to fool Miss to make a little money. Occasionally, a big job is still the dirty work left by Baiyunguan.

My uncle told me the night before that he couldn't mention the wizard, and he wasn't allowed to mention his aunt. Wu is now a ninth-rate person, and he can't get on the stage. Moreover, the wizard was actually exterminated by the two schools of Buddhism and Taoism, so if they knew that the little aunt was a real wizard, they would definitely get into trouble.

It's not the first time my uncle has come, he is familiar with the way, and he left Xiong Da Xiong Er waiting at the door, and led us directly to the backyard.

"Oh, isn't this Yuan Dashen's stick, a rare guest." The deacon of the outer gate of Baiyun Temple poured tea diligently.

"Zhao Ping, don't give me a trick, hurry up and invite your pavilion master to come over, this time I was miserable by you." The uncle said angrily.

"Ah, the Lord is not here, and I have returned to my hometown to save my relatives." The middle-aged Taoist priest who was called Zhao Ping said.

"No, do you, do you know who this girl is? The daughter of the top leader of the Xuzhou City Police Department, her business. ”

Zhao Ping glanced at Xie Qingqing carefully, and immediately went out to call someone. Xie Qingqing's face must be good, otherwise, if he casually deducts a feudal superstitious hat from Baiyunguan, he can make them rectify for two months.

The viewer is a white-haired old man, who looks like a fairy wind and bones, and looks like an old Long Zhong, with a pair of eyes shining.

After he came in, he didn't pay attention to his uncle, but first glanced at Xie Qingqing, and then sighed.

"Why did Grandpa Liu sigh when he saw me?" Xie Qingqing asked with a smile.

I didn't expect Xie Qingqing to actually know the Guanzhu, but it was easy to understand that with the power of the Xie family in Xuzhou, it was naturally easy to come into contact with some masters in the Xuanmen.

Then the reason for the sigh is easy to understand, Xie Qingqing's life and death can be deduced from the eight characters, presumably the Lord also knows, but she herself doesn't know.

"Yuan Fang, what is the matter with you coming to me?" Liu Guan Lord Shi Shiran sat down before talking to his uncle.

"It's not the job you gave me, since you can see that it was Wei who pushed it off directly, it's over, now it's okay, the eldest lady of the Xie family is also involved, if something happens, I'll see how you explain it to her father." Uncle said.

"Girl, are you really getting involved?" The corners of Liu Guanzhu's mouth twitched and asked.

"That's still false, Qingqing, you tell Zhang Mei about it before and after with the master."

At the moment, Xie Qingqing started with his uncle breaking the law for Jiang Wen, talked about Zhang Mei's murder, and finally talked about the story told by the owner of Qingfeng Musical Instrument Shop.

The more Liu Guan listened, his face darkened, and finally his face was as heavy as water.

"Alas, you didn't come to me to find the wrong person, the director of the White Pigeon Musical Instrument Factory did come to me to do the rituals. They did have a guitar technician named Wang Fang in the factory, and the cause of her son's death is unknown. Lord Liu Guan said.

"I really don't know?" Uncle obviously didn't believe it.

"I can swear to Master Chongyang Ancestor that I absolutely don't know about this."

"Okay, then tell me why they asked you to do things in the first place."

"Alas, to be honest, this matter is still related to Wang Fang's family, and it is all a bad fate."

Next, Lord Liu Guan began to tell a story of the past, which is lamentable.

Wang Fang's husband, Liu Dashan, is a construction worker, and he also helped build a factory for a textile factory in that factory area. When the house was being built, he accidentally fell off the scaffolding, and a steel bar passed through his chest and died.

The most tragic thing is that it was his birthday that day, and after his death, he was resentful and wandered in the nearby factory area. On the night of Wang Fang's accident, he happened to be bumped into by him, and when he saw his wife being humiliated, his anger increased greatly, and he turned directly into a murderous ghost.

After that, rumors of haunting began to spread in the White Pigeon Musical Instrument Factory, and various instruments were played and sung automatically at midnight, especially the guitar strings, and no one sung to themselves.

As soon as he came and went, the whole of the musical instrument factory was frightened, and the director of the factory came to Baiyunguan to ask about things. At that time, it was Liu Guan who came out, and he was indeed a person with real skills, and he was too much to do in the altar, which forcibly eliminated Liu Dashan's resentment and forcibly annihilated him.

"One of the most unfortunate things I did in my life was to surpass Liu Dashan, but at that time I was eager to become famous and compete for the position of the master. It wasn't until many years later that I realized that Wang Fang's death was not just as simple as being insulted, there must be a hidden story behind it. However, Liu Dashan's soul has been dispersed, and Wang Fang has not even left a remnant soul......"

When Liu Laodao said this, his face was full of remorse. And I didn't expect him to suddenly confess to us, which made me respect him from the bottom of my heart.

"What is the name of Wang Fang's son? Do you know the eight characters of birth? Uncle asked.

"His name is Liu Xingxing, born on the first day of July in 81. Are you asking this to conjure spirits and ask corpses? ”

"Not bad. The male ghost painted by Zhang Mei is in the lake, and I suspect that Liu Xingxing was indeed murdered by the sunken corpse. The uncle said.