Fuyuko's father suddenly stopped as he spoke, and the bulging Adam's apple between his neck throbbed a few times. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Info then pulled a box of cigarettes out of his pocket and smoked it to himself.

His eyes were hollow, as if his soul had escaped with the smoke wafting from between his mouth and nose.

After smoking three cigarettes in a row, Fuyuko's father ended his continued smoking, and at this time, Fuyuko's mother came out of the kitchen with a few dishes. Her eyes were a little red, and although there were no tears on her face, she must have cried in the kitchen.

The atmosphere is very calm, even a little oppressive, and even the food loses its original allure in this atmosphere. Fuyuko's parents symbolically moved the chopsticks, and the three of us also stopped at a shallow taste.

After lunch, Fuyuko's mother went to the kitchen to clean up the dishes and chopsticks, and his father "chatted" with us, saying that he was chatting, but he was just sitting there and smoking.

In the meantime, I found an excuse to go to Fuyuko's room, after all, we came here on a mission.

Walking into Fuyuko's room again, I was greeted by the black and white photo of Fuyuko. The photo of Fuyuko is still smiling, and when we chatted, Fuyuko's father said that it came too suddenly, and this posthumous image is made of a photo of Fuyuko's previous life.

"Dongzi, although we don't know each other, we were involved in such a thing by chance. If you don't want your parents to know that your body has been stolen, please bless us as soon as possible! I lit three sticks of incense and inserted them in the incense burner in front of the statue, muttering to myself.

Fortunately, the funeral home told Fuyuko's parents that the incinerator was out of order, and asked them to wait a few days to receive the ashes, otherwise they would be heartbroken if they really knew the truth.

I shook my head and threw the thoughts out of my head and began to search the room for something useful. The room was very clean, and it was not easy to find the hair. The most important thing is that I can't be discovered by Fuyuko's parents yet, otherwise it's over.

I searched for almost a quarter of an hour, but I didn't find anything, so I had no choice but to give up. Before leaving Fuyuko's room, I glanced at the photograph and put the two hundred dollars I had left on the incense table that held the incense burner.

When I walked out of Dongzi's room, Chen Jing and Wang Yongping both cast expectant looks, and I spread my hands helplessly, much to their disappointment.

Since we can't find anything of value here, we have to change the target.

Personally, I don't think what we're doing is anything bad, but we have to hide our identities, and I feel like we're doing something shady. What's even more infuriating is that God is still very unwilling to help.

I also visited the homes of the two "missing people", one of whom was not at home, and the family seemed to have discussed it with the Fuyuko family, and the deceased's room was cleaned, and the clothes that the deceased wore before his death were also burned, so nothing useful was found.

The three of us went to the house of the last "missing man" with some discouragement, and if nothing was to be gained, this solution would not work.

It's the beginning of the month these days, and I can't do it if I want to perform the Circle Light Technique. If you wait a few more days for the souls of the dead to enter the underworld, it will be useless to cast any Dao techniques.

There is a way: where there is a will, there is a way, the cauldron is broken, and the one hundred and two Qin passes belong to Chu after all; The hard-working people do not live up to the sky, and the salary tastes the gall, and the three thousand Yuejia can swallow Wu.

Although we can say that we are united, the salary is also lying down, and the courage has been tasted, but the thing has not been done, and God still failed us. By the time we came out of the home of the last "missing man", it was already dark, and we had worked hard for half a day without any gain.

The car shuttled through the bright city roads, and we all seemed very silent on the way back. Especially Wang Yongping, when he saw Chen Jing leaning on my shoulder affectionately, he didn't bother with me.

Since we didn't eat anything at noon, the three of us were already hungry. I guess I'm not in the mood to cook when I go home, so we just eat a little bit outside.

Wang Yongping is naturally familiar with the city, at least compared to me and Chen Jing, he is the most familiar of the three of us, and he still drives a small car.

The car shuttled several times and came to a street corner. Wang Yongping parked the car in front of a closed shop and led us to an alley opposite.

In the alley, there are all kinds of cries and sales, and all kinds of tempting fragrances are so strong that they can't be dispersed, attracting foodies to gather here. The alley, which is less than five meters wide, is already overcrowded at this time, and the stalls on both sides seem to be in danger of being crushed at any moment.

After squeezing for a long time, I finally saw that there was a dry pot shop with four positions, Wang Yongping opened the way in front, and forcibly opened up a one-person-wide space from the flow of people. I pulled Chen Jing to follow closely, and we almost burst out of our full potential to grab the position.

Perhaps human beings tend to cherish the things they have paid for, and we ate this meal very deliciously, and by the time we finished eating, it was already past ten o'clock, and then Wang Yongping sent me and Chen Jing home.

After I went back, Chen Jing was extremely dishonest and teased me in all kinds of ways, and my nosebleed almost didn't come out. In the end, I couldn't stand it anymore and pressed her against the couch, and then there was no more.

"I'd like to see how long you can be a decent gentleman."

Chen Jing's face was full of cunning, I hated it so much that the root of my teeth itched, but there was nothing I could do about her.

In the end, Chen Jing threw her clothes on me and then hummed a tune into the bathroom, and the sound of running water immediately came from the bathroom.

Smelling the faint fragrance on my clothes, I felt the blood flowing in my body boiling, and I had the urge to rush into the bathroom to punish the "culprit"!

However, this idea was dispelled as soon as it came to me, and I reluctantly took Chen Jing's clothes off my head and put them on the other side of the sofa.

After I let go, there was a hair sticking to my palm, which was three inches long and already a little yellow. This is obviously not Chen Jing's hair, because her hair is long and soft, and this hair is a little coarse, it should be a man's hair. It's not me and Wang Yongping's, because our hair isn't so long.

When the sweater is rubbed, it will carry static electricity, and things such as hair and paper scraps are easily adsorbed by it. It must have been brought out at the homes of several family members of the deceased, and somehow, I had a strange but certain thought in my head - the hair was winter!

In any case, there is a high probability that the hair belongs to a certain deceased person, so there is a good chance that it will be able to find the location of several missing bodies.

Without further ado, I was ready to act immediately. It's obviously not a good idea to track the city with Kong Ming lanterns, and hair is a part of the body, and its spirituality is naturally far greater than clothing, so I'm going to use the tracking technique.

I drew a talisman to track the talisman, then put my hair on it and folded the spell into the shape of a thousand paper cranes. Looking at the bathroom, where the sound of water was still coming from, I thought twice and finally decided to go and explore it alone.

Before going downstairs, I left a small note on the table in front of the couch explaining what I was going out to do, and quietly left.

When I came downstairs, I saw that there was no one on the street, so I placed the paper crane flat in the palm of my left hand, and pinched the seal with the spell with my right hand. After the spell was cast, the paper crane in my hand began to shake its wings as if it had come to life, and then flew up from my palm.

The crane circled around me for a week, and then flew straight in one direction, and I immediately followed. After about ten minutes, I felt that the surrounding environment was somewhat familiar, and I was suddenly disappointed, because Dongzi's house was in this direction.

Sure enough, after nearly a quarter of an hour, I followed the paper crane to the downstairs of Dongzi's house, and the paper crane was also there without moving. I was so desperate to take the crane out of the air, but I didn't expect that even the last shred of hope would be dashed.

After a long sigh, I stared blankly at the paper crane lying quietly in the palm of my hand, and I didn't know what to do at this moment. I felt as if I had become a little overly dependent on Taoism, so much so that my mind was confined to it.

This is like asking a junior high school student to do a math problem for elementary school students, and the first thing that junior high school students can think of is definitely to set up unknown numbers to find equations, but forget the most common line segment method used by primary school students.

The first thing that came to my mind when dealing with this matter was the Dao techniques used to find people and objects, such as tracking and circular light techniques, but I ignored other methods that might be more effective. At this time, because this kind of method did not work, I had nothing to do for a while.

Walking aimlessly through the silent streets, the wind blowing in front of me was a little cold, mixed with the smell of car exhaust. Under the dim street lamp, a rat cautiously poked out of the green belt, looked around to make sure there was no danger, and then ran quickly to the stinky ditch not far away.

I didn't want to disturb Chen Jing's rest, so I didn't knock on the door and opened the door directly with the lock pick, and after opening the door, I found that the light in the room was on, and Chen Jing was sitting on the sofa.

"Why haven't you rested yet?" I walked over and sat next to her and asked.

"I'm a little worried about you, I can't sleep. Did you find anything out of such a hurry? Chen Jing leaned over to me and said.

The loose bathrobe couldn't hide Chen Jing's delicate curves at all, and a girlish fragrance came from her body, making people feel intoxicated.

"Alas, it turns out that I just think too much, and there is nothing I can do about it at the moment. Go to bed, it's cold here, don't catch a cold! I put my face in my hands and said with a sigh.

"There's always a way, I believe in you! You're tired from a day today, so hurry up and take a shower and go to bed! The bath towel is ready for you, put the changed clothes in the washing machine, and it will be dry tomorrow morning. Chen Jing comforted softly.

To be honest, I'm still a little tired, and more tired. According to what Chen Jing said, put the clothes into the washing machine, and after setting the washing program, the washing machine was buzzing.

The hot water poured from head to toe made me feel a little more relaxed and put the tricky stuff behind me for a while.

Putting on the bath towel that Chen Jing gave me felt weird, because I had never tried this feeling of directly replacing clothes with a bath towel.

Originally, I was going to sleep on the sofa anyway, but I was already feeling irritable, if I slept in bed with Chen Jing and was teased by her, I wouldn't want to sleep tonight.

However, Chen Jing seemed to be able to predict the prophet, and she pushed me onto the bed as soon as I got out of the bathroom. Fortunately, she knew that I was irritable, so she kept the rules.

"Zijie, there's a question I've always wanted to ask you, and I don't know if I should ask it......" Chen Jing leaned his head on my arm and looked at me.

"Why are you still talking to me? If there's anything you want to ask, just ask. I smiled and gently scratched Chen Jing's Qiong nose.

"Is there a way for Fuyuko to find their bodies on their own? I think the body is theirs, and even if they are dead, they should have a close connection with their own body, right? If they are asked to find it, it will definitely be twice the result with half the effort, or it won't be long before the person behind it can be found. ”