07030404040404 Since the last time I spoke to Chen Shikang, he has also been asking about the ghost building on Xiqiao Street. During a business negotiation, Chen Shikang met Lin Haidong, the young boss of Fucheng Jianye. And Lin Haidong is also the person who bought the land behind KFC on Xiqiao Street.

Lin Haidong has been in trouble lately. But anyone who is in the real estate business believes in feng shui, so after buying the land, Lin Haidong immediately invited Mr. Feng Shui to go to the scene to check the feng shui. But everyone he got the same reaction, and they went to the construction site to take a look. Then he turned around and walked away, and the answer was the same: far from the land.

After Chen Shikang learned about this situation, he immediately recommended me to Lin Haidong. Coincidentally, the ghost in the ghost building on Xiqiao Street was cleared by me last night, so this is the work of taking money for nothing.

At 5 o'clock in the afternoon, I met Lin Haidong according to the address given by Chen Shikang.

Lin Haidong is not tall, wears gold-rimmed glasses, and is gentle. Not like a black-hearted businessman. But whether he is black or not, I decided to hack him before I left, and I also hope to ask Lin Haidong something about that piece of land from here. For example, when digging the foundation, did anything strange happen?

It's a pity that Lin Haidong is not clear about what happened 20 years ago. And the construction company that built the house on West Bridge Street has long since closed down. 20 years is long, not long, not long, although the company collapsed, the people of the year must still be there, so I played with Lin Haidong.

At 8 o'clock in the evening of the same day, I took Lin Haidong to the construction site for a turn, and then pretended to scatter a few talismans in front of him, using the two-character spells such as "breaking the game", "flowing fire", "thunder injury" and so on to create various mysterious effects.

Lin Haidong was stunned for a moment, completely frightened by me.

After the "rituals" were completed, I told him that the thick willow tree directly west of him must be cut down, otherwise once there is a dead person in the building, the soul of the dead will turn into a ghost. After that, I provided him with a lot of feng shui jianyi, which can be found on the Internet, but it is definitely not free to say it from my mouth.

Finally, I told Lin Haidong that this piece of land may have been a concentration camp during the Anti-Japanese War 60 years ago, with mass graves underground, and that the construction company that built the building 20 years ago must have dug up the bones of dead people, but this thing was covered and the bones were gone. So, if you want to get rid of the ghosts here, you have to find the people from the construction company and ask where the bones were.

Lin Haidong nodded his head as he listened, and I could clearly see that cold sweat was constantly flowing down from the corners of his forehead, and he had been wiping his glasses nervously. He said: "I will investigate this matter, and I will inform you as soon as I find it, but whether it is a concentration camp or a mass grave, you must not tell about it, otherwise."

"I understand, now that the property market is sluggish, if there are more haunted rumors, then your house will not be sold. You can rest assured, the first principle of doing my business is to keep it secret for customers, your secrets, I don't say, if you don't say it, no one will ever know. I patted my chest and assured Lin Haidong.

Lin Haidong was very satisfied with my answer, and he said that in three days, he would have a check delivered to Le Yi Tang. I know that in the past three days, he will have to find other feng shui masters to come over and see if I have lied to him, but the person he is looking for will definitely not see any flaws, although I am indeed lying to him, but I am absolutely honest in the matter of exorcism.

Three days later, the check for $200,000 arrived. I saw that Singles' Day was coming, and my two employees were single, so I gave each of them 10,000 yuan as a holiday bonus. Then I invited Chen Shikang to have a meal, and while expressing my gratitude, I also asked him to introduce me to any good work in the future.

When the business was done, I went home and started working on making skins.

I think these two are actually the same process. I believe that a Chinese knows a thing or two about the story of painted skin, but if you really want to say who is proficient in the doorway here, then you can't find it, at least no one in the people I know knows how ghosts make skin.

Before the old man was overpowered, I asked him to show me the process of making leather, but this demonstration was meaningless. Le Ju Battle.

The old man used a needle without thread, dipped in a little foul-smelling oil, and then sewed back and forth on the human skin, and in just ten seconds, the originally damaged Zeng Lili's skin was redone. He put the skin on his body, and Zeng Lili appeared in front of me, his height and posture have completely changed, and even his voice has changed. I think the burner before was not afraid of the sun or the spirit rune, and it should have something to do with this camouflage made of human skin.

Now, the needle oil skin, all three things are in my hands. The needle is an ordinary steel needle, and the oil should be corpse oil if you guess correctly, only the skin is unknown. I also tried to "sew" it a few times, but the result was a few holes in the intact human skin.16 I also tried to disguise the human skin and put it on myself, but I couldn't put it in at all.

In the end, I can only reluctantly come to one conclusion: making skins is only for ghosts, and living people should not be able to play with it.

The next few days were relatively leisurely, and while I waited for news from Lin Haidong's side, I took some loose work such as feng shui consultation, fortune telling, and fortune telling. But the idle days didn't last long, and an uninvited guest suddenly broke into Leyitang and made a mess of my daily life.

I went to Le Yi Tang as usual that day, and as soon as I entered the door, I heard someone arguing in my office, or more precisely, a woman was doing a unilateral reprimand.

I know it's my employees who must be in trouble again.

I hired two employees to work at Le Yi Tang: Wang Shan, a beautiful receptionist, who was mainly responsible for receiving guests for me.16 The other was Luo Wei, a college student who graduated from computer science, to do network maintenance for me, and also to deal with the messages on the Internet that needed free consultation.

Usually I am quite relieved when Wang Shan is there, but she asked me for three days off for something at home, so I asked Luo Wei to temporarily take the shift and temporarily greet the guests for me when I went out or didn't come.

Luo Wei is 29 today, graduated from college for six years, and has also been admitted to graduate school for six years, and the spirit of repeated defeats and battles is vividly reflected in him. He still hasn't given up the idea of going to graduate school, but he has to work and review while under the pressure of his family, and I have a low salary here, so he has been working here since last year, seven days a week, and sometimes he simply lives in the company and rubs the net.

I admire his dedication, but he has a problem that makes me completely unbearable, and he is too "polite" to treat people.

When he first came to work, he called me boss, which I felt very awkward and very rustic, so I asked him to change his title, so he changed his name to call me Brother Le.

I'm five years younger than Lowe, but since he works with me and I pay him, he calls me "brother" as a sign of respect, and I don't think there's anything wrong with that. But then I found out that this was not the case, when I hired Wang Shan to work on the first day, Luo Wei actually called Wang Shan Auntie very seriously!

Since then, I have slowly figured out that in Luo Wei's brain world, there is a unique set of title standards: in his opinion, all mature women who work in makeup are aunts, and all mature men who wear suits and do business are uncles!

Probably because I am really not so old, so Luo Wei finally classified me into the category of "brother" after several thoughts, if I am two years older, I am afraid that I will not escape the fate of being called uncle by a 29-year-old man.

Before I left the company yesterday, I specifically told Luo Wei to call a woman when he sees a woman, and Mr. when he sees a man, and don't call me uncle or aunt anyway, and now it seems that my advice has no meaning at all.

I hurried to my office.

Sure enough, Lowe stood pitifully by the wall with her head bowed, while a woman with short hair dressed in a very neutral dress pointed at Lowe's nose and kept reprimanding.

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! This employee of mine has always been polite to people, but it's actually a way for him to show respect, so don't be surprised. I hurried over to explain.

"Respect? Is calling an aunt respectful? The short-haired woman asked me rhetorically.

"Auntie?" I was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly turned to Lowe and asked him, "What do you think?" "

Luo Wei looked up innocently and said, "Brother Le, didn't you tell me, the woman you see is called Madam." "

"Yes, you just called it."

"Yes, I listened to you, but she said that Madame called her old. I thought I couldn't call me Auntie, and then I called Aunt Auntie. "

This really makes me laugh and cry! I quickly waved at Lowe and told him to go back to his small office and do what he did best. When Lowe left, I quickly apologized to the short-haired woman again: "I'm really sorry, I apologize to you on behalf of him, I have Cuban coffee here, freshly ground and brewed, do you want to try it?" The taste is quite good. "

The short-haired woman didn't answer me, but looked me up and down arrogantly, as if the police were examining the prisoner, which made me very uncomfortable.

I was about to ask her what she was doing, but she showed me her ID first.

"I'm a police officer! October 20th to 21st, where were you these two nights? "

Depend on! I cursed in my heart, it turned out that my sixth sense was quite accurate, this girl is really a policeman.

There are two kinds of people in this world that I hate the most, one is the stubborn atheist, and the other is the police. My work often involves the murder of dead people, which inevitably involves dealing with the police, and every time I encounter the police, nothing will come of good, and I am afraid that this time will not be an exception.

"It's been almost a month on the 20th, I have to think about it." I said perfunctorily.

"If you can't think of it, I can give you a hint. You should know An Qifan, right? "

"Know, know. He's a client of mine. Oh, I remember, I went to his house on the night of the 20th, he was sick, and it was I who took him to the hospital. He can't be suing me, right? "

"I don't think that's possible, he's dead." The short-haired woman said coldly.