By eight o'clock that night, I didn't receive a call from Xiao Ming. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

I called his number, but there was no answer.

called Zhang Xiaofan again, but he said that he went to the airport at noon, and he still drove him there.

In the end, he also added a sentence, saying that Xiao Ming called him after arriving at the Beijing airport, saying that when he looked through the files of the Psychic Society on the plane, he found some clues about the "Thirteen Tribulations of the Netherworld", and the specific content had to be told to me in person.

I said that the materials should be put aside first, and now that the person is gone, it is the first priority.

It's a three-hour flight from Hangzhou to Beijing at most, and it stands to reason that Xiao Ming should have contacted me three or four hours ago.

Could it be that something happened on the way?

At this moment, Xiao Ming called, I quickly picked it up, and when I heard it, it was an unfamiliar voice: "Excuse me, you called just now?" ”

"yes, who are you?"

The other party's voice paused, and only after a moment did he say, "Who are you from Bi Jianming?" ”

"Friends." A bad feeling welled up in my heart and asked, "Who are you?" Why is his phone with you? Where is he? ”

"I'm Captain Wu of the traffic detachment. He was in a car accident, so the phone was with me. ”

What the!

I froze there for a moment before I could speak: "Are you okay with the others?" ”

There was silence on the phone for a while, and only after a while did he answer: "It's hard for me to answer this question to you." ”

I couldn't help but say loudly in a hurry: "I'm asking if anyone is okay!" Is this question hard to answer? ”

"Sir, please calm down. I understand your feelings at the moment, but the situation on the ground is very complicated. ”

I interrupted rudely, "Tell me how complicated a car accident can be?" ”

"Well, I might as well tell you. At the scene of the car accident, we did not have Bi Jianming's body. ”

"What? What do you mean? ”

Captain Wu briefly recounted the situation of the car accident, and I was a little confused after listening to it.

According to him, the crash occurred four hours earlier, when the taxi in which Mr. Xiao was traveling collided with a large truck while turning a three-way intersection near the Beixinqiao subway station.

The taxi driver and the owner of the truck died on the spot, but Xiao Ming was nowhere to be found.

Kitashinbashi! It's Kitashinbashi again!

The place seems to carry some kind of curse.

My intuition tells me that Xiao Ming's disappearance may be related to the "Thirteen Tribulations of the Netherworld".

Maybe he had discovered some important clue, and this clue was something that the owner of the ghost palace was absolutely unwilling to let me know.

Of course, I don't want to talk to the police about this, but I just said implicitly: "Could he have been kidnapped?" ”

"This possibility cannot be ruled out, so the criminal investigation brigade has already taken over the case. We found out that he was not from Beijing, but had arrived in Beijing by plane at noon today. Since you are his friend, do you know why he came to Beijing? ”

"Oh, you're traveling with me to Beijing. He was delayed, so he was a step late. I've been waiting for his call and didn't expect ...... Alas. ”

"Okay, I hope you can actively cooperate with our investigation before we find someone."

"Definitely."

After hanging up the phone, I couldn't calm down for a long time.

The master here didn't find it, and something happened to the friend there.

These two things are very strange and not a coincidence.

The phone rings again.

When I picked it up, it was an unfamiliar number.

Damn sales calls, it's still annoying at this point!

I pressed the "Reject" button, and the number came again.

It's not like a sales call, is it......

I quickly connected the phone, and an unfamiliar male voice came from the other end: "Is it Li Zheng?" ”

"Yes, you are?"

"Great! I am Luo Yiqi, the president of the Spiritual Society of Peking University. Xiao Ming called me at noon and said that you were coming to Beijing to do something and let me receive you well. Sorry for contacting you so late, because Xiao Ming had an accident and he ......"

"I've just been in contact with the traffic detachment, and I know all about it."

"In addition to the police, we also want to help find out. His situation is very strange, I heard that you are an onmyoji, can you help us find it together? ”

"It's incumbent."

"It's getting late, how about we meet tomorrow morning?"

"Okay."

"Where do you live now?"

"A small hotel near the Beixinqiao subway station."

"Then tomorrow morning at nine o'clock, let's meet at the 'Violet' café next to the Beixinqiao subway station. We exchange photos so that we don't recognize the wrong person. ”

When the photo came, I didn't expect him to be a dark-looking, tall and thin athletic man, with a small flat head with a "Nike" mark, which was completely different from the high-achieving Peking University student with the scholarly temperament in my impression.

I came to the café early the next morning, fifteen minutes before the appointment of nine o'clock.

I've always been very timing-minded, and I usually arrive about 10 minutes early when I go to a meeting.

But as soon as I walked into the foyer, I found that Luo Yiqi was already sitting there with a strange middle-aged man waiting for me.

The foyer was not big, and Luo Yiqi immediately noticed my arrival.

We said hello to each other, and Luo Yiqi and the stranger got up and walked briskly towards me.

As I walked over to them, I kept a sneaky eye on the man.

He was forty-five or six years old, of medium stature, and his ordinary appearance exuded a loyal and honest energy. His clothes are also very plain, which is very different from Luo Yiqi, who is dressed as a famous brand.

Could it be that this person is Luo Yiqi's teacher?

Just as I was thinking nonsense, Luo Yiqi stretched out his big hand to me: "Hello, I'm Luo Yiqi." ”

I reached out and shook his hand: "Li Zheng." ”

Then he asked, "What is your surname?" ”

Xiao Qi was about to introduce, but when he saw the man, he smiled and said, "I am Xiao Qi's second uncle." I heard him say that you are an onmyoji, and you are a young man! ”

Xiao Qi said solemnly: "My second uncle is open. ”

I was startled, and pinched a palm thunder in my right hand.

Second Uncle Xiaoqi frowned, pressed his hands on his thighs, held his chest high, and had a domineering atmosphere.

A cold air poured out of his body, and he saw sweat on his forehead and trembling body, looking very painful.

My heart moved, and the palm thunder came out of my hand.

The second uncle's body did not move, and when the palm thunder was about to hit his chest, his body twisted and slid as if there were no bones, which could avoid Lei Qi.

As I was about to unleash the second palm thunder, his cold right hand was wrapped around my right wrist.

I knew that once Lei Qi condensed in his palm, his right hand would cut off my veins.

As soon as the connoisseur makes a move, he will know if there is one.

I dispersed Lei Qi.

His hand slid back at the same time, and his face turned back to normal.

I secretly admired, and then I knew that the second uncle in front of me was a real disciple and a master who could stand up to the hall.

Nowadays, there are no less than 100,000 people in the land of China, but the real masters are very rare, and most of them are unskilled or swaggering.