Deng Kang moved the microphone away, answered the phone, and at first he didn't care, but after listening for less than three seconds, he saw that his face changed greatly, and he asked something in Bahasa Malaysia, and his tone was very excited. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Info then he threw the microphone on the ground and turned to leave. I hurriedly followed, the people in the bar were applauding and taunting, but Dengkang ignored it completely, out of the bar door, he answered the phone again, and after hanging up, he seemed to have not come back to his senses, looked left and right, and didn't know what to do for a while.

"What's going on?" I asked.

Deng Kang gasped for a while: "The paramedics in Alor Setar told me that my father died! I was shocked and quickly asked why. Deng Kang said that the nursing staff said that at about 9 o'clock in the evening, they also fed his father some rice porridge. When he made a routine inspection at half past eleven, he found that his father had been dead for a long time. And the death was very peculiar, his eyes were wide open, his mouth was wide open, and he was curled up in the corner of the wall next to the bed, and his hand was still pointing in the direction of the door. The body seemed to be fixed by glue, and the arms were not put down.

"How is that possible?" I said to myself, "Could it be that the effect of the Yin Curse has recurred?" ”

Deng Kang shook his head and said, "There is no such possibility! The head-lowering spell has been unraveled, and even if it takes too long, it is still mentally and soul-damaged, and it cannot be restored to the level of a normal person. But it is not possible to die from a sudden seizure unless ......"

I asked, "Unless someone uses the same Yin spell to lower your father's head again?" Deng Kang looked at me and didn't say anything, but there was anger in his eyes, and even I was afraid.

Tengkang was going back to Malaysia from Hong Kong overnight, and I offered to go with him, so I could take care of anything. But Deng Kang didn't agree, probably because he didn't want me to interfere. Tenkang flew from the airport to Kuala Lumpur, and then transferred to a long-distance bus to Alor Setar, and it was already noon the next day.

According to the description he later called me, his father's body was stored in the hospital morgue, and according to Dengkang's request, he tried to maintain his father's condition before his death to facilitate analysis. His father's body was still stiff and clumped, his right arm was stretched out, he didn't know where to point, his eyes were wide, the vitreous of his eyes were cloudy, and his mouth was so large that he seemed to have seen the most terrible thing before he died.

Dengkang asked the paramedic if he had seen or heard anything unusual during that time. The paramedic shook his head and said that he had asked the others and nothing. Unable to see anything from the body, Tengkang had to go through the formalities, but instead of cremating the body, he was buried in the rubber plantation in his hometown of Siwu.

On the phone, I can't say anything comforting. A few years ago, his father had been hit by his son's own head and had become insane, but a few years later, thanks to his son's efforts, he had gradually recovered. didn't expect to die suddenly now, for Dengkang, the feelings, hard work and money spent during this period were all in vain.

"What kind of spell did you use in the first place?" I asked.

Deng Kang said slowly: "It's a relatively ordinary head-lowering spell, and many head-lowering masters in Malaysia can do it." "I didn't say anything more, so the problem might have been even more obvious. Although a lot of things have happened in the past six months, by now, almost all the divisions and opponents are no longer alive. From Azanyou to the bear guide, from Manager Wu to Boss Gao, is it Dengkang's own enemy?

I asked this question, and Deng Kang shook his head: "I don't know. I have also taken over a lot of business, and I will inevitably have a grudge, and I don't know who it is. ”

"But even if there is an enemy, he has to come at you, why do you have to harm your father?" I asked, "Could it be the Ghost King?" He didn't know how to find out that your father was still alive a while ago, and asked you to either kill your father or kill Azan Baden. He said he would give you a month, but now it'...... Looks like it's already over, right? ”

Deng Kang said: "Thirty-five days. "I chuckled in my heart, I didn't expect Dengkang to remember it so clearly. I told him that this matter would have to be investigated carefully to find out the truth, and that I would not need to help him. You can find Fang Gang and Lao Xie, they can have some friends in Southeast Asian countries, maybe they can help, Deng Kang didn't speak.

I called Fang Gang and Lao Xie separately to report, and the two of them were also surprised, Fang Gang said: "Fuck, who else can there be besides the Ghost King, who else has to attack a half-sick old man?" We can't let him go this time! ”

"But there is no evidence, what if the wrong person is wrong?" I asked.

Fang Gang said that there was no need for evidence, and it was impossible to make a mistake, a person like the Ghost King, even his own relatives were willing to surrender, and there was nothing he could do. He promised to call his friends in the Philippines to help with the investigation.

In the evening, Lao Xie also called me and told me that he knew a friend at Kuala Lumpur Airport and could call up the list of passengers from the Philippines to Malaysia Airport in the past few days, which he could provide to Tengkang to see if he knew anyone. I hurriedly said that of course it would be good, let Lao Xie handle this matter as soon as possible.

When I returned to Shenyang from Hong Kong, I was tired from one unexpected incident after another, and at the same time, I felt that the ghost king seemed to be becoming the biggest enemy. Of course, it doesn't have much to do with us now, mainly for Denkang and Azan Baden. But the two of them and Fang Gang are no longer ordinary partners, but good friends, and even lip and tooth relationships, so I subconsciously think that the Ghost King is also my enemy, at least not a friend. As the saying goes: the enemy of an enemy is a friend, and the enemy of a friend is also an enemy?

When Miss Xiao He learned that I had returned to Shenyang, she immediately came to me and asked me very unhappily when I would be able to end this kind of tossing and turning business. I reluctantly said that this was all out of my control, and I either had to toss and do business, or I just stayed in Shenyang honestly, but I didn't make much money.

"Can't you stay in Shenyang and make money at the same time?" Miss Xiao He asked. I smiled and said how can there be such a good thing, and I don't want to pay hard work, and I want to make a lot of money without worrying about food and clothing, is it possible?

Miss Xiao He was puzzled: "According to what you say, men in Shenyang City either have mediocre incomes, or they have to think outside all day long, and they can't see people in order to make more money?" "It's hard for me to imagine that she would say such a thing, and tell her seriously that there are people who can easily make money without having to run around in Shenyang, but everywhere in China, but I'm not. There are three, six, nine and so on, and I'm still good. The most pitiful thing is not the kind of people who can't make money by running around every day, but the kind of people who can't make money every day.

After listening to my theory, Xiao He was noncommittal and didn't say anything more. In fact, I have begun to deny her in my heart, but I don't know how to get past my parents, especially my mother. In her eyes, men and women are on equal terms, it's okay if they don't hate each other very much, what common language, people are not mute, and their expression skills are quite strong, and you are not an artist, why can't you talk together.

Two days later, I went to visit my brother-in-law at the amulet shop at noon and found that the door was locked and closed. The eldest brother of the art club next door said that it had not been open for two or three days, maybe my brother-in-law had something. I called him, but my brother-in-law didn't answer, but my sister texted me back that the two of them were traveling in other places, and the signal was not good and there were roaming charges, and we would talk back when we came back.

I opened the door with the key and stood in the store for a long time. Since I opened this shop two years ago, there are still many things worth remembering. For example, Wang Jiao and Sun Xicai, such as the lovely young woman Baimei, and the thief who asked for the Buddha card. Lying on the bed in the back room, I pillowed my head with my hands, thinking to myself that it would be better to rent out this store, selling Buddhist cards seems to be not feasible in the life circle of ordinary residents like Shenyang. Sitting on a few properties, just eating the rent, my life will not be too bad in the future. But then I thought, what can I do if I'm not a licensee?

I fell asleep in a daze, and was woken up by the sound of pushing the door, and a customer came in, but after less than ten seconds, I went out again, and it seemed that I thought this was an ornament store. It was already two hours after looking at my phone, and there was still a missed call, and I remembered that I had changed my phone to vibrate.

The call was from Thailand, and the number was an assistant to a black-clothed master who lived in a city on the southeastern border of Thailand, and the black-clothed master's name was Azanyu, one of the few Azans I knew in Thailand who was completely my own.