In order to avoid leaking, I didn't tell him that Sister Qiong and Master Chen were friends, but only that it was a coincidence that the business had rushed together.

Since there is a big business coming to the door, Dengkang naturally can't go back to Malaysia for the time being, so he is waiting for my news in Hong Kong. He called his apprentices in Malaysia and asked them to find a way to transport the "Azanba" Yuye to Hong Kong for emergency use.

Five or six days later, Sister Qiong asked me to meet again at another park. I was also specifically told not to backpack. I wonder, what does this mean?

She said that the park in the north of Hong Kong Island is more remote, so I searched for a long time. She handed me a men's leather bag and said that all the ingredients and 100,000 Hong Kong dollars in the bag were in the bag, which was a lot of money. I didn't count it, I just slung the bag on my shoulder and said goodbye to her.

I have to say that this Sister Qiong is a person who has seen the world and is very thoughtful. She had wrapped them in men's leather so that I could carry them back, and even if anyone saw them, they wouldn't be able to guess what had happened between us unless they witnessed her handing me the bag.

In the taxi, I couldn't help but open my purse, which contained a small bag wrapped in newspaper, and when I opened it, I saw 100 brand-new 1,000 Hong Kong dollar bills. If it is RMB, 100,000 yuan has to be a thick bundle, but Hong Kong dollars have 1,000 yuan bills. 100,000 is equivalent to 10,000 RMB, which makes me feel that in Hong Kong's flowery world, money doesn't seem to be so valuable.

I counted half of the bills and put them in my pocket, and when I got back to the hotel, I handed the purse to Deng Kang. Deng Kang carefully counted the banknotes, put them into his leather bag with satisfaction, and took out the raw materials.

A piece of A4 white paper, with a lot of Chinese characters and numbers cut out of the newspaper pasted on it, reminded me of the scene in the movie when the kidnappers asked the family for money, and I thought that this Sister Qiong was too cautious, could I still find her from the handwriting. The content of the newspaper clipping is a man's name and date of birth, which is a very common name, surnamed Jin, I can't help but use the hotel computer to look up the name and Hong Kong keywords, and the results are very few.

Hong Kong has a developed economy, and people with a net worth of millions of Hong Kong dollars are not considered rich here, but can only be equivalent to the well-off level in the mainland, except for those civilian families living in Hong Kong's public housing. If Sister Qiong wants to fix this person is not a huge rich or celebrity. It's definitely not available online. Just like if you want to check the boss of a certain enterprise in a certain city or county in the mainland, it is estimated that there will not be many results.

In addition to Mr. Kim's name and birthday, there are two frontal photos of him on the golf course, and Mr. Kim looks middle-aged. But a blessed face. In addition, there were several brand-new white plastic sealed bags and glass bottles containing hair, nails, blood, and two pairs of worn underwear. It is not difficult to say that it is not difficult to collect hair and nails, but how did this vial of blood get it, I can't help but admire Sister Qiong's methods.

I asked Deng Kang how to perform this soul descent. He said: "It takes about three to five days to mix and bless these ingredients to make a head-lowering solution. When casting, it is best to be within ten meters of the opponent, and use Yu Ye to cooperate with the spirit control technique, and the success rate is still very high. ”

Two days later, Yu Ye sent to Hong Kong, and the freight company sent the package to the Buddhist brand store, and I opened it to take a look. In addition to a dozen candles, a few Buddhist plaques, a long linen cloth, and a few Kuman Thong, there are also three skulls that look similar. Through the English on the delivery slip, Biei recognized that this was a company that specialized in making prop models. I couldn't help laughing, the method used by Dengkang to deliver the goods is actually the same routine as my hair ghost in Thailand, Yuye and other things, two of these three long bones are resin, and the one without jaws is Azanba's Yuye.

I texted Sister Joan. Ask her to provide Mr. King's itinerary in five days, preferably in a fixed place, such as a restaurant, parking lot, home or office, etc., at as accurate a time and place. so that it may be easier to surrender.

I remembered that there are many old apartments in Sham Shui Po, Yuen Long and Tai Po, and the rent is certainly not too expensive, so I first went to Sham Shui Po to step on the plate, look for it on the dozen floors of an old apartment, and inquire about the cheapest apartment rooms when I see a lease. After the monthly rent was more than 5,000 yuan, I negotiated with the landlord of an apartment and rented the right to use it for 7 days at a price of 3,000 Hong Kong dollars. The landlord made it clear that it was okay to rent for seven days. You are not allowed to move your house and things, and you must leave when the time comes, not for a minute longer.

On the same day, Dengkang and I stayed in this apartment. It's so old. It's just a small room, next to a filthy bathroom, and a grease-stained kitchen.

Deng Kang placed a small wooden table against the wall, on which lay Yu Ye, and an iron tray with a few candles on either side. In the iron tray were the hair, nails, and underwear provided by Sister Qiong, and the Buddhist medals and Kuman Tong were also placed around Yu Ye in a specific position. This is a simple altar, and the candles are not ordinary, but are mixed with wax oil such as the bone powder of the deceased, the oil of the corpse, and the powder of the Guman pie.

At midnight that night, I lit the candle and extinguished the light, and the room went dark, except for the light of the candles. Deng Kang placed the two pictures of Mr. Kim standing on the table, leaned against Yu Ye, and began to chant mantras in a low voice. The firelight flickered, and Mr. Kim in the photo seemed to be jumping up and down, left and right, as if he was about to come out of the photo.

As he chanted the mantra, a few fingers of his left hand pressed lightly against the surface of the photograph, and after a while, he threw it in an iron tray. Then he opened the seal of the little glass bottle containing the blood, sprinkled it on the things, and set the clothes on fire with matches.

The fire slowly ignited, igniting the photos and hair, emitting a pungent and strange smell. Deng Kang took out another glass bottle and poured the dark yellow oily liquid inside into the fire in a circle, and the flames suddenly jumped up and immediately recovered.

A few minutes later. Everything was burned to ashes and mixed with the oil. Dengkang used a needle to suck out the oil and pour it back into the glass bottle. He picked up a white warp thread and wrapped the ends around the glass bottle and the Yuye. Then he took out a knife, cut the middle of his left hand, dripped blood on the top of Yu Ye's head, and held a glass bottle in his right hand and mixed it and shook it well, pressing his hand on Yu Ye, and chanting the mantra loudly.

At this moment, by the dim light of the candle, I suddenly saw that Deng Kang's left arm was full of protruding cyan veins, and the first time I saw him, he pretended that he had been hit by the head, and I saw that his skin was like that, it turned out that he could change it with magic. It's heart-pounding to let your skin and blood vessels become like this.

After another ten minutes, the light of the candles began to beat regularly, left and right, and finally all went out.

Deng Kang said: "Turn on the lights. I hurriedly ran over and turned on the light, and Deng Kang stood up, pointed to the glass bottle containing the mixed liquid, and said that he would continue to bless for a few more days tomorrow evening.

At midnight the next day, Tengkang placed a small glass bottle containing the head-lowering oil on the altar, and burned the shroud, the long linen cloth that had been brought with Yuya, had been cut into five pieces beforehand, and one was burned every night when he was blessed.

After five days of continuous blessings, Dengkang announced that it was done, and I packed up my things and left the old apartment that I had rented for seven days early.

Sister Qiong also sent Mr. Jin's itinerary to my mobile phone by text message, I looked at it, it was the itinerary of the last four days, three of which were in the office of XX Trading Company in a building, and only one day was at noon in a Cantonese restaurant in Causeway Bay, and the note was to discuss business with customers.

After discussing with Dengkang, I texted back to Sister Qiong, saying that then arrange the landing location in that Cantonese restaurant, as long as the time and place you provide are accurate, it will be fine, otherwise it will be very troublesome. Sister Qiong replied: "The time and place are accurate, I asked him twice, and he won't lie to me." ”

I don't know if Sister Qiong deliberately leaked it, or if she was not so wary of me, it is obvious from this reply that Mr. Jin and Sister Qiong are acquaintances, and the relationship is not bad. At least it's not an enemy, or you haven't done anything bad to Sister Qiong, otherwise how could you know everything about her.