"Do you know how that man got thinner?" Ye Zixuan asked

"I'm sure I don't know," I replied.

"Actually, the coffin board I saw was not a coffin board, it was a "killing board", divided into the upper plate and the lower board, in ancient times, it was mainly used to execute the prisoner's torture instrument, when the execution put the person in the middle of the upper and lower boards, and put a piece of Qianjun boulder hanging with a rope on the upper board, with the release of the rope, people will be crushed skulls, eyeballs pop out, internal organs are cracked, in this process, people will not die immediately, and have been very painful! But now, the upper board is the coffin board that can't be seen, and the lower board is the bed, so the fat man is squeezed flat! ”

Damn, there is still this feng shui? I couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

Ye Zixuan smiled and said, "I'm not used to seeing it, but I must be separated from my belly!" ”

So what's next?

Wait for the police to come over and let them see the scene first, and then we will do things! Ye Zixuan helped his glasses again.

Soon, two policemen came, a female policeman and a male policeman.

Both the male and female police officers were the last time I saw them in the park.

When the policewoman saw me, she was a little surprised: "Where something happens, there is you!" ”

"Assisting the police in solving cases is something that every citizen should do!" I said with a smile.

At this moment, I suddenly felt that there was a deep hidden merit and fame.

The policeman did not speak and began to look for clues in the house.

The policewoman took pictures, took notes, but found nothing, then told the landlord that they would continue the investigation and left.

Ye Zixuan said: "Okay, it's time for us, go in now, it's not a matter of destroying the scene!" ”

When he walked into the house, Ye Zixuan said: "Gambling is harmful, this man has been changed by someone to change the feng shui of this house and turn the house into a torture ground!" ”

"Actually, he didn't die, he became a shadow and left!" I say.

Ye Zixuan fell into deep thought: "Why do you want to do this? ”

You ask me, and who do I ask? I asked rhetorically

Ye Zixuan didn't answer, and he didn't know.

So check the site first.

He didn't look at every inch like the police officers, but only at the corners of the room, under the bed.

Finally, a picture was found behind a toilet, which was a coffin board.

"That's it!" Ye Zixuan smiled and said.

"A picture can change feng shui?" I asked, "That's too rebellious!" ”

"That person wants to change the feng shui here and turn it into an execution ground, he will definitely leave a feng shui primer, to put it simply, just like you bury a dynamite bag here, you also need a primer! This introduction is this painting! ”

At this moment, I suddenly felt a feeling of breathlessness.

It's like a boulder pressed against the chest.

Ye Zixuan saw this and said, "It's not good, the coffin lid is pressing on us, it must be the person who does feng shui who knows that we are breaking his method!" ”

"Then find a way!" I said, "I'm so squeezed that I can't breathe!" ”

Ye Zixuan hurriedly took out some white phosphorus from his pocket, then took out a lighter and lit it.

White phosphorus ignited a blue fire.

As the white phosphorus burns, the feeling of being oppressed by the boulder slowly disappears.

It's like being rescued from the shore when you're drowning.

"It's ......"

"Just now I saw with the eye of heaven that we are under the killing board, the killing board is wood, so we must use fire to overcome it, however, this killing board ordinary people can't see it, so we can't use the heat used by ordinary people, but need cold fire, and the white phosphorus produced is cold fire!" Ye Zixuan said.

I see, it's awesome.

But what I still can't figure out is, isn't he just a debt collector?

His profession is too mismatched to his identity.

But through the kind of squeezing by the coffin lid that I just felt, a picture immediately flashed in my mind: there was a black coffin board on the fat man's body, which was invisible to the naked eye, sandwiching him between the beds, like a hamburger, constantly squeezing.

The fat man keeps getting "thinner" in the coffin splints.

"Who, though?" I asked.

Ye Zixuan said: "Who does it, maybe we can't control it, what we have to do is to help the landlady change the feng shui of this house, just now I have burned the coffin lid with white phosphorus, now wipe this painting off with realgar, this house will be fine!" ”

After all this was done, the landlady was still a little frightened and asked if she was sure that she could live in someone.

Ye Zixuan nodded.

So the landlady gave Ye Zixuan some money, and then Shi Zixuan gave me some more.

It's not much, but it's more than the previous month's salary.

It's cool?

With money, it is natural to be chic, and that night, I went out to the night market and ate Malatang.

There is an open-air barbecue stand next to it.

A few bald men set a table of cold dishes and were making fists.

paddling and rowing, suddenly a flat head came over from the side, holding a beer bottle and smashing it at a bald head: "Guess your mother, do you know that your voice is like killing a pig, it's hard to hear, disturbing the people!" ”

Seeing me here, I know that there will be a bloody storm soon.

Not only me, but others have also smelled this smell and avoided it.

The bald head was scooped open by a beer bottle, and everyone was stunned when he saw it red for a while.

After a while, the bald heads came back to their senses, and while pulling steel pipes from under the table, they scolded: "His grandmother's, if you don't beat your B into a meatloaf today, we will quit this piece in the future!" ”

Who knew that the flat head was not panicked, and said: "Since Lao Tzu dares to smash you, there is a reason to let you go!" ”

After he finished speaking, there were some tattooed flat heads and blue black flying eagles in his hands.

Steel pipe on the Flying Eagle.

Those bald heads thought they were too many just now, but at this time, they had no confidence for a while.

After all, the steel pipe can't do the flying eagle.

We thought that those bald heads would show themselves again, at least drop a stool, turn over a table or something, but as a result, just like that, we confronted each other for a few minutes and ran away.

I thought I would be able to watch a live-action movie, but it ended up curtain.

However, anyway, the scene is quite thrilling,

Despite this, the habit of onlookers has not changed. In addition to onlookers, there are also discussions.

"This is clearly provoking trouble!" One of them said.

"You know the inside story?" The man was asked.

"A little!"

"Hurry up!"

"Those flat-headed ones are a gang of gangsters here, and the other bald heads are a gang of gangsters, and these gangsters are fighting for the sake of gun territory!"

"Isn't this nonsense? I know it too! ”

"Do you know what these two gangsters are called?"

"I don't know," the other person shook his head.

"The bald group is called Hongxing, and the flat-headed group is called Jinfeng!"

I remembered the last time I took the black version of the eagle's flat head, it turned out that his gang was called Jinfeng.

"Is Jinfeng very powerful?" I asked.

"The North Loop is their territory!" The man said: "Hongxing was originally in the West Ring Road, and recently wanted to enter the North Ring Road, so it's not surprising that he was cut by these!" ”

A person next to him asked, "How do you know so much!" ”

The man immediately became happy: "I haven't been a big brother for many years, but I still understand the things in the rivers and lakes!" ”

The others gave approving glances.

The man was also very proud.

I'm a little disappointed, that is, I didn't fight, but I know that the group of people who chased me with flying eagles last time was called Jinfeng.

But think about it again, it's actually not bad, I ate and watched a live-action movie.

So I was ready to go back to the house I rented.

There's no way, this day is just eating and waiting for death.

When passing by a large-plate chicken food stall on Middle Street, I saw a large-plate chicken stall owner with clear eyebrows.

I never thought that fate would make me connect with him again, of course, not to eat a large plate of chicken, but to get rid of demons.

But I didn't notice this at first, and continued to walk towards the rental house.

I had to go through an intersection and see an old lady burning paper money on the street.

I thought to myself, how can I come across so many things when I come out for a meal? Could it be that the little imp from last time was unfinished?

The old lady burned the paper while reading in her mouth: "Dust to dust, dust to dust." Let the deceased be at peace, and let the living regain liberation! ”

I passed by the intersection, and the wind that I carried with me actually blew up the burning paper, and followed behind me like a black butterfly.

I stopped in a hurry, and so did the ashes.

The old woman opened her shriveled mouth and said, "I'm sorry, young man, every day there will be forgotten ghosts, I will show them the way to the ghost gate, and burn some dishes by the way, and when they get there, drink Meng Po soup and reincarnate, no longer harm people!" ”

The old woman's explanation made me even more nervous as I hurried towards the rented room.

I turned on the computer to see if Ye Zixuan had left me a message.

Sure enough, there was a letter from Ye Zixuan: "I received a task from a client, and he said let me find a person, you are in your district, see if you have seen this person!" ”

There is a photo attached.

I looked at the photo, it was a young man, with a handsome face, I was stunned for a moment, isn't this the little master of the big plate chicken?

I closed the door and came back to Middle Street.

When I passed through that intersection, the old woman was gone, which made my heart feel much more relaxed.

At this time, it was already 11 o'clock, and the middle street was quite lively.

I came to the stall of the little master with a big plate of chicken.

"What do you want to eat?" He asked.

"I'll take a look!" I say.

He smiled.

Before leaving, I secretly took a picture of him.

Then it was passed to Ye Zixuan. 151 Kanshu.com .