Zhao Yuanxu?

Zhang Chengdao answered the phone, and it didn't take long for his eyebrows to rise.

When he hung up the phone, he waved his hand at Zhang Xiao:

"Son, let's go, Dad will take you to eat well!"

Zhang Xiao was peeling the peel of the orange, and the sour orange had not yet reached her mouth, and just by feeling the difficult touch, she was already swallowing saliva unconsciously.

Hearing this, he immediately threw away the sour orange and said happily:

"Really? Didn't you say you couldn't go to the city to eat? ”

Zhang Chengdao changed his shoes again and stomped on the ground:

"But if you need help on the way, then it's okay for the Lord to eat!

Your Uncle Zhao is the master, let's go, let's eat a big family! ”

The two of them re-tied their horses, discerned their directions, and walked towards the nearest city.

Wangjiang in Anhui Province, a small county town that is not famous in China, because the area of the pagoda river in the southeast of the border was the old road of the Yangtze River, climb the bowl mountain in the city, you can see the victory of the river at a glance, so it is called "Wangjiang".

When the father and son approached the county seat, they slowed down and got off the horse.

"Dad, how did Uncle Zhao know we were here?"

Zhang Xiao asked curiously.

He asked about our itinerary and said that someone had reported the incident a few days ago, saying that he had seen two figures, one tall and one short, running faster than motorcycles.

The steep mountain road is like walking on the ground, thinking that I have seen a ghost.

As soon as your Uncle Zhao summed it up, it was estimated that it was us, so he called to ask. ”

Zhang Chengdao looked at the surrounding environment and suddenly sighed:

"It's completely different from a few decades ago."

The corners of Zhang Xiao's mouth twitched, Daomen's outrageous sense of time was often decades.

"By the way, Dad, our Daomen and the above have cooperation, right? What is the relationship? Equality or subordination? ”

"Of course it's equality, otherwise how can there be a ban on not being able to renew the life of an official."

Equal? Zhang Xiao was surprised, his steps slowed down unconsciously, and he fell into thought.

Since it is equality, how is this equality maintained?

Although my knowledge in this area is not very rich, my consideration may be very shallow.

But there are basic sensitivities.

The first prerequisite for maintaining equality is reciprocity.

There is no doubt that the Daomen is very strong, but if the Daomen can fully match the state apparatus, it is too much to look down on the entire huge country.

Just like the Magical Congress of America, they don't even dare to show their heads, because in modern society, the power of the entire human race is rising exponentially.

It's impossible to balance at all, as for what wizarding world is fully open, perfectly integrated and so on.

Just think about it, how is it possible?

Several powerful nations around the world if they discover the wizarding world.

It is more likely to be cautious, to judge strength, to look for weaknesses, and to try to control.

Rather than communicating in a dialogue on an equal footing.

It was precisely because Grindelwald saw the growing threat of ordinary people that he was determined to lead the saints to conquer the world, because he himself was afraid of the increasingly outrageous force of ordinary people.

I think of what my dad said that day.

So there has to be something that maintains balance.

Be. [Heavenly Court]?

"Xiaoxiao, hurry up, hurry up, let's go eat first!"

Zhang Chengdao's shouts woke him up from his contemplation, and he saw that his father had already run in front of a police "nephew".

Ooh! Yangtze River 750!

Zhang Xiao looked at the stupid and square-headed nephew motorcycle, just like looking at some old antique.

Standing next to the motorcycle was a middle-aged man who looked very generous, and he stretched out his hands towards Zhang Chengdao:

"Mr. Zhang, hello, hello, I am Director Zhao's subordinate, just call me Xiao Song.

I'm really sorry, but the cars were all sent out, so I had to find a nephew to come over. ”

This year is not the era of the flood of cars later, and now cars are very expensive, and it would be good to have two cars in a bureau.

Zhang Chengdao waved his hand indifferently: "It's a trivial matter, take us to the bureau's canteen now, just give me the information or something." ”

Xiao Song didn't expect this seemingly very big Zhang Chengdao to be so easy to speak, and he was stunned for a moment before nodding happily:

"Okay, okay, canteen isn't a bit. Mr. Zhang, why don't we change it?

Although I don't come here in Wangjiang, I also know one or two good restaurants. ”

Zhang Xiao has already sat directly in the sidecar, and Zhang Chengdao is even more proficient in riding a motorcycle.

Xiao Song had no choice but to shut up and honestly straddle the motorcycle.

The Yangtze River 750 let out a roar and went away with black smoke.

The stage in the town has suddenly added a lot of weird legends recently.

Uncle Wang said that when he passed by the stage, he saw Hua Dan Leng Qianyu, who had been missing for several months, singing on it.

The Huangmei opera sung is still so good.

As the most famous Danjiao in Shili and Eight Townships, Leng Qianyu's name is also well-known in the entire Wangjiang, with a good figure, good singing, and a good face, especially the pair of watery eyes.

Shy and timid, she seems to be able to speak, and I don't know how many young descendants regard her as a dream person.

Every time the troupe starts a play, it is crowded with people, and the old and young masters want to come and see Leng Qianyu.

It's just that Uncle Wang was at night when he passed by the stage, and this Leng Qianyu had been missing for more than three months, and when she disappeared at the beginning, there was a lot of trouble.

Say anything.

What is the same as taking the big brother and driving the big money of Santana ran away.

The boss from Hong Kong took a fancy to it, became a junior, and raised it in a bungalow.

There is also something to say that the overseas Chinese who have returned to China have been brought abroad.

No matter how the legend is, it was this Leng Qianyu who became the mistress of the rich.

The men were sad, and when they talked about her, they all shook their heads and sighed, only hating that they were not big.

The women were elated, and when they talked about the anger, they couldn't spit on it, they crushed it a few times with the soles of their shoes, rolled up their sleeves, and scolded them shamelessly, vixens, and prodigal.

I have long seen that she is not a good person, and she has aroused the approval of others, and after scolding, she wiped her mouth, showed a satisfied smile, and went home with her superiority of morality over Leng Qianyu.

A few months have passed, and there are fewer people who remember her after all.

Only those little kids with snotty noses often miss that beautiful sister, and will bring some biscuits and hard candy for themselves to eat, thinking about her goodness.

It wasn't until Uncle Wang said that he saw her on the stage that the memory that had just sunk came back to the surface.

It's just that what Uncle Wang said is too scary.

In the middle of the night, Leng Qianyu, who had been missing for a few months, was singing on the stage

The villagers who heard about this couldn't help but shudder, and laughed at the uncle for being lonely and widowed for a long time and drinking too much wine.

Uncle Wang thought about it, but at that time, he drank half a catty of liquor, but he drank a little too much.

But even so, there is still some hair in everyone's hearts.

Within a few days, people began to die in the village.

Some people's faces changed.

"Dad, this missing Leng Qianyu still has a younger brother? Where's her brother? ”

Zhang Xiao recalled the information she had seen before, Leng Qianyu's parents died early, and because her parents insisted on giving birth to a boy.

The family was fined for being overborn.

was born a fool and became the laughing stock of the town.

Within two years, he died in a car accident while going to the provincial capital.

Leng Qianyu, who was just 18 years old, and her 3-year-old brother were left behind.

Thanks to Leng Qianyu's ability to sing, she is good-looking, and she was favored by the troupe, which supported herself and her younger brother.

In other cases, the father communicated with the person in charge of the case alone.

Zhang Chengdao's tone was a little heavy: "No one remembered him when he starved to death, starved to death in the small bungalow, and it is said that someone once heard his howl in the room."

Thinking that he was mentally ill, no one paid attention to him. ”

He paused and said softly: "When finally a neighbor went to see it, it had been starving to death for several days, and it was said that the hungry person had eaten feces." (Note 1)"

Zhang Xiao stopped and looked at Zhang Chengdao in amazement.

Starving?

Why did you starve to death? Are all the neighbors dead? Even after 30 years of known indifference, Zhang Xiao feels that her neighbors are still full of humanity many times.

Especially during the three years of being closed, countless people have realized the true meaning of distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors.

Isn't this the simple nineties? How so?

Zhang Chengdao shook his head: "I was sure that I thought I was sick, and said that Leng Qianyu often went out early and returned late, and no one knew that she didn't come back." ”

This case was just an ordinary disappearance case at first, but a few months passed, from when Uncle Wang heard that someone was singing on the stage.

One after another, the masses reacted, and they heard the sound of opera on the stage at night

Only the children are safe and sound, and there are no clues after a long time of local investigation, and there is a large panic in several nearby towns and villages, and countless people have moved away.

Even the superior Anqing came in the first month, but the people in Anqing also couldn't find anything.

In this way, it was reported level by level, and when it came to Zhao Yuanxu, there was the scene of calling my father.

The father and son walked forward in silence, the geographical location of Wangjiang is not good, and after some development, the landmark of the county is a big turntable.

Except for some factories and government departments, high-rise buildings are rarely seen.

This is especially true of the towns they go to.

As far as the eye can see, the doors of every house are closed, and there are still yellow charms on the doors, and there are traces of burning incense and paper money not far away.

I can't even see a figure.

Zhang Xiao finally couldn't help but break the somewhat dull atmosphere:

"Dad, how should we check this situation?"

Zhang Chengdao pinched his chin and thought for a moment:

"In the past, we would always ask about the legends of the locals when we went to a place, no matter how bizarre and weird they were, and we couldn't take it lightly.

Because it is quite possible, and that is the truth.

But this is just what ordinary disciples will do, you father and me.

Accustomed to smashing the Yellow Dragon, find the main owner directly, catch it and talk about it! ”

Zhang Xiao nodded, smacked it, and suddenly reacted: "Huh? Caught it? ”

"Of course, the appearance of ghosts is not a normal thing, most of them will hide something, and they will be destroyed without asking, which is no different from killing people directly.

Generally speaking, in addition to calming these things, we also need to understand cause and effect, and if there is any last wish, it is not too difficult, and we can do it. ”

Zhang Chengdao looked up at the sky, it was still early, and the sun was hanging brightly in the sky.

The July sun unscrupulously volatilizes its own light and heat, illuminating the surroundings white, and it feels hot at a glance.

It's just that the father and son are not mortals, and if ordinary people stand in the sun like this, they really can't stand it.

"Find a place to rest first, and see if anyone can ask, now the yang energy is too strong, and nothing can be found, so wait for the yin and yang to turn dusk."

Zhang Xiao naturally has no opinions, she is not afraid of heat, and it does not mean that she likes to bask in the sun.

The two walked for a while, and finally found a store that was still open.

It is said that the commissary is actually his own bungalow, with a square opening in the back wall, with a slider, and the boss stays at home.

When the door is closed, small wooden boards are stuck into the chute and sealed.

When he walked in front of him, an old man in his sixties was dozing off in a white 'heel tendon'.

Although there is an old-fashioned 'bat' brand floor fan next to it, it is reluctant to open it, and it is estimated that it is distressing about the electricity bill.

It's just that I fanned it with a pu fan.

Zhang Chengdao tapped lightly on the wooden countertop:

"Boss, do you have a soda?"

The old man opened his sleepy eyes, rubbed them and yawned:

"Yes, orange soda, five points!"

"Does Jianlibao have it?"

The boss immediately got up in spirit, yo, Jianlibao!

This kind of drink is not easy to sell, especially in a small place like Wangjiang, and few people are willing to pay for such an expensive soda.

Big business!

"Yes! Yes! ”

The old man hurriedly stood up, walked to a shady place, and lifted the thick quilt, revealing a tightly wrapped small wooden box.

Almost all of the hands that are fast can see the afterimage, and quickly took out two bottles of Jianlibao, for fear that the cool air would run away.

"Four pieces and five cents!"

It's expensive, but it's okay.

Zhang Chengdao gave the money, Jianlibao was actually not cold, Zhang Xiao secretly lit it with his wand, and the white frost immediately extended from the surface of the can.

Pulled away and took a sip and couldn't help but burp.

It's also strange that it's delicious, and it feels better than drinking it later.

Zhang Chengdao has already talked to the boss:

"I see there are very few people here, boss, do you still have business here?"

Maybe it was because he had just sold two bottles of 'sky-high' drinks that made the boss very happy, and he was happy to chat with Zhang Chengdao.

Wen Yan sighed:

"Who says it's not, if you want to say that our place used to be a lot of people, but lately, don't you always say that it is haunted and haunted, and a few people die, and many people are scared away.

My business is also deserted, and it takes half a day to come alone.

If I put it before, I can sell a pack of toffee! ”

Zhang Chengdao asked in surprise:

"Haunted? How many died? So powerful, why don't you run? ”

The boss looked around for a moment to make sure that there was no one around, then he stretched out his head and whispered:

"I'm not afraid, because I haven't done anything wrong, and I'm not afraid of ghosts knocking on the door!

It's not like them—sorry! ”

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1. Commuter pass 2. Recommended ticket

It's not to write a more vulgar story, but to bring a little setting out.

Note 1: There is a prototype

(End of chapter)