Feng Yun's words naturally aroused Kong Jie's curiosity.

What will the polls do next, and what exactly will happen to the case.

Therefore, Kong Jie didn't think about it, so he quickly agreed, and followed Feng Yun towards the Zhang family's mansion gradually.

The villagers gathered not far away have not figured out what is going on until now.

Looking at the gradual disappearance of the people, the villagers still looked at each other on the same ground.

The smoker was still standing by the river, smoking a dry cigarette, and in the swirling smoke, the smoker had been staring at the Fengyun people who had gradually disappeared into the village with a puzzled look.

"Poll Bureau ......"

He also repeated these three words in a voice that only he could hear, and his expression was also a little intriguing.

……

When Kong Jie followed Feng Yun to the Zhang family's mansion again, he soon saw the three figures reflected in the window, busy back and forth in the house.

Pushing open the door and entering the house, you will see a large table, mainly with a hot pot in the center, or the most classic kind of mandarin duck pot.

The only thing that is a little special is that at this moment, Ma Ling'er is lying on the table, carefully holding a brush dipped in cinnabar, and constantly drawing patterns on this pot.

While drawing, Ma Ling'er's mouth was still vibrant.

"Dry three times, Kun six breaks, Zhen Yang Yu, Gen covered bowl, away from the void, full in the can, the top is missing, and Xun is broken."

What Ma Ling'er said was the gossip mantra that Feng Yun had taught before.

Relying on this formula, Ma Ling'er quickly drew eight lines in the eight directions on the hot pot.

The eight pillars represent Tianqian, Dikun, Huoli, Shuikan, Shangen, Thunder, Fengxun, and Zedui.

This process is an indispensable step in making a yin-yang pot.

There has always been a saying in the mountain city area that on the day of the Halloween Festival on July 15, if you see a very lively and overcrowded hot pot restaurant, don't set foot easily.

It is said that the food in these shops is yin and yang pot, and many people want to meet their deceased relatives on this day.

Therefore, it is impossible to say which of the two people sitting opposite each other is a human and a ghost.

But that was a long time ago, and now more people just think of it as a legend or an after-dinner joke.

However, in some remote places, there is still a bad custom of ghost marriage.

And this yin and yang pot is the wedding banquet of the underworld marriage......

Ma Ling'er breathed a deep sigh of relief after completing the last stroke, and then put the brush aside.

"Bride, the yin and yang pot has been prepared, how are you preparing over there?"

Soon there was the sound of the fat man's footsteps in the room, and there was a voice of complaining:

"Don't shout, I'm a big man, and I'm actually a bride, it's not shameful enough."

While talking, the fat man walked out of the room, holding a piece of rune paper in his hand, and the yellow rune paper was densely packed with special patterns that he couldn't understand at all.

Yan Qilin quickly walked out of the other room and poured half of the red oil and half of the white soup into the mandarin duck pot respectively.

The red oil and white soup are just ordinary hot pot bases, and the special thing about the yin and yang pot is that the charms and the gossip patterns on the pot, in addition, everything else is an ordinary hot pot ingredient.

However, due to the tight schedule, everyone did not have time to prepare the food for the shabu-shabu.

Anyway, it's not for eating, and it doesn't affect what a few people are going to do next.

When the two of them helped to set up two chairs in front of and behind the table, all the preparations were completed.

However, it is worth noting that the place where this table can be placed is the beam above the head that hangs Zhang Dong.

The fat man's heart was full of diaphragm, and he simply wiped off the ashes on his eyelids.

However, Ma Ling'er and Yan Qilin can still see Zhang Dong who keeps repeating the hanging process, and this scene makes both of them have an indescribable sense of awkwardness.

The fat man soon sat down on the throne, but at the moment he was still a little unsure:

"Anyway, is this really useful, the wedding is just to draw out the river god, and it's not really a marriage, the yin and yang buckle will work?"

When Ma Ling'er heard this, she suddenly couldn't help but laugh a little:

"You think it's fake, but the marriage book has been burned to worship the sky, and the marriage between the two of you is a witness of heaven and earth.

So strictly speaking, you and the river god are husband and wife.

Implicate the two of you in the form of yin and yang buckles, and you set taboos during this period.

In this way, as long as the river god violates the taboo, you can have sense, and we should prepare early so that we will not be passive.

At the same time, with the yin and yang buckle fastened, no matter how far apart the two of you are, you can clearly perceive the location of the river god.

This also makes it easier for us to find him again, and there is no harm in doing it. ”

When the fat man heard this, his eyes suddenly widened:

"Isn't it, I'm such a yellow flower, and I'm going to carry a marriage contract in the future? Or with an old man? ”

"Don't worry......"

Yan Qilin patted the fat man's shoulder and said comfortingly:

"When the matter is over, we will help you dissolve the marriage."

"But although it is dissolved, strictly speaking, from the perspective of heaven and earth witness, you are divorced, hahaha."

Ma Ling'er's words completely made the fat man want to cry without tears:

"In order to solve the case, am I easy?

If I were to find out the ins and outs of this case and catch the culprit, I would have to break it into pieces before I could solve the hatred in my heart! ”

The fat man gritted his teeth and said, but what should be done still has to be done.

I saw that the fat man quickly put the drawn spell into the white soup pot, and then picked up a pair of chopsticks and dipped them in the red soup and put them in his mouth.

"Yin and yang are connected, don't invite the heavens and the earth, the mandarin duck pot hides yin and yang, and the white soup pot contains mandarin ducks ......"

When the words fell, the fat man dipped his chopsticks in the white soup pot again and put them in his mouth.

In an instant, the fat man trembled.

Seeing this scene, Ma Ling'er hurriedly picked up another pair of chopsticks and a bowl of water and put them on the table opposite the fat man.

Under the gaze of several people, Ma Ling'er inserted the pair of chopsticks into the bowl, and when he slowly let go of his hand, the pair of chopsticks stood upright in the water.

"Tick ......"

The fat man dripped a drop of blood into the water, only to see that after the blood entered the water, it quickly dispersed, and it looked like a web made of red silk threads.

In the dark, the fat man also felt that his heart suddenly had an inexplicable feeling.

"It's done!"

The whole ceremony didn't last long, and the fat man quickly opened his eyes, looked at Yan Qilin and nodded:

"I feel the position of the river god, and I don't know why, but I have the feeling that the river god is in a very lively environment.

The direction should be on the other side of the Yongan River. ”

"What's the taboo in place?"

Facing Yan Qilin's serious inquiry, the fat man immediately replied:

"As long as the river god mentions anything about our polling bureau, I can know it immediately through the yin and yang buckles between each other."

"Great, so that we don't get caught up in the back.

The next step is to hurry up and finish the river festival ceremony and try to see if you can attract another ghost boat. ”

After deciding on the next move, the three of them hurriedly left the Zhang family's house.

It was said that Kong Jie, who was standing at the door, couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.

"Director Feng, is there really so much attention to in this mandarin duck pot?"

Kong Jie looked at Feng Yun in surprise and asked, and Feng Yun quickly nodded:

"That's right, but Director Kong doesn't need to worry.

The folk way of making yin and yang pots has long been lost, even if this culture is still preserved in a small number of places, it only has its form but no god, and no one in this world uses it except for the poll bureau. ”

Kong Jie was a little relieved, but he quickly asked again:

"If there has ever been such a thing among the people, why is it not known, and even people like us in the official family have never heard of it at all?"

Feng Yun smiled:

"Since ancient times, there has been a gap between the people and the government.

Moreover, our Great Yan Country has different winds and customs for ten miles, and the people in various places have their own exquisiteness, as well as some hidden cultures.

Now is the age of science, and there is often no way for these hidden cultures to be verified by science.

Over time, it becomes a legend or a folk anecdote.

There used to be sixteen folk factions in the folk rivers and lakes, such as the outer eight gates, the inner eight gates, and the yin eight gates, but you can't even find a word in history for this kind of thing.

History as we know it is written by the victors, and the purpose of writing history is often complicated.

So what you don't know doesn't mean it doesn't exist.

I'll give you the simplest example, who do you think is the most famous female general in history? ”

Facing Feng Yun's inquiry, Kong Jie thought for a moment before saying:

"Mulan?"

Feng Yun shook his head, then continued:

"The first female military commander in history, named Nuhao.

Shang King Wuding never forgot her, but before the discovery of more than 1,000 oracle bone inscriptions, almost none of the historical records recorded her.

Therefore, the history you think and the truth you think are written by people after all.

The same is true of folk culture, there are few documents, but they are passed on by word of mouth.

It's like the other side of the world, it's real, but it's not very visible.

When one culture has a great impact on another, the culture that can bring greater benefits will be vigorously developed, thus covering up the other culture. ”

Feng Yun's words were firmly remembered by Kong Jie.

Looking at the pensive Kong Jie, Feng Yun said calmly:

"Director Kong, let's go, let's go and see how my team members should investigate the case next."

The figures of Kong Jie and Feng Yun gradually disappeared at the end of the path, and only the mandarin duck pot still in the house was still proving what had just happened.

Almost everyone ignores Zhang Dong, the poor ghost who keeps repeating the suicide process.

His face was bitter, and his heart was even more bitter.

Why am I committing suicide here, can I be serious, the hot pot is all on the line?

……

At the same time, by the Yong'an River, the villagers had already returned to their homes with doubts, and almost every family was talking about this strange white affair.

Ever since the people from the polling bureau appeared in the village, all sorts of strange things have followed.

first did a big thing in the house of the bitter master who destroyed the door, but no villager saw who the bride and groom were?

I've never heard the buzz that it should be.

On the second day, before the villagers could accept it, the red thing turned into a white thing again.

The fat man who was still asking the villagers about this and that yesterday has actually become a black-and-white posthumous photo placed on the mourning hall.

An old man who has never seen before, going door to door to report the funeral.

The villagers kindly helped to see them off, but they didn't expect to see a strange boat by the river again.

The old man jumped on the boat and ran, and the coffin lid was kicked open immediately afterward, and the fat man, who everyone thought was dead, appeared alive in front of everyone again.

All the villagers were puzzled by these things, and some wanted to gather by the river to take a look, but they were quickly dispersed by the soldiers.

Therefore, the hearts of the villagers are so confused that it is almost late at night, and the lights are still on in every house.

At this time, the fat man and the others had come to the river again, and on the bamboo raft floating by the river, the coffin was still lying there quietly.

The soldiers did as the fat man had ordered, and soon a paper figure was delivered.

But when he brought the paper figure back, he happened to be seen by the reporters who had been guarding the defensive line.

"That officer and soldier is holding a paper figure?"

"What the hell is going on inside, is this paper man also needed to investigate the case?"

The reporters were puzzled by this, after all, the officers and soldiers and the paper figures themselves should not appear in the same frame, so the visual contrast brought by it is naturally very strong.

But even if they were curious, they couldn't get past the line of defense to see what was going on.

After getting the paper man, the fat man quickly wrote his birthday on a piece of yellow rune paper, and then stuffed it into the paper man's body.

In this way, it is equivalent to the paper man replacing the fat man, which is convenient for the final ceremony to be completed.

Under the gaze of Feng Yun and Kong Jie, the three fat men pushed the coffin into the river.

The coffin soon began to sink to the bottom of the river, and at the same time, a gust of wind broke off on the river.

The fat man standing on the shore looked curiously left and right, and the river was really filled with white mist again at this moment.

"Damn, it's been brought in.

Fat man, I am married and lying in a coffin, and now I have to sink to the bottom of the river, just to attract this bullshit ghost ship.

This time, even if his mother's king Lao Tzu comes, the fat man has to get on this ship! ”

In the gradually forming white mist, the figure of the ghost legend loomed again.

Seeing this scene, the fat man hurriedly got on the bamboo raft, and Feng Yun and Kong Jie also followed.

The fat man rowed a bamboo raft slowly into the white mist, approaching the ghost boat.

At this moment, everyone saw that the coffin, which was supposed to sink to the bottom of the water, slowly surfaced at this moment.

"Smack!"

With a loud noise, the coffin lid was pushed open from the inside.

Immediately after that, the paper figure that should have been soaked was extremely stiff and slowly sat up.

The ghost ships stopped next to the coffin, and then a rope appeared between them that was not supposed to exist.

The paper man stood up, as if under some control, and approached the ghost ship step by step, and then began to climb towards the ghost ship with the help of the rope.

Since the fat man had previously drawn eyebrows and eyes on the paper figure, and then pasted his own birth date, the paper figure was, in a sense, a real corpse.

In other words, if the coffin is not a paper figure, but really a corpse.

It will also be like now, acting autonomously and walking on the ghost ship.

Seeing this scene, the three of them widened their eyes, and Kong Jie, who was standing next to Feng Yun, subconsciously took a step back.

It's a paper man, but now it's acting on its own like a living person, and I'm afraid it will be difficult to accept who it is.

"The bodies that disappeared in the hospital are really related to this ghost ship."

"No wonder Xing Si checked and checked, but nothing was found.

The corpses in the morgue should have come to the Yong'an River by themselves like this, this is too evil. ”

The scene in front of him undoubtedly confirmed the previous guesses of the fat man.

Clues from all over the hospital indicate that the bodies have been moved, but who would have thought of this if they hadn't seen it with their own eyes?

The fat man sped up the movement of his hand, and said suspiciously:

"This dog's evil, what do you want these corpses to do, could it be that there is some kind of fetish for that thing?"

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and speed up, if we let the ghost ship slip again this time, we will toss in vain."

At Ma Ling'er's urging, the fat man quickly controlled the bamboo raft and approached the ghost boat.

This is the first time that several people have faced a ghost ship so closely, and it can be seen with the naked eye that the entire ghost ship is rusty and tattered.

At the same time, the closer they got to the ghost ship, the stronger the fishy smell became, which made several people retch.

Holding back this discomfort, the fat man grabbed the rope, and then took the lead in kicking the wall of the boat and climbing onto the ghost ship.

The rest of the people did the same, until only Feng Yun and Kong Jie were left on the bamboo raft, Feng Yun glanced back at Kong Jie:

"Director Kong, I'm not sure what will happen next.

So you'd better figure out whether you want to get on this boat with us, or wait on the shore? ”

Regarding Feng Yun's inquiry, Kong Jie looked at the three people standing on the ghost boat, then looked at Feng Yun, and then gritted his teeth and nodded.

"Get on board!"

He knows very well that if it weren't for the polling bureau, he probably wouldn't have suffered anything in his life.

Although his heart will also panic at this moment, curiosity obviously prevails.

At last, the men stepped on the ghost ship along the ropes, and the wooden deck creaked with every step of the way, as if it would break at any moment.

There was a thick layer of rust all over the splint and even moss.

At the same time, there was a foul smell lingering around, and staying here for an extra second was a great test for several people.

There were many broken holes in the boat gang, and it stands to reason that such a boat would never float on the water, but at this time, the ghost boat was unharmed along the river, gradually drifting towards the vast white mist.

The ship is not big, and it won't take too much time for the fat man to turn around.

When several people gathered together again, some doubts were revealed.

The boat looked as if it had been underwatering for years.

And in the whole ship, except for them, there was only the paper figure who stood in place in a daze after getting on the boat......

(End of chapter)