Chapter 204

But out of the corner of her eye, she could see several hair-black threads hanging down the beams of the room, weaving into a strange special 'hammock'.

The child, who is usually silent and silent, is sitting on this 'hammock' woven with the power of a powerful ghost, and a pair of small feet hang down in the air, like swinging, swaying in mid-air.

Since this child entered the Demon Suppression Division after controlling ghosts, she has almost never spoken to other people, but her sense is extremely keen—Zhao Fusheng spread out the dossier for a moment, his eyes moved, and a dark and inexplicable color flashed in his eyes.

Previously, she planned to go to Fengmen Village, and Pang Zhixian spent much longer with her than Kuai Manzhou, but Pang Zhixian didn't realize her thoughts, but the little girl preemptively noticed her thoughts.

Pang Zhi County mentioned that there was a ghost case in Fengmen Village 43 years ago.

Zhao Fusheng thought that her self-control ability was extraordinary, and when she heard about this year, her heart fluctuated, but she didn't show anything unusual - at least Lao Zhixian didn't notice it, and Kuai Manzhou knew it.

She thought about it for a while, and simply asked the little girl directly:

"How do you tell?"

The child swung his legs twice, and used this force to drive his body to shake back and forth in mid-air:

"Guess."

"Guess?!"

Zhao Fusheng was stunned for a moment when he heard this answer, and then couldn't help but chuckle:

"It turned out to be intuition."

She has a complex mind, and she is good at dealing with people who are also deep-minded, and the hidden eyes in ordinary people's hearts can almost be seen through by her at a glance, and she tries her best to omit them.

At this time, she asked the little girl directly, but she didn't expect that the child's mind was simple, and it was not as complicated as she thought.

"Fusheng, what happened 43 years ago?"

After answering her words, Kuai Manzhou did not put his mind on miscellaneous matters, but directly asked about 43 years ago.

She was full of curiosity about Zhao Fusheng.

At this time, when she was swinging on the swing and asked her about the past, the little girl who was a ghost master finally showed a little childlike nature.

Zhao Fusheng smiled and said:

"I think it's a fun time."

She is not a perfunctory person, since she has already mentioned this topic with Kuai Manzhou, she has thought about it in her mind for a while.

Since her rebirth, all kinds of things related to the Han Dynasty forty years ago have been arranged in her brain, arranged in strips that seem to be unrelated, but they seem to be inextricably linked to each other.

"When?"

Kuai Manzhou grabbed the ghost silk on both sides with both hands, a pair of small bare feet and ankles were entangled, his body swayed, and he turned his head and asked Zhao Fusheng.

"Where to start?" Zhao Fusheng pondered for a moment:

"Let's start with the ghost case of the Liu clan ancestral hall in the south of Wan'an County forty years ago."

The little girl is now a member of the Demon Division of Wan'an County, and she has controlled the two ghosts above the disaster level, and Zhao Fusheng will also plan her in the two major ghost incidents of the Confucius Temple in the future.

After sorting out her thoughts at this time, she said:

"Forty years ago, Liu Huacheng in the south of the city—"

She started from Liu Huacheng's resurrection after Liu Huacheng killed a prisoner when he was in Beijing, and mentioned that Liu Huacheng was demoted and returned to his hometown, and many years later, the headless ghost was revived.

"And forty-one years ago, there was a man named Wu Datong in Dogtou Village, Wan'an County—"

The ghost case of Kotou Village also came out of Zhao Fusheng's mouth, and after she finished speaking, she added:

"Shaochun is a survivor of the ghost case in Kotou Village."

The child shook twice and nodded.

Her long hair flew in mid-air, like seaweed flying wantonly in the sea, and the ends of her hair drew a long, pitch-black afterimage, enveloping her pale little face.

"It's all about paper figures." Kuai Manzhou said this, and was a little puzzled:

"But Fusheng, you mentioned the case 40 years ago, and you also said the case 41 years ago, what does this have to do with the case 43 years ago?"

Kuai Manzhou's reflexes are sharp.

She seems to be a natural talent for handling ghost cases, and she can capture key information from Zhao Fusheng's words.

Zhao Fusheng laughed:

"Have you seen Meng Po?"

"Hmm."

The little girl nodded, and continued:

"What happened to her 43 years ago?"

"43 years ago, her daughter Shen Yishu disappeared." Zhao Fusheng replied.

Kuai Manzhou, who was swinging in mid-air, was stunned.

Perhaps because she lost her mother at a young age, she seems to be particularly concerned about this kind of relationship between mother and daughter.

The child lost the pleasure of swinging, and she suddenly jumped down—her small body paused in mid-air like a lithe butterfly for a moment, and then the figure disappeared into a blood-colored afterimage.

When he reappeared, he was already standing in front of Zhao Fusheng.

The ghost net in mid-air spread out, and in a moment, it turned into invisibility and disappeared without a trace.

"Where's her daughter?" She grabbed the hem of Zhao Fusheng's clothes and raised her head and asked.

"I guess I was kidnapped." Zhao Fusheng replied to her.

"Is it a paper man?" Kuai Manzhou asked.

Zhao Fusheng moved his elbow away and looked down at her.

Since the tragedy in Kuailiang Village, Kuai Manzhou seems to have lost interest and curiosity in everything around him.

She never talks to other people in the Demon Suppression Division, nor does she play with people, she just stays by her side, many times she hides in the shadows, plays with herself, and often doesn't say a word to anyone all day.

At this time, she showed rare curiosity, why is this?

Zhao Fusheng's mind was racing rapidly, speculating about the reason for Kuai Manzhou's transformation, and wondering if it was because of the disappearance of Meng Po's daughter.

"I don't know about that." Zhao Fusheng was thinking about things in his heart, but he said:

"However, from Meng Po's account, I suspect that there is such a possibility, after all, the ghost case of the Liu family's ancestral hall is related to him, it is already very certain." When she said this, her eyes met with Kuai Manzhou:

"The ghost nail that nailed your mother that day was stolen from the Liu clan ancestral hall by using Wu Datong's special son."

"My mother has become a ghost—" Horizontal black lines suddenly appeared on Kuai Manzhou's pale little face.

The black lines grew larger and wider, spreading all around her cheeks, and soon covered her cheeks, chin, and lengthwise down, down the child's neck and limbs.

The sunlight outside the house began to be blocked, and the atmosphere inside the wing room suddenly decreased.

At some point, thin black silk threads began to flutter above the side room, like falling spider silk - "Does it have anything to do with him?" ”

Kuai Manzhou asked faintly.

"I don't know if he interfered in your mother's life or not." Zhao Fusheng felt a lot of pressure coming.

Ghost lines began to float around the roof beams, and the bloody atmosphere gradually thickened.

The aura of evil turned into substance, turning into an invisible pressure that enveloped her.

Zhao Fusheng's expression was cold, and his vigilance was raised to the extreme, and at the same time, he was concentrating on two things, once Kuai Manzhou made a move, she immediately summoned the door god to counteract the child.

"But no one can say the probability of the resurrection of the ghost, as long as the paper man Zhang can still speak and think, he can't be called a ghost, he doesn't have the ability to reach the sky, and he can make your mother become a ghost after she dies."

She stared at the child coldly, and her expression gradually became stern:

"And no matter how strong a person's strength is, it is difficult to fight with the environment." Zhao Fusheng increased the volume and reminded Kuai Manzhou:

"External factors can only influence the process, not the outcome. You have to be clear that it is the villagers of Kuailiang Village who have implemented the family law! ”

Zhao Fusheng's expression was serious:

"Although we control ghosts, we are human beings after all, we have joys, sorrows, and sorrows, and when it comes to our relatives, we will naturally be angry, but don't be drawn by anger and lose our minds, otherwise what's the difference between them and ghosts who only know how to kill?"

After she finished speaking, she rebuked:

"Put away your ghost power, you are in the Demon Suppression Division, take my money and listen to me, your duty is to handle ghost cases, not to act willfully, and lose your temper when you hear something unhappy!"

The average child has a tantrum of crying and screaming at most, while a tantrum of Kuai Manzhou can lead to incalculable consequences.

"I talk to you well now, it is to give you dignity and respect, if you have poor quality, I will use low-quality means to 'communicate' with you."

As soon as Zhao Fusheng's warning words were finished, Kuai Manzhou was stunned for a moment, and then flattened his mouth, as if he was about to cry.

She suddenly took out a small square towel out of nowhere and wiped the corners of her eyes:

"Fusheng, why are you so fierce?!"

Having said that, the tense low air pressure in the room was broken in an instant.

The ghost lines scattered on the beam disappeared, and the bloody aura that had gradually become thick began to dissipate.

The shadows under the eaves dispersed, and the bright sunlight fell again.

Zhao Fusheng quietly looked at the little girl who took a handkerchief and covered her face and cried, smiled after a while, put the sheepskin file under her armpit, and freed up two hands to pull the child's hand away.

The child's eyes were not red and swollen, there were no tears on his face, and the pale face was covered with black lines, with a strange feeling.

She grabbed Kuai Manzhou's face and pulled it to both sides:

"Fake crying!"

The child's face, who was still pretending to cry before, quickly became gloomy, and suddenly slapped her hand away, and a look of vigilance appeared in her eyes, and she screamed:

"Leave me alone!"

"I'm in charge!" Zhao Fusheng was not frightened by her, the volume increased, and the child's voice was suppressed:

"I don't care about you, who cares about you?"

As soon as her voice fell, the little girl who was like a vicious little beast before was instantly stunned.

yes, who else cares about her now?

Kuai Manzhou's face became even whiter, she looked up at Zhao Fusheng in a daze, and a mist gradually appeared in her eyes.

The black lines covering her cheeks gradually faded, and she suddenly reached out and hugged Zhao Fusheng's legs tightly:

"Fusheng."

She let out a small shout.

Zhao Fusheng felt that the place where her cheek was against her thigh quickly wet, and the child was really crying now.

"......" Zhao Fusheng quietly let her hold her for a long time, Kuai Manzhou buried his face in front of her legs, and after a long time, she gradually calmed down.

When Zhao Fusheng was about to say something, she suddenly said in a muffled voice:

"Didn't send me any money."

"What?!" Zhao Fusheng's eyebrows jumped, and he raised his head.

The black lines on her face had disappeared completely at this time, and her eye circles and the tip of her nose were a little red:

"Fusheng, you haven't sent me money, it's been more than a month, and you haven't paid for it."

“……”

……

When the two were talking, there was a sudden sound of footsteps outside, and Fan Bidie's somewhat uneasy voice sounded outside:

"My lord—"

"Come in."

Zhao Fusheng breathed a sigh of relief and shouted.

Fan Bi died and then entered the house, and Zheng He also tiptoed behind him.

When the two of them came in, they felt that something was wrong, and they shrunk their heads and stood to the side.

When he was out before, a handyman reported that he heard Kuai Manzhou screaming in the archive room, and Fan Bi was worried that Zhao Fusheng had a conflict with the little girl.

These two people are extraordinary ghost handlers, if they really let go of their hands and feet to fight, the Demon Suppression Division is not enough for these two ancestors to toss.

Fan Bid's scalp was numb, and he came with courage.

He was afraid that something would happen, so he temporarily pulled Zheng He, a ghost rider, along.

Fortunately, after coming in, the two of them seemed to have calmed down, one big and one small standing together, Kuai Manzhou's eyes were a little red, like, as if they had cried......

"Kuai...... Make her ......"

Fan Bidan hesitated and asked, and Zhao Fusheng said with some joy:

"You came just in time, it's been some time since we came to our Demon Suppression Division for a full week, and she hasn't issued a fortune yet!"

“？？？” Fan Bidie and Zheng He looked suspicious.

They guessed many reasons for the conflict between the two, but they didn't expect Zhao Fusheng to mention this.

"She is begging for a salary, you quickly take her away, see how much the previous envoy has paid, and make up for her."

Zhao Fusheng waved his hand with a little headache.

Fan Bidan looked puzzled, but he also suddenly realized that Kuai Manzhou had indeed not received Yulu.

According to the rules of the Demon Suppression Division in the past, the Ling Division and the Order Envoy had monthly silver, and compared with the income of the imperial court officials, the income of the people in the Demon Suppression Division was much higher.

But whether it is the Ling Si or the Ling Envoy, they are all hard-working workers, they have the means to make money, and it is impossible to really live on the monthly salary of the Demon Suppression Division.

However, after Zhao Fusheng took over the Demon Suppression Division, he changed the previous style of ordering the division to collect money, and naturally the people below her would follow suit.

Fan Bidie thought a little entangled: Is it really only according to the rules to distribute Kuaiman Zhou Yulu? Wouldn't this be too disrespectful to an 'adult' who has mastered a disaster-level ghost?

He was full of apprehension, and pulled Kuai Manzhou, who had become obedient after losing his temper, and left.

Zheng He also wanted to slip away.

He was forcibly dragged by Fan Bisheng to 'persuade him'.

To be honest, whether it is Kuai Manzhou or Zhao Fusheng, these two people are hard stubble, and he can't afford to mess with them.

Zheng He began to reflect on himself, whether it was because he was too high-profile in the past, causing Fan Bidie to feel that he could do such a 'peacemaker'.

It seems that you should keep a low profile in the future, as the saying goes, the head is rotten first, and you can't be so publicized in the future.

He was about to quietly follow Fan Bidin to escape, but before he could take a step, he was called by Zhao Fusheng:

"Zheng He, don't go."

Zheng He's whole person was suddenly frozen in place.

"Your Excellency." He turned away with a sad face, and because of his annoyance, a large brown speck of money appeared on his face, which resembled the face of his ghost, and he looked gloomy.

"I've had something to leave the Demon Suppression Division in the past two days, but I have something for you to do."

When Zheng He heard that it was not a scolding, his expression suddenly perked: "Your Excellency, just order——"

After speaking, he stroked his chest with some trepidation.

He was worried that Zhao Fusheng wanted him to handle the ghost case, but he didn't expect that after sealing his own ghost, the job would come so soon-

While Zheng He was thinking nonsense, Zhao Fusheng said:

"It has nothing to do with the ghost case, Pang Qing discussed something with me."

She gave a general idea of Pang Qing's proposal that someone needed to lead a team to Yizhou to buy timber, and then said:

"I want you to take Gu Jiansheng with you and go to Yizhou together."

As soon as Zhao Fusheng finished speaking, Zheng He breathed a sigh of relief visibly, and the ghost spots on his face disappeared a lot.

He swept away the previous gloom, and the whole person looked a little excited:

"Don't worry, my lord, this matter has been handed over to me, and I will definitely handle it properly for my lord."

Zheng He clenched his fist with one hand and wrapped his palm with the other, and rubbed it several times.

"Don't tell you the truth, before I didn't control ghosts, I was originally a businessman, and I caused this ghost disaster in the first place, and it was also because of a mistake-" He said happily:

"Now it's a return to the old business."

If you don't have a ghost case, it would be great for Zheng He.

As long as he doesn't deal with ghosts, he will have a later chance of reviving ghosts, and he will survive for more time than expected.

Running a merchant is an unpopular job for Pang Qing and others, but for Zheng He, it is just a return to his original business.

Besides, he is now a ghost, and no one dares to disrespect him wherever he goes.

He took this errand beautifully, and under the dispatch of Zhao Fusheng, he hurriedly went out to discuss with Pang Qing.

After sending everyone away, Zhao Fusheng finally breathed a sigh of relief and had time to sit down and take a good look at the three volumes of the Han Dynasty in 203.

She returned to the table, pulled out a chair and sat down, slowly spreading the file.

Zhao Fusheng was lucky, after the first volume she got was opened, it read:

In late November 203 of the Han Dynasty, Changtiao Town was ruled by Wan'an County. Closed Gate Village.

Zhao Fusheng's eyes lit up, and he picked up this volume of files and read it carefully.

“…… After receiving a report from Changtiao Town, there was a ghost domain ...... in the local Fengmen Village"

"I led eight envoys to Changtiao Town and entered the ghost realm......"

Zhao Fusheng's gaze moved downward, and the record appeared again, and it was already three days later.

"Three days later, Qi Daniu, a villager from Fengmen Village, came to the village chief's house to report the case, saying that his five-year-old daughter was wrong, and I was ...... with Chen Hao and Li Neng. (The names of several envoys were recorded) rushed to Qi's house, and when they arrived, they found that Qi Daniu's daughter was missing. ”

"When he left home to report the crime, he left his mother, wife and two other sons at home, and according to his eleven-year-old eldest son, Qi Daniu's daughter behaved strangely, and then disappeared in place."

According to the location pointed by Qi Daniu's eldest son, it was found that Qi Erniu's position before her disappearance left a small footprint. The footprints were very shallow, and when measured by hand, it was confirmed that the footprints were about 10 inches long. ”

Seeing this, Zhao Fusheng pondered for a moment.

It has been about half a year since she was reborn, and in addition to handling ghost cases, most of the other time is spent on understanding ghost cases and the customs, habits and some basic knowledge of the Han Dynasty at this time.

Combined with the memory of the original owner, after a simple conversion in her mind, she immediately realized that the size of the footprint was problematic.

One inch in the Han Dynasty was about 2.3 centimeters, and ten inches were about 23 centimeters long.

This size, if converted to shoe size, is about the same as a size 36 foot.

According to the dossier, Qi Daniu's daughter was only 5 years old at the time of the incident.

It is impossible for a five-year-old child's feet to be so big, and through this simple written record, Zhao Fusheng has already guessed that this Qi Erniu should have died at the hands of a powerful ghost.

Ghosts are ruthless, and killing people is purely out of the killing instinct of ghosts, so naturally it is impossible to have compassion for the weak.

Zhao Fusheng settled down, and then looked down:

Chen Hao knelt on the ground to inspect it, and rubbed it on rice paper, and found that the footprints were yellow, and there was a faint smell of blood.

Judging from the records in the dossier, the director of the Lingsi who had handled the ghost case of Fengmen Village was cautious and careful in his handling style, and recorded these details in the file, even after 43 years, Zhao Fusheng can still trace the original case process through the written record, as if the scene at that time can be imagined through the text.

Ahhhh