Yin Yang Lantern Man

Chapter 136: Leaving Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio
[The murderer of the recent mysterious murder case has not been caught yet, and the perpetrator is still at large. Citizens are requested to take safety measures, try not to go out alone, and stay in places with few people. ]

The morning sun was stained with dew, and cold wind was flowing through the windows of the shabby room.

That was the news being played on the radio of the uncle next door. Chen Ningan listened quietly. This was a small place for him to stay.

【In this regard, we invited the famous detective Mr. Zhou to ask him what he thinks. 】

The voice on the radio changed its tone. It should be Mr. Zhou who was speaking:
[This is definitely not a method that one person can pull off. More than ten people have gone missing in a short period of time, and the death toll has reached several. I can be sure that this is a premeditated, organized criminal gang! ]

[After my analysis, this group has a very high regard for those two words, even an obsession. This behavior can actually be replaced by a new word recently: faith.]

"Oh, this man is really old. I don't understand many of his words anymore."

The old man turned off the radio and began to water the flowers and plants on the balcony. Morning and evening are the best times for watering.

His figure seemed to be in his twilight years, and inside the open door, a faint word "God" was hidden.

"Young man, come out and eat."

After a while, the old man started shouting, directly in the direction of Chen Ningan.

"Please eat."

Chen Ning'an couldn't swallow the food, his stomach and intestines could hardly absorb it.

"No, I'll eat more."

The old man ate a head full of pickles and began to study a pirated printed book in his hand.

That book was Su Mei's work.

"It's good, but it's too short, and there are still many things that are not explained clearly."

The old man put down the book, took out his cell phone and started making a call.

"Xiao Fang, please help me find a book. It's best to have a complete version. If there is a similar one, that would be fine too."

This old man, who carries a cell phone and lives in this simple old town, is actually a hidden wealthy man.

This made Chen Ning'an, who was standing motionless at the window, think. He thought about it, took out paper and pen again, and started writing in the room.

【Buckwheat Monster】

There was an old man in Changshan County named An who loved farming. One autumn...

This is the content from Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio. Chen Ning'an began to write on the wall. One by one, the black words gradually covered the entire wall.

Each of these stories revealed information about ghosts and gods. After finishing writing, he left the room.

"check out."

Chen Ning'an said goodbye to the old man without mentioning anything about the deposit.

"Hey, what a weirdo."

The old man stood with his hands behind his back. Since he had checked out, he still had to go in and clean the room. He was old and had no children, so he wanted to find someone to liven up the atmosphere.

When he opened the door and saw the dense handwriting on the wall, he was shocked. An indescribable mystery was imprinted on the wall and entered his heart.

After that day, the old man became extremely strange. He gave up the retirement home where he had lived for several years and chose to return to the company to take charge.

Soon, a book called "Strange Stories about Gods and Ghosts" began to circulate quietly within Zhongcheng.

Inside the Ri'an General Office, Shi Qinghai slammed a copy of "The Strange and the Mummy" on the table!
"It's started again, it's started again? This kind of thing keeps happening despite repeated bans. This is a damn provocation!"

"That group is shaking the foundation of our Bell City. How brave they are!"

He was very angry, but after the anger came powerlessness.

There are no clues. All the events occur at random locations and times. The murderer cannot be seen, and no hair or belongings of the suspect can be found.

We also investigated the missing persons and the families of the deceased, but found no connection at all.
All the investigators from the special task force under Shi Qinghai were speechless and dared not speak.

Fang Long looked worried: "Because of this incident, many schools have started to dismiss students at 4 o'clock, just to reduce the probability of accidents."

"What did Ye An say?" At this time, an experienced investigator asked:
"In the past, when we couldn't find the murderer, they always took action to solve the problem. After all, we are two departments. Now there is a high probability that this matter is not something we can handle."

"There has been no response yet."

Shi Qinghai rubbed his scalp, feeling angry and tired.

"Those people have no sense of responsibility. We can't wait until they find their conscience. We must intensify the investigation!"

"Report, we just received another accident."

At this time, an operator arrived: "It's just different this time. The word [ghost] left at the scene has changed to [god]."

After these words were spoken, everyone's faces turned solemn.

“Are they starting to change?”

Everyone looked worried. Change would not be a good thing at all. It would only make things worse!
"Let's go to the scene right away. Everyone follow me. Fat Shadow and Red Horse stay behind."

Shi Qinghai led the way and the group arrived at the scene.

This is an old and run-down community with many dilapidated buildings.

At this time, there was a pungent smell under a building, and everyone felt that a completely different method was discovered at the scene.

"The deceased was a newly-moved idler who lost his job after graduation."

The people at the scene were making investigative reports. He followed Shi Qinghai and said:
"We found that the murderer's modus operandi was different from that of previous incidents, and the university student's head did not fall off."

They pushed open the door and saw many staff members walking around at the scene. The most conspicuous one among them was the corpse in the middle.

He knelt in front of the huge word "God" on the wall, buried his head deeply in the ground and lost his breath.

"How did you die?"

Shi Qinghai did not see the wound, and the writing on the wall was also strange, and there was no longer a pungent smell of blood.

"This is a kind of paint. It smells better."

The personnel at the scene told him: "The deceased died of an overdose of hallucinogenic drugs, but his behavior was very strange. Is this [God] some big shot?"

In the new Qin's cognition, this kind of kneeling ceremony is only performed when facing important figures and elders.

"It seems you don't read that book."

Shi Qinghai said something incoherent that the staff could not understand. He stroked the handwriting with his fingers, which was full of gaps.

The material is extremely low quality.

"This kind of paint is very special. It doesn't look like it can be sold on the market. Go investigate."

Compared to the modus operandi of the character [ghost], the character [god] is not so clueless.

"Captain, I think this is not one group of people, but two groups."

Based on his years of experience, Fang Long said, "I think the murderer might be a copycat murder."

"No, you're wrong."

Shi Qinghai said, "There are two words in that book. The word 'ghost' has already appeared. It's normal for the word 'god' to appear next. Ask Feiying and the others to investigate the information of the deceased."

Fang Long nodded, and soon the deceased's information was retrieved.

"The deceased is Hu Xing, a native of Zhongcheng. She had a bad temper since she was a child. It is said that she had come to our Ri'an several times because of beating her parents, and she has a lot of criminal records."

"According to his parents, he couldn't find a job after graduation and stayed at home to rely on his parents. Then a few days ago, he had a big fight and took some money from the family and left."

"And that money was his grandfather's medical expenses. Now the old man has been cremated in the crematorium."

At this point, Fang Long sighed deeply: "This child is too evil. He has no idea what is right and wrong after studying."

"Well, then this word [God] can explain more."

Shi Qinghai sighed, with a gleam in his eyes.

After that, there was a case involving a "god" or a "ghost" almost every day, and the methods of committing the crime were completely different.

They maintained a fixed frequency, but no matter which word it was, they had no way to say good day.

Shi Qinghai's hair has turned a lot whiter, but he still can't find any clues to the mission, and he can't find the source of the fragrant paint either.

It was not until half a month later that a pale young man came to Ri'an to find them.

"Hello, I'm from Ye An. I was sent here to help you solve the case."

He seemed quite polite, but the brutality in his eyes could not be suppressed, which made Fang Long's spine tense.

This person is not normal.

His years of experience would confirm it at a glance, but there was obviously a reason why the higher-ups asked him to investigate.

"Are you alone?"

An investigator sneered: "I don't know what the higher-ups were thinking. They sent you here to gild the lily."

It has been made clear that people with connections can always get good positions. If you join their team like now, you won't have to contribute at all, and most of the credit will be taken away after the case is solved.

He didn't want credit, he just couldn't stand the actions of the new Qin royal family.

In response to his words, Ye An's men sneered, picked up the folder on the table and smashed it hard on him.

"Don't lump me in with those idiots. I'm a man who goes through life and death every day. I'm fundamentally different from you guys who take it easy."

He said directly to Shi Qinghai: "The next incident will happen in Xicheng District, you should send people to make arrangements in advance."

"what?"

Shi Qinghai was surprised, "How did you know?"

"Don't worry about how I know this. My time is precious. Since you called me here, I have to solve the case quickly."

He held something in his arms and glanced at everyone with resentful eyes.

That was hatred. Fang Long didn't know why the investigator sent to assist them hated them, and he couldn't help but wonder in his heart.

Xicheng District?
Xicheng District.

The West District of Zhongcheng is generally backward, one reason being that it is developing slowly, and the other being that there are a large number of cemeteries built there.

Such as Linhai Cemetery, Gaolan Fudi, etc. are relatively famous cemeteries.

This incident was predicted in advance by a special person named Liu Ran.

This is Xihua Liushui Cemetery. It is not very popular, but the environment is relatively good.

The roads were clean and tidy, the tombstones were wiped clean, there were green lawns everywhere, and apple trees were planted here and there.

There are fresh sacrificial flowers and weeping white roses in front of the tombstone, showing the thoughts of the people who come here.

"How did he know?"

The investigator next to Fang Long couldn't help but say, "It feels like they're playing a trick on us."

They had first-hand information but couldn't decipher it, but this newcomer Liu Ran knew it?
"Don't ask if we shouldn't ask."

Fang Long warned him: "You probably haven't seen how these people handle cases. I can only say that they are not on the same path as us."

"Aren't we on the same road?"

The investigator wanted to ask more questions when Liu Ran spoke up from the front: "Everyone, leave the scene immediately after setting up surveillance. Don't get close!"

As soon as the words were spoken, everyone sped up and left.

Coming and going, it seems like nothing has changed.

Liu Ran opened his eyes slightly, and with his hands in his pockets, he felt disgusted by these tombstones.

"Rich people can actually have a place of their own after they die."

"Why can you lie down peacefully, but I don't even have the qualifications to hope for it?"

He turned away, waiting for the crime to begin.

At this moment, they didn't know that a figure was drinking tea on a chair outside the cemetery.

Chen Ning'an turned off the Qi-gazing technique and his hand holding the milk tea was shaking.

"This time, Ye An actually has a senior pioneer who is qualified to lead the way."

He saw that the gas was mixed with a little dark blue.

In addition, there were three people with expressionless faces sitting in a car on the other side.

It was pitch black. The three men had been there for a while, their eyes fixed on the passers-by as if they were looking for targets.

"Just him."

One pointed at a man entering the cemetery, holding a bouquet of fresh white roses.

They are sold on the street outside the cemetery. The cheapest ones are only one cent a piece, while the most expensive ones cost fifty cents.

This bouquet of white roses is crystal clear and extremely fresh, obviously the most expensive kind.

"Just him."

The other two confirmed it, and then the three said in unison: "For the [truth]."

As soon as he finished speaking, the person in the back seat took action and quickly entered the cemetery, passing the man.

The man only felt the impact and did not notice that a strand of his hair had been pulled out.

The man returned to the car and drove away.

Chen Ning'an had been keeping an eye on them. When he saw them leave, he was not surprised at all, but continued to wait.

He was motionless, his body no longer breathing.

In the cemetery, a man came to a tombstone, which was that of his dead lover.

"I'm here to see you again, Xiaoyi."

He gently put down the white rose: "It is your favorite flower again, and it represents pure love just like its flower language."

He kept his promise and never married for the sake of the girl who is now sleeping.

"Xiaoyi, I miss you so much. I envy all the couples in the world who finally get married. Maybe you are the white rose, and I am more suitable for the black rose."

He rubbed his eyes and felt a little dizzy today.

Do you have a cold?

The man didn't care at first and continued to tell some interesting stories to share with the deceased.

In a room not far from here, Shi Qinghai and others were looking at the display screen. Liu Ran was almost certain: "It's him. You guys watch him more."

Whether it is a human or a ghost will soon be revealed.

"He talks a lot."

An investigator frowned. "Sacrificing your own happiness for a dead person? That's stupid."

"Yeah, I feel stupid too."

Liu Ran stared at the man, and the chat-like voice gradually faded away.

Then, the man slowly lowered his body, and something was starting to go wrong.

"Oh no, it's already started."

Liu Ran walked out of the room quickly: "I'll go first, you guys catch up later."

At this time, the man felt his eyelids becoming heavier and his consciousness began to become confused.

He bit off his finger in front of the tombstone as if he was dumb, and then carved on the tombstone. Blood kept flowing, and the wound damaged the surface and was in close contact with the tombstone, leaving traces

The man seemed to wake up for a moment in a trance, and the bloody word "ghost" appeared in front of him!

Before he could cry out for help in fear, his neck suddenly began to rise.

"Click..."

There was the sound of bone fascia being torn, his neck kept being pulled upwards, and finally it suddenly broke with a "snap".

His body fell and his head screamed in terror.

"It's still too late."

Liu Ran quickly lit the red candle. He was the lantern bearer, the lantern bearer who worked with Ye An.

In the light, there was nothing here, that thing had left.

No… not yet.

He approached the man with the lamp in hand and saw clear fingerprints on his head.

It was as if someone had lifted him up by hand.

"curse."

Liu Ran's face looked grim. There was no doubt that it was ghosts causing trouble. The word was written correctly.

"What happened? Someone...someone died?"

Shi Qinghai and others ran over and saw only blood-stained roses.

"How did he die! Why didn't you take action earlier?"

Shi Qinghai asked angrily, but Liu Ran was already annoyed enough at this time.

He grabbed Shi Qinghai's neck with one hand, his strength was so great that the latter could only be lifted up by him, kicking and struggling in the air, his face flushed.

"He was going to die anyway."

Liu Ran let go of his hand when he was about to suffocate, and said in a cold tone: "You don't need to interfere in this matter, leave it to us Ye An."

He took out his hand to send a message, and confirmed that it was a lantern creature, so there was no need for anyone to say hello.

"What nonsense are you talking about? What do you mean we won't interfere?"

Shi Qinghai's anger did not last long, because a gunshot was heard and the bullet flew past his ear.

"Don't talk nonsense. I hate you normal people. Next time I will make your head explode. Do you believe it?"

He turned and left: "Clean up the scene, and then go home. The higher-ups won't let you continue."

He left the cemetery, but stopped at the door and looked at the person sitting on the chair a few more times.

Chen Ning'an smiled at him with a playful look in his eyes.

As soon as he got involved with Ye An, that bad habit came out.

Liu Ran took another look and left quickly. Chen Ningan did not chase him but followed the black air and found the car.

There is no such thing as suspense just for the sake of creating suspense in this world.

They must have a purpose for doing this, and it is a purpose he doesn't know yet.

The three people in the car were not in the car. Chen Ning'an turned on the Qi-viewing technique and saw black air rolling in a house.

This kind of qi-gazing technique was so convenient and effective that he couldn't help but wonder whether the Wishing Hand was really willing to leave and be buried in the lantern world along with the Jinhai Building.

He had a feeling that they would meet again.

The room with the dark air must be the three mysterious men. He lowered his head on the chair, and his spirit had already left his body as he went up the corridor to check their background.

(End of this chapter)