Temptation of love! Mr. Feng, Miss Chang has resigned

Wu Zhou stepped forward and asked, "What did the road surveillance find?"

The police officer's attitude was somewhat lax: "The surveillance camera didn't detect anything."

They didn't think much of it. What's the point of taking a living person's ashes and putting them on the bedside?

Wu Zhou warned them: "Given your attitude, I will file a complaint against you and have my lawyers take over the rest of the matter."

When the police heard that this guy was not easy to deal with and even brought in a lawyer, they immediately changed their attitude and said, "It's not that we don't check, but the camera is not high-definition. Even if we saw him going up the mountain, we couldn't see his face clearly."

"I want to see the surveillance." Wu Zhou said firmly.

The comrades took him to see the road surveillance video, and he took pictures with his mobile phone: "Since you don't want to take care of this matter, then we will investigate it ourselves."

"We didn't say we wouldn't investigate, it just takes time." The comrade quickly denied.

Wu Zhou didn't dwell on the matter anymore, but left the police station with Chang Yao.

After seeing their attitude towards work, Chang Yao no longer had any hope. If the two of them went to look for them, there would be a better chance.

Anyway, she couldn't make it in time for the Feng family banquet, so she would just look for it slowly and she would find it eventually.

Wu Zhou gripped his phone tightly and said, "We have a photo of this person. If we go door to door asking, someone should recognize him."

Chang Yao had seen how the people here united to face the outside world, and she was the 'outsider'.

"Special Assistant Wu, you're not familiar with the terrain here. We've asked each family one by one, but they won't tell us anything."

"Do you have any ideas?" Wu Zhou asked.

Chang Yao stopped a tricycle and they went to the deepest part of the village, where there was no one living around. After driving across a bridge, they saw a thatched house with a wall tied with red ropes and covered with talisman paper.

A woman wearing a navy blue robe, holding a wooden staff, and with waist-length black and white hair braided into small braids, walked out. The wooden staff was carved with mysterious patterns, making it look more like a scepter.

She dressed more like an ancient saint, or a fortune teller in today's terms. The village would ask her to take a look at all the weddings and funerals, and she was very respected in the village.

The woman came out and looked at her: "You lost something."

Wu Zhou blurted out subconsciously: "How do you know?"

Chang Yao didn't believe in ghosts and gods. The news of her mother's ashes being lost had probably spread throughout the village long ago, so it wasn't surprising that the witch knew about it.

She walked straight in and sat in the yard: "Let's not be polite. I'll ask you to do some rituals in the village and have a good chat with my mother. You won't lose any money."

The witch looked at her and said slowly, "I once told you that you would have a hard life in the first half of your life, but you will have a good life in the second half when you meet a good man. It's just that the process won't be smooth."

Chang Yao smiled. She thought that Wu Zhou drove a luxury car into the village, and the news spread, so the fortune teller knew about it.

Isn't it too arrogant to just use this information that everyone knows to cheat her?

Chang Yao looked at Wu Zhou: "My boyfriend is quite rich."

Wu Zhou was a little surprised, but quickly picked up her act: "Yeah, a little money."

The witch smiled and said, "His face shows that he won't be rich in this life, but he will be safe and secure. He is not your ideal man."

Wu Zhou was a little disappointed when he heard her words: "You really can calculate it."

Chang Yao stared at the witch and said coldly, "If there really is a God in this world, why do those who suffer continue to suffer?"

If she could see things so clearly, why didn't she stand up to help when the villagers drove her away? Wasn't it because she couldn't afford the money and didn't want to cause trouble?

The witch said calmly, "Everyone is born with a path to follow. We cannot interfere with it, and we cannot go against God's will."

Chang Yao stood up and asked, "Just tell me if you can do this."

"Your mother's ashes were lost because of you. I can eliminate the disaster for you." The witch said.

Chang Yao walked out, stopped at the door and said, "Let's follow the village rules. Once the work is done, the account will be settled when the person leaves."

Chang Yao led him forward. Wu Zhou was a little tired. "Chang Yao, I'll call a car over."

"Four-wheeled vehicles can't get in here, we have to find a three-wheeled vehicle." The luxury car he drove was of no use in the village.

At night, the witch came to her yard with a package on her back, spread out a simple table and laid out the things.

When a witch comes into the village, everyone in the village will rush over, fearing that ghosts and gods will sneak into their homes. It is safer to stay with the witch.

Wu Zhou was standing in the kitchen. It was the first time he saw the witch perform a ritual. It looked fake, yet very real.

He approached Chang Yao and asked quietly, "With this witch's method, will the person who stole your mother's ashes confess voluntarily?"

"The people in the village trust the witch very much. If she takes action, these people will not be able to escape." Chang Yao answered her.

The witch suddenly pointed the peach wood sword in her hand at the door, closed her eyes, and trembled all over: "Your soul should not stay here, go find your body."

Tang Yong squeezed into the crowd. He didn't expect that Chang Yao would find a fortune teller to calm the situation. It seemed that the missing ashes had nothing to do with her.

She walked around the crowd with the peach wood sword in her hand, then returned to her original position, muttering something.

She suddenly opened her eyes and shouted with all her might, "Tonight, your body must return to its original place, otherwise, there will be no peace in the village."

Tang Yong said angrily, "If someone takes the ashes out of the village, there's no way they wouldn't be seen. Now the ashes are in the village. Don't take them if you shouldn't. Taking anything will only hurt yourself. Put the ashes back in their place tonight, otherwise no one will have a peaceful life."

They looked at each other, wondering who had done such a wicked thing.

The witch chanted and began to gather her magic: "Return the things and ask me to eliminate the disaster, otherwise you will be haunted by ghosts within seven days."

The witch quickly put away her things, glanced at Chang Yao and left.

They left the yard one after another. Chang Yao locked the iron gate. Wu Zhou asked quietly, "Chang Yao, will your mother's ashes really be returned?"

"Young people might not believe it. We've done what we need to do, so let's leave the rest to fate."

I hope it was done by the older generation. They still have some bottom line. She still has time. If this trick doesn't work, she can try another one.

The next day, Chang Yao invited him to the town for breakfast. After eating, they went up the mountain to his mother's grave. The pit was still there, but the ashes had not been returned. It seemed that a young man did it, and the other party gave him a lot.

Wu Zhou saw that the urn still hadn't returned: "Chang Yao, what should we do?"

"Let's think of another way." Chang Yao took him down the mountain.

When they returned to the courtyard, Wu Zhou received a call from Feng Yi: "Where are you?"

Wu Zhou looked at Chang Yao. If they could delay it until the banquet started, President Feng would have no time to take care of them, and this would buy Chang Yao a day or two.

"Already on the way."

Feng Yi heard this and softened his tone: "Make sure you arrive on time."

"Understood, Mr. Feng." Wu Zhou waited until Mr. Feng hung up the call before putting down his phone.