It's a celestial master, not a Taoist priest

Yin Cong said, "Do you envy him?"

Song Houmeng's pupils shrank slightly.

"How is it possible..." Song Houmeng said with a flustered expression, "I'm living a good life now..."

Yin never asked, just nodded lightly.

Gu Meng soon bid farewell to Feng Quan and the others.He packed his bags and left the restaurant. Feng Quan waved goodbye to the other party through the glass of the window.

Turning around, Song Hou Meng was burying his head in eating, Feng Quan raised his eyebrows and said:

"A very interesting kid."

Song Houmeng smiled dryly.

After stuffing a few mouthfuls of food into his mouth, Song Houmeng raised his head and said to Feng Quan: "Master Daoist, why don't you go to my house and sit for a while, and stay for dinner tonight...?"

Feng Quan turned his head and glanced at the bright sun outside.

Yin Cong took a probing look at Song Houmeng, and then responded, "Yes. Thank you for your hospitality."

Song Houmeng and his wife live in a house in Xingyue City assigned by the company.It was an apartment building with convenient transportation. His wife opened the door, and Song Houmeng's five-year-old daughter was sitting on the sofa watching TV.

After Feng Quan and Yin Cong were invited to sit down, Song Houmeng told his wife to entertain them, and said to Feng Quan and Yin Cong embarrassingly:

"I didn't ask for leave from the company... I have to go over and explain the situation, please feel free here! That... Maybe there is something unclean in my house... Please trouble the two masters!"

Feng Quan understood his purpose, so he was still uneasy.He waved his hand, "Just don't worry, I'll take care of it for you!"

Song Houmeng's wife poured tea and fruit for the two, and Song Houmeng also left.Yin Cong sat next to Feng Quan and said lightly:

"You just said that, did you have any guesses?"

"Yeah." Feng Quan said, "I have some thoughts. But don't worry, wait for me to make a scene later, and then look for clues."

The decoration of Song Houmeng's house is very in line with his own style - but there is no style.The whitewashed walls with no decorations except for a word of blessing, ordinary chandeliers, and square tables and chairs, but none of these can reflect the owner's personality preference.

The little girl sitting on the other side of the sofa watching TV counted a few pieces of candy in front of her, and said softly, "Two lemon flavored ones, and one strawberry flavored one."

Feng Quan's favorite cartoon, Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf, was playing on the TV.Yin Cong couldn't watch anymore, took Shao Jinwen off his ear, and said to him:

"You go around the house."

The little girl looked up.

She asked Yin Cong curiously, "Uncle, who are you talking to?"

Feng Quan watched Shao Jinwen drift to the bedroom, then turned to talk to the little girl:

"Nothing. Are you counting the candies?"

The little girl nodded, "I like lemon and strawberry the most."

Feng Quan smacked his lips, "I like it too."

The little girl looked at Feng Quan, and then at her own candy, her face full of reluctance.He picked up the strawberry flavored one in one hand and the lemon flavored one in the other, with a tangled expression on his face.After a long while, he became ruthless, and handed the lemon-flavored one to Feng Quan, "Give it to uncle."

Feng Quan was slightly surprised, unceremoniously picked up the sugar, peeled it and put it in his mouth, and said in a vague voice, "Thank you."

The little girl put the strawberry-flavored candy in her mouth with a full face.He licked it, and stared at Feng Quan intently.

After a long while, she waited for Ai Ai and said, "Uncle...what does your candy...what does it taste like?"

Feng Quan said: "Lemon flavor."

The little girl said anxiously: "Then, is it delicious?"

Feng Quan seemed to taste it carefully, then nodded and told the little girl: "It's delicious."

Little girl: "Then, that's good..."

She looked sadly at the other piece of candy in her hand for a while, and realized that there were two uncles in the house.Looking up at Yin Cong on the other side, he seemed to be an uncle who didn't like sugar.

My mother taught me to be humble.

The little girl then humbly said: "That... that uncle, do you want candy?"

Yin Cong looked at the little girl's expectant eyes, and couldn't refuse: "Please give me one, thank you."

Little girl: "QAQ"

She stared at Yin Cong's hand unwillingly, and saw this handsome uncle calmly peel off the candy wrapper and put the crystal clear candy into his mouth.

For a moment, the little girl felt that the strawberry-flavored candy in her mouth was not tasty.

The cartoons in front of me are not very good.

She muttered, "Daddy likes candy too, and uncle likes candy too. I'm going to hide them well."

Feng Quan's hearing is very sensitive.He automatically ignored the last half of the little girl's words, and asked her:

"Your dad likes candy?"

The little girl nodded, "But he always does it secretly. Dad thought we didn't know, but I actually found out!"

Feng Quan's voice coaxed: "Then you tell uncle, okay?"

The little girl thought for a while, and said, "The uncle wants to keep it a secret. Dad is very thin-skinned, and he definitely doesn't want others to know that he is actually disobedient."

Feng Quan had a firm look about to swear to the world, "Never leak any secrets!"

The little girl whispered: "Dad must have been a bad boy when he was young! He liked the kind of bad boy's clothes... rags like clothes, bullet necklaces, and gloves with nails... I was always in my father's house. I saw it in the mobile shopping cart!"

Feng Quan joked: "Children know a lot. Do you know what a bad boy is?"

The little girl said: "I know, Dad said, bad kids have pierced ears, wear strange clothes, and run away from home all day, making parents worry."

Feng Quan raised his eyebrows, "Mr. Song still has his ears pierced?"

The little girl said mysteriously: "There is more than one!"

Feng Quan nodded, and chewed the candy in his mouth with a few snaps, unaware that the little girl's face was full of heartache when she heard the sound.

He turned to Yin Cong, smiled lightly and said, "Let's start acting."

Song Houmeng's wife was bringing new tea leaves, when she saw a compass composed of eight yellow talismans floating in Feng Quan's hand, she was startled.

Yin Cong couldn't act, so he could only cooperate with Feng Quan and signaled Ms. Song to sit aside and stay calm.

So the living room became Feng Quan's special session.

He was only wearing casual clothes today, he looked young and young, no one would think of him as a master.Ms. Song was also a little surprised at first, but she couldn't help but feel more at ease when she thought of her husband's strangeness during this period of time.

At this time, Feng Quan was full of aura.

The hem of his clothes fluttered without wind, his hair was blown up, and eight yellow talismans flew out of his hand, circling around his body.Suddenly a red light flashed across the talisman paper, and a pattern appeared out of thin air on the talisman paper that was originally empty.

With a calm expression and a serious face, Feng Quan slowly stretched out his hand, and the talisman paper with handwriting slowly fell into his hand.Feng Quan looked at the talisman paper and pondered for a while, then looked up at Mrs. Song:

"Ma'am, with all due respect, there are traces of things in your house. May we check each room?"

Mrs. Song was so shocked by the scene just now that her eyes were full of admiration, she said repeatedly:

"Okay, of course, the master can look at it as he pleases."

Feng Quan nodded inscrutably, Yin Cong followed him and went to the restaurant first.

Pretending to walk around, he said a few words that sounded confusing, and then Feng Quan turned around in place, his eyes resting on the door of a bedroom.

"Mrs. Song doesn't live in the master bedroom with Mr. Song?"

Mrs. Song was a little embarrassed, and said: "My husband, he pays more attention to personal space. He is in the master bedroom at night, but except for sleeping, he will stay in his own bedroom when he is off work."

Feng Quan nodded, then made a gesture to count his fingers, looked at Mrs. Song and said:

"I wonder if I can go into Mr. Song's room to have a look? You can accompany me."

"This..." Ms. Song glanced at Song Houmeng's room with some embarrassment, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

"Forget it, it was my husband who invited Master to come here, and he must have agreed to allow Master to look at it casually.——Please come in."

Taking a look, Feng Quan found that Song Houmeng's room was very different from the outside.

The owner's personal touch is evident here.

The room is very simple, a bed, a desk, and a bookcase.But there are still many photos and posters hanging on the walls.Feng Quan looked at the contents of these decorations with interest, and Mrs. Song explained to Feng Quan shyly:

"My husband won't let me clean this bedroom, and I don't come in to look at it very much. But when he came in before, he hadn't posted these things on the wall... When did he start chasing stars, he was a very down-to-earth person ah."

Feng Quan reached out and took down a photo frame. The photo inside was a photo of a singer holding a guitar standing on the stage under the lights. The face could not be seen clearly, only the guitar was holding the camera, so it was very clear.

Feng Quan put the photo frame back and said, "Your husband probably just took it out for admiration and didn't have time to take it back. ——What happened to him this morning?"

Mrs. Song's face was full of confusion: "Ah? What happened in the morning?"

Feng Quan raised his eyebrows and said, "Your husband has entered the hospital, don't you know?"

Mrs. Song was even more surprised: "I don't know when my husband got up and left. I thought he was going to the company, but he brought two masters..."

Feng Quan looked back at Yin Cong, his eyes were bent.

If it’s true, the fact should be that—after Song Houmeng took out his collection before going to work as usual, he rushed to the old house suddenly for some reason, and tried to commit suicide there—although at the last moment, he seemed to regret it and screamed desperately. ambulance.

Among them, Song Houmeng met Gumeng who played and sang on the road.

There are so many breakfast shops, why did Song Houmeng choose a breakfast shop that is far away from home?Why not buy breakfast directly at the stall outside the community nearby?

——Because the breakfast shop is on the way between my home in Xingyue City and the old community.

Then why did Song Houmeng hide his attachment to the old community?

Feng Quan had already walked to the desk and opened one of the drawers.

Inside was a box of candy.