Thriller Night Talk

Soi Ying's reaction was quick, and at the very moment, he rolled on the spot, narrowly avoiding the fists and feet of Wei Fuyuan and Jiang Nan'an, and rolled two meters away by scraping the ground, jumping three feet high, and tried again Flee to the forest.

The darkness couldn't block the vision of Wei Fuyuan and Jiang Nan'an, but the lush vegetation and rugged terrain could add great trouble to their tracking.

They have now reached the junction of the village and the back mountain. In front of them is an iron fence with a height of two and a half meters. Behind the fence is a path leading to Yueling Mountain.

For ordinary people, a fence of this height is not easy to climb, but Sombra has the ability to pass through walls, coupled with his agility, moving like a rabbit, Wei Fuyuan and Jiang Nan'an both know that a mere railing can't block it. Can't live with it.

Seeing that the black shadow was about to escape, Jiang Nan'an took out another thing from his arms and threw it towards it.

This time the black shadow didn't have time to dodge, a red light hit its lower back, knocking it to the ground.

"Yah!!"

Both Wei Fuyuan and Jiang Nan'an heard a shrill and shrill scream.

The black shadow was sent flying, obviously the fall was not light.

But it still got up tenaciously, crashed over the fence, and fled into the mountains.

Wei Fuyuan and Jiang Nan'an didn't have the ability to walk through walls, no matter how agile the two were, it would still take some effort to climb over the railing.

But Soi Ying was already like a little beast driven to a dead end by a hunter, disregarding his injuries, all he wanted to do was escape.

During the two seconds when Wei Fuyuan and Jiang Nan'an were blocked by the fence, it escaped from the range of their heavenly eyes and disappeared into the pitch-black forest.

"Tsk!"

Jiang Nan'an jumped off the wall and clicked his tongue vigorously.

"It was clearly hit, but it still let it run away!"

Wei Fuyuan also jumped down, "What did you throw just now?"

"Oh."

Jiang Nan'an spread out his hands, showing the little things in his palms.

It was a copper coin with a red thread tied on it, the shape was very familiar, and Wei Fuyuan knew where it came from at a glance.

"Before I set off, Beiquan gave it to me, saying it was for me to carry it."

Sure enough, Jiang Nan'an confirmed Wei Fuyuan's guess.

"...Then why did he give it to you and not me?"

Wei Fuyuan looked at the coin in Jiang Nan'an's hand, feeling very appreciative, and unconsciously showed a bit of grievance in his tone.

Jiang Nan'an replied without thinking:

"Of course it's because I have practiced hand throwing hidden weapons!"

The implication is that if you throw it, can you throw it accurately?

Wei Fuyuan originally held back his energy to find fault, but when he heard this, he shrank like a discouraged ball.

Jiang Nan'an searched the grass for a while, and found the two copper coins he threw out.

These two pieces are genuine Great Five Emperor coins collected by Beiquan through some special channels. In terms of historical value and stock, they are valuable in themselves, and more importantly, there is no market for the price, so it is difficult to get the real ones .

It's just that the anti-evil effect of ancient coins comes from the yang energy contaminated on it. If the yang energy is exhausted due to improper preservation or other reasons, it will become a small copper piece with no special features.

"Look at this."

Jiang Nan'an showed Wei Fuyuan the copper coins he picked up.

In the eyes of the two of them, these coins should have shown a bright crimson.

But now that layer of red has almost faded away, and the coins are densely covered with tiny spider web-like cracks, and the edges are covered with green rust, as if they were just dug out of the soil.

Wei Fuyuan frowned, thought carefully, and quickly understood the reason: "Is it because of the black shadow just now?"

Jiang Nan'an nodded: "That thing is too dark, it's hard to deal with!"

Wei Fuyuan frowned even tighter: "But it ran away..."

Jiang Nan'an also had a bitter face:

"Yeah! We have to think about what to do next."

Wei Fuyuan thought for a while: "No matter what the real body of that black shadow is, its target is Su Lang, and I think it will go back."

"you're right."

Jiang Nan'an scratched his hair, "This is the only way to go now."

Originally, the two planned to have a one-hit kill, but they let the target escape.

So they could only drag the one-goal decision into overtime, waiting to see when Sombra would show up again.

"Ugh!"

Jiang Nan'an let out a long sigh:

"I still have to think about how to explain it to Cai Mingjian and Xiaolan!"

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Saturday, August 8, at 7:[-] am.

A car stopped at the entrance of Maoyang Village.

The road in the village is very narrow, and driving is inconvenient. Two criminal policemen led Beiquan, Qingzhu and Aliu to the deceased Wang Baotai's house on foot.

Wang Baotai's hometown lives in the east of the village, an old two-story building surrounded by a small courtyard with earthen walls.

There are some poultry scattered in the yard, but at this time no one cares about these poor little animals that are so hungry, chirping and screaming, chasing people's heels all the time.

The news of Wang Baotai's death had already been sent back to his family, but because he was involved in an extremely vicious murder case, his body was still lying in the freezer in the morgue of the County Public Security Bureau, and the ashes could not be returned to the family members after cremation, so the family members could not pay the funeral. .

Wang Baotai's two brothers and one sister returned to their hometown three days ago. They originally planned to come back to see their father for the last time, but now they have to deal with the funeral of the 23-year-old younger brother.

When Beiquan and the others arrived, they saw that the Wang family hadn't actually arranged the funeral ceremony, but it was already a miserable scene. Everyone was dressed in black and had sackcloth wrapped around their arms.

There was a big brazier in front of the main room. Several women were crying and throwing paper money into the basin. Several men gathered together to count all the items needed for the mourning hall, and they were busy contacting Mr. Feng Shui to visit the cemetery.

The leader was Wang Baotai's eldest brother, who obviously recognized the two police officers, and immediately surrounded them with his brothers and sisters-in-law, asking how the case was going.When can my brother's body be cremated?Let's wait for the funeral here, and if you miss the first seven, you will be in trouble.

The two police officers hurriedly explained that the case was still under investigation, and Wang Baotai's body had to be kept in the police station for a few more days.

The eldest brother of the Wang family immediately became anxious when he heard the words, and took the hand of one of the police officers, saying that the case can be solved slowly, but people must be buried first!

This village is located in the pre-Qin period. It pays attention to death as life. It insisted on burial 20 years ago. Now the customs have changed, but there are still many rules about funerals, and they are not willing to compromise easily.

Therefore, the Wang family understands that it is not easy for the police to investigate and does not urge them to solve the case. They only hope that they can bury Wang Baotai in time.

The young people of the Wang family surrounded the two policemen begging in a hurry, while the older ones were crying in the outer circle. In addition, the garden was full of chickens and ducks and dogs barking, making it as lively as a vegetable market.

Beiquan stepped back silently, pretending that he was just a passerby.

Amidst the noise, his eyes fell on an old man.

The man's skin was black and yellow, his face was full of dimples, his head was full of gorgeous hair, his back was bent, he was holding a walking stick with one hand, and was wiping tears on his face with the other, crying very sadly.

Beiquan has a very good memory and can never forget.

Although he had only glanced at the ID photo, Beiquan recognized almost immediately through a mole on the old man's face that he was Wang Baotai's biological father.

"Uncle Wang."

Beiquan pushed aside the noisy crowd, went straight to Uncle Wang, and asked softly:

"Is your old man feeling better?"

Uncle Wang was crying sadly, when he saw such a fair and handsome strange boy from Beiquan suddenly appearing to talk to him, the crying was stuck in his throat, he opened his eyes wide, and replied in a local accent:

"Okay, much better..."

Beiquan narrowed his eyes.

He clearly remembered that about ten days ago, the old man accidentally fell when going out, and he couldn't get sick. He stayed in the county hospital for several days in the ICU but did not get better. Take it home and "wait".

It was precisely to see the old man for the last time that Wang Baotai asked for leave and rushed back to his hometown overnight.

But now, although the old man is crying heartbrokenly and looks very haggard, he can barely support himself with crutches, but there is still a long way to go before he can't do it.

The Wang family had no reason to deliberately let the old man pretend to be sick to trick his three sons and one daughter back home.

Then there are only three possibilities for a dying old man who was intubated a few days ago to suddenly be able to walk and cry—either the intensive care department of the county hospital is full of quack doctors, or some medical miracle really happened, or—— There's nothing tricky about it.

The two police officers were still explaining to the Wang family that Qing Zhu and A Liu had noticed Bei Quan's actions.

So the three led Uncle Wang away from the crowd, walked to a corner of the main room, and talked quietly.

Surrounded by three strangers, the old man was very disturbed.But when he heard that they were sent by the city to investigate the case, after he wanted to ask him a few questions, he hurriedly nodded tremblingly, expressing that he would fully cooperate.

Before asking questions, Bei Quan said to A Liu, "I'm sorry to trouble you."

Ah Liu nodded, didn't say anything, just stretched out his hand to hold Uncle Wang's wrist, put two fingers on the pulse gate, and gave the old man his pulse.

After a while, the little girl let go of the old man, turned her head and said to Beiquan and Qingzhu:

"It is indeed a disease of external evils invading the body."

Beiquan and Qingzhu exchanged a look, and they both saw the same guess as themselves in the other's eyes.

The "exogenous evil" in Miss A Liu's mouth is not the same concept as the "external evil" in Chinese medicine. It does not refer to natural qi such as wind, cold, wind heat, heat, dampness and soil poison, but yin and evil things.

In other words, the elderly are not ordinary illnesses.

Someone deliberately introduced evil spirits into his body, making him unconscious, with persistent high fever, convulsions and convulsions, and he looked as if he was dying of illness.

It is not difficult to say that it is difficult to let external evil enter the body, but it is not easy to say that it is easy.

The simplest way is to take people with light horoscope, weak yang, weak body, and low fortune to the cemetery or other places where yin gathers, and it may be possible to achieve this goal.

But if it is not only necessary to hit accurately, but also to control the severity of the disease after the evil energy enters the body, it must be a technical job that can only be done by "professionals".

But this Uncle Wang is just an old farmer over [-] years old in the northwest valley. Who is he and why is he deliberately tormenting him here?