When I returned to Chenghe Street and parked the car, I remembered that my phone was still off.

Take it out and press the power button, and the screen will soon light up.

"Little one, it's pretty skinny." I muttered.

In fact, in hindsight, what happened to Wang Xizhen's house is not bizarre.

But I could feel that the little guy with his slurred mouth and big tongue didn't mean anything to hurt me.

I clicked on the message and saw that sure enough, there were a few call reminders, all of which were made by Wang Xizhen.

He also sent me two messages.

The first one just says: Tonight's meeting is cancelled.

The second one was to tell me not to go to his house, and said that he would explain and apologize to me in person after that.

I'm so disgusted with this guy right now that I haven't replied to him.

I got out of the car and was about to get home when the door of No. 28 suddenly opened.

Pan Ying poked her head out and blew a hooligan whistle at me:

"Hey! Officer Xu, didn't you say that you made an appointment for dinner, why did you come back so early? ”

Belch......

On the way back just now, I felt that I had forgotten something, and when she asked, I remembered that I had forgotten to eat......

After being a neighbor for so long, my skin has become thicker, so I asked her if there were any leftovers at home.

Pan Ying gave me a blank look, "Leftovers?" It's so pitiful...... Come on in! ”

As soon as she entered the house, she shouted upstairs at the top of her voice:

"The licensed hooligan forensic doctor next door is here, and the big girl and little daughter-in-law have all dressed up!"

My nose was almost crooked, and I wanted to kick her in the ass.

Ji Yayun and Sang Lan came down from upstairs one after another, and when they heard that I hadn't eaten, Ji Yayun took food from the refrigerator and helped me go to the kitchen at the back to heat it.

I don't know if it's because of the 'peeping' incident last time, I'm a little afraid of seeing Sang Lan now, especially I don't dare to look at her.

said hello to her vaguely, pretended to look at his phone, and turned around and walked towards the sofa.

"Stop!" Sang Lan said suddenly.

My body trembled, and I subconsciously stopped, raised my hands and made a gesture of surrender.

Sang Lan came over, knocked my hand off, pulled my coat and asked:

"How did you get this? Where did the mudra come from? ”

I was stunned, looked back at her, and quickly took off my coat.

Except for the few days when I first reported to the bureau, I usually don't wear police uniforms much, and I think the profession of forensic medicine is more inclined to be a doctor, which is still different from the police.

I was wearing a khaki jacket today, and when I took it off, I saw a small bright red handprint on my right shoulder.

Thinking of the experience in Wang Xizhen's house, I subconsciously frowned.

To say that this Kuman Tong is really a little special compared to ordinary imps.

Most of the small handprints on my shoulders were left behind when I was patted in the living room.

After seeing the ghost arts, I already know that even if I open my ghost eyes, there are many special spirit beings that I can't see.

In the living room, Kuman Thong was so close to me, but I didn't see it.

Even if it does, it can be attached to a stuffed animal, and it can transform into a human form to open the door for me, and I don't even see the clue, which is a bit unbelievable.

"This looks like a child's handprint, why is it red?"

Pan Ying snatched her coat and stared at the handprint for a while, raised her head and glared at me with a strange look, and asked for a long time:

"Did you deliver a pregnant woman who died? Posthumous? ”

I almost squirted a mouthful of old blood to her, what is in this big back.

If it weren't for the fact that this big back who loves to be unrestrained and intimidated by Sang Lan's obscenity, I wouldn't have been able to tell the story of Wang Xizhen's family.

With Pan Ying here, if she can finish in a few words, she has to fight with you to the end.

So I vaguely said a few perfunctory words, and went home after eating.

After taking a shower, I went to bed early, checked the alarm set by my phone, turned off the lights, put my hands behind my head, and looked at the ceiling in the dark.

I haven't been to the Yinyang Station for several nights in a row, why is this?

Is it because I told Sang Lan and Pan Ying, two unrelated people, about the post station?

Probably not.

I remember that the fat old man who lived next door to Lao Chen said that he had seen a young man who rented No. 31 appear in that clearing many years ago wearing the same moon-white robe as I did.

If what he said was true, the young man might have been the previous owner of the inn.

This at least proves that the Yin-Yang Station really exists.

Although I'm the 'boss' who came inexplicably, but I still live at No. 31, I can't say that I will change people, right?

It seems that I should ask a senior what kind of place the Yin-Yang Post Station is.

But who do I go to?

Among the people I know, except for Duan Chengfeng, who has never been able to contact him again, it seems that only Ye Langzhong, Gu Yangqi and Lao He can be regarded as the predecessors of the Outer Eight Elements.

Ye Langzhong died, to be precise, he officially became a ghost under the ghost king.

Not to mention his special status, so far away, I can't go to him for a while.

Gu Yangsheren was even more desperate, and after being blind, he disappeared directly.

The closest one is Lao He. But that old money fan, on the surface, seems to be unprofitable and can't afford to be early, but now it seems that he is the person who hides the most secrets.

Xu Jie was brought into my life by him as a 'niece'......

In the backstreet shop, there is a mysterious temple underground......

Coupled with the disaster of Eryetun and his identity as a ghost crosser......

However, when Yelang was killed thousands of miles away, this old money fan turned into a vegetative person for some reason, and came to the shop to leave a note for me, and finally took the note away......

I can't believe that the old guy will leave his whole lot of property and just braid.

But the old guy is elusive, where should I go to find him?

Alas......

As a forensic doctor, I can also pass the buck, and if I don't understand, I can also consult Sister Li and Professor Lin.

But as a half-coward, who can I go to to answer the doubts in my heart?

Lao Chen!

A tall figure and that cold old face suddenly came to my mind.

yes, why don't I just go to him?

Including No. 31, where I now live, several old houses on Chenghe Street are his.

On the night of Lao He's accident, the note he left was for me to come to Pinggu County.

Duan Chengfeng sent me a message asking me to contact Lao Chen.

Obviously, this Lao Chen is not an ordinary person.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have led the victim's ghost to Chenghe Street so coincidentally, and so coincidentally let me carry the headless ghost back to my home......

I gritted my teeth and decided - find Lao Chen!

No matter what, even if it's a hot face and a cold ass, even if it's a dead beggar, I have to ask him what happened.

He's not going to hit someone, is he?

His temper is not very good, if he really does it, how can I fight back with an old man?

After thinking about it for a while, I began to get confused.

But just as I was about to fall asleep, I suddenly heard a strange noise outside.

I didn't pay attention to it at first, but the weather was getting warmer, and the reeds by the moat were already growing tall.

Among the barren grass and reeds on both sides of the strait, how can there be some grasses, insects, toads and toads that make strange noises.

But Chenghe Street was too quiet at night, except for the usual sound of grass, insects and toads, the sound that had never been heard before was sometimes loud and small, ethereal but extraordinarily prominent.

I was so sleepy by the noise that I couldn't help but roll over and sit up.

I got out of bed, put on my slippers, walked to the window along the street, opened the window, and the sound was immediately drowned out by the sound of insects.

Closing the window, I covered my ears, lowered my hand and pricked up my ears to listen carefully, but I heard the voice again.

I tried to take a few steps back, and my voice became clearer.

I was stunned to find that it wasn't a bug calling at all, but like someone was talking......

I took a few more steps, pricked up my ears and listened carefully, and when I heard the sound clearly, my pupils couldn't help but shrink.

It was indeed a human voice, and I could vaguely hear that it seemed to be a childish child's voice, singing!

What is it singing......

'Once upon a time there was a clay doll...... No eyebrows, eyes that don't blink...... Mud doll, looking for mom...... I can't find a home after looking for it......

In addition to the lyrics that feel weird in themselves, what makes me feel even more spine......

The sound seemed to be coming from the yard behind!

I settled down, walked out of the house a few steps, and came to the back window.

Looking out the window, in the darkness, I saw that the courtyard was empty, and there was nothing.

At the same time, the singing voice also disappeared.

I felt a little drowsy, shook my head, and smiled bitterly.

Auditory hallucinations again?

You can't always have messy guys find me, right?

Most of the experience in Wang Xizhen's house left a deep impression on me, so that I still had an impression in my subconscious at this time, so I had auditory hallucinations in a daze.

I twisted my neck and wanted to go back to sleep.

But the moment I turned around, I heard the sound of "squeak" opening the door downstairs!

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