Corpse Retriever.

Chapter 95

"Hey, good morning, uncle, this is for you."

"Auntie, you look so good today. This is yours."

"Sister, your ring is so beautiful. It must be a gift from your boyfriend. Hey, I know it at a glance. When is the wedding? Remember to call me. I'll ask my husband Tan to give the gift on my behalf."

Tan Yunlong was taking a nap with his back leaning against the office chair and his feet on the desk. While he was sleeping, a familiar voice appeared in his ears.

When I opened my eyes, I saw my son handing out breakfast and chatting naturally with his colleagues in the office.

Tan Yunlong has always known that his son is an extrovert and carefree person, but the feeling he showed at this moment made him, as a father, feel a little strange.

Although he seemed enthusiastic, he actually had a kind of distance that was not offensive. The reactions of his colleagues were also very interesting. They were not as casual as when facing other colleagues' children. Instead, they were a little reserved.

Judging from the atmosphere, if you don’t know, you might think that some leader from the bureau came down specially to get close to the people.

The most important thing is that this kid comes to his new unit for the first time today.

"Come on, Dad, this is for both of us."

Tan Yunlong retracted his foot.

Tan Wenbin picked up the towel from the shelf next to him, patted the desk, and then put down the steamed buns, fried dough sticks and soy milk.

"Dad, why didn't you sleep in the dormitory? I went to your dormitory early in the morning to find you but found nothing. I almost suspected that you were going out to have fun while my mom was not here."

"If you can't speak human language, just shut up."

Tan Yunlong picked up a bun and took a bite.

Recently, he only went back to the dormitory to take a shower and change clothes. He didn't get much sleep and basically spent his time in the office in this way.

"Dad, haven't you finished your work with mom yet? When are you coming to Jinling? You can't do without her watching over you. Look at how slovenly you look now."

"Let's talk about it later. Your mother came here without any reason. She's unfamiliar with the place and has nothing to do. I don't have much time to spend with her."

"Is it a house problem? How about I rent one for you?"

"How much money do you have?"

“It’s much more than your salary.”

Tan Yunlong glared at him but didn't say anything else. He knew that this boy had never asked for the money that his wife and the elders on both sides had given to his son.

"You came here so early in the morning. Is there something wrong, Xiaoyuan?"

Tan Wenbin cleared his throat, held up a fried dough stick with both hands, and said sincerely: "The Dragon King, the Mandate of Heaven, decrees..."

I saw Tan Yunlong still eating buns there.

Tan Wenbin deliberately said, "How dare you! Why don't you kneel down and accept my order?"

Tan Yunlong reached for the belt buckle at his waist.

"Dad, I need your help!"

……

"The dormitory I live in now was a female dormitory a few years ago. I was wondering why the urinals in the public toilet on the floor were in such a strange position. It turns out that they were built later."

Tan Wenbin flipped through the files quickly while taking notes in his notebook. There was nothing he could do about it, as he didn't have a brain like Brother Yuanzi that could remember everything by flipping through the pages.

Five years ago, this dormitory building was a girls' dormitory. Later it was changed into a boys' dormitory by the school. From ten years ago to five years ago, a total of two notable cases occurred among the girls living in this dormitory building.

One is the case of Tang Qiuying’s disappearance.

One is the suicide incident of Qian Meishu.

Tang Qiuying disappeared while at school. The school police and her family conducted extensive searches but to no avail.

Qian Meishu committed suicide by drinking pesticide in her dormitory, leaving behind a suicide note that involved emotional issues.

Tan Wenbin tapped his fingers on the photo of Tang Qiuying. If the ghost of the woman in high-heeled shoes was really between these two, then it was most likely Tang Qiuying.

Because Brother Xiaoyuan said that the body of the high-heeled shoes female ghost should be buried near the dormitory building, becoming some kind of shackles that restrict its range of activities.

As for Qian Meishu, who committed suicide, her body must have been collected.

Unfortunately, when Brother Yuanzi was interrogating the female ghost in high heels that night, he did not go through the Yin-Yang channel and therefore could not see the true appearance of the female ghost. Otherwise, he would have been able to compare it with the photos in the file.

Since they were all former college students, their ID photos were included in the files.

"Dad, can I take these two back first?"

"Just remember to return it in time."

"So easy to talk to?"

"I'm here to solve the case." Tan Yunlong paused and added, "If Xiaoyuan really has any clues, remember to remind Xiaoyuan and notify the police in time."

"I understand. Of course." Tan Wenbin poked his head out and scanned the table again, then asked, "What's the progress of Qiu Minmin?"

Tan Yunlong handed a bag to Tan Wenbin: "This is the progress I found recently. It's not filed. You can take it back to Xiaoyuan."

"Oh, Old Tan, you are really smart. I will ask the Dragon King to make you the Crab General."

"Oh, then what are you?"

"Of course I am Prime Minister Turtle."

Tan Yunlong took a deep breath.

"Hehe." When Tan Wenbin put the file into his bag, he looked at another pile of files next to him. He subconsciously reached out and flipped through it, and happened to see a photo inside.

The photo shows a water tank with a person standing in it. The person is abnormally tall.

Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that he was standing on stilts, but because the water blocked his view, the stilts were not so obvious.

The man was dressed in white, wearing a tall hat, his face was pale, and he held a white lantern in each hand.

One of them had the words "Hell" written on it.

On one of the lamps was written: "Guidance".

Tan Yunlong noticed his son's actions and said, "That pile is the files that someone else just sorted out for use. It has nothing to do with the two cases you are looking for."

"Dad, is this guy playing the role of Bai Wuchang?"

"This is not a human." Tan Yunlong stood up. He had helped his colleague find the files, so he knew a little about the contents. "The photo shows a clay statue on a water tank."

"Isn't it said that a clay Buddha can't save himself when crossing a river? Why is this clay statue deliberately placed on a water tank?"

"Why do you still ask me this kind of question?"

"What you said, who else can I ask if I don't ask you? There is no one else in this archive room." After saying this, Tan Wenbin deliberately looked around twice and called out in a low voice, "Hey, is there anyone else?"

The file in front of him was suddenly blown up.

Tan Wenbin's eyes widened immediately. The door of the archive room was closed, and the only window was a small glass ceiling in the corner that could not be opened at all. Where did the wind come from?
After he entered this line of work, he became extremely sensitive to this kind of phenomenon of things arising out of nowhere.

Brother Yuanzi said that some evil spirits would make their presence felt through common forms in daily life.

Could it be that there really is evil here?
Oh my god, what kind of evil spirit dares to live in a police station?
Tan Wenbin tried hard to convince himself that he was being too sensitive.

Tan Yunlong noticed his son's abnormality and asked, "What's wrong?"

"No, nothing. I didn't get enough sleep last night, so I was a little distracted. Dad, what did you just say?"

Tan Yunlong pointed at the photo again: "Shouldn't you be more professional than me in this kind of thing?"

"Dad, this is just like sending you to do technical analysis of physical evidence and forensic autopsy. We are all police officers, don't you know how to do it?"

"What about Xiaoyuan?"

"My brother Xiaoyuan is definitely different."

"Then why can't you be like Xiaoyuan..."

"Dad, stop it. I think if we continue discussing this issue, it will easily hurt our strong father-son relationship."

In order to change the subject, Tan Wenbin looked at the photo again: "Dad, does this clay figure look like Bai Wuchang?"

"No, according to the confessions of the arrested criminal suspects, this is not Bai Wuchang. They call it 'Grandma Yu'."

"Is it a woman?"

"Well, the suspect knew that he had committed an unscrupulous act and was worried that he would be boiled in oil after his death, so he offered sacrifices to this 'Grandma Yu' in advance, hoping that when the day came, she would disguise herself as a ghost and take him away, thus avoiding punishment.

However, not many people worship this, and it has not been widely known. Only a small number of criminals have it. We are currently investigating based on the clues provided by the statue sculptor about the sale and customization."

"What crime did you commit?"

“Child trafficking.”

……

In the study, the person standing in front of the drawing table painting today was not a girl, but a boy.

In terms of painting, Li Zhuiyuan learned from A-li.

But just like his chess skills, he relied on his good intelligence and quickly became an excellent player. However, after reaching this level, he was too lazy to continue studying and furthering his studies.

No matter how smart a person is, it is impossible to learn everything. Moreover, once one reaches a certain level of familiarity and understanding of things, if he wants to go further, he has to spend more time and energy. In short... it is not cost-effective.

Anyway, for the boy, he learned to play chess and draw just to enrich the games with girls, not to compete with girls.

A'li stood beside him, helping him mix colors and change pens.

No reminder needed, the whole process was silent, but there was tacit understanding.

Finally, Li Zhuiyuan finished the painting.

The person in the painting is wearing a white robe, a tall hat, standing on stilts, and holding a lantern in each hand.

Li Zhuiyuan did not paint the words on the lantern because he knew that it was probably not its original image. It was just something that was deliberately written there to curse and provoke A-li.

There should be different words on the original lantern.

Because I painted so quickly, I had to let the painting air dry before rolling it up and taking it away.

The boy didn't know who the thing in the painting was, and he couldn't take the initiative to ask Grandma Liu, as this would make Grandma Liu involved in the cause and effect.

However, Li Zhuiyuan had a feeling.

It didn’t matter when I didn’t know who you were before, but when I really drew your image... the river water will push you to me.

Last night he was still wondering whether he could turn passivity into initiative, and today, this thing just happened to be delivered to his doorstep.

Li Zhuiyuan likes this sense of mystery, but he likes the process of peeling off this mystery even more.

In his opinion, walking along the river can be seen as an exam.

Most of the candidates are nervous and uneasy before entering the examination room. It is not until the test paper smelling of ink is handed to them that they start to prepare for the exam based on their previous learning reserves.

Li Zhuiyuan doesn't like this mentality of test takers. He likes to understand the test setters and treat every exam as a conversation with them. While guessing their thoughts, he also comments on them.

Do I have to wait for you to give me a question?
Come, take a look at this question I set for myself. Are you satisfied with it?

Li Zhuiyuan took a few steps back and sat down beside the bed.

Ali used a silk handkerchief to carefully wrap the pen that the boy had just used.

All of her collection boxes were left in the basement of the house. It was close by and she could go back and look at them anytime, so she didn't move them here.

However, this can also be regarded as a kind of "collection being cleared", and the girl's enthusiasm and joy in collecting again are also magnified.

Liu Yumei specially made two large collection boxes for A Lixin on the third floor, which was the room where the entry and river-walking ceremony was held yesterday, and placed them under the altar.

The original intention was to make it convenient for Ahri to add things to the collection box when she went to take the ancestral tablets.

But the verbal explanation was that A'li had the habit of admiring her collection before going to bed, so this would be an opportunity for you to take a look at "A'li".

After putting away her brushes, A'li looked at the scroll on the table.

Obviously, she wanted to collect this more than the brush.

"Ari, I'm going to take this. I need it." Li Zhuiyuan saw what the girl was thinking and explained it in advance.

Ahri nodded, but her fingertips were still lightly touching the scroll.

"When I'm done with it, I'll bring this painting back to you as a gift." Li Zhuiyuan looked at the drawing table and said, "Don't all those painters like to stamp their own paintings? Ah Li, you can carve one for yourself."

The boy had seen A'li's handicraft skills. She could even carve out formation patterns easily, so carving a seal was even easier.

This was also to find something for the girl to do. In the past, when Ah-li carved patterns for him, Li Zhuiyuan felt sorry for her efforts, always thinking that it was too tedious and tiring for a little girl to do these things.

But since he knew yesterday that A'li was surrounded by those things all the time, he realized that perhaps for the girl herself, having something on hand that she could concentrate on without distraction would be a kind of relief and happiness.

A Li sat down, spread out a piece of paper, picked up a pen, and began to design the seal.

The tip of the pen danced lively and lightly on the paper, revealing her inner state.

Li Zhuiyuan opened the curtains to let the sunlight in.

In the yard outside the window, Runsheng started practicing boxing today.

His movements were much faster and smoother than yesterday. It seemed that he was gradually adapting.

As if he noticed the gaze on Runsheng while he was boxing, he smiled in the direction of the boy.

Then, Runsheng slapped the back of his head with his right hand, and the movement that had just slowed down accelerated again.

Now Runsheng no longer needs Uncle Qin to kick stones to help him wake up. He can do it on his own.

Uncle Qin was squatting in the corner of the yard, holding a stone in his left hand and a plastering knife in his right hand, repairing the cobblestone road that he had kicked yesterday.

"It's breakfast."

Aunt Liu's voice was noticeably hoarse.

Li Zhuiyuan rolled up the scroll and went to the dining table with A'li.

Yin Meng was already sitting at the dining table, with her head lowered, motionless.

"Yin Meng?" Li Zhuiyuan tried to shout.

Yin Meng raised her head: "Brother Xiaoyuan."

Her eyes were completely black, and when she moved her eyeballs, only a little light could be seen through them.

"your eyes?"

"It's okay. You'll be able to see again after you detoxify at noon."

"Oh." Li Zhuiyuan nodded and said nothing more.

As Liu Yumei walked down the stairs and sat down at the dining table, she asked, "Where's Zhuangzhuang?"

"Grandma, Zhuangzhuang has something to do in the morning."

“No matter how busy you are, you have to make time to come here every day.”

"Don't worry, grandma. I will tell him."

The main reason is that everyone in the family has work to do. If Zhuangzhuang doesn't come, Liu Yumei would have more free time, but she can't cook.

"Xiao Yuan, the books you requested will be delivered tomorrow. There are a lot of them, so they will be placed in the original room. You can pick them up when you want to read them."

"Grandma, I'd better first select a batch of things I think are useful and move them to the basement of the store."

In this way, the cause and effect relationship can be cut into smaller pieces.

"Okay, whatever you want." Liu Yumei pushed the soup bowl in front of her towards the boy, "The military training is almost over, right? It's time for the classes to start. You'll have to get busy then and make sure you take care of your body."

This kind of conversation seemed to bring us back to the witty exchanges we had at my great-grandfather's house.

"Don't worry, grandma. I have prepared my lessons well. If there are any points I don't understand, I will ask the teacher in advance."

Liu Yumei smiled kindly.

But I thought to myself: Why didn’t I understand this child’s metaphor?
After breakfast, Li Zhuiyuan left and returned to the dormitory.

When I went to the sink to wash my hands, I met Lin Shuyou who was washing clothes. He was washing his costumes, and they were new.

When Lin Shuyou saw Li Zhuiyuan, he reacted strongly and shrank back.

This is not fake.

In fact, when he and Tan Wenbin were taking a bath together at the sink, his expression and actions when he called him "Big Brother" were all natural.

Binbin once said to himself that this guy might have split personality.

"Hello." Li Zhuiyuan greeted him.

"Hello... Li Zhui... Xiaoyuan's elder brother."

Ever since he was beaten into the infirmary, Lin Shuyou basically stayed in the dormitory to recuperate and had never run into Li Zhuiyuan again.

He didn’t open his face now... No, even when he opened his face, he seemed to be suffocated by the boy in front of him.

"Student Lin Shuyou."

"To!"

When his full name was suddenly called, Lin Shuyou was so shocked that he displayed all his military training skills.

"I just did a divination. From the divination, it seems that there may be evil spirits causing trouble in the near future. You should be more careful."

"Yes, I understand." Lin Shuyou nodded vigorously.

"If you notice anything wrong, please tell me immediately. Although you and I have had some friction, we share the same goal of protecting the righteous path.

In short, don't be shy and ask directly when you need help."

"Thank you." Lin Shuyou nodded vigorously again, this time his eyes were a little red.

This kind of drama of turning hostility into friendship is the easiest to move people, especially for someone like him who is the victim of the "war", as it can also make up for his frustration.

Li Zhuiyuan was not surprised by Lin Shuyou's reaction. No wonder Binbin could trick him into calling him "big brother". This guy was really easy to please when he was not angry.

Mainly considering that Runsheng and Yin Meng are now undergoing special training, Li Zhuiyuan took the initiative to add fuel to the fire today.

The young man had no idea when the fire would start. What if Runsheng and Yin Meng had not finished their special training by then, he would be left with no one to use.

He believed that Binbin would stand in front of him without hesitation, but Binbin was a little fragile.

Lin Shuyou, just right.

Moreover, this guy is just a tool, and I won't feel sorry if he breaks or gets damaged.

Li Zhuiyuan shook his hands and walked out. Lin Shuyou mustered up the courage to say:
"Brother Yuan."

"Ok?"

"If you have any problem, please inform me. It is our responsibility to eliminate demons and defend the way."

What I'm waiting for is your words.

"You think too much. I don't need you."

After saying this, Li Zhuiyuan walked back to his dormitory.

At the sink, Lin Shuyou felt embarrassed, annoyed, and thought the other person was right. His emotions were so overwhelming at the same time that sweat broke out on his forehead.

Li Zhuiyuan sat down at the desk and put the scroll aside.

Then, he opened the notebook, picked up the pen, and while recalling the contents of the "Jizo Sutra" in his mind, he began to look for and design ways to stimulate his potential when he was in spirit possession.

For example, it allows Lin Shuyou to forcibly dismiss officials and generals that he was originally unable to dismiss.

He said that he didn't need it, but in fact he was already thinking about how to use it to the utmost.

Li Zhuiyuan didn't think there was anything wrong with him. He now vaguely felt like he had grown some human skin, but it was only limited to the few people in his circle.

He remained indifferent to others.

Besides, if he didn't have so many ancient books and secret techniques in his mind, he might have been killed by the White Crane Boy invited by that young man on the playground that night.

Not only did he not kill him, but it was Binbin who paid for his medical expenses.

Lying on the bed in the infirmary, he opened his vertical pupils and looked around. If Binbin hadn't closed them for him, he would have died at the hands of the corpse demon.

By this calculation, he owed himself two lives.

Then I will suffer a little loss, and it will be enough if he returns his life.

This makes sense.

Li Zhuiyuan suddenly stopped writing. Did his thoughts just now resonate with the "question setter"?

At this time, the dormitory door was pushed open.

"Brother Xiaoyuan, I'm back."

"So fast?"

"It's mainly because my dad has a good service attitude."

Tan Wenbin handed the files and information to Li Zhuiyuan.

Li Zhuiyuan took it, opened the file, saw Tang Qiuying's ID photo, and knocked on it directly.

That's her.

Seeing this, Tan Wenbin walked to the windowsill and picked up the high heels that he watered every day:

"High Heels, so your name is Tang Qiuying.

Hello, Senior Sister. No, Hello, Senior Auntie."

Then, Tan Wenbin turned around and looked at Li Zhuiyuan and asked, "Brother Xiaoyuan, but she is missing, what should we do?"

"It will be much easier if I know her name. Besides, her date of birth is also recorded in the file. I can find her body."

"Brother Xiaoyuan, it's a pity that you didn't become a criminal police officer."

"After all, only a very small number of people can become evil spirits after death."

Li Zhuiyuan opened the separate file bag for Qiu Minmin's case and began to flip through the pages quickly.

When Tan Wenbin heard the "swish" sound, he couldn't help but say, "I envy you."

Li Zhuiyuan continued to turn the pages and said, "Compared with Runsheng, Yin Meng and the others now, I am considered quite slack."

"Because you are too smart, Xiaoyuan. What they are paying now is just the price of catching up with the genius."

Tan Wenbin leaned back on the desk. Today's task was completed, and he felt confused and lost again.

If possible, he would be willing to grit his teeth and hammer the nails into his own coffin or test the poison on himself.

But the problem is, he knows that the consequence of doing so will be to kill himself.

"Ugh……"

The biggest sorrow of being a loser is that you want to learn from others and work hard for your life, but you find that you don’t even have the qualifications to fight.

Tan Wenbin picked up the scroll on the desk beside him while feeling melancholy.

As a human being, you have to play some role, such as praising my brother Yuanzi's new work.

But when the scroll was unfolded, Tan Wenbin was stunned.

"Brother Xiaoyuan, is this painting of Granny Yu?"

Li Zhuiyuan immediately put down the document in his hand, turned his head to look at Tan Wenbin, and asked seriously:

"Brother Binbin, do you know him?"

"What a coincidence, isn't it? I just saw this photo in the archives this morning. It is exactly the same as the one you drew, Brother Xiaoyuan. The only difference is that there are words on her two lanterns, which are not in your drawing, Brother Xiaoyuan."

Li Zhuiyuan immediately put down the documents in his hand, leaned back in his chair, raised his head, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Brother Xiaoyuan, you...what's wrong with you?"

In Tan Wenbin's impression, Brother Yuanzi rarely makes sudden emotional moves.

Li Zhuiyuan looked at the ceiling of the dormitory and murmured:
“Sure enough, you can play it this way.

come on,

Later I,
Call the names one by one! "

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