Chapter 159 Chapter Seventeen

National Security Bureau Daxing Division. After asking the driver to take Lan Ting and Tang Yan back, Conan Doyle took Yin Hui back into the headquarters of the incredible group according to the established procedures. The warmth of the underground office quickly drove them away from the cold, and the fear in their hearts gradually dissipated. When they saw the other members of the team, they became more courageous. Only then did they remember why I was in the morgue. Will be so afraid? "Did you find anything?" Conan Doyle asked when he saw the crowd gathered together. Everyone hurriedly turned their heads, looked at Conan Doyle, and finally shook their heads in disappointment: "I haven't found anything yet."

"How is your investigation going?" Yellow Crane Tower looked up from the crowd and looked at the somewhat excited Yin Hui. According to his experience, he seemed to sense that they had made some major discovery. "Well, almost." He smiled, and then leaned closer: "We found that there was a pinhole in the forehead of the corpse, which is Maoshan's secret technique of fetching souls and raising ghosts. What's your opinion on the technique?" "Take souls to raise ghosts?" They were all a little dazed and shook their heads. However, Master Niaoniao stood up and asked: "I have seen such records in Shaolin classics, but I only had a glimpse, and I only have a very vague impression. I am not very specific. I understand. But as a descendant of Maoshan, you must know something about these things."

Yin Hui nodded: "I have read the description of this kind of soul-taking and raising ghosts from the Maoshan classics that my master passed on to me. But I don't seem to be qualified to practice soul-raising and raising ghosts at all. It seems that our The opponent is taller than me by not one or two." Everyone was lost in thought. "We are a group. There is nothing we can't overcome. The big deal is that I will blow him to the sky with dynamite, bang, bang. The crossbow will be wiped out." The blaster Sun Dong played with his bomb art again. "No, we are using physical attacks, but their attacks are spiritual attacks. The two attacks are not at the same level at all, and physics cannot solve the problem."

"Amitabha, I was born in Shaolin Temple, and I have always disdained Maoshan's Taoism. This time, I want to ask for advice. What is the power of Maoshan's Taoism, Amitabha. Keep a low profile." The Taoist nun also spoke: "In terms of magic, the Taoism of our Laoshan Gongtaiqing Palace is one of the best. Even if you are not your opponent in Maoshan Taoism, we will be soft, and the energy consumption will kill you. Amitabha, goodness, goodness! .” Yin Hui was stunned for a moment, and the Taoist aunt also chanted Buddhist slogans. He now suspects that the Taoist aunt was kicked out by Laoshan Taoism because she rebelled against her master.

"Don't even talk about it. Yin Hui, you have had indirect contact with this person, and you have the most right to speak. Instead, tell me, are they opponents of the other party?" "I don't know. I don't know much about the strength of the two of them. Anyway, I am not their opponent. Maybe we will find out if we are his opponent next time we meet." "Nonsense" the sniper who was typing on the computer suddenly said, "With me as a sniper, what are you worried about? As long as you can hold that guy and let me see the opportunity to shoot him, that guy will definitely die It’s over, do you still need to talk nonsense here?”

"That being said, maybe there is some magic weapon of Maoshan on him. If so, we are no longer his opponents." Having said that, he sighed: "In my opinion, we should It’s better to meet him for a while, knowing yourself and the enemy is the only way to win a hundred battles.” "Okay, the key is how can we find our opponents? Those people come and go without a trace, I think it's very troublesome to find them." "Well, this matter is indeed tricky enough. But I have a clue that we can refer to. I don't know if it will work." "Oh? What clue?"

"In the past few days, in my rented apartment, there have been inexplicable ghosts haunting Tang Yan and Shen Feifei, and the garden in front of the building has also been cast into a ecstasy array. I'm sure it must have something to do with our case." Said Maybe those ghosts are the ghosts sent by the murderer." "How can you be sure that those ghosts were sent by him?" "Because when these ghosts pestered them, they kept saying: 'Meddlers, die.' Don't you think it's us? Don't you think we're Are you meddling?" The "nosy" scalpel was a little dissatisfied: "We are actually serving the people. How can serving the people be called meddling? I think those ghosts are meddling?"

"Okay, okay, don't get entangled in this topic. Since you said that someone is making trouble, I think it's better to go and have a look. Maybe I can find some clues from these ghosts." Conan Doyle also agreed. Yin Hui's point of view. "Conan Doyle, what's wrong with you? Why did you lose your own opinion when you saw Yin Hui?" The scalpel asked in a joking tone: "You were not like this before! You didn't listen to anyone before. " "Hey! You don't understand this aspect! Amitabha." Master Niaoniao interjected: "Actually, this is about the relationship between men and women. If a woman has a sense of dependence on a certain man, then this sense of dependence It will rise to faith, and he is naturally obedient to faith. Our boss has a strong sense of dependence on Comrade Yin Hui. Amitabha."

Master Niaoniao's pretentiously deep voice made everyone on the scene laugh out loud, and Yin Hui couldn't help it either. Staying with this group of people, he always felt very happy, no wonder Conan Doyle would not get anxious with this group of people, it turned out to be because of this reason! "Stop talking nonsense, come with me now!" Conan Doyle was a little angry: "Go to Yin Hui's rental house to see if you can catch that female ghost. We must act as soon as possible. Homicides may happen. Every minute and every second is life!" The rest of the people stopped talking too much, because this time their opponents might be ghosts or something, so they just let Master Niaoniao and Taoist nun go, and the other people might not be needed if there were too many people. Perhaps to scare the snake out of the grass is equivalent to revealing the whole story of the incredible group.They walked out of the National Security Bureau according to the procedure, and they saw the sunshine again.Because of being overworked last night, Yin Hui actually fell asleep in the car.

When he felt a sharp pain on his face, he slowly opened his eyes and saw the face lying in front of him.He swallowed with some fear, and after a closer look, he found that the face turned out to be Master Niao Niao: "Master Niao Niao, what's wrong?" Master Niaoniao smiled and looked at Yin Hui: "Boy, we are here, get out of the car quickly!" Yin Hui hurriedly got up, looked around with flustered eyes, and after confirming that he had really arrived at the rental house, he let out a long sigh of relief, walked out of the car and said, "Let's go!" Conan Doyle paid the fare, and followed Yin Hui to the short and old rental building.

The narrow corridor is severely under-lit. If you don't look with wide eyes, you can't even see the steps under your feet clearly.Every step they took was very delicate, so slow, lest they might encounter some ghosts or the like.And Conan Doyle is afraid of breaking into Yin Hui's so-called barrier again. She is most afraid of the tense atmosphere of being alone and helpless in the barrier. "Bang bang bang." Yin Hui knocked lightly on the door of the corridor, and the sound of wood from the door echoed in the narrow corridor, filling the ears of several people. "Tang Yan, open the door! It's me." Yin Hui shouted. "Yin Hui, is that you?" Tang Yan's clear and gentle voice came from the room, not tepid. Yes, Tang Yan, open the door quickly. Yin Hui urged again. Then there was a slight sound of footsteps, walking slowly to the door, and after a crisp sound, the door was opened. Tang Yan stood at the door wearing a pink nightgown. "Amitabha, I have seen the female benefactor." Master Niaoniao was the first to speak, and Tang Yan trembled slightly in fright. "You are?" Tang Yan looked at the old monk who claimed to be an old monk with puzzled eyes. "Let me introduce, I am Yin Hui's friend, and you and Yin Hui are also friends, so we are also friends! Amitabha." Master Niao Niao's voice was kind, and he lowered the volume as much as possible, and the frequency was extremely low Now, try to give Tang Yan her deep side. "Stop talking nonsense, let's go in quickly!" Yin Hui stepped forward and pushed Master Niao Niao behind the door. "Amitabha!" Master Niaoniao continued to chant the Buddha's name calmly. "Tang Yan, did that ghost come to pester you again?" As soon as he entered the small rental house, Yin Hui began to search around, trying to find traces left by the ghost, but unfortunately, no suspicious traces were found at all. . "Don't look for it, if the ghosts come, the soul-repelling flag will have to detain them immediately!" Shen Feifei sat on the sofa with a disdainful tone, holding a large cup of hot coffee, from time to time He looked up at these strange people. "Soul-repelling flag?" Yin Hui hesitated, and then remembered that when he left home, he had put a soul-resisting flag here, which was used to deter evil spirits. Go up immediately and put away the soul-repelling flag, so that the ghosts will have the courage to break in. "I think we'll wait here for a while, maybe we can really wait." Yin Hui suggested. Conan Doyle looked at this small rental room. Although it was narrow, it was neatly tidied up. His eyes finally fell on the sofa. The soft sofa was no less than the special chairs in their office. "Okay! Let's just sit here for a while!" Conan Doyle walked to the sofa and sat down firmly, but his heart was not stable, and he still had a big case on his back, so how could she sit still? But after thinking about it again, sharpening the knife is not a mistake in chopping firewood, so let's just sharpen the knife for now!Maybe we can really find a big clue later. "You have cleaned up here very cleanly!" The Taoist nun wandered around the room, as if she was a wandering soul. Master Niaoniao also spoke: "Amitabha, Taoist nun, I think it's better for us to rent a house outside too! Let's have a good exchange of sects." "Go to hell." The nun cursed, and continued to wander in the room. Lan Ting, Shen Feifei, Tang Yan and the three of them looked at each other in blank dismay. How could this sound like a monk speaking? For a while, there was only the sound of pattering footsteps in the room. Yin Hui cast his eyes across any corner of the room, fearing that there might be ghosts hidden by him that he would not notice.Conan Doyle also had a tense face, swallowing from time to time. Lan Ting's pen was rattling and writing something on the paper, and Bin Qie looked up from time to time to see their expressions, as if he was drawing the statues of several people. "Yin Hui, you said that corpses can turn into zombies after decades, so will zombies also have a lifespan?" Lan Ting stopped the pen in her hand, and it seemed that her writing was stuck, and she was careful He looked at Yin Hui intently, it looked like he was holding an international conference. "It will turn into green hair in a few decades." Yin Hui replied coldly, all his energy was concentrated on the door, and he vaguely felt something was wrong. It's not a dangerous breath, but it seems to be ambushed by someone.It feels like I am just a pawn in the hands of others, at the mercy of others.It was also specially arranged for them to wait for ghosts in the rented room. "What's going on?" The more he thought about it, the more restless he became, uneasy, unable to sit still, stood up and took two steps. "Tune the tiger away from the mountain?" For some reason, these four words popped out of my mind. He froze for a moment, and turned the tiger away from the mountain?These four words were like a mountain, suppressing his thoughts. Is it really to tune the tiger away from the mountain? "Conan Doyle, hurry up and call Yellow Crane Tower to see if there's anything going on over there." Yin Hui hurriedly walked to his side like an ant on a hot pot. She nodded, then took out her phone and dialed the number of Yellow Crane Tower. "Sorry, the number you dialed is busy, please try again later." Hearing this voice, Yin Hui's head became dizzy. For some reason, when he heard this voice, his heart suddenly sank, as if the voice came from the mouth of a ghost, mocking his ignorance. "Hit it again," he said without hesitation. But the moment she picked up the phone, the phone rang.Conan Doyle hastily connected the phone. "It's not good, Conan Doyle, it's not good, the same murder happened again, come quickly!" The moment the call was connected, the usually calm voice of the Yellow Crane Tower unexpectedly became impatient. them. "Tell me slowly, where is the location? We'll be there soon?" Everyone gathered around Conan Doyle, listening carefully and calmly to the irritable voice on the phone. "I'll send a text message to your mobile phone." Yellow Crane Tower hung up the phone hastily after finishing speaking, and a beeping busy tone came. "Let's go." Yin Hui urged. "We..." Tang Yan and Shen Feifei approached, wanting to follow, "What if the ghost comes back after you leave?" Without saying a word, he threw the soul-repelling flag in his hand behind the door again: "Here is the soul-repelling flag, so they won't dare to embarrass you." Tang Yan and Shen Feifei nodded obediently, they were not willing to take risks in such a dark place. But when Yin Hui was searching in the room, he found that Lan Ting was gone. Turning around, her blue skirt was slowly disappearing from the entrance of the corridor.