After seeing off the ghost officer and Xu Wei, Ding Feng was already impressed by Wen Dong. The most basic thing is to summon the ghost officer anytime and anywhere. This made it hard for Ding Feng to compete. Then he negotiated with the ghost officer and fought even if he couldn't reach an agreement. Finally, he was convinced that he actually helped him take the ghost to rebirth. Now Wen Dong is already a god-like figure in Ding Feng's heart.

"Your face..." Wen Dong looked at Ding Feng's black and black face, and he wanted to speak but stopped. The storage room was closed. When Ding Feng burned paper money, his face was also blackened. At this time, his teeth were whiter, and his face was almost the same as that of an African.

"What's wrong?" Ding Feng looked at Wen Dong's expression wrong, a little scared. Did they just do something and he was injured by accident? He quickly touched his face, without any swelling or pain.

"It's okay, just wash it." Wen Dong shook his head, held back his smile, covered his mouth and walked out.

Ding Feng walked out of the storage room with a puzzled look on his face. What came towards him was a burst of hilariousness in the office. Xu Mu and the others looked at Ding Feng and laughed.

"What are you laughing at? Work is too easy and leisurely, right?" Ding Feng became angry and shouted, and everyone restrained themselves a lot.

In the end, Hua Mei couldn't help it, so she covered her mouth and handed a mirror to Ding Feng. Ding Feng took a look, but he almost laughed, and then ran to wash his face in shame.

"Is that old man in my office?" After washing his face, Ding Feng walked in, his face suddenly became serious, and he asked Xu Mu.

"Well, the Criminal Department has been in your office since it was delivered. I have drunk a few cups of tea. I won't be able to explain if you don't come back." Xu Mu nodded, then handed Wen Dong a cup of tea and said.

Wen Dong took the tea, thanked him and did not drink it, put it on the table next to him, and then followed Ding Feng into the section chief's office.

At this time, an old man was sitting on a chair next to Ding Feng's tea set, a little restless. He looked left and then, and felt anxious. The old man looked quite tired, with a slightly hunched back, dark skin, clear wrinkles on his face, and turbid eyes. There was nothing special about it, just an old man.

Seeing Wendong and Ding Feng enter, the old man quickly got up, as if he was a little nervous. He held his right hand with his left hand and forced a smile to say hello to the two of them.

"What's your name?" Ding Feng asked in his seat.

"I am an orphan, I don't have a name. When I was a child, others called me Xuanzi, but now I call me Lao Xuantou." The old man answered honestly.

"It's the 21st century now, how can you not have a name? Your ID card? Let me see." Ding Feng was a little unhappy. This is not a TV show, so what do you mean by me? I still have no name for an orphan.

There were six people in the entire night shift in the Forbidden City. Because Liangzi died and Zhang Wa went crazy, the day shift transferred one person over, only five people. On the same night, four died. Only Lao Xuantou was alive. There must be problems. Years of case handling experience told Ding Feng that this old man must be unusual.

The old man didn't have much, so he took out his ID card and handed it to Ding Feng. The name column on it really had two words written: Xuanzi. The date of birth was 1933. According to this calculation, the old man was already 84 years old, but he looked only seventy years old. Is it well maintained? I heard that this old man has been working on night shifts for decades and stayed up late every day, not as good as how many years older than his actual age. How could he take good care of it?

"This is the ID card that the leader has applied for me. I am the first batch of administrators of the Forbidden City. When I first arrived, I didn't have an ID card. I didn't know my birthday, so I just wrote one casually." Lao Xuantou seemed to see Ding Feng's doubts and said quickly.

Ding Feng looked at Lao Xuantou's eyes with a hesitant attitude, and found nothing unusual. He looked like an honest person. Then he looked at the address of his ID card. It was indeed the address of the management dormitory assigned by the Forbidden City. What the old man should be telling the truth.

During Ding Feng's questioning, Wen Dong kept looking at Lao Xuantou. In his opinion, four dead, only he was not dead. There must be something strange about it, so he wanted to see through the old man, but what disappointed him was that this old man was too ordinary, too ordinary, and nothing strange, so Wen Dong was always unable to grasp it in his heart. If this old man had some ability, he could still tell the truth before he died, but he was too ordinary, why was he not dead?

"What happened that night, what were you doing, why were they dead?" Wen Dong interrupted and asked directly.

This made Ding Feng, who was about to continue asking, was slightly stunned because from his perspective, he had to follow the process and ask according to the process. Of course, he would also ask Wen Dong the question in the end, but there were still many questions in the middle to pave the way. Wen Dong asked straight to the point, which made Ding Feng not know how to answer for a while.

"That night, around three o'clock in the morning, we were all in the duty room. Suddenly the lights went out. It was so dark outside that I couldn't see my fingers. Even the flashlight could not be turned on. I felt something was wrong at that time, and I could hear the whistle sound, like the sound of the wind, and the heavy breathing sound. At that time, I was sleeping in a small bed, and it was surprisingly quiet next to me. They didn't speak or have no sound. Even the sound of snoring at the beginning stopped, so I called them, but no one answered me. Suddenly I felt something was pressing on my body. I couldn't move or call out. This scared me and I struggled, but it was useless. I felt like I was about to be crushed to death. I suddenly could move, and then I found that my neck was hot. It turned out that this thing saved my life."

Lao Xuantou was still scared when he spoke, and said that in the end, he took out something on his neck from the collar of his clothes. It was a piece of yellow jade, tied with a black rope. The jade was carved into a gossip. There was a little dust in the gullies. Judging from the appearance, it should be an old object.

Wen Dong approached and touched the jade gossip. It was indeed a bit spiritual. It was cold to buy it. The material should be Kunlun jade. The gossip made of thick yellow carved gossip and a black hemp rope. Zhang Wa had saved her soul because of a wolf tooth pendant. This gossip pendant is much more advanced than a wolf tooth pendant. It should not be a problem to save the old man's life. It seems that the old man has not lie.

"Where did you come from this pendant?" Wen Dong continued to ask.

"Stop, you continue talking first." But Ding Feng waved his hand and signaled Lao Xuan to continue. When talking about inquiry, Wen Dong must not be as good as Ding Feng. Don't ask what he wants to know too early. You have to use the other party's words to peel off the cocoon.

This... the old man looked at Wen Dong and then looked at Ding Feng. He was in trouble for a moment and didn't know who to listen to, because he didn't know who the leader was here and who was his subordinate. Finally, Wen Dong pointed at Ding Feng, and he relaxed and continued to talk.

"Then the waiting in the duty room suddenly became bright, and I found that it was dawn. According to my own feelings, no more than ten minutes have passed, but the actual time has passed a few hours. After that, I called them, but no one responded to me. I got up and saw that they were all dead. Then I quickly reported to the higher authorities, and finally the police came."

"Where did you come from this pendant?" Ding Feng was silent for a few seconds after hearing what Lao Xuantou said, and then asked the question Wen Dong had just asked.

"I don't know this. I have been hanging around my neck since I can remember. It should be left to me by my parents who have never met before." Lao Xuantou sighed after saying that. He has lived alone in this world for decades. He has never had any parents since childhood, has no friends since then, and has no partners until he is old, let alone a child and a half daughter. It is indeed pitiful.

Wen Dong thought about what Lao Xuantou said, but there was no loophole. Everything should be true. The old man was not dead. It was this gossip pendant that saved his life. It seemed that the mastermind behind the Forbidden City was indeed collecting souls and brewing an unknown terrifying conspiracy.

After asking these questions, Ding Feng looked at Wen Dong, and saw Wen Dong shook his head slightly, knowing that there should be no problem, he sighed in disappointment, and then stood up.

"You can go back, I will arrange someone to take you back."

After Xu Mu sent Lao Xuan to leave, Ding Feng lit a cigarette on his own. Many things have happened recently, starting with Liangzi's death and Zhang Wa's madness. Then Zhang Wa's remnant soul, the five little ghosts he met at night, and four more died. Zhang Wa's death also died. The mastermind behind the scenes revealed the tip of the iceberg, and it was already a blatant provocation. What did the mastermind behind the scenes want to do? If it weren't for Wen Dong's appearance, he would have died when he met the five little ghosts.

"Let's go, there's something else to do tonight." Wen Dong naturally knew Ding Feng's heavy weight, but he would definitely help him. Putting aside Ding Feng, the first rule of Maoshan's teachings is to subdue demons and uphold justice. Then he would definitely do it. It was just a sudden sense of powerlessness that made him miss his senior brother a little. When his senior brother was there, he didn't have to make any decisions. He just followed his butt, but he had to make decisions on everything himself, but he was a little powerless. Maybe this was growth.

"What's the matter?" Ding Feng spitted a mouthful of cigarettes and turned to ask Wen Dong. He originally thought Wen Dong was helpless and was considering whether to report to his superiors and asked the Long Group to send someone, but when he saw Wen Dong say this, he suddenly felt like he had caught some hope.

"How to start the altar!" Wen Dong left a sentence and walked out. It was already noon.

Ding Feng hurriedly followed, came to the second-hand Jetta, took out the car keys, opened the car door, and looked back at Wen Dong, and found that the other party was standing in place and looking at him without any intention of leaving.

"Driving this car, I haven't made such a cool car yet," Wen Dong said shyly. He had seen many pictures of supercars online before, and dreamed of having one, but now he has it in front of him. How could he not seize the opportunity?

Ding Feng was speechless. Unexpectedly, this kid was quite capable and wanted to be arrogant. He closed the car door, returned to the office again, and took the keys.

Not long after, people on both sides of the street heard the roar of the engine, and a domineering and high-end supercar roared past, attracting countless people to look at each other, discussing which playboy must be.

Finally, the two stopped in a luxurious high-end restaurant. They agreed to go for a good meal and rewarded their recent miserable experience. After eating, they had a good sleep and started the altar at night.

I found a quieter seat and sat down. I had already agreed to treat Wendong to this meal, so Ding Feng was in a good mood at this time. He picked up the menu and chose the expensive ones.

This restaurant has a good business. Those who can come here to eat are rich people. After all, it costs at least a few thousand yuan for a meal, which is not something that ordinary people can accept. At this time, there were already seven or eight tables sitting in the hall.

While Ding Feng and Wen Dong were waiting for the meal, there were seven or eight people sitting at a large table by the window, a middle-aged man with a big beard, carrying a large string of wooden beads on his chest and a very thick bead on his wrist. A bald monk sat on his right hand, calm and composed. A man in black was sitting on his left hand. At this time, the man in black stared at Wen Dong and the others for a long time, and finally approached the bearded man and said a few words softly.

"Boss, I saw the master I met that night."

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!