I'm a little confused.

Is it possible that the body cannot be moved? Could it be that the deceased was a fat man weighing several hundred kilograms?

Seeing the confusion on my face, Zhou Yan gave a bitter smile and said slowly: "Don't let him guess. The deceased was about the same size as an ordinary middle-aged man. He was about 145, but that

It was as if the body was stuck to the ground with glue, and no matter how hard the police in the station tried, they couldn't move it."

"I can't move..." I seemed to understand the reason why Zhou Yan came to see me. It was true that he rushed to the doctor because of his illness. Didn't you see that all the scientists found me?

I lowered my head and thought for a moment, then asked tentatively: "Is the body still at the scene?"

Zhou Yan nodded.

"Can you take me to see it?" I asked.

Zhou Yan thought for a moment and said in a low voice: "Okay, this corpse is a bit evil. It has spread throughout the bureau. If it hadn't been for the death order from above, this case would have been exposed long ago. I can't even take you to the scene."

Okay, but you have to keep it a secret."

I nodded. This kind of thing must not be said openly. If outsiders really knew about it, it might cause riots and panic.

I have only turned twenty-five this year, and I don’t want to be harmed by the great society.

"The reason why you came to me is to ask how to remove the body?" I asked, and Zhou Yan nodded directly.

Yes, it seems that even top academics sometimes have brain twitches.

Once the body is removed, you can investigate and find out the truth? Are you kidding me?

Suddenly I thought of an idea to make money, an absolutely golden idea.

"Will you pay me to help you take the body away?" I glanced at the seafood remains on the table and grinned: "I won't go unless I pay you."

Hearing my words, Zhou Yan frowned and was about to speak. It was obvious that he wanted to curse, but in the end Zhou Yan swallowed the unpleasant words and stretched out a finger to me: "It's a thousand if it's done."

, if you can’t handle it, you’ll have to treat me to ten seafood restaurants.”

"A thousand?" I raised my eyebrows. If you don't miss the opportunity, you won't come back. There are not many opportunities to beat the rich. You want to send me away with a thousand?

Even though I thought so, I still asked: "What does it have to do with you whether the body is moved or not? It's none of your business. Don't worry about it."

"A comprehensive examination can only be done after moving. Only in this way can we study the cause of death of the deceased, and it is not a problem for the body to be left there all the time." Zhou Yan shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"Just one thousand, let's go." I stood up and patted his shoulder. Zhou Yan glanced at me in surprise, probably because he was puzzled by my refusal to raise the price.

I scratched my head and said, "You are a good guy who belongs to the iron rooster. I guess you paid this money privately. I can't raise the price, right?"

Zhou Yan has always been the type of little Lei Feng. Ever since I got to know him, Zhou Yan has always been a good person in my eyes. Of course, he can also be said to be an iron rooster full of justice.

If it hadn't been for my recent poor financial situation, I would definitely not have accepted his money for this job. We are all brothers, so how could we ask for money!

By the way, except for red envelopes.

"Let's go to the scene now. It's better to resolve this matter as soon as possible." Zhou Yan urged anxiously. I waved my hand to signal him not to worry.

"Waiter! Another plate of abalone and two plates of oysters! Take them away!"

Half an hour later, under Zhou Yan's hateful gaze, I slowly walked towards the side door of the wreath shop carrying two bags of food.

Zhou Yan didn't follow me in. In his words, he was afraid that he could not help but take out a knife and stab me to death in the dark.

I took out the key and opened the door. I stretched out my familiar hand and groped on the wall for a while, then turned on the old-fashioned light switch.

The wreath shop is actually where I live. The lobby is for business, the warehouse is for storing sundries, and the back room is where I sleep, and it is also a place for the old man and the ancestor.

Under the dim light, I yawned and walked into the back room.

Compared with the business hall, the back room seems a bit messy. Many wooden boxes are placed randomly in the corners. There are also a pile of ancient books scattered under the altar table. At first glance, it looks like it has not been cleaned for hundreds of years.

The otaku's bedroom is just as messy.

The ever-burning lamp on the altar table still flickered with a subtle firelight, and the portraits hanging on the wall seemed to be dyed by the firelight, changing from colorful portraits to orange-yellow portraits.

I knelt down and took out a handful of tribute incense from under the altar table. After taking out a lighter and lighting it, I respectfully knelt down in front of the portrait and bowed three times with my head touching the ground: "May the God of Joy bless my disciple Yi Lin tonight."

success."

After reciting it, I put the tribute incense in the incense burner seriously.

The Patriarch in the portrait is the most respected god in our Xiangxi people, the God of Joy.

Ever since I can remember, this portrait has been hanging at home for worship. Even when I was taken by my father to escape from Longshan in western Hunan to Guiyang when I was fifteen years old, this portrait also followed us.

The Xiangxi lineage seems to be most famous for exorcising corpses, but people in the industry know that exorcising corpses is just a superficial skill in Xiangxi secret arts. The real power of Xiangxi secret arts lies in the five gates passed down from ancient times.

But now, the five gates have completely declined, and there are only a few gentlemen who have passed down the five gates. The ones who have passed down the five gates relatively completely are our Yi family.

Exorcise ghosts, suppress evil spirits, exorcise corpses, physiognomy, and cure diseases.

The old man only taught me the first three things, and not the last two at all. This is why I was poor for three months and couldn't find a way out.

This is also my fault for being lazy.

The most important thing to learn about physiognomy and disease treatment is memorization, which is extremely boring. Moreover, physiognomy and treatment of diseases are not as "stimulating" as the first three subjects.

Due to various objective factors, when I learned the second two skills, I was like learning high-level mathematics in college. I was the type of person who forgot what I learned. The old man had nothing to do with me.

Now I regret it so much.

Want to make money by relying on the skills in the first three areas? Difficult!

Where in this great harmonious society are there corpses for me to chase away? Where are there so many evil places for me to deal with? Where are there so many ghosts for me to catch?

If I learn physiognomy or cure diseases, I can also set up a divination stall under the overpass or open a small clinic to make a living, right?

Having said that, corpses that cannot be moved were very common in Xiangxi in the 1980s. I have also seen that the old man has handled a lot of this kind of work, so he can be considered an experienced person.

Although I dare not say that I am familiar with the road, I should be able to handle this matter by following the instructions.

If it weren't for the severe lack of money, I wouldn't agree to Zhou Yan to take this job today.

The old man's words are correct as long as he can get into less trouble with the official family.

"I haven't done anything for several years, and this really makes my hands itchy." I rubbed my palms, and a flash of excitement flashed in my eyes.

Although I have been taught a lot of skills by the old man since I was a child, the number of times I have actually taken action is really very few, and the problems I have solved are not big ones. I have basically worked as an assistant for the old man. This time it can be regarded as a special one.

Got an opportunity.

There is a saying in Xiangxi secret art that the corpse never leaves the ground.

There is such a sentence in the book "Xiang Mi" handed down by the old man.

"The corpse is scattered. If the Qi is not dispersed, it will be stored for ten passes and weigh a thousand catties."

The translation of this sentence is not as simple as it seems. If the old man had not explained it to me at the beginning, I would probably have translated it wrong, because some things were not written at all.

The translated meaning actually is:

The so-called corpse means scattered, scattered three souls and seven souls, scattered Yang Qi, scattered Yin Qi, scattered corpse Qi, no gas, no soul and no soul. This is the state of ordinary corpses.

If the corpse qi does not dissipate, it will remain in the tenth level, and the corpse will weigh thousands of kilograms out of thin air. No matter how hard outsiders try, it will be impossible to move the corpse.

As for what the ten levels are, this is the article later, and I will explain it to you later.

"Old man, your magic weapon will come in handy today." I lit another stick of tribute incense, smiled and placed it in front of the black and white photo next to the portrait. Looking at the kind-faced old man in the photo, suddenly my nose

A little sour again.

I was picked up by the old man. My biological parents have long since died. I owe my growth to the old man.

If the old man hadn't pooped and pissed me to death, I might have frozen to death outside Longshan County more than 20 years ago.

I knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the old man three times. I rubbed my eyes and stood up.

I walked aside and took my backpack over. Without saying a word, I picked up the gong and dagger from the altar table and put them into my backpack.

These two magic weapons are what must be used tonight. Without these two things, this job would probably be difficult.

After doing this, I took a handful of tribute incense and a stack of yellow paper and put them into my backpack. I looked at the old man's photo and then at the portrait of the God of Joy. Then I turned around and walked out of the back room and closed the door.

To be disrespectful, the appearance of the God of Joy is really strange. I have thought so since I was a child, and I still think so now.

The God of Joy's body was hazy covered with a layer of white mist, and his body shape could not be seen clearly at all. He could only vaguely see that he was a human figure.

On the head of this human figure, the facial features are covered by mist, but the mouth is exposed.

The corners of his mouth were grinning to both sides, as if he was laughing. Although it looked weird, a closer look made people feel happy.

Because of this, when I am in a bad mood, I like to look at the portraits of my ancestors, and I feel happy just looking at them.

After having fun, you have to be whipped. The old man whipped me often when he was alive, and his scolding words were also very classic: "Xiaozi, why do you laugh like an idiot? Is Grandmaster funny?"

Forgive me, Patriarch, what I just muttered is just fart, just pretend you didn't hear me.

As soon as I stepped out of the wreath shop's locked door, I was pulled into the car by Zhou Yan. Judging from the impatient look on his face, I guess he was anxious to wait.

"Xiao Zhou, if you are doing this today, no one else knows about it, right?" I asked worriedly. Logically speaking, the place where the corpse was placed must be guarded. If you are playing superstition in front of the policeman, isn't that asking for death?

"I just called Uncle Zhang. He said that no one was watching at the scene, but there was someone downstairs." Zhou Yan smiled: "The corpse of the deceased is so evil. Who dares to look at it at night?"

I nodded and asked casually: "Who is Uncle Zhang?"

"My old man's subordinate, Zhang Liguo, is the captain of the criminal police brigade." Zhou Yan thought for a while and told me: "You will act more trustworthy in a while. What Uncle Zhang hates most is people who pretend to be ghosts. You will figure it out later."

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Zhou Yan is a rich man, as I mentioned before.

His old man is Zhou Jianguo, the director of the Municipal Public Security Bureau, a very powerful figure. In today's terms, Zhou Yan is a second-generation official, and he is a standard second-generation official with real power.

Even so, this second-generation official does not like to use his father's power to become special. This can be seen from his willingness to be an ordinary forensic doctor.

Hearing Zhou Yan say this, I subconsciously pointed at myself: "Do you think I'm pretending to be a ghost?"

Zhou Yan thought thoughtfully for a while, then nodded firmly: "Like."
Chapter completed!