Volume Three: The Case of Hundred Ghosts at Night Chapter Eighty-Nine: Catching Ghosts
When Xing Qianqiu heard the news, he quickly found Duan Ming.
Along with Xing Qianqiu is Li Waner.
"Mr. Duan, do you want to catch ghosts?" Xing Qianqiu looked at Duan Ming doubtfully.
"That's right." Duan Ming nodded: "I have figured out the general routine of pretending to be a ghost. Although I haven't found the real murderer yet, it is enough to expose the conspiracy. By the way, how did you gain yesterday?"
"It's not good. The thieves seemed to have gotten the news and had already left when we arrived." Xing Qianqiu sighed.
"Are you so responsive?" Duan Ming frowned slightly: "Xu Shizhong and I were very careful yesterday, but we didn't expect that they would still notice us."
"But it's not completely without gain." Xing Qianqiu said, took out a book from his arms and handed it to Duan Ming: "This is the doctrine of the Immortality Cult, and almost everyone among the Immortality Cultists has a copy."
"This thing is of no use." Duan Ming sighed.
"By the way, we also went to the house next to Zhenbao Pavilion you mentioned, but the old woman you mentioned is no longer here, and all the heads inside were brought back," Xing Qianqiu said.
"Bury all those heads." Duan Ming nodded: "Finally let them bury them in peace."
"No need to check anymore?" Xing Qianqiu was stunned for a moment and asked doubtfully.
"No need." Duan Ming shook his head: "You can ask Sun Yamen and others to investigate and register the image characteristics of these people to see if there are any unsolved cases that can be used."
"Okay." Xing Qianqiu nodded.
Then Duan Ming, Xing Qianqiu, and Li Waner did not wander around anymore, but sat in the Mirror Department and waited quietly.
Soon, it was almost noon, and Duan Ming and the others set off for Zichu Street.
At this moment, Zichu Street was already crowded with people, all of whom were curious residents. They wanted to know how this lame old man in Nancheng solved the case.
The residents living on Zichu Street told everyone vividly about the legendary incident of "Nancheng Lame Lao Liu", especially the case of Linzhou Talented Scholar.
It was told vividly and vividly as if they were present at the scene.
And in a teahouse on Zichu Street, a group of people in white were standing quietly in a room on the second floor. In the center of the room was a young man who was slowly sipping tea - Master Chi Yuan.
"How are the preparations going?" Palace Master Chi Yuan took a sip of tea and frowned: "Is this the best tea here?"
"Preparations are complete." Qingcheng, who was standing aside, said in a deep voice, "It's just that I don't understand something."
"Say." Master Chi Yuan poured the tea on the ground, then waved his hand, and a member of the Immortality Sect stepped forward, took the teapot down, and brewed it again.
"Isn't the palace master trying to win over Mr. Duan? Why do you still do this?" Qingcheng said doubtfully.
"To win over is to win over, and to deal with it is to deal with it." Palace Master Chi Yuan said: "This is not a conflict."
"Before, I couldn't directly attack Duan Ming. I just took into account the reaction of the Mirror Department and it would be best if I could win over him."
"However, if we can take this opportunity to get rid of this person, there will be no harm to our Immortality Cult."
"But, if we can't get rid of him completely, how can we win him over next?" Qingcheng hesitated and said.
"Do you really think he can be won over so easily?" Palace Master Chi Yuan said with a smile, "Then you are underestimating him."
"But, last time..." Qingcheng frowned slightly.
"Don't be fooled by appearances." Palace Master Chi Yuan said solemnly: "He can bend and stretch, but this person is far more difficult to deal with than you think."
"I understand." Qingcheng nodded.
"Okay, the time is coming soon, you should hurry up and prepare." Palace Master Chi Yuan continued.
"Okay!" Qingcheng responded, and then quickly left here.
Soon, under everyone's expectant gaze, Duan Ming slowly arrived at Zichu Street.
However, Xing Qianqiu and Li Waner did not follow him, but led others to hide nearby.
Especially Meng Changkong, who was standing on a small building nearby, observing everything below.
What happens next is the most critical part of Duan Ming's entire plan. Who can win this game depends on the next direction.
"Look, he's coming!" Someone shouted, and everyone's eyes fell on Duan Ming.
Duan Ming was watched by everyone, but there was no expression change on his face as he slowly walked towards the direction of Luoyi Alley.
When the crowd saw Duan Ming approaching slowly, they hurriedly parted a path and Duan Ming walked across the road.
When Duan Ming reached the entrance of Luoyi Alley, he did not enter Luoyi Alley. Instead, he found a stool, sat on it, closed his eyes and rested his mind.
Everyone around was stunned when they saw Duan Ming's performance, wondering what was going on?
Could it be that Duan Ming wanted to catch ghosts by using his wandering mind?
As time passed, the crowd began to become restless.
"Woo... eh... the soul... is back..." At this moment, Duan Ming, whose eyes had been closed, suddenly opened his eyes and made a strange sound from his mouth, which made people feel very uneasy.
"Here, what is he doing?"
"I don't know, it sounds like a soul is calling..." The people around looked at each other, and their bodies trembled involuntarily.
"Woo... eh... the soul... is back..." Duan Ming ignored the reactions of the people around him and continued to shout.
At this moment, a person suddenly ran over not far away, with a very frightened expression on his face.
"It's not good, it's not good!" I saw the man shouting: "Ghost, the ghost is coming!"
Upon hearing this shout, everyone turned their eyes with a look of horror on their faces.
Is this lame old man from Nancheng really capable of this? He just shouted a few times and then he called the ghost here?
As everyone's eyes turned, a group of white figures slowly "floated" over from a distance.
That's right, under the bright sunshine, everyone saw very clearly the group of white figures whose white long clothes swayed slightly with the breeze, but there were no feet underneath!
"Oh my God, it's really a ghost, it's the ghost that night!" Some people who saw the Hundred Ghosts Walking at Night that day all screamed and trembled all over.
"Woo... eh... the soul... is back..." At this moment, Duan Ming's cry came again.
This time, the voice seemed to have passed through everyone's skin and penetrated directly into people's hearts.
Everyone seemed to have fallen into an ice cellar, and a chill shot from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads.
"Woooooooo!" As if in response to this voice, a burst of crying came from the ghosts, and at the same time, a white figure slowly floated up and shot straight into the sky!
