At this time, the investigators in the car almost stood up, looking at Fat Sun almost in surprise. At this time, Fat Sun was already standing up tremblingly. When I was about to find him for bad luck, I suddenly heard an investigator shouting, "Old Mo! What's wrong with you, Lao Mo?" Then I saw Old Mo lying on the ground foaming and twitching. Ximen Lian, who was in the same room as Lao Mo, had already run to the front, unbuttoned Lao Mo's coat and top, and put it in his pocket.

I found a bottle of medicine inside, poured it down, and then lay him on the ground. Seeing that Lao Mo's twitching frequency gradually decreased, Ximen Lian breathed out: "Lao Mo has a heart disease. This time he has recovered. He almost went over just now. Next time... the Great Sage will give a prompt early." Fatty Sun frowned and looked at Lao Mo lying on the ground, as if he had something but couldn't say it. I understand what he wanted to say: If he had a heart disease, he would still be in the polls office...

Seeing that Lao Mo was fine, Fatty Sun was going to put the mp3 back in his pocket. I was beside him and snatched the mp3: "Sage, when did you record it? Why don't I know?" Fatty Sun looked at me and grinned and said: "Which was recorded by me? When I came back from Tianshan, I took the time to find Yang Jun and asked him and Ouyang Panzuo to record it for me. I only recorded it yesterday. Before I could tell you. Lazi, it wasn't me that I would feel at ease wherever I went. Then what, this is with Bluetooth. I will pass it to you if I have the chance."

"Don't wait for the chance..." I said as I took out my phone and sent the things in the mp3 to my phone. The "Evil" sound was extremely small in capacity and it was already transmitted in a flash. I returned the mp3 to Fatty Sun. I pointed to the stiff souls in the two surrounding cars and said to Fatty Sun: "What should they do?"

"It's okay, they can recover by themselves in a while. After Yang Jun finished recording, he told me that the black cat's scream had been controlled very little, which could temporarily numb people's muscles, but it still mainly made the soul lose its ability to move within a certain period of time, and they can recover by themselves in a while." Fatty Sun said as he suddenly thought of something, "Didn't I say, if we shouted them before we set off, how much trouble would we be able to lose?"

I looked at the place where the soul I had just struck disappeared, looked up at the speaker and camera on my head, and called Monk Xiao: "Old Xiao, did you see it just now? What is that soul?" After a while on the other end of the phone, I only said one word: "Voice."

"克" I repeated the word "克" and Fatty Sun didn't understand it. He waited until I hung up the phone and looked at me and said, "Sword? What sword did Master Xiao say?" I gasped and said, "After a person dies, he becomes a ghost, and after death, he becomes a voice, and the voice becomes nothing after death. In theory, ghosts are afraid of sounds, more than people are afraid of ghosts. I have read records in the information room. There was a period of time in the Tang Dynasty, the talisman used to expel ghosts on the gate was the word "克" written in seal script, saying that this kind of talisman is pasted, and all sneaks must be far away from thousands of miles away."

Xiong Wanyi and Ximen Lian also came over when they heard what I said. Ximen Master looked at me and seemed to have heard something: "Guest Xiao said it was 'vocal'? He was wrong. Voice could not stand the yang energy. In theory, it only appeared in a very small number of areas of the Yin world. From ancient times to the present, Voice only appeared in the extreme Yin sun. Its frequency can be counted with one hand. Moreover, even in the Yin world, there are not much more Voice than giant pandas. How can it appear so easily here? It is still mixed in these souls? Spicy, Consultant Xiao is definitely wrong. Not to mention the Popular Investigation Bureau, even the Religious Commission before the Liberation has never had any real cases of Voice. All Voices appearing in the Yang world are in the text of the information."

When Ximen Lian spoke, I had already begun to recall the records about voices in the information room. When he finished speaking, I almost remembered the few information about voices that I had read. Looking at Ximen Lian's expression of disapproval, I said, "Great official, the soul just now is probably the voice. The scene in "Five Flavors" in the Ming Dynasty said that the voice appeared: 'Voice appears, hundreds of ghosts fought in a terror.' It was exactly the same as before."

As I said that, I knocked on the window frame of the carriage with my hand, and the runes of gathering the yin were densely filled with some runes of gathering the yin: "Besides, this train and carriage have been transformed, and it should be added with a lot of gathering the yin. You have seen it just now. When the soul came in, it was a bit too physical. Now, 80% of them don't use the sky eye. As long as people with a slightly stronger sense of five senses can see these souls. This train is simply an acquired extremely yin land."

After hearing my words, Ximen Lian was also recalling these words from the Ming Dynasty "Five Flavors". He did not argue anymore, but he could still see that he still refused to easily believe that the soul just now was the sound. After a while, the souls around him began to slowly return to normal. The soul, which was already so crazy that he had just stood there with his head down.

Since most of the souls in the carriage guarded by Lao Mo and the others had disappeared, we were also suffering from some loss. Lao Mo had another heart disease. Although his condition was under control, he still could not do vigorous activities. Several of us discussed and placed all the souls in our carriage. The vacant carriage was cheaper. An investigator with a good relationship with Lao Mo was left in the carriage to take care of him.

The remaining two investigators also entered our carriage. They, Xiong Wanyi and Ximen Lian were both in Room 2. The four of them simply gathered together. Fatty Sun and I continued to guard the other end and surrounded the souls in the middle. The train continued to move slowly for more than an hour. During this period, Monk Xiao came over and took a look. The soul with him should have been locked in the carriage. Monk Xiao asked us about the details about the sound just now, but when we asked him why the sound was mixed in the soul, Monk Xiao frowned and said, "Now I don't care about the sound. Let's talk about it after this task is completed. When this task is over, you Director Gao will give an explanation."

Monk Xiao didn't stay in our carriage for a long time. Before I could ask who the soul of entering the carriage with him was, Monk Xiao walked back non-stop. It seemed that he was not at ease to stay in the carriage. After Monk Xiao left, we found the food stored in the carriage, namely bread, sausage, pickled vegetables and other things. The bread was not tightly packaged and it was already a bit dry and hard. With mineral water, we made up for this meal. Fatty Sun frowned almost from beginning to end. In the polls bureau, when it comes to food and drink, the ones who can be more picky than him were probably director Gao Liang and Monk Xiao.

"It's not me that if I had known that this was the case, I would have brought food to me. It would be better than bread and pickled vegetables anyway." Fatty Sun swallowed his last bite of bread and said to me with a frown. I glanced at him and said, "Some of them are good to eat. If you look at them again, they will have to eat these things for the next life." After I said that, Fatty Sun glared at me: "Is it interesting to compare them with me?"

Just when we were a little bored, the door behind us was opened. Fatty Sun and I thought it was the investigator responsible for taking care of Lao Mo in the front carriage, and we didn't care. However, Xiong Wanyi and the other four were stunned after looking at us. Fatty Sun and I felt something was wrong. When we turned around, we saw two black barrels facing our heads. Three people stood behind us, two and a half-old boys holding a five-shot line in their hands. A half-big old man in the lead held a handful of imitation May Fourth, bared his mouth and said, "Don't move! Brothers are asking for money, not life. Everyone cooperates to ensure that no hair is hurt. If you want to be a martyr, you won't stop me and send you one by one. But before becoming a martyr, think about your parents, wife and children, and whether it is worth being a martyr for a little money."

After the old man finished speaking, he pointed at Fat Sun's head with May 4 in his hand and said, "Little Fatty, you are the first one. Hand over all the valuable things, don't let the big brother worry! We are seeking money, don't pay your life." Fat Sun looked at his gun, sighed, and muttered: "It's not me that I'm saying, I don't know if you are unlucky or if we are unlucky..."

The half-baby behind Fatty Sun stabbed him in the back with the barrel and shouted at Fatty Sun: "Where does it come from so much nonsense? If you ask you to pay, you can pay. If you want to talk nonsense, try talking nonsense? Believe it or not, I will make a hole for you in the back!" Fatty Sun's face became a little ugly at this time. After being in the polls office for a long time, he has been indifferent to life and death. Now that he is being pushed by such a hunting rifle, he remembers that we are all mortals, and we vomit when we drink too much, and it is almost impossible to feel like we are shot by a shot...

"Isn't it just money? I have it, take it to the flowers... Jianghu emergency, I understand. It's not me, I missed my brother back then, too..." Fatty Sun was talking nonsense, his hand was already in his clothes, looking at the position where he reached his hand, and was heading for the pistol. While the three troop robbers were on Fat Sun, I bent down slightly, letting the barrel stagger the vital position of my body. At the same time, my right hand was already in my coat, and I was just looking at it.

When I was about to touch the pistol, the old man in the lead suddenly pressed the pistol against Fatty Sun's head: "Stretch out your hand..." Fatty Sun could only helplessly retract his hand. The half-baby behind me also came back to my senses and pushed the gun of the hunting rifle to my back. I felt a little annoyed. Although I was from a special forces soldier, the skill of snatching the blade with empty hands was not my strength. I dared not act rashly anymore, and the movements in my hand stopped.

The old man saw Fatty Sun's hand stretching out and said to the half-baby behind Fatty Sun, "Erlangzi, this fat man seems to be scheming, take out the money for him." Erlangzi agreed and reached into Fatty Sun's arms. He first took out Fatty Sun's wallet. When he reached out again, his face suddenly changed. He stared at Fatty Sun, his eyes wider. When his hand was pulled back, he held the pistol placed on Fatty Sun's waist: "Uncle, he has a gun!"

The old man was also shocked. He thought that Fatty Sun had at most a dagger, a fruit knife, or something, but he didn't expect to find a pistol on him. The old man reached out to take the pistol handed over by Erlangzi, took a look, and the two pistols were pressed on my head and Fatty Sun's heads, and said to the half-baby behind me: "Bangmao, search him!"

The man named Bangchi hesitated for a moment, and carefully touched the position where I could hide the gun through the coat. After a few strokes, he touched the pistol on my back: "Uncle, he also has a gun!" As he said that, he braved his courage to lift my coat, and the pistol on my waist was exposed. Bangchi was not very brave, and his face had changed at this time. He said to the old man, "Uncle, they have a gun, so let's take it away!"

"Take it off!" The old man kicked Bangmai in the leg, "We also have a gun! He put his gun down!" Bangmai trembled and pulled out my pistol: "Uncle, what should I do now?" "Put it away!" The old man kicked him again, "I said I won't take you out for business, I'll just cause me trouble. Next time, even if your mother makes a fuss, I won't take you out! If you take you out for business, you are my uncle!"

The old man's original plan was that he would hold back and let Erlangzi and Bangcui rob, but he didn't expect that the first two would not go smoothly. The old man was from a nearby village. He had done more than a dozen similar transactions in other provinces more than ten years ago. Later, he cracked down on the taxi bandit Lubo, and the investigation was strict, so he ran back. When he was snatching the money he had allocated to the train, he had already eaten, drunk, and gambling. When he came back, he had only the clothes he had secretly left, and the money in his pocket was less than one yuan. Later, with the support of his two sisters, he opened a small shop in the village, which was considered a livelihood. Unfortunately, when he was playing cards before the New Year, the small shop lost to the second fool in the same village.

A few days ago, when the railway sent someone to check the railway tracks, the old man noticed that this line has been useless for many years. Now he comes to the maintenance and shows that there is a train passing through this line recently. The old man began to feel excited. He borrowed a motorcycle and walked back and forth along the railway several times. After picking it up, he felt that he was alone and so he simply called his two nephews to come and help.

When the train arrived tonight, the old man didn't expect the train to drive surprisingly slowly, and he could jump on the train with just a few steps. He originally thought that God opened his eyes and made a lot of money, but later facts proved that for them tonight, God didn't go to work at all...

"What the hell are you two doing?" The old man said with two guns in his hand against Fatty Sun and me. Fatty Sun turned around and looked at him and smiled, saying, "We are in the same place. We both wanted to do something in front of us, but I didn't expect you to intercept it. The rules of the world are about coming first and coming later. Do you think it's right..." Before Fatty Sun finished speaking, he was slapped in the neck: "Who told you to come first and come later? Believe it or not, I'll let you go to the King of Hell to report first?"

As soon as Erlangzi said this, the souls in the carriage looked up at Erlangzi at the same time. The old man said, "Don't talk nonsense to him, don't care if he is on the way. Search his body and see what valuable things there are." Erlangzi once again reached out to find the mp3 in Fatty Sun's pocket.

"This is good, what are the recordings in it?" Erlangzi said to himself, starting to look for the play button above. Including Zhonghunpo and Xiong Wanyi and others, we all reached out and blocked our ears. Unfortunately, Erlangzi fiddled with it for a long time, but did not open the mp3, and finally put the mp3 in his pocket. The old man was a little impatient: "Can you die if you take it home and try it? There are so many people in front, why are you still standing there?"
Chapter completed!