Just as the second uncle and Aunt Fang came out, I pulled the second uncle aside: "Second uncle! We saw Uncle Han and Aunt Qi just now! They said that the teacher in charge of Han Ziqi's school day was injected with sleeping pills! Look!"
I pointed to the policemen in the east: "All the policemen are here!"
"What?" The second uncle's eyes widened in surprise, "What did they tell you?"
"No." I shook my head, "Uncle Han chased a doctor and asked, we heard it!"
The second uncle held the test sheet and the prescription note in one hand, and rubbed his chin back and forth with the other hand. After rubbing it for a while, he suddenly said: "Before that, your Uncle Han said that Teacher Shan didn't wake up. That should be the reason. It seems that someone didn't want to let him go."
She wakes up."
Why is the second uncle still laughing?
"If Teacher Shan doesn't wake up, don't you know who that aunt is? Second uncle, why are you still laughing?" I pouted unhappily. Han Ziqi is my friend now, so I am naturally worried about him.
The second uncle bent down and grabbed my nose and said, "Girl Yun, when the police find the murderer, we will naturally be able to follow the clues and find the previous tenant. And the murderer must be more familiar with the person who took Han Ziqi away than Teacher Shan."
"Oh! So that's it!" I looked up at my second uncle's confident look. Why didn't I think of that?
The second uncle held my hand and walked back: "Just wait for the news from Uncle Han. Let's go to Duan Niu's house first."
I rubbed my nose and felt inexplicably a little calmer. It seemed that I could see the light of day about Han Ziqi's resurrection.
Aunt Fang didn't ask me why I took my second uncle away. We got in the car and went all the way to Fang Zhongyu's grandfather's house.
The second time I came here, I was still blinded by the dazzling array of high-end furniture, but when I came in, the ring-shaped jade around my neck was still heating up.
Grandpa Fang Zhongyu has a lot of family members. Except for the aunt I met yesterday, I have never met the rest of them, but they seem to have come to see Grandpa Fang Zhongyu.
Fang Zhongyu's grandfather was sitting in the middle of the living room, with an incense burner in front of him. The incense burnt on the burner, the smoke drifted downwards... It was indeed for ghosts.
He muttered and swayed around with his eyes closed, and occasionally yawned. He really seemed to be watching things.
There was also a palm-sized mass of black air on top of his head, which looked strange and made me very uncomfortable.
There was a man in a suit sitting in front of Grandpa Fang Zhongyu, his face covered with sweat, waiting for him to speak.
Aunt Fang squeezed her hands together tightly and then released them. She turned back to look at her second uncle with worried eyes, but did not say anything directly and led us to the side hall.
Last time we stayed in the side hall. In the side hall stood the hall entrance of Grandpa Fang Zhongyu. As soon as I entered the side hall, I saw that the hall entrance was also beginning to be filled with black air.
The second uncle poked the back of my head: "Girl Yun, what did you see?"
I looked at Aunt Fang. She was also waiting for me to speak seriously. Could it be that my second uncle had already told her that I could see ghosts?
I sniffed and said, "Second uncle, the hall also has the same black air as Grandpa Fang Zhongyu's head."
The second uncle nodded, with a solemn expression: "There are a lot of evil spirits in this hall. Look at the names on the red hall list, none of them are serious immortals. Look at the incense burner. Mr. Duan probably didn't break it all night long."
Xianghuo, the strength of those vicious ghosts has increased greatly today, so that you can see the black energy in the hall."
I nodded in understanding. Although I didn't understand what my second uncle meant specifically, I could see the incense burner that looked like a water tank.
Yesterday, the uncooked rice was eighty percent full, and the incense ash that fell today not only filled up the remaining space, but also overflowed a lot on the ground.
Aunt Fang's nervous voice trembled: "Second brother, what should we do?"
Aunt Fang's eyes were red, her lips turned white in an instant, and she looked very worried.
The second uncle asked her to calm down and asked me to look at Grandpa Fang Zhongyu through the fence behind the sofa.
I lay on the sofa, looked through the gap in the fence, and suddenly gasped.
Before, at the gate, Grandpa Fang Zhongyu was surrounded, so he didn't see much clearly. Now when he looked past Grandpa Fang Zhongyu, he saw only those waiting pilgrims, and each one of them had a ghost.
Some are black, some are red, and some are cyan. They are either lying on people's shoulders and grabbing the flesh of other people's chests, or they are wrapped around other people's legs and biting their knees tightly.
There were people lying in any position, and those who were haunted by ghosts were covering the bitten parts, either inhaling in pain or breaking out in cold sweat.
This scene is so scary no matter how you look at it.
"How is it? Really?" My second uncle's voice sounded behind me.
I turned around and nodded, my little face tightening: "Second uncle, there are ghosts in them."
Aunt Fang sat down on the small chair behind her second uncle in despair: "It's really what you said...heitangkou."
Aunt Fang cheered up again, her eyes covered with thin tears, grabbed her second uncle's hand and said, "Second brother, you must save my dad!"
I saw that the second uncle's eyes fell on the hand she was holding. The second uncle resisted twitching his brows twice. He probably wanted to pull his hand out, but he didn't.
"Sister, don't worry, I won't just sit idly by. There are too many people now. Let's wait until everyone has left." After the second uncle finished speaking, he took out his hand.
Hey, if the second uncle is like this, when will he find a wife?
But it seems hard to find the second uncle with Lulu and us.
I sighed and turned my head to look at Grandpa Fang Zhongyu again.
Behind the man in the suit in front of him stood a female ghost in red. Her hands were green and gray, and her nails were long and red. The nails on both hands were inserted into the man's head.
Her long hair was also messy, covering her face like a mop.
She seemed to feel my gaze and suddenly turned her head, which scared me so much that I turned back!
However, I still saw that her face was full of rotten holes, and her eyes only had whites and no black eyes.
At this time, we heard the old voice of Grandpa Fang Zhongyu: "After asking, the old fairy told me that you have had a headache for several days, especially in the middle of the night, your temples are prone to gouge and hurt, and you can't sleep well.
You can't find anything wrong even if you go to the hospital, right?"
After he finished speaking, he started coughing violently, and it sounded like his lungs were about to burst out.
The man in the suit immediately said in surprise: "Yes!"
The people around who were waiting also became excited.
"Young man, is Mr. Duan really right? Don't delay!"
"I promise I'm not! Uncle Duan is right! Uncle Duan, what on earth is going on with me!"
"Oh my god, another half-immortal is coming to our Lotus City!"
Listening to those people's compliments to Grandpa Fang Zhongyu, I curled my lips indifferently.
What kind of half-immortal is he who uses ghosts to harm people and directs and acts on his own?
I secretly turned my head and looked over again. Grandpa Fang Zhongyu pinched a handful of ashes in the incense burner, asked the man in the suit to open his mouth, and then threw it into his mouth.
The man in the suit still disliked the smell of incense ash, but the moment he swallowed the ash, the female ghost in red suddenly let go of him, followed the gap in the fence, passed over my head, and floated into the hall.
The man's scream of joy rang out in the living room: "It doesn't hurt anymore! It really doesn't hurt anymore! Uncle Duan, you are like a living immortal!"