After seeing off Tian Can and his entourage, Liao Wenjie sat in the car and flipped through a booklet, which was about the size of a palm and contained about ten pages. It was thinner than a phone book in his hand.
Yan Zhen is a dishonest person. He is obviously here for his own reasons, but he still wants to save money if he can. As long as he doesn't speak out, Yan Zhen will dare to get away with it.
The system also gave him 500 financial points as a token, and sent him away like a beggar.
Obviously, Tiancan's strength value was ridiculously high, so he thought the reward this time would be huge.
"The book has its own golden house, and the book has its own Yan Ruyu. These people with special powers are all quite elegant..."
Liao Wenjie opened the brochure, and the same was true for Gao Jin, but Gao Jin was much more serious than Yan Zhen. The content of the white paper was full of weight, from thousands of techniques to telekinesis techniques, and finally there were actual examples of cracking special function gambling techniques.
Most of Yan Zhen's book is full of nonsense, and only the last page contains real information.
Liao Wenjie quickly scanned it and confirmed that it was similar to the white paper. It was also about the development and good use of mind power.
Different from the white paper that uses telekinesis to the extreme in detail, the mental method in Yan Zhen's booklet focuses on the explosive output of telekinesis to enhance the power of martial arts or special functions.
For example, if Liao Wenjie slaps Tathagata's palm, he can kill a cloud on the spot. With the help of this mind power method, the power is doubled, and he can kill two clouds with one slap.
Of course, this is just a metaphor, and how to control it depends on the user's own wishes.
What's more, practice makes perfect, and only by practicing diligently can you achieve the effect of killing two clouds with one slap.
"How to squander all the energy in your body in the shortest possible time? This idea is not very friendly to me!" Liao Wenjie muttered and drove to Mengluo Bar.
He said he was going to go two days ago, but was delayed due to Tiancan. To make up for his mistake, Liao Wenjie decided to say a few more sweet words tonight.
…
At nine o'clock, he took Meng Luo away from the bar and went straight to the mall to start shopping.
If you are reluctant to spend time with a woman, you must be willing to spend money. If you are reluctant to spend time with a woman, then I am sorry, it is only suitable for singles.
Leng Buding was taken to the shopping mall. Meng Luo didn't react at first, but then she became so excited that she dragged Liao Wenjie around the place, as excited as if she had been given a shot of blood.
Not only the clerk couldn't stand it, but Liao Wenjie couldn't bear it anymore because it was a waste of time to just watch and buy. He decisively spent 100,000 yuan and sent the reluctant Meng Luo home.
As usual, drink a glass of water before leaving.
At twelve o'clock, Liao Wenjie received a call from Cheng Wenjing. He shamelessly said that he would go back to the company to work overtime, but Meng Luo kicked him out of bed.
After waking up from a sweet dream, she remembered that she was a spare tire.
Meng Luo also thought about retaliating, by stoking the flames and giving Liao Wenjie's 'girlfriend' some color, such as planting a strawberry on his neck to declare her presence.
However, the skin was too thick, her lips were swollen, and Liao Wenjie's capillaries did not respond.
At one o'clock in the morning, Liao Wenjie rushed back to the villa, took a shower and went to bed, and coaxed Tang Zhudi to sleep. The latter gradually became accustomed to the strange relationship of sleeping in the same bed.
Judy Tang thought about refusing, but her body disagreed. Without Liao Wenjie by her side, she tossed and turned and couldn't sleep.
At two o'clock, Liao Wenjie slipped out of the bedroom and opened the unlocked door next door...
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"Uncle Feng, I haven't seen you for a few days, but you are energetic again."
At noon, Liao Wenjie received a call from Uncle Feng, drove to the hotel, and waited for Uncle Feng in the private room.
After a few words of greeting, Uncle Feng hurriedly shouted to stop, Liao Wenjie's flattery was too explicit, he was thin-skinned, and after just two words, he got goosebumps all over his body.
"Ajie, I will go back to Dongpingzhou this afternoon and ask you to meet me, mainly for two things."
Uncle Feng is vigorous and resolute, and gets straight to the point when he comes up.
The first thing is about Blackstone.
Last time Zhang Lihua took away a black stone and asked a professional to identify it. It was confirmed that the stone was man-made, wear-resistant, acid-resistant and high-temperature resistant, and the main material was a very common resin.
However, there are several additives in it that even Zhang Lihua’s professional friends cannot analyze.
"Ms. Zhang told me that the association attaches great importance to this matter. Once all the evidence is collected, they will ask for an explanation from Neon." Uncle Feng shook his head and asked for an explanation. He is taking the opportunity to ask for compensation. How will these benefits be divided?
…
"Uncle Feng, what about the second thing?"
Seeing Uncle Feng's unhappy look, Liao Wenjie didn't ask any more questions.
"I'll help you apply for a consultant position. The approval has been received."
Uncle Feng took out a police card and put it on the table: "The internal system of the police station has nothing to do with the association. You have a bad reputation in the association, but the police station doesn't care about that. They only know that you are from a clean background and are very close.
, so the review of the application almost got a green light all the way.”
Hong Kong Island's police card, to be precise, is called a police warrant card, which is somewhat different from that in mainland China.
Liao Wenjie looked at the photo on his police ID card and found that his position was still that of senior inspector. He couldn't help but look at Uncle Feng with doubts.
"Although they are staff, in essence, consultants are definitely non-staff. You and I are different. It is equivalent to an external employment relationship, and there is no salary."
Uncle Feng explained: "There is a certificate that facilitates your entry and exit from the case scene, but don't think about it. It is just a well-documented identity certificate, and you have no possibility of promotion."
"No, Uncle Feng, you misunderstood me."
Liao Wenjie put away his ID and glanced into Uncle Feng's pocket: "Where is the police gun? Where is the police gun assigned to me?"
Uncle Feng: "..."
"Uncle Feng, could it be that you lost your police gun, so you replaced it with mine?"
Liao Wenjie was surprised: "Calm down, there are no identical guns in the world, and it will be useless if you take it. Sooner or later, you will be found out. Before it is too late, I will pretend that I don't know and won't tell anyone..."
"Stop dreaming. You don't have a police gun. If something happens, someone will take the initiative to contact you."
Uncle Feng lowered his head to eat the food and hurried back to Dongpingzhou. In addition to understanding the case, there was another important reason.
Niece Alian wants to come to the city to visit him. Regardless of whether it is an excuse or not, Uncle Feng will not let her succeed. The city is too dangerous, and playboys like Liao Wenjie can be seen anytime and anywhere.
"By the way, Uncle Feng, have you encountered anything weird in the past two days?"
Liao Wenjie started to talk nonsense. With Uncle Feng's face, he was destined to never have peace in his life. He would bump into ghosts once every three to five days, just like a common occurrence.
"No."
Uncle Feng shook his head in a concise and concise manner. As a Taoist priest who has been involved in the world for many years, he deeply understands the principle that if you don't benefit, you can't start early.
Therefore, until now, he has not figured out where Liao Wenjie's enthusiasm for chivalry comes from. He is not a villain, but evaluates based on facts, words and deeds. Liao Wenjie does not look like the type of selfless dedication.
That’s weird!
"Then Uncle Feng, have you heard any rumors, such as..."
"No, nothing."
"That's it..."
Liao Wenjie nodded in disappointment, thinking about giving Zhou Xingxing a call later. This guy was covered in dark clouds and was unlucky enough to be struck by lightning every day, so he would definitely not be disappointed.
"I don't have it here, but it's not necessarily the case with Jingyuan."
Uncle Feng had the mentality of a dead monk but a poor man, and said: "I talked to him on the phone yesterday, and he told me that he had a big job to do tonight. If you have nothing to do, you can go and harm him."
Jingyuan has recently learned to make phone calls, making three calls every morning, noon and evening, which annoys Uncle Feng very much.
The most outrageous thing is that in the early hours of this morning, Jingyuan called Uncle Feng and asked him what time it was. Uncle Feng was furious and said he didn't know the time. Jingyuan calmly recited "Amitabha" and told Feng the exact time.
uncle.
It's because you don't know the time that I called you specifically to tell you.
"Master Jingyuan is going to have a rest tonight!"
Liao Wenjie's eyes lit up, he took out his cell phone and called, and the other party answered the call almost instantly.
Five minutes later, when Liao Wenjie hung up the phone, Uncle Feng subconsciously asked: "Ajie, what evil thing is the monk going to do tonight?"
"A building is haunted. Master Jingyuan is going to slay demons tonight. Well, it's free."
"At night, why not during the day?"
"That's what I asked. Master Jingyuan said that there was something wrong with the feng shui of that building. During the day, the ghosts disappeared without a trace. It was only after midnight that it was easy to take action." Liao Wenjie explained.
"Ajie, ask the monk if he wants my help?"
"No, I have agreed with Master Jingyuan that we will go find him in the afternoon. He will be the main attack tonight and I will help hold down the formation." Liao Wenjie waved his hand. He was best at dealing with ghosts, and joining forces with Jingyuan was enough.
Uncle Feng nodded and said nothing more.
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At eight o'clock in the evening, Liao Wenjie drove to Fenglin Building, accompanied by Jing Yuan. The car was filled with large and small bags, all of which were magic tools for catching ghosts.
"Master, I finally understand why you are so happy as soon as you answer the phone. Relationships lack a coolie to sell goods." Liao Wenjie couldn't help but complain as he carried large and small bags.
"Ajie, you think too much. Even without you, the landlord will drag my things for me."
Jingyuan also had large and small bags hanging on her body. While moving things, she talked about the situation in the building.
Two days ago, he and Liao Wenjie parted ways. His hands were itchy and he wanted to find a few evil spirits who had done bad things and use Buddhist magical powers to convert them on the spot.
I don’t know whether it was due to good luck or other reasons, but after wandering for five kilometers, I stopped at the entrance of Maplewood Building.
In the past two months, Maplewood Building has been rumored to be haunted, and tenants have been rushing to move out, so it has been in the gossip news.
At the beginning, tenants reported that there was a ghost in the building and were frightened. Recently, however, the situation has intensified, and some people even hanged themselves and were sent to the hospital.
The reputation was getting worse and worse, and the landlord was very worried. He asked people to find "masters" who were well-known far and wide, but the results were not satisfactory. It was the same as it was before, and it is still the same now.
Jing Yuan took the initiative to come to the house without asking for any money, so the landlord decided to give him a chance.
"I wandered around the building last night, and the ghosts here were very cunning. They avoided me and refused to show up. Today, I will take all the guys together and set up a large array to summon spirits to see where they go."
Soul-calling array!
Liao Wenjie pursed his lips, took out a money sword from his arms, thought about it before stuffing it back, and handed three copper coins into Jing Yuan's hand.
"Master Jingyuan, please explain this soul-calling formation in detail, I think it may be related to me.
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