They went downstairs, met, and went straight to the restaurant.
Soon, the bottle of wine was emptied, and the
two of them laughed heartily.
When this old classmate and brother met, they
naturally had endless words to say and
endless memories.
One moment, he was talking about the girl next door,
and the next moment, he was talking about the politics teacher who fell down the stairs.
They chatted happily.
As they chatted, they unknowingly talked about Yang Xiaoling's daughter, Yang Mi.
Sun Zhengyuan laughed and said,
"Old Yang, you gave birth to a good daughter. She's not like my kid. He can simply drive people to death."”
Father Yang looked smug.
Yang Mi had always been his pride. When he
heard his old classmate mention it,
he was naturally very proud.
"Why don't you see whose genes it is? How can it be wrong? Haha."
"I said you're fat, and you're still panting. It's clearly Mimi who did her best. What does it have to do with you?”
"What do you mean it doesn't matter? Without my training, would Mimi be where she is today?”
Father Yang said indignantly. He looked at Sun Zhengyuan and asked,
"By the way, I haven't asked you why you're in Beijing.”
Sun Zhengyuan sighed.
"I encountered a tricky case…Sigh, I don't really call it a case. In short, it's just a 12-foot-tall monk who can't figure it out. It's really mysterious and evil."”
Yang Xiaoling asked curiously,"What the f * ck? Is there a case that you, Detective Sun, can't solve?" My damn curiosity, is it convenient? If it's convenient, tell me a little and let me be happy.”
Sun Zhengyuan said angrily,"You're still happy? My head is getting big. Ten lives."”
"Ten lives?" Yang Lingxiao was shocked. Are you kidding me? Wasn't this a shocking case? Why didn't I hear anything?”
Although the two of them were not in the same city, they were still in the same system.
How could they not know about such a big case with ten lives?
"That's the evil part, and it involves some mysterious things. In short, I can't explain it clearly in one or two sentences.”
"Forty-two rounds?"
Yang Lingxiao was stunned again.
Forty-two rounds, the average person would definitely not know.
This was a department that the country specially used to deal with mysterious times.
Although it was called Division 42 and looked like a number,
in fact, there was no 41 or 40 in front of it. It was the only one in the country
.
Moreover, there were not many people in it,
only about ten in total.
The 42nd Bureau was called the 42nd Bureau of Feng Shui. The
name had the word "Feng Shui" in it,
but in fact, they did not look at Feng Shui.
Instead, they specialized in dealing with mysterious matters that the police could not solve.
"That kind of thing?"
Yang Xiaoling asked in a low voice.
"You can say that, but not really. In short, I'm also very confused now.”
Sun Zhengyuan sighed.
Seeing this, Yang Lingxiao didn't ask further. Instead, he said,
"Forget it, forget it. Let's drink. We'll talk about work tomorrow."”
"That's right. Let's drink. We won't go home until we're drunk today.”
Sun Zhengyuan also put down his thoughts for the time being and raised his glass to invite them to get drunk.
After drinking for a while, Yang Lingxiao suddenly received a call from Yang Chunling,
telling him to drink less. He still had to bring Yang Mi to the White Cloud Temple tomorrow.
Baiyun Temple was the largest Taoist building in Shangjing and
one of the most famous Taoist temples in China.
It was built during the Kaiyuan period of Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty and has a history of more than 1200 years.
In the Jin Dynasty, it was called Taiji Palace. Emperor Taizu of Yuan Dynasty gave it to Qiu Chuji, the immortal of Changchun, to live and
renamed it Changchun Palace.
Later, the White Cloud Temple was built, and
Zhenren Qiu was buried here after his death.
The current building was rebuilt in the Qing Dynasty.
It has been passed down to this day.
The person Yang Chunling wanted to visit the next day
was the current abbot of the White Cloud Temple,
Taoist Priest Wu Chengzhen of the Earth Path.
He was the disciple of the Taoist master Xie Jinxin.
Kun Dao was female.
Master Wu Chengzhen was the only female abbot in the history of White Cloud Temple.
"
Baiyun Temple?" Sun Zhengyuan asked curiously after hanging up the phone. Go and ask for lots?"
Master Wu Chengzhen was famous for his divination skills. It was
said that he was very effective.
Yang Xiaoling sighed and said,
"Sigh, it's all because of my Mimi. She had a little trouble on the show yesterday. Your sister-in-law insisted on bringing her to Baiyun Temple tomorrow to seek peace of mind."”
Sun Zhengyuan was even more curious.
"I met a little troublemaker during the show. Why do I need to go to Baiyun Temple?" Did you run into an evil spirit?"
He was originally joking,
but he did not expect Yang Xiaoling to say,
"I guess so. It's a live broadcast and an interaction program. I met a strange internet celebrity who does business with the dead. He used some paper figurine to broadcast and even followed Mimi…"
Sun Zhengyuan widened his eyes.
Internet celebrity?
A dead man's business?
Pay attention?
Why did it sound so familiar?
"F * ck, could it be…"
He opened his mouth in shock and asked,
"Is the person you're talking about called…Burial Road?"”
He asked in a daze.
"Yes, yes, yes. It's a funeral along the way. The netizens seemed to call him something…Mhm, Master Fa.”
"You know this person?"
Yang Xiaoling asked in confusion.
However, she did not realize that Sun Zhengyuan's expression had changed.
He put down his wine glass and stared at Yang Lingxiao
.”
"Yeah, this is an interaction live broadcast. This person is also strange. He clicked on the link and even advertised in Mimi's live broadcast room. He said something about professional Yin Yang or something.”
Sun Zhengyuan's expression became even more serious.
"Professional Yin-Yang. You'll have no worries after you die. You can get a 10% discount if you book in advance!" Is it this sentence?"
"Yes, yes, that's it. Eh, did you watch Mimi's live broadcast?”
Yang Xiaoling asked in a daze.
Sun Zhengyuan stopped talking.
He slowly leaned back.
After a long while, a bitter smile appeared on his face.
"Old Yang, Mimi…Sigh…Mimi is really in trouble this time."”
Yang Xiaoling was stunned. He had a bad feeling
. Speak clearly."
"
Sigh, Old Yang, do you know who I came to Shangjing for?" Sun Zhengyuan smiled bitterly.”
"Who…F * ck, could it be that this is the funeral?”
Yang Xiaoling opened his mouth wide.
"That's right. I came to Beijing to visit Bureau 42 for this Master Fa.”
Yang Xiaoling's eyes widened. He suddenly remembered what Yang Xiaoling had said earlier. He asked in surprise,
"You said…ten lives. He…This Master Fa is a murderer?"”
"No," Sun Zhengyuan shook his head.
"Although these ten lives are more or less related to Master Fa, but... Sigh, I don't know how to tell you."”
He paused for a moment before continuing,
"In short, this person is very strange."”
"How so?"
Yang Xiaoling asked.
"The netizens gave him a nickname. Do you know what it is?”
"What?"
"The God of Death who walks in the human world.”
"Walking in the mortal world…Death? What do you mean?"
"Simply put, anyone who is paid attention to by him will have an accident in the near future.”
"Follow? Must have a plan…Wait, you mean our Mimi…?？？”
Yang Xiaoling's eyes widened.
"Yes, this person first became popular when he was following another food broadcast called Super Big Belly. Then, that night, the food broadcast passed away from a heart attack.”
Yang Xiaoling was stunned.
"Do you think it's a coincidence? I thought so too at first, but do you know what happened after that?”
Sun Zhengyuan's face was also a little pale. He continued,
"After that, he followed an outdoor streamer called Big Mouth Cycling. That night, the streamer got into a car accident and died after being penetrated by steel bars.”
Yang Xiaoling's jaw dropped.
"Don't be so surprised yet, things aren't over yet.
While he was paying attention to the biker, he also paid attention to two other streamers. One was called 'It's Your Baby' and the other was called 'Knock Down The Mountain'.”
"And these two streamers also died in accidents one after another.”
Sun
Zhengyuan smiled bitterly
. But the evil is still behind."
"Hug Qiqi, a beautiful live streamer. He paid attention to her when she was doing an outdoor live broadcast.
The live streamer was crushed to death by a hanging basket at the construction site under the watchful eyes of millions of netizens. Her death was too horrible to look at.”
"After that, Master Fa took over the funeral of Huoqi Qi. At the funeral, Huoqi Qi's coffin fell and crushed her brother and his two friends.”
"And before this, these three people were all paid attention to by Master Fa.”
At this point, Sun Zhengyuan picked up his glass and
took a big gulp of wine.
It seemed that only alcohol could suppress his emotions.
Both of them fell silent. After a
long while,
Yang Xiaoling, whose face was pale, asked,
"Is it possible that this is all…a coincidence?"”
After saying that, even he felt that it was a little ridiculous.
Once was a coincidence, twice was a coincidence,
but eight times,
eight times, were all coincidences?
Sun Zhengyuan put down his wine glass and wiped his face with a bitter smile.
"Alright, even if these eight people are coincidences, the ninth person definitely can't be explained by coincidence."”
"There's…there's a ninth one?”
Yang Xiaoling was shocked.
"Yes, and you know this ninth person. His nickname is Scorpion.”
"Scorpion?" Yang Xiaoling was stunned
. Hao Wenlong? The A-class one? Didn't the internal announcement say that he died overseas? Could it be…related to Master Fa?"
"It's not just related. At that time, Scorpion went to Yingjiang's house and even started a live broadcast to mock us. It made us so angry that our teeth hurt. Then,
Master Fa came and followed him. He sent an advertisement and in the end, Scorpion went silent.”
"Do you know what the most ridiculous thing is? F * ck, just thinking about it makes my hair stand on end.”
"What?" Yang Xiaoling asked.
"The most ridiculous thing was that a netizen in the live broadcast room asked Master Fa how to kill Scorpion. Master Fa said that he would treat him to a bullet.”
Sun Zhengyuan's hands trembled slightly, and a little of the wine in his glass spilled.
It seemed that even now, he still could not forget the scene of that day.
"The most ridiculous thing is that just a few minutes after he said the words 'please eat a bullet' and became famous, Scorpion was robbed and shot in the head.”
"What?"
Yang Xiaoling was so shocked that the wine bottle in his hand fell to the ground and
shattered into pieces.
But he did not notice it at all. Instead, he exclaimed,
"Scorpion really ate…a bullet?”
Sun Zhengyuan said dejectedly,
"Why else would I say that this person is evil? He said he would be shot, and he really was shot. There was no discount at all."”
"At that time, our entire criminal police team was shocked.”
"I feel cold all over, and my hair stands on end.”
"Do you understand that feeling? It's like there's an invisible death god standing behind you, holding a sickle and ready to reap your life at any time.”
"It's creepy!"
Sun Zhengyuan gulped down another mouthful of wine,
but he accidentally choked himself and coughed loudly.
Yang Xiaoling was stunned, his
mind blank.
He wanted to say that this was also a coincidence.
But…
he couldn't say it.
After a while,
he opened a bottle of wine with his trembling hands. After
pouring Sun Zhengyuan a glass of wine, he asked,
"There's…there's one more…"
Sun Zhengyuan said ten lives,
but now
he only said nine?
Sun Zhengyuan looked at him.
"Are you sure you want to listen to the tenth one?”
"The tenth…is there any difference?”
Yang Xiaoling's hand trembled again.
"Nothing is different. The ending is still the same. The only difference is..."
Sun Zhengyuan took a deep breath. His face turned pale again
as if he was recalling what happened that day.
"The only difference is…this person died under the protection of my men.”
Yang Xiaoling gasped.
"Under your…protection?"”
"Hmm, after the death of the scorpion, I still don't believe in evil, just found the master, the next, the attention target, the coastal area, the one, the small net red, so I take the person to find the name, the name, the small net red, the preparation, the one, the strict protection."”
"This louse is a piece of trash. She ran to the Martyrs Cemetery in the middle of the night to perform a grave dance.”
"Guess what happened?"
Sun Zhengyuan smiled bitterly.
"Dead…dead?"
Yang Xiaoling asked in a daze.
"Yes, I climbed up the tombstone, but I fell down. I was stabbed in the heart by a glass shard from a broken wine bottle, and I died.”
"The most terrifying thing is that this glass stubble was caused by him kicking and breaking the wine bottle.”
"Ten, a whole ten people, all died in various accidents under the care of this funeral.”
"One is a coincidence, two are coincidences, but what about ten? It couldn't be explained by a mere coincidence.”
"Doesn't it feel a little familiar? It's a little like a foreign movie…Death is Here.”
"All kinds of accidents, all kinds of coincidences.”
"This is also the reason why netizens call him the God of Death who walks in people's homes.”
After Sun Zhengyuan finished speaking, he took the bottle from Yang Xiaoling's hand and
wanted to pour himself a glass.
However, after pouring it a few times, it fell out.
In the end, he simply picked up the bottle and took a big gulp.
Just as he was about to take a second sip,
he was snatched away by Yang Xiaoling. He was about to take a sip of the wine bottle when he suddenly
remembered something.
His expression changed drastically, and he didn't even bother to drink the wine. He stared at Sun Zhengyuan in horror.
"He... he... paid attention to Mimi..."
Sun Zhengyuan took the wine bottle from his hand and put it down. He sighed,
"Now you know what I said about Mimi's big deal. Mimi happened to be the eleventh person he paid attention to.”
Yang Xiaoling could no longer sit still. His entire face turned pale, his body trembled, and
even his lips turned green.
"Is…Is there no way…?”
Sun Zhengyuan shook his head, but he suddenly nodded.
Yang Xiaoling was anxious. He grabbed Sun Zhengyuan's collar and roared,
"F * cking tell me! Is there a way?"”
Yang Xiaoling was now completely confused.
Thick fear grew from the bottom of his heart, and he
felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
The cold air rose from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.
His entire body felt cold.
Ten,
a whole ten lives were placed in front of him. He could
not help but doubt it.
Especially when it came from his old brother Sun Zhengyuan,
it was even more unquestionable.
Especially since this concerned his daughter's life and death.
Yang Xiaoling admitted that he was completely panicking.
"F * ck, let go of me.”
Sun Zhengyuan was caught by Yang Xiaoling's grip until he was out of breath. He finally pried
his fingers away and
wanted to scold him.
However, he realized that the old boy who was known for his perseverance in school
had red eyes.
He sighed and could not say anything to scold him.
"Don't be anxious. Listen to me.”
"
I don't know if there's a way, but there's something I can tell you. You can use it as a reference."”
Then, he took a deep breath and said slowly,
"Do you know Du Wenming?"
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