Chapter 157

Dream Ghost?

Li Zhuiyuan put down the brush in his hand, leaned back in his seat, turned his face to the right, and looked at the dormitory balcony; outside the window, the sun was bright.

Immediately after, he continued to look around, examining the furnishings in the room, and finally looked up, staring at the dormitory ceiling.

The moment he saw these two words, he was thinking:

Am I in a dream right now?

Admittedly, the boy also knew that his reaction was a bit too over-reactive.

But he understood even more that this opponent likely really had such ability.

Dream Ghost, this shouldn't be a name, but a title.

There are names that are taken wrong, but nicknames are rarely taken wrong.

Ordinary corpse demons among the dead corpses also have the ability to bewitch people's hearts, but Li Zhuiyuan believed that this was a completely different concept from what he was about to face.

Being able to crown it with a "Dream" in the prefix was enough to show its strangeness.

Next, he and his partners should often face such self-doubt: Am I in a dream?

Even now, Li Zhuiyuan couldn't determine the specific environment he was in for the time being.

No way, the current amount of information he had about it was still too little, and it was a stumbling block chosen by that hand to stifle him; it was a certification of strength in itself, and no matter how much he feared it, it wouldn't be too much.

However, he had an anchor.

Because she couldn't be pulled into a dream, and very few existences dared to pull her into a dream.

But before confirming, he still had one thing to do.

That was to confirm whether the river water would be triggered, just like before going to Zhangjiajie last time.

He didn't tell Liu Yumei about this matter and actively took on this game with a huge disparity in strength; his confidence came from the rules of the river water.

With it, he could take this opportunity to counterattack and cut off that hand.

Without it, he could only change his plan and strategy and choose to be passive.

Li Zhuiyuan's gaze fell on the painting he was about to complete.

Earlier, the "Evil Book" didn't let him paint anymore, which meant that in the "Evil Book's" view, after he finished painting, it would have to catch fire, which was a sign in itself.

But I don't care what you think, I care what I think.

In a game involving the safety of the entire team, if you don't burn it, I won't feel at ease.

Li Zhuiyuan rolled up his sleeves, bit the tip of his tongue, took his own tongue essence blood, and from his forearm downwards, began to draw spells, all the way to the back of his hand.

Then, with black dog blood, he drew patterns on the brush.

Finally, with his mind and spirit united, holding the patterned brush with his spell-arm, he continued to write on the "Evil Book."

The traces that couldn't appear earlier were now able to appear; the boy wanted to complete the image of the Dream Ghost on the page.

And this time, even the "Evil Book" couldn't stop it.

【You...】

The "Evil Book" should be extremely speechless, even hysterical.

It only needed a little blood sacrifice; even if he only gave a little fingertip blood, it would be an extremely precious tonic for it now.

But the boy insisted on drawing spells with tongue essence blood, using more precious resources to break its obstruction, and was unwilling to give it even a little bit.

Clearly, he could have obtained its help at a lower cost, but the boy preferred to spend more than ten times the extra cost to force himself to do hard labor.

It understood.

Precisely because it understood, it felt even more stifled.

Since its birth, most of its past masters were played by it between the lines of the book, and very few could maintain a thread of clarity to seal and suppress it.

But after falling into the hands of this boy, it felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

The boy's rational coldness was something it had never seen before.

It seemed he had no emotions at all for it to tease and utilize.

Loving and killing evil objects, guarding against and utilizing each other, could satisfy the intoxication and enjoyment of some smart people.

But here in Li Zhuiyuan, he felt that doing so was extremely stupid self-cleverness.

Directly pinching the source: never make a deal with it.

On this basis, how much value can be squeezed out is pure profit with zero risk.

Not to mention before, just before getting this "Evil Book," how many lives were lost because of its bewitchment; those two in the Mao family were even father and son plotting and killing each other.

He wasn't colluding with evil objects; he was... eliminating evil and defending the way.

The painting was completed, and the Dream Ghost was completed.

"Bang!"

The flame rose, and this book caught fire again.

According to the degree of damage in the previous experience, this time, it shouldn't be able to destroy it; it was quite capable of carrying it; excluding this time, it should be able to burn at least twice more next.

There was no wind, and the burning pages flipped wildly.

It seemed like a silent roar and shout:

Between you and me, who is the real evil object?

Li Zhuiyuan felt relieved in his heart.

Confirmed, it could trigger the river water.

This round was equivalent to being 50% stable.

This is an extremely imprecise probability; it just proves that he had the qualification to stab the mastermind behind the scenes with a dagger.

After the flames went out, Li Zhuiyuan wrapped the "Evil Book" up again, fearing that it would be broken, so he wrapped it carefully this time.

Not because he felt sorry for it, but because he hoped that this piece of charcoal could ignite twice more to illuminate him.

After dealing with these, Li Zhuiyuan carried his schoolbag and left the dormitory.

He had to go confirm whether he was in a dream right now.

Li Zhuiyuan first came to the Affordable Shop and said to Lu Yi, who was sitting behind the counter:

"Brother Lu Yi."

Lu Yi immediately felt it; his back went numb, and his butt felt like it was sitting on a large piece of ice; he stood up with a "thump."

"Hey, Brother Shentong, want to make a call?"

"Page everyone, return to school to gather for a meeting."

"Okay!" Lu Yi nodded immediately, picked up the receiver, and started dialing the paging station.

After making the call, Lu Yi sat back down, and then became more and more uncomfortable.

Then he silently took out some food and drinks from under the counter and set them up, and cut half a sausage as finely as possible, arranging it in a fancy way.

Finally, he even took the cup he used for drinking water as a temporary incense burner, lit three sticks of incense inside, and set up two small white candles; the simple small altar was completed.

In the school shop, all kinds of candles were sold; after all, the school would sometimes have power outages, although the school strictly prohibited the use of candles in the dormitory.

And sometimes there was a need to set up candles on the playground to confess love.

As for incense, it was definitely not sold, but Lu Yi had discovered from the first day he came here to work that there was never a shortage of incense at the counter; that was the ration Runsheng reserved for him.

Lu Yi worshipped the small altar:

"Sausage Ghost, Fellow Villager Ghost, please bless me, peace and safety."

At this time, a student from the same department as Lu Yi came over with things to check out, saw this scene, and asked curiously: "Hey, what are you doing?"

Lu Yi sat up straight, pretending to be helpless while calculating the money: "Sigh, the boss requested it, worshipping the God of Wealth."

The student heard this, reached out and touched a can of drink, and tentatively asked: "Treat me to a bottle of water?"

Lu Yi shook his head.

"What are you doing, anyway the boss isn't here, just give me a discount."

Lu Yi said angrily: "You don't want to graduate, but I still want to graduate."

"Heh, just joking with you, why are you taking it seriously."

Li Zhuiyuan left the shop and walked towards Grandma Liu's house.

Qin Shu was doing carpentry in the yard; he should be making two more suitable zither tables for A Li.

Seeing Li Zhuiyuan coming, Qin Shu smiled at the boy.

Li Zhuiyuan also smiled at him.

Qin Shu seemed to want to say something, but the boy walked directly into A Li's room, not giving him a chance to speak.

Qin Shu immediately understood what this meant, but he was even more puzzled: so fast?

Still remembering that the boy's eyes had problems and he came back and lay for a few days before waking up, and now the next wave was coming again?

Could it be that what he walked back then was a fake river?

A Li was painting; when the boy walked in, she put down the brush.

Li Zhuiyuan came to the girl, took the girl's hand, and closed his eyes.

Although the girl didn't know what had happened, she also closed her eyes cooperatively.

Li Zhuiyuan came to that bungalow; the familiar cracked tablets looked quite pleasing to the eye at this moment; if he suddenly saw them become brand new, that would mean a big problem.

Turning around, crossing the threshold.

In the distance, thick fog still filled the air, but unfortunately, there was no sound.

Before, no sound was quite good; now, the boy hoped they could make some noise.

Reaching out to pull out the white lantern hanging in the wall crack, Li Zhuiyuan actively walked towards the thick fog; he walked forward, and the thick fog retreated; the silent oppression continued.

Not only was there no sound, but the fog was too thick, and he couldn't see the ghost shadows inside.

The boy sighed:

Are you guys so cowardly now?

Not willing to leave, but not daring to stand out, not even daring to actively make a sound to become the next bird to be picked out.

Opening his eyes, returning to reality, frowning.

That group of things didn't come out, which made the boy very difficult; he believed he was in reality now, and no matter how powerful the Dream Ghost was, it wouldn't be able to include him in one encounter... no, it hadn't even encountered him yet.

But he just wanted to seek absolute peace of mind right now, drawing a mark here as a scale point of absolute safety.

This is very important, because your analysis and plan must have a sufficiently safe support.

Otherwise, that is building your headquarters on the enemy's position, and all lines extended from it cannot be consolidated from the root.

But precisely after the incident of the corpse-driving Daoist in the fourth wave, these things that couldn't be brought to the table were in a state of being completely unable to be brought to the table.

According to the normal rhythm, after a period of time, when the sky clears and the rain stops, someone among that group will think they can do it again and emerge from the fog.

If it doesn't emerge, the river water will create an opportunity for it to flow out.

Now, the time hasn't come, and this time it's not a real wave on the river.

The girl reached out and pressed on the boy's brow, as if to smooth out the wrinkled lines.

Her hand was a bit cold, but very soft, and she was very gentle when rubbing.

This is a meaningless behavior; it has no direct help in solving reality difficulties.

But its value is reflected on another level, extremely precious.

Li Zhuiyuan's brow relaxed, a smile appeared on his face, looking at A Li.

From the last time A Li actively went out to buy Jianlibao for him, it could be seen that she was trying hard to give a response.

Liu Yi stood at the door, looking through the door crack, eating dried mangoes with relish.

This picture looked like a boy and a girl playing house.

But they were not playing house; although the two children were young, especially the boy, he was carrying and facing things that even adults would tremble at.

Well, the one doing carpentry in the yard didn't make it through.

Seeing the boy's thinking recover clearly, this time, she took the initiative to hold the boy's hand and closed her eyes.

Li Zhuiyuan didn't understand what she wanted to do, but he also closed his eyes.

Back to that bungalow, facing the cracked tablets on the altar again.

Only this time when the boy turned around, he saw the girl had already actively crossed the threshold.

She stood there, facing the silent thick fog in the distance.

The girl placed her hands behind her back.

Early on, when facing them, the girl had cried and escaped, and finally found that she couldn't shake them off, so she learned to close herself off in the day-after-day torture, curses, and intimidation.

Actually, she was still very afraid now.

The shadows accumulated over the years were not tumors on the hands that could be cut off and healed, but the "illness" had long since permeated into the blood and soul.

To a certain extent, one can only continuously reduce the negative impact as much as possible, and it is impossible to completely eradicate it, because your life has already been distorted by it.

The boy is actually the same; even if he cures the illness, he cannot return to the past and correct the abnormal childhood Li Lan gave him.

The girl's hands behind her back were intertwined, rubbing constantly.

But, this was behind her back.

Facing the thick fog, she raised her head.

There was wind outside; her hair bun was still dignified and steady, but some hair at her temples was being blown.

Through her back, the boy saw her strong support and weakness at this moment.

At the same time, he could imagine the momentum she was gradually building up in front of her, facing the thick fog.

There was no exaggerated thunder and wind, nor was there a sudden enlightenment to cut off the old self and open up the atmosphere; the girl had just been "dealing" with this group of things for too long; no one understood their temper better than her, the first party involved.

In A Li's eyes, a faint disdain was revealed.

The corners of her mouth hooked up gently.

Combined with her face, which was slightly raised compared to the past.

She was imitating the boy.

In her paintings, the boy was often like this; she liked the boy's confidence and high spirits.

Now, although she only imitated a little bit, and it was just a simple flower frame, and her hands behind her back had turned red due to excessive grasping and rubbing.

But, it was enough.

Her surname is Qin; she is the only bloodline of the Qin and Liu families of this generation.

She only needed to show even a little bit of this confidence, which was enough to make those things in the thick fog recall the fear of being strongly suppressed by the Dragon Kings of the Qin and Liu families in their respective eras.

Besides fear, there was even more shame and anger.

Their curses and intimidation over the years hadn't been able to crush the girl; then, weren't they all reduced to ridiculous and pitiful clowns?

Instead, they helped someone's only descendant successfully temper her state of mind?

They were really returning evil with good, happy to help others.

No one started first; almost at the same moment, the thick fog disappeared, and ghost cries and wolf howls, curses and intimidation worse than before, arrived!

Li Zhuiyuan was able to confirm that this was not a dream.

But he didn't expect A Li to do this.

Although A Li didn't know the whole story, A Li knew what the boy wanted.

The boy seemed to want them to make a sound, so she let them shout.

Even if this shouting and noise was a kind of painful torture for her, she didn't care.

The original her only needed to sit behind the threshold in a numb way; their intimidation of her gradually formed a habit, and between them, they even reached a balance.

But from today on, she actively showed a new attitude; even if it was pretended, it was her actively breaking this balance.

This not only meant that she would face more powerful backlash, but also meant that when she no longer learned to be an ostrich and ignore them, choosing to stand up again, she might attract those truly more terrifying things that originally disdained to make noise here.

They had come before and would come to see her.

Every time, the appearance of this level would make her suffer for a long time.

They had no interest in a self-closed Qin and Liu family bloodline, but when she finally stood up, they would have the need and impulse to destroy her.

Li Zhuiyuan raised his leg and crossed the threshold again; he didn't ask why A Li did such a stupid thing.

When A Li first took down the ancestor tablet for him to shave wood, and he fished waves from A Li's dream, there was no need for the two to go through these formalities.

Anyway, they were all problems to be solved later; it was just a matter of exploding sooner or later.

No matter how noisy these things were now, they would eventually be cleaned up and become dead silent; those more terrifying existences, even if they didn't come recently, would come to find him after he became famous for walking the river.

Since it was a pot of water to be boiled dry, it didn't matter if it boiled violently for a while.

However, when Li Zhuiyuan walked out, the momentum of those things that were shouting hard just now dropped immediately.

Not willing to admit defeat completely, but really feeling afraid, hoping that a bird would stand out, but absolutely not hoping that they were that bird.

The thick fog that had just dissipated rose silently again, like those who were fierce in appearance but weak in reality, seeing someone who was truly not easy to mess with come out, they forcibly held it back.

Li Zhuiyuan had a new idea in his heart.

This time, he had to face not only the Dream Ghost but also that hand; the profit he wanted to obtain was not only the success of the fifth wave but also to make that hand pay a heavy price.

The strength was too asymmetrical; steady and steady didn't fit his profit, and just leading one stream of water in didn't seem enough; at the very least, he had to stir the water muddy.

In this way, the one who would be more uncomfortable would definitely not be his side.

Some things, he didn't dare to do before, because it was easy to bring more complex situations and greater difficulties to his side.

Now, it didn't matter.

Li Zhuiyuan didn't take out the white lantern in the door crack again; this seemed to give the ghost shadows in the thin fog a kind of psychological comfort.

But the boy spread his hands; not holding the lantern didn't mean he couldn't fish them; on the contrary, that lantern, accompanied by their fear of him, had become less and less useful.

Li Zhuiyuan never naively thought that because Yin Meng was in his team, he had a closer relationship with Yin Changsheng.

It had been nearly two thousand years; if you think Yin Changsheng really treats his descendants of so many generations as "his own," then you must also believe that when you meet someone with the same surname you have never met on the road, you will immediately become "as close as brothers."

However, he is the only person in the world who has mastered Yin Changsheng's unique skills, equivalent to his successor; his only bloodline in the world has worshipped him as a Long Wang, and he is in a state of walking the river.

Whether Yin Changsheng cares or not doesn't matter much, because he can shamelessly take the initiative to rub against this layer of karma.

The premise is,

you,

Yin Changsheng,

are still alive!

Twelve Decrees of Fengdu—Four Ghosts Lifting the Sedan.

The "Evil Book" burning is equivalent to a response from the river water, meaning he can turn the fake waves set up by others into real waves.

What Li Zhuiyuan is doing now is, on this basis, forcibly detaining another one.

The worst result is that he has to face the Dream Ghost while forcibly opening a new wave, leading to being attacked from both sides.

The best result is to let the real waves collide with the fake waves, cancel each other out, and impact the layout of that hand, making it feel incredible about the situation in front of it.

On the basis of the best result, there is actually a better layer, so good that it is no less than buying a lottery ticket on the roadside and scratching out the first prize car that wasn't on sale.

That is to let the real waves and fake waves merge completely, letting the Dream Ghost formally enter and become his genuine fifth wave.

The boy is setting up a stage for the river water, giving the river water a more leisurely and free direction to flow.

The bet is that the river water is extremely repulsive to this kind of behavior of a third-party hand from outside the domain stirring up trouble; the bet is that the river water didn't have such a good opportunity for punishment before.

The river water only cares about the result; this is actually a kind of constraint on itself.

"Now, I'll untie you."

A wisp of black energy emerged from Li Zhuiyuan's palm, and then like a rope whip, it was thrown into the fog that hadn't fully recovered its richness in front.

Done.

In A Li's dream, spells couldn't be used because it was unreal here.

But there are always some things that can become exceptions.

Using the life stories of the Dragon Kings of the Qin and Liu families as a question bank, and using Yin Changsheng's method to extract questions!

Li Zhuiyuan suspected that few walkers of the river in history could have such luxurious treatment as him.

However, these treatments didn't fall from the sky; they were won by his own ability.

Moreover, playing so fancy and so big this time was also very likely to make the question-setter pay more attention to him and spend more effort to target him.

But, looking at the girl standing behind him, still trying to keep strong, but whose body was already trembling.

He felt that all this didn't count for anything.

Being cautious, meticulous, and looking ahead and behind when doing things is because one doesn't want to lose, not because one can't afford to lose.

When looking at the scenery, one should naturally puff out one's chest.

A head of something, a person, was forcibly pulled out of the fog.

Just one.

It is both a bird and a person; it is constantly changing.

It is very broken; when it changes into a person, it lowers its head and bows its waist, and the peeling of paint can be vaguely seen on its body; when it turns into a bird, its eyes are deep and sharp, as if it can go straight into your heart, especially that sharp beak, as if it can peck at your heart.

It is a Form Spirit.

The Form Spirit itself does not exist; it is a parasitic product; strictly speaking, its way of existence is very similar to that of a dead corpse.

A dead corpse is another form of existence born after a living person dies, while a Form Spirit is another evolution of the main body.

For example, in ancient folk, temples were often set up for great figures to make sacrifices, incense was passed down and continued, and with it as the main body, another kind of spirit was bred.

Form Spirits often have the same appearance as the main body, and even possess part of the main body's similar abilities, but it is not the main body, and it is often good or bad; some main bodies with upright spirits sometimes also breed bloodthirsty and cruel Form Spirits.

Just like the gangster movies Runsheng likes to watch, the gangsters in them do all kinds of evil, but they still like to worship Guan Gong collectively; this has a certain probability of nourishing evil Form Spirits, but in fact, it has nothing to do with the real Guan Er Ye.

Li Zhuiyuan smiled.

He knew that the river water had exerted its strength.

Because the one in front of him was the Form Spirit of Bo Qi.

Bo Qi was originally a person of the Zhou Dynasty; his father was a powerful official of the dynasty; he was harmed by his stepmother and turned into a bird after death, with a heart like a mirror, able to eat nightmares.

When ancient people had nightmares at night, they would call Bo Qi's name after waking up to remove bad luck and calm their spirits.

In the description of the twelve divine beasts of ancient Nu culture, Bo Qi's characteristic of using dreams as food was also recorded.

So, is there a relationship between the Dream Ghost and Bo Qi's Form Spirit?

After this Bo Qi Form Spirit was pulled to Li Zhuiyuan and could be carefully observed, Li Zhuiyuan found that when it turned into a bird, there was a black sedan on the bird's back; although the sedan was broken, it still emitted an ancient atmosphere.

In the details, it was somewhat similar to when Yin Meng made a coffin.

And when it turned into a person, its shoulder blades were pierced by blue chains, as if it had been forcibly suppressed by someone in this way.

The former should be Yin Changsheng's handiwork; after all, it was too difficult for the Yin family descendants to rub against the table, let alone go down to deal with this level of Form Spirit.

The blue chains had talismans pasted on them; this was the Liu family's "Evil-Suppressing Lock"; the material was secondary; it was mainly to use the user's heart blood as a guide to stimulate the response of heaven and earth energy, that is, to use this lock as a medium to lead the wind and water pattern to suppress, and the user also had to pay a huge price for this.

It seems that this Form Spirit has indeed been around for some years, and it is very capable of tossing; it was first suppressed by Yin Changsheng, and after escaping, it was suppressed by the Liu family Long Wang.

It should have been a great evil spirit with fierce flames, but in the end, it was kicked into this ghost look by two generations of heroes; it only dared to hide in the fog to scare a little girl, and when facing him, it didn't dare to show its head.

Then its current situation should be extremely bad.

He just tried it; he didn't expect to detain an evil spirit that had intersections with both Yin Changsheng and the Liu family.

This is the foundation.

Li Zhuiyuan untied the spell; since it had been pulled out and stood in front of him, and had been remembered by him, it didn't matter if it hid back in the fog; the river water would push it over, regardless of whether it was willing or not.

It's just that now, when Bo Qi turned into a person, it showed begging to Li Zhuiyuan, and when it turned into a bird, it made a sad cry.

Was it begging him to let it go, or did it have other requests?

Li Zhuiyuan didn't care.

The boy only remembered that it should have been shouting happily in this thick fog earlier.

Li Zhuiyuan turned around, holding A Li's hand, and took her to walk into the house.

The girl was trembling, almost unable to support her body, and could only rely on him.

Crossing the threshold, returning to the house, looking at the row of cracked tablets on the altar again.

They had no spirits; what Liu Yumei was most dissatisfied with was this point, and this indeed caused serious suffering to A Li.

But to be fair, as the successor of the Qin and Liu families, he was indeed protected by them, although it was invisible.

For example, right now, he encountered an attempt to stifle him from the forces behind that hand, and the one who really helped him at this moment was still the foundation of the ancestors of the two families.

Before, he helped A Li treat her illness out of emotion; now, it was gradually out of reason; there is no such thing as taking benefits without doing things in this world.

Perhaps, in the dark, they were also using this way, through him, to make up for their debt to A Li.

Before leaving this bungalow, Li Zhuiyuan looked back at the outside of the threshold again.

Since the Bo Qi Form Spirit was detained, the thick fog retreated further, and the depth of the thick fog almost became a white wall that had been painted, and it became silent all of a sudden.

It's just that Li Zhuiyuan wasn't looking at them; he was looking at the forces behind that hand.

You want to plan to stifle me in advance?

Okay,

this time I will not only lead the river water down for you, but also give you a Great Emperor of Fengdu as a gift!

It's true that you started it first,

but I am very curious now,

how you will end it.

Opening his eyes, returning to reality.

A Li's body was limp, leaning against Li Zhuiyuan's chest, covered in cold sweat, with hair stuck to her face.

She should have cried, having an instinctive reaction when his body was unconscious, but after opening her eyes, she quickly restrained her crying in front of him.

Liu Yi walked in with a tray at this time, with two white hot towels on the tray.

She had been standing outside earlier, unable to stop eating mangoes.

As a result, the more she ate, the more wrong it felt, but Xiaoyuan was walking the river after all, and without his voice, she didn't dare to intervene rashly; what she could do was to do a little logistics that didn't involve karma.

Liu Yi said very seriously: "Xiaoyuan, if there is anything, just say it."

Li Zhuiyuan shook his head and said: "Liu Yi, it's okay."

Since he didn't intend to tell them from the beginning and wanted to rely on his own ability to settle this matter, and now the stage had been set up by himself, naturally there was no need to say it.

Li Zhuiyuan picked up a towel, regardless of the heat, unfolded it, and helped A Li wipe her forehead.

When he wanted to continue wiping her face, A Li reached out, also grabbed a towel, unfolded it, and helped the boy wipe.

Actually, Li Zhuiyuan didn't sweat much.

But the collector's pursuit is continuous progress; now, the girl wants to collect in pairs.

Liu Yi: "A Li is going to take a bath."

A Li's eyes looked at the tray with two towels.

Liu Yi immediately said: "I won't take it away, just leave it here."

A Li nodded, looked at the boy, and then walked out of the room to bathe and change clothes.

Li Zhuiyuan checked the time; he didn't feel the passage of time in the dream, and so much time had passed; they should have returned long ago; the boy carried his schoolbag and walked out.

Liu Yi carried the soup medicine and came to the room on the third floor where the tablets were placed.

Liu Yumei stood by the window, her expression solemn.

"Old lady, it's time to drink the medicine."

This time, Liu Yumei didn't need to be persuaded; she reached out and picked up the soup bowl, drank it in one gulp, and after drinking, didn't say she wanted a bowl of lotus seed soup to neutralize the bitterness in her mouth.

Liu Yi whispered: "Xiaoyuan seems to have encountered something."

Liu Yumei said bluntly: "They just returned from another place, and Xiaoyuan's eyes have only been good for two days, so this time it shouldn't be about the boat. It's not about the boat, but he didn't tell you or Ali, which means it's not convenient for us to know."

Liu Yi: "So..."

Liu Yumei: "Xiaoyuan should have encountered the same thing as Ali did back then."

Liu Yi pursed her lips: "Damn it, that group of guys."

Liu Yumei raised her hand, the formation in the room started, isolating the sound; she didn't want Ali to hear the next words.

But in the yard, Qin Shu, who was doing carpentry carving, buried his head deeper unconsciously.

Because he suddenly couldn't hear the movement in that room on the third floor; he knew what words were not meant for him to hear, so he felt very guilty.

Liu Yumei spoke: "When Ali failed to walk the river back then, we could still regard it as the old enemies taking action behind our backs, but this time, it's different.

Ali failed to walk the river, breaking that sharp spirit and tearing off the last layer of fig leaf of our two families.

When the two families were prosperous before, there were really not many enemies, and even if there was a big hatred, they could maintain relative restraint.

Now that we have fallen, even the allies of the Qin and Liu families of the past wouldn't mind stepping on us, not wanting to see us succeed in reviving.

From individuals, to families, to countries, it's all like this.

When you are strong, there are guests everywhere; when you are weak, everything you see is an enemy."

Liu Yi: "Then we..."

"Since he doesn't say it, we shouldn't do anything extra, so as not to help with a busy hand.

Our family has few people now, so I am temporarily sitting in this position, but this family will definitely be orderly again in the future, and there will be a head of the family."

Liu Yi: "Don't worry, Ali and I understand."

"It's not to remind you of this; this doesn't need to be reminded. The further his boat goes, the rules will naturally be established slowly. You two were brought up by me; you are a bit stupid, but you are not fools.

Actually, the signs have already appeared.

Even I can't take the posture of an elder in front of him anymore.

This child is supporting two broken boats.

I sometimes even think, if this child hadn't been pulled into the door by me, if he sailed alone, would he be steadier and easier to walk?

If I can't give anything and can't take out benefits, how can I continue to act as an elder."

Liu Yumei turned to look at the rows of tablets on the altar and spat angrily:

"Pah, it's all your fault!"

Runsheng felt that when Qin Shu drove coffin nails into his body back then, it wasn't as painful as accompanying Yin Meng shopping for clothes now.

Especially at this moment, meeting a boss who was eloquent and had a good tongue, Yin Meng chatted with him very happily.

Runsheng already knew what would happen next.

One to close the relationship to bargain, one to close the relationship so you feel embarrassed to bargain too much; under the affectionate gaze, there were knives and shields already prepared.

The boss smiled, looked at Runsheng and Yin Meng, and sighed emotionally:

"So good, you two. My girlfriend and I also had a very good relationship, but unfortunately, I didn't make a name for myself at that time, and years of relationship were defeated by reality, and finally broke up because her family didn't agree."

Runsheng: "Actually, it was she who didn't agree."

Boss: "..."

At this moment, the boss suddenly felt that the originally sunny sky outside became gloomy, and when breathing, his heart began to leak air.

He suddenly felt very meaningless, very dispirited, very melancholy, very boring, because he found that he couldn't even refute.

Yin Meng shouted an extremely low price.

"Sell or not? If you sell, I'll take this set of clothes and pants."

The boss waved his hand, indicating he sold it; he didn't want to talk now.

Yin Meng paid happily, put the clothes in a bag, and pulled Runsheng out of the shop.

"Not bad, Runsheng, you are still good at bargaining. I bargain against the label, you bargain against the heart."

"Can we go now?" Runsheng asked, carrying the clothes bag.

"What's the rush? It's not easy to pull you out; let's buy next year's spring and summer clothes in advance."

"I can't wear that many."

"Did you forget what Brother Xiaoyuan said? Since we have this condition now, let's not talk about extravagance and waste, but there's no need to suffer hard."

Runsheng was silent.

Yin Meng discovered that using Xiaoyuan to suppress Runsheng was really easy to use.

Runsheng no longer resisted, dragging his exhausted body, almost following Yin Meng forward, walking like a dead corpse that had just crawled out of the water.

Just at this moment, on the edge of the fifth-floor roof above the pedestrian street, a girl in a skirt and pajamas walked forward with both hands raised, numbly along the edge, as if sleepwalking.

Runsheng and Yin Meng looked at each other; that hand had fed the clue over.

"Director Tan, can you tell us in detail how you managed to recognize the suspect's identity in the routine inspection task at the train station? Is it really as the outside world says, that you have the ability to never forget?"

The local TV station reporter handed the microphone to Tan Yunlong.

Behind her, the cameraman was looking for an angle, first focusing on Tan Yunlong's close-up, and then pulling back to ensure that Tan Yunlong remained in the lens while including the banners and merit certificates hanging on the office wall.

Tan Yunlong showed a rigorous but calm smile and replied:

"Of course I don't have the ability to never forget; the actual reason is that my son is studying at Haihe University in this city.

His grandfather and his maternal grandfather were both police officers, so he has had a dream of becoming a police officer since he was a child."

"Director Tan, please allow me to interrupt and ask you; I believe this is also what the audience in front of the TV wants to ask, which is why your son is at Haihe University instead of a police academy?"

"He said that the security of the motherland is guarded by his father, and the construction of the motherland must be undertaken by him."

"I heard that your son once made a contribution in an operation to detect a human trafficking criminal group?"

"Yes, that's right; he was also commended for it, and I personally awarded him the certificate; I thank our bureau chief for giving me, this father, this opportunity."

"You have a very excellent son, and you must also be a very excellent father."

"Thank you."

"Okay, please continue."

"Although my son didn't go to the police academy, he has always had a heart that wants to be a police officer, so in his spare time, he will take out the wanted posters to look at, and some public case file materials that don't involve confidentiality regulations, he will also often discuss case details with me.

Many times, his thinking can give me some inspiration.

Just like this case, not long ago he took this wanted poster and discussed with me where the suspect might be hiding, and I deepened my impression of the suspect in the photo, which allowed me to recognize her at a glance on the train."

"Director Tan, I heard the suspect was disguised?"

"Yes, but the abnormal reaction of the abducted child in her hand made me look at her two extra times."

"This is your sharp eyes; I think this is not only the instinct of an old criminal policeman but also the reward brought by your day and night dedication to work, even bringing work into the family, caring about the legal system, and loyal to your duties!

I believe that with a police officer like you, our Jin Ling..."

The interview ended.

The reporter and cameraman left Tan Yunlong's office; they still needed to interview the police officers under Tan Yunlong and his leaders to hear their evaluation of Tan Yunlong.

This program was originally recorded for Tan Yunlong's advanced figure special topic; after the program was edited, it would be broadcast on the local TV station and even sent up to the provincial station.

Tan Yunlong sat down behind his desk, picked up the cold tea, drank two sips, and then pulled his collar, letting out a breath.

Once, he was a thorn in the police force who didn't follow the rules to solve cases, otherwise he wouldn't have been sent down to the township police station.

Who would have thought that one day, he would get used to being so serious.

Actually, he really wanted to turn down those commendation meetings and program interviews; he felt it was a waste of time.

And, he was a bit guilty.

This guilt had lasted from the moment the little boy actively pushed open his office door at the Shigang Town Police Station until now.

But the leader persuaded him that he had to set a good example for the young comrades in the bureau and used the story of Zilu redeeming people as an example.

The office door was pushed open, and Tan Wenbin walked in.

Tan Yunlong had to pull his collar hard again; he didn't want to see his son the most right now; a person of his age actually had to blush in front of his son.

"Dad, when will the program be broadcast?"

"Whenever it's broadcast."

"Hey, anyway, it's fine; Mom will definitely guard in front of the TV in advance, record the program, and then show it to your father-in-law when she goes back to her hometown."

"Call him Grandpa Nan, what father-in-law?"

"No way, who told Shigang not to be able to receive our Jin Ling local channel."

"The provincial station will also broadcast it."

"Hahahahaha!"

"Stinky boy." Tan Yunlong couldn't hold it anymore and laughed along.

Tan Wenbin took out a cigarette from his pocket, pulled one out for his own father, and then helped him light it.

Tan Yunlong: "Smoke less."

"Understood."

"I have many cartons there; take time to go home and get them."

"Okay."

"Why are you speaking in a Sichuan accent or a Beijing accent now?"

"Must know a little; there will be projects everywhere in the future, so I'm familiarizing myself with the construction environment in advance."

Tan Yunlong looked at the cigarette in his hand and asked: "Why did you suddenly smoke this brand?"

"Yunyun's dad, she took all the cigarettes her dad hid and gave them to me, saying that smoking too much is bad for her dad's health."

"Your mom did the same thing before."

"Hehe." Tan Wenbin flicked the ash and reached out to pick up the documents on the side to flip through.

Tan Yunlong wanted to say this was against the rules, but then thought, what if...

As long as the case can be solved, some rules can be broken.

"Dad, are there any new cases recently?"

"The one you are holding is it."

"Oh, this is a wife-killing case? Isn't this chain of evidence very sufficient?"

"It is sufficient, but the husband, as the suspect, has been denying it."

"Denying what?"

"He said that after arguing with his wife, he left home to stay at a friend's house. He dreamed of his wife while dreaming; he knew this was a dream, so he dealt a heavy hand to his wife in the dream to vent his anger.

But the fact is, the friend who took him in said he went out at night, and there were witnesses near his home, proving he returned home on the night of the crime."

"Is this a mental illness?" Tan Wenbin pointed to his temple, "Want to escape the crime?"

Tan Yunlong exhaled a smoke ring and said:

"The problem is exactly here; he insisted that he had no mental illness, believed his spirit was normal, and kept shouting that he really just had a dream and didn't kill anyone in reality."

Tan Wenbin: "Killing in a dream?"

Everyone received the page, and then returned to school at the fastest speed, returning to that room in the basement of the shop.

Li Zhuiyuan was the last one to arrive; when he came, Tan Wenbin, Runsheng, and Yin Meng had already written down their clues in text form.

After all, they might need to use script design to trigger the river water later; writing it down in advance was also convenient for later adaptation.

This is the benefit of the team having experience and being trained.

Li Zhuiyuan looked at what they wrote carefully and seriously while quickly writing down his own investigation results, and kept asking them questions, examining the details that might be missed.

Using one mind for three purposes was nothing to the boy; every time he played blind chess with A Li, he opened at least three games at the same time.

After finishing his own and reviewing the two groups of Tan Wenbin and Yin Meng/Runsheng, Li Zhuiyuan handed what he wrote to them to look at.

Among them, one person hadn't handed in written materials until now; he returned earliest, but was still writing furiously until now.

Li Zhuiyuan walked to Lin Shu You's side; A You's clothes were torn in several places, his pants were torn, and there was mud on his shoes, but he wasn't injured.

The basic ability to write an essay for someone who could get into university by his own ability was not bad; Yin Meng's group had finished early, so there was no reason for him to be so slow.

Li Zhuiyuan cast his gaze on Lin Shu You's notebook.

This was a new notebook, but there were already many pages filled with words; he actually wrote so much!

Li Zhuiyuan reached out and patted Lin Shu You's shoulder, asking:

"Are you writing a novel?"

"Ah..." Lin Shu You scratched his head, "It's just that after going out early this morning, I encountered many things, and they were all quite tortuous, and many accidents happened, but fortunately, I didn't disgrace the mission; I got the clues!"

Li Zhuiyuan nodded upon hearing this.

Looking at the small thick stack of paper already written in front, he felt a bit sorry for that mastermind behind the scenes.

The clues obtained by Tan Wenbin and Runsheng/Yin Meng's groups were all very simple and straightforward, but it was so tortuous and bizarre when it came to Lin Shu You.

I'm afraid that mastermind behind the scenes is also cursing: the Qin and Liu families have actually declined to this point, sending out such a silly thing.

Although, this was also arranged by Li Zhuiyuan on purpose.

He had to send someone to involve and consume the enemy's energy.

Finally, Lin Shu You finished writing; he rubbed his wrist in pain.

Li Zhuiyuan picked up what he wrote and said while flipping through it:

"Officially starting the meeting now."

Everyone sat up straight.

Li Zhuiyuan continued:

"Actually, I shouldn't have called you all back so quickly; these things could actually be communicated over the phone.

But I had to call you all back, even if it was just to sit together and exchange message data, or even... just to hold a meeting for the sake of holding a meeting.

Because,

I cannot guarantee,

whether you sitting here will still be the real you when we hold the next meeting."

(End of chapter)