On the streets of Chengnan District, Jiangnan City, a short old man wearing a hat and a black down jacket was walking slowly.
The short old man was Jing Tangyu.
He had a cigarette in his mouth and his eyes were narrowed.
The eyes look particularly vulgar.
After blowing out a smoke ring, Jing Tangyu cursed: "Damn, it's really cold today.
Go back to bed quickly.
I won't come out for fortune telling tomorrow."
As he said that, he quickened his pace.
In less than a short while, Jing Tangyu had arrived at the community where he lived, and he ran all the way home.
Jingtang Yu usually lives alone, while his son Jingtang Lin lives alone outside.
Humming a little tune, Jing Tangyu opened the door.
The moment he walked into the living room, his slightly squinted eyes suddenly widened, and a trace of panic flashed across his face.
I saw that the living room looked like it had been robbed at this time.
Things were turned over in a mess and thrown everywhere.
A hint of coldness flashed across Jing Tangyu's face.
He slowly closed the door and walked towards his bedroom.
It seems that there was a thief at home, but I didn't put any cash or anything valuable at home, so the thief came in vain.
Jing Tangyu thought to himself.
Walking into the bedroom, sure enough, just as Jing Tangyu thought, the bedroom, like the living room, was also messed up.
The clothes in the cabinet were rummaged out and thrown everywhere in the bedroom.
"Grandma is such a badass, she made such a mess."
Jing Tangyu cursed, then turned around and walked out of the bedroom and towards other rooms.
After looking around the house and finding no sign of the thief, Jing Tangyu had to go back to the bedroom to pack his things.
"Hey, it's really troublesome to clean this up.
If I catch that thief, I will definitely let him have a taste of it."
As soon as Jing Tangyu finished speaking, the bedside lamp suddenly flashed and then turned on.
Suddenly, Jing Tangyu felt something was wrong, and he quickly turned around to look.
At this time, I saw a masked figure wearing a black raincoat standing at the door of the bedroom.
He was holding a candle in his hand.
The candle was burning brightly, and the firelight stretched his shadow very long in the room.
"Who are you?"
A trace of panic flashed across Jing Tangyu's face.
He reached out and took out a talisman from his arms.
He felt that the other party was very dangerous.
Being able to appear quietly behind him was usually the result of an expert.
Master.
"Hahaha."
The figure laughed in a male and female voice: "Who am I?
I am the one who comes to take your life."
In an instant, Jing Tangyu's expression changed.
He took two steps back and said, "Who ordered you to come here?
Who are you?"
"I found that dying people like to ask me some boring questions when they die.
Even if I tell you that you are dead, who can you tell?"
the figure sneered, his voice full of sarcasm.
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"It seems I can't do it without teaching you a lesson."
Jing Tangyu said, dodging and rushing towards the figure.
The moment Jing Tangyu's hand was about to touch the figure's raincoat, the figure dissipated in the air like bubbles.
"Crack" the candle fell straight to the ground, and the flames were a little brighter than before.
A thin layer of cold sweat broke out on Jing Tangyu's forehead, and he could feel a terror from deep within spreading throughout his body.
Why is it missing?
Why?
I turned around and looked around.
There was silence in the room, and there was no movement.
"Haha, do you want to find me?
I'm behind you."
A male and female voice suddenly sounded behind Jingtang Yu.
Jingtang Yu turned around and looked, and a shadow quickly flashed past him.
Before he could react, he only heard a "click" from his neck.
The moment he died, the figure wearing a raincoat appeared in front of him, and Jing Tangyu also saw the figure's face.
Jing Tangyu's mouth opened wide, his face full of horror and disbelief.
He wanted to point at the figure, but he fell to the ground before he could raise his arms.
There was another slight "click".
Jing Tangyu's head had been twisted 360 degrees, and the figure slowly walked in front of Jing Tangyu.
He stretched out his hand and touched Jing Tangyu's face and said: "Actually, I have wanted to kill you for a long time, but I thought you were still useful, so I kept you until now, but now you are useless, so I am going to kill you."
As he said that, the figure stood up and slowly disappeared into the room.
At this time, only Jing Tangyu's body was left in the room.
If you look carefully, you can see that his shadow has disappeared.
Suddenly, a black shadow rushed in from the living room and returned to the bottom of Jing Tangyu's body.
It is the shadow of Jingtang Yu Jiangnan City Supernatural Investigation Bureau, at this time, Zhao Xueru’s office.
Zhao Xueru was sitting on the futon as usual, holding a string of Buddhist beads in her hand and chanting silently.
Suddenly, the string of beads in her hand suddenly broke, and beads were scattered everywhere on the ground.
She opened her eyes suddenly, her face full of panic, and murmured: "What's wrong?"
As she said that, she picked up the beads on the ground one by one, and began to think in her heart: "What's going on?"
When I woke up today, I felt something bad was about to happen.
My right eyelid jumped from morning to now.
Could it be that something happened to Xiao Lin?"
Thinking of this, Zhao Xueru took out her mobile phone and dialed Jing Tanglin's number.
As soon as the ring rang, Jing Tanglin answered the call.
He asked doubtfully: "Aunt Ru, why are you calling me so late?"
Hearing her son's voice, Zhao Xueru secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
She had to make up an excuse and said: "I just dreamed about your mother again.
She told me in her dream that she missed you very much."
"Oh, really, I miss her too."
Jing Tangyu replied.
"Well, you should go to bed early, Aunt Ru is asleep."
Zhao Xueru said, tears welling up in her eyes.
"Well, good night."
After hanging up the phone, Zhao Xueru covered her face and sobbed softly.
She wanted to stand in front of him and say that she was his mother, that she missed him and loved him very much.
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Looking at the Buddhist beads in his hand, Zhao Xueru said calmly: "It seems that I am worrying too much.
There are too many things going on these days."
Wang Jian’s home in Mingrenbieyuan Community, Chengnan District, Jiangnan City.
Wang Jian leaned on the bed and stared at the ceiling in a daze.
Dabai lay aside and looked at Wang Jian with wide eyes.
The room seemed very quiet for a while.
At this moment, there was a "bang" in Wang Jian's drawer, and both Wang Jian and Dabai were startled.
The man and the dog looked at each other, neither understanding what was going on.
"What's wrong?"
Dabai whispered.
Wang Jian shook his head and said he was unclear.
He got up from the bed, walked to the desk and opened the drawer.
The moment the drawer was opened, Wang Jian felt all the hairs on his body stand up.
He saw that the whip ruler placed in the drawer had turned blood red, with a large Chinese character "Beijing" displayed on it.
The red color looked like blood.
The same liquid continued to flow out of the ruler: