Chen Wei, who was buried in the teaching plan, raised his head and looked at Zhao Yunlan. Then he bent down and picked up the broken thread. With a light touch of his finger, it was like a ball of burnt ashes, broken into powder and fell down.

Chen Wei retracted his hand and sniffed his fingertips carefully. Then he said, "It should be fine for the time being, there is no dying spirit or fishy smell. People are still alive, but they can't contact you anymore. Don't worry, don't worry first."

Zhao Yunlan didn't say anything, and put the last bun into his mouth with unwilling taste, then took out a dozen sticky notes from under the table. He saw that this person who was so sloppy that his time management was very accurate. There were three bookmark calipers stuck on his sticky notes, and the top was "emergency", "important" down, and finally "complete".

The last column is empty, which shows that he has been in a state of great anxiety recently and basically nothing is not unimportant.

Through the font of the surgeon-like font, Chen Wei struggled to identify the "Emergency" column, which only wrote his name and "Find a Way to Evict Bowl Out of My Dad's Body". The "Important" column listed a lot of things related to his work in a long and short manner.

Zhao Yunlan picked up the pen and put a hook on the name of "Chen Wei", and then filled in the third item "Find Lin Jing as soon as possible" in the emergency column.

Zhao Yunlan wrote and said, "Lin Jing is actually from the 800-year-old Bodhidharma Sect. To be honest, there is no one who is more serious than him. In addition, he is not so graceful. Basically, his selfies can be used as evil-proof talismans. And that guy is very good at pretending to be cowardly and doesn't easily cause trouble everywhere, not to mention that I just asked him to investigate a common case of life-loaning backlash on the seventh day of every month. To be honest, what I feel most at ease with is him..."

His fingers on the table took turns to hit the table: "I have to bring someone here today, are you here?"

Chen Wei was thinking a while ago that the group of people who had no time to care about what the Soul-Suppressing Order were busy with. Hearing this, his soft eyes, which almost turned into water, raised from the name he had called on the notepad book, and he smiled at the corner of his mouth - he didn't seem to mind that Zhao Yunlan wrote his name as abstract as a dog's paw: "Well, borrow your birthday?"

Zhao Yunlan called out the email forwarded by Wang Zheng from his mobile phone: "It's this, the great god will give us the palm of our eyes first."

Chen Wei, an old antique, had never used a smart phone at all. He took it and glanced at Wang Zheng's words, and then wanted to take a closer look at the photos on the scene. However, the touch screen was not flexible, and he couldn't enlarge the photos after fiddling for a long time.

He then said to Zhao Yunlan who was drinking soy milk in a cow, "You lower your head first, don't look."

Chen Wei's palm was hanging on the air on the screen of the mobile phone, and he reached out and grabbed it like a thing from the air. The photo of the deceased floated in the air like a 3D projection. The visual effect was extremely shocking. At first glance, it looked like a corpse with a face that was like an eggplant hanging across the dining table.

Out of curiosity, Zhao Yunlan, who lowered her head and raised her head, then she relied on herself without any suspense. She choked on her throat with a mouthful of soy milk and almost sprayed her "corpse" on her face.

...This is really a model of feudal superstition defeating modern technology.

Chen Wei looked at the face of the corpse carefully, then reached out to "pinch" the corpse's eyes, as if turning the air into a 3D touch screen, which could even be partially enlarged and reduced!

"This person may not have died of a life-long backlash," Chen Wei said, pointing to the corpse's eyes, which were enlarged to the size of a palm, "Let's look at his eyes."

"I just finished my meal..." Zhao Yunlan covered his stomach in pain, then looked along his fingers, and saw that the corpse had been enlarged many times, and his pupils had dissipated, but when he looked closely, there seemed to be a figure in the middle.

Zhao Yunlan was stunned and held Chen Wei's hand: "Can you zoom in a little longer?"

Chen Wei shook his head: "It's just a photo, no matter how big it is, it's not clear."

"Um, it's not a problem," Zhao Yunlan pulled out a napkin from under the table, smeared his mouth quickly, then dug out a piece of paper from behind the note book, and drew out the approximate shape of a shadow on it, "It's much better than our poor part-time technician."

Chen Wei asked casually: "Who is the part-time technician?"

Zhao Yunlan: "Zhu Hong."

The feet of the dining table crunched, rubbing against the floor with gritted teeth.

Zhao Yunlan felt a cold gaze falling on his naked neck. He pretended not to know anything, and lay on the table and carefully used a neutral pen to trace the things in the eyes of the corpse. However, while he was facing his back to Chen Wei, he smiled secretly with joy.

"In the past, there were rumors that the eyes of dead people must be crushed, otherwise the shadow of the person he saw last, which could be detected by the police." Zhao Yunlan said while scribing, "But Pleasant Goat knows that it is impossible, otherwise all the detectives would not have to do anything else all day long and specialize in ophthalmology - but groundless things are... Folk legends always have some shadows? What is this shadow in the eyes of the deceased?"

Chen Wei said nothing in a depressed voice.

Zhao Yunlan turned around with a smile and looked back at him: "Hmm?"

Chen Wei's gloomy face revealed it bluntly. He felt very dissatisfied when he heard the topic of Zhu Hong. Chen Wei was silent for a few seconds, and then said coldly: "It's a soul-catching person. People who were caught by ghosts have clean eyes. But if their life is not over, they are caught by someone in the spring, or something is caught by a living person, the shadow reflected in the darkness will be left in the eyes of the dead."

"Well...what do you think this is?" Zhao Yunlan asked.

Chen Wei lowered his eyes and suppressed his voice and said softly: "How do I know?"

"Oh, what's wrong? Are you unhappy? Are you jealous?" Zhao Yunlan was so mean, "I just like others to be jealous. Let me give you another one to the master?"

Chen Wei: "..."

"You used to carry it all day long, like a male god who is not a worldly fireworks. I'm too lazy to watch you pretending, and it's so tired for you." Zhao Yunlan casually pasted the note paper behind a draft of Chen Wei's used lesson plan and instructed him, "Come on, that male god, there is a scanner next to the computer on the desk. Please scan it into a picture and send it to the office, so that they can check as much as I can before I go there."

Chen Wei took it, walked to the machine and stood there. After turning on the machine, he began to stare at the bunch of instruments in front of him. The male god actually only knows how to turn on the machine and turn off the machine and play the ppts that others have done for him. Basically, the other things are done by the teaching assistant. I can't tell which one is an inkjet printer and which one is a scanner.

At this time, Zhao Yunlan turned behind him unexpectedly, put his arms around from behind, put Chen Wei's hand in the scanner, and completed the operation step by step. Finally, he deliberately blew into Chen Wei's ear in the noise of the instrument working: "Well, no? Why don't you ask your husband to teach you?"

Chen Wei: "..."

Zhao Yunlan smiled and quickly touched Shen Wei's butt. Before Shen Wei blushed and blew on him, she hid far away, turned over a calendar on the desk, and knocked on an email account and password: "This is always possible. Find the 'colleague' column in the contact person and send them the pictures you swept in."

After saying that, the smile on his face seemed to have been taken off, fading away very quickly, and called No. 4 Guangming Road: "Wang Zheng? Are you still awake? Thank you for your hard work, tighten the curtains - I know that something happened to Lin Jing. I have sent you a picture. Everyone in the office will pass it on and check it out. It is the best thing to find out what it is. Let Lao Li help prepare two cars. We will set off for half an hour to go to the crime scene."

At this moment, the chandelier in the room shook slightly, and Longcheng felt a little bit unresponsive. However, after this wave of undetectable earthquake passed, a new email prompt sound rang on and off the phone at the same time.

Wang Zheng said on the phone: "Wait, Director Zhao, there is Lin Jing's email."

Chen Wei turned his head outside the phone: "The person you are looking for seems to have sent an email."

Zhao Yunlan narrowed her eyes and said to Wang Zheng: "Don't hang up first."

Lin Jing sent a video, which he took a selfie with his mobile phone.

This selfie emperor who is always taking beautiful selfies is superb, and he can't tell the shaking of his hands. The picture is always very stable, but the video is constantly shaking. Lin Jing is panting very heavily, and the screen is shaking very hard. He is either walking quickly or running.

He was a little out of breath, but the breathing was pressed very low. Lin Jing's hand was shaking violently, and the screen was aimed at his face. His mouth opened and closed, but there was no sound. Zhao Yunlan frowned and determined his lips with difficulty: "I... lost my voice, Erduo... my ears began to be unable to hear clearly. The income and expenditure... was wrong, it was because my fingers were stiff and I had an ominous premonition."

Immediately afterwards, Lin Jing shook her hand, and the camera moved away from his face and pointed it at a very high-end villa area in front of her - the group of sanitation and vacation villas that happened in the Borrowing Birth Event.

At first glance, the houses are pretty, but Zhao Yunlan felt a sense of incongruity when he saw it.

At this time, the sound of Lin Jing tapping the back cover of the phone with her fingers came from the video. The sound was very loud and a little harsh. It was these few sounds that set off the silence of the entire villa group.

Lin Jing stretched out a finger and drew the line "Empty, not a single person" in front of the phone's camera. Zhao Yunlan noticed that the second joint of his finger was as stiff as a stone, and could not bend at all, and a strange blue-gray color appeared.

Then Lin Jing paused her fingers, pointed the camera at his face, pointed to his ears, and shook his head with a serious expression. He subconsciously took out a string of Buddhist beads, closed his eyes, and opened and closed his lips slightly without sound, as if he was chanting the scriptures with compulsory calmness.

After a while, when he opened his eyes again, he seemed to be stunned, and then he suddenly narrowed his eyes with great difficulty. Then, the camera shook violently for a while, and the video was interrupted here.

"In the end, it is very likely that he found that he couldn't see clearly, so he quickly sent the video." Zhao Yunlan judged, "Maybe it was because of his vision that he clicked the wrong point and sent a regular email, so we only saw it now, or..."

"Or it's because of some reason that the email has never been sent." Chen Wei took it.

Zhao Yunlan turned his head and looked at him. After a while, the two of them said softly: "The earthquake just now."

As soon as he finished speaking, a faint tremor came again. Just like ordinary aftershocks, there were footsteps and people in the corridor. Zhao Yunlan's house lived higher, and the tremors at the upper floors were probably stronger, and people began to panic and run out.

Zhao Yunlan is not someone who has never experienced earthquakes. He stood there without moving: "Don't you think this 'earthquake' is a bit strange? The crust movement seems to be shaking more... This is like trembling."

Chen Wei lowered his eyes and felt it for a moment: "It seems to be the movement of the underworld."

"Underland?"

Chen Wei's face was a little solemn. Zhao Yunlan thought about it, squatted down, stuffed the gun with special bullets with bullets, inserted a dagger with talismans under his trouser legs, and then took out all the money in his wallet and stuffed it into his pocket. The money clip was freed up and grabbed a thick dozen talisman paper.

Finally, he pulled out a piece of wood chips from the drawer. It was the real "Soul-Suppressing Order". The bark cut off from the trunk of the real master wood. The three words "Soul-Suppressing Order" on it burst out with dazzling sparks when they touched Zhao Yunlan's fingers.

"Let's go." He stuffed the soul-suppressing bell into his pocket and said decisively.

Twenty minutes later, the two arrived at No. 4 Guangming Road. After a while, two off-road vehicles drove out of the yard at the same time and drove directly to the place where Lin Jing had an accident.

Longcheng is less than 300 kilometers away from the crime site, and it takes more than four hours to walk the expressway. There is no industry in the area, but there are mountains and water hot springs. It is a typical tourist and sanitation town. The surrounding natural villages were moved away for the beautiful environment, and only purchasing staff and service personnel entered and left here every day.

The town was too quiet, it was like a dead city. There was a caravan pulling goods at the entrance of the town. It was parked on the side of the road in an inappropriate manner. There were trucks of fresh vegetables and there were still many things, but the cockpit door was open, but the people inside disappeared.

"There must be many waiters from surrounding towns and villages every day," Zhao Yunlan said. "Xiao Guo, get off the car, go drive another one by yourself, go to the town to find a local police station colleague, have you received a call from your family about the missing population in the past few days."

Guo Changcheng was stunned for a moment. He keenly felt the strangeness of the town. Just standing there, his legs were trembling. Zhao Chu clearly asked him to leave, obviously trying to protect him. This made Guo Changcheng feel relieved at first, but then raised his heart higher for unknown reasons.

"Let Zhu Hong be with you." Zhao Yunlan said.

Zhu Hong was not Xiao Guo who was beaten casually, and immediately objected: "I won't leave! I won't go anywhere!"

Zhao Yunlan took out a cigarette and put it in her mouth, without looking at her: "Why, I haven't officially resigned yet, and my words are useless?"

Zhu Hong: "I..."

Zhao Yunlan was just talking nonsense, and without saying a word, she sat back into the car and closed the door: "Old Chu, come here and get this one."

Zhu Hong stood stiffly and glared at Zhao Yunlan angrily.

Chu Shuzhi stepped on her shoulder gently and pushed her: "Go quickly, Director Zhao's arrangements make sense. You can't help here. Xiao Guo may not communicate well, so please help him."
Chapter completed!