Chapter 141 Chapter 141 Taolin Village

Listening to Sister Wang's description of Qi Dabao, He Junxia's brows gradually furrowed, and a horrifying guess emerged in his mind.

"Sister Wang, could you please tell me more about the specific circumstances of the fire? Where was Qi Dabao at the time?"

Sister Wang is also a smart person.

Seeing the serious expression on the face of the master sent by the police station, he couldn't help but wonder if there was any other hidden story behind the fire that caused the deaths of two people.

She tried to recall her past memories: "The fire broke out at 1 or 2 in the morning. Everyone was asleep at that time. The upstairs neighbors only discovered it after it had grown bigger."

"There was such a commotion that people from several buildings were forced to evacuate. It was so crowded and chaotic. When the firefighters arrived and put out the fire, they discovered that Grandma Wang and her granddaughter hadn't made it out."

Sister Wang sighed as she spoke.

"As for Qi Dabao, he had gone out drinking with friends. When he came back after hearing the news, he knelt on the ground, slapped himself repeatedly, and cried breathlessly."

He Junxia asked again: "What does Qi Dabao do for a living?"

"Well, he doesn't seem to have a stable, formal job. When he's short on money, he works as a decorator on a daily basis at the labor market."

Sister Wang was a little hesitant.

Nowadays, people pay great attention to their privacy. There are so many families living in the community, and the information their property management can know is limited.

"Okay, I understand. Thank you for your cooperation." He Junxia once again instructed, "Don't let anyone approach Room 402 during this period."

Sister Wang agreed repeatedly.

Even if He Junxia didn't say anything, the frightened residents of the community would not easily approach Room 402. Several households upstairs and downstairs of Room 402 moved out overnight.

Even the boss of the company, Shenjingbing, who always scoffed at the talk of ghosts and gods, rushed to the nearest temple to burn incense and worship Buddha after listening to a recording sent by someone else.

When he learned that the police station had called and said that they would send someone to deal with the matter today, he flew to the Buddhist holy land overnight to donate incense and merit.

Sister Wang felt that no fool would come to her door on his own initiative.

Not necessarily

Sister Wang suddenly remembered the news she had read a few days ago. In order to stimulate the audience's attention, several network anchors deliberately created gimmicks to explore haunted places, and in the end one died and two went crazy.

I heard that the dead man died in a very miserable way, with all the bones in his body broken and his mouth corners cut all the way to his ears. The police haven't found the murderer yet.

As she was thinking, a cool breeze blew from her back. Sister Wang shivered violently several times, ran out of the office as if escaping, and stood in the scorching sun to slowly calm down.

Hot spots are still good.

…

After leaving Chuxin Community, He Junxia's furrowed brows never relaxed. Even after getting on the online taxi, he was still thinking about what Sister Wang said.

The accident report issued by the fire department indicated that the fire was caused by aging circuits, and Qi Dabao often did odd jobs doing renovations to earn money, so the two could not be said to be unrelated.

After all, decorating a new house usually involves water, electricity and gas.

Moreover, on the afternoon before the fire, Qi Dabao was walking in the community with his mother and daughter, but in the evening he went out drinking with friends and did not return until the early morning.

He Junxia rubbed his eyebrows.

The logic was still too far-fetched. There were so many lucky coincidences in the world that he couldn't jump to conclusions.

The most important thing now is to see whether Qi Dabao bought a huge amount of life insurance for Grandma Wang and her granddaughter, and obtained a huge amount of profit.

But He Junxia still felt something was wrong.

Murder and suicide to defraud insurance are not common but not uncommon.

If Qi Dabao really bought a huge amount of insurance for his family, would the insurance company be willing to pay the compensation?

I guess the police station won't close the case easily.

But both Sister Wang and the residents of Building 8 said only that Qi Dabao disappeared a few days after the fire, and it was said that he went to another place.

He Junxia took out his cell phone and started typing. Before arriving at school, he quickly completed an application form and sent it to the robot assistant.

Most of the ghosts wreaking havoc in the world of the living are haunted by resentment, unwilling to be reincarnated. And most of these resentful ghosts died unjustly or violently.

Therefore, when performing tasks, the Xuanli Master often discovers murders that have not yet been discovered.

To address this situation, a special application channel has been set up on the Xuanjie app. The Xuanli Master who accepts the task only needs to report the situation truthfully, and a dedicated person will review it within a week.

"Click"

The driver got out of the car and opened the door. He Junxia put away his phone and got out.

He looked at the somewhat impatient Xie Qi and said, "Brother, do you want to go to Yan's Restaurant tonight? Their manager told me about the improved salt-baked chicken and white-cut chicken recipes."

Xie Qi's expression lightened up a bit.

He glanced at He Juanxia and said, "This mission is in vain. Go to the mountain over in West City tonight and pray for the souls of three old ghosts. I will let you pass."

He Junxia bowed and smiled: "Thank you, Senior Brother."

*

The Xuanjie investigation and reexamination will take seven working days.

During this period, He Junxia was busy completing tasks during the day and practicing drawing talismans under the moonlight at night. He was so busy that he had two obvious dark circles under his eyes.

"Penta Kill!"

A high-pitched and exciting pentakill notification sound rang out in dormitory 306. Xie Qi put down his phone boredly and looked at He Junxia who was concentrating on practicing.

This guy is really hard to figure out.

Wouldn't he be bored?

The obvious gazes from the others made He Junxia slowly open his eyes. He looked at Xie Qi, who was wielding his phone like a dagger, and after a moment's hesitation, he said, "Brother, I seem to have reached the second level."

Xie Qi: ???

Xie Qi suddenly jumped out of bed: "Attack me with all your strength."

He Junxia hesitated: "Brother, this is the dormitory, let's go out and find an open space."

If you break something, you have to pay for it.

Xie Qi was speechless: "Are you short of money? Forget it, just draw a Spirit Fire Talisman for me. No need to take a bath, that's troublesome."

He Junxia breathed a sigh of relief.

Although he was not short of money, it was troublesome to break Ning Siyuan's things and destroy the bed, desk and bookcase.

And he didn't want to do such a stupid thing.

He Junxia took out all the materials needed to draw the spiritual fire talisman and went to the balcony. The coolness brought by the air conditioner was instantly dispelled by the scorching sun pouring down.

But He Junxia strangely found that he seemed to be more heat-resistant.

Maybe it's because I just came out of the air-conditioned room and didn't feel much?

He Junxia put this trivial matter behind her, raised her head and closed her eyes to feel the scorching heat of the sun for a while, then picked up the jade brush and wrote with full concentration.

A spiritual fire talisman was completed in one go.

Looking at the glittering talismans on the desk, He Junxia did not shout out in joy. Even his breathing became extremely slow. He closed his eyes and quietly savored the state of freely writing.

Xie Qi didn't disturb him.

After a long while, He Junxia reluctantly opened his eyes and slowly exhaled the foul air in his chest.

A little bit of spiritual light can make a talisman, while the world's ink and vermilion are wasted.

He finally understood the meaning of this sentence.

He Junxia turned around and bowed: "Thank you for your advice, Senior Brother."

Xie Qi nodded very reservedly, showing no sign of being surprised by He Junxia's quick success - after all, the success rate of this kid's most skilled Spirit Purification Talisman was only 30%, and the success rate of the Spirit Fire Talisman was less than 10%.

Xie Qi walked forward and picked up the spiritual fire talisman on the table, turned to look at He Junxia, ​​his tone somewhat strange.

"Guiyi Temple is really lucky. First it was Ning Shiran, and now it's you. Those Taoist temples that were lost in history and lost their heritage must be envious."

He Junxia touched his nose and said, "Brother, you are too kind."

Xie Qi raised his eyebrows: "Do you think I'm praising you?"

He Junxia: Isn’t it?

Xie Qi snorted. What good was there to praise about two unlucky guys born at the wrong time? He didn't explain, only saying, "This Spirit Fire Talisman has reached a low-to-high level. It's worth ten thousand in the Xuan Realm. You can go for the second-level Xuanli Master review later."

He Junxia's eyes lit up.

It was not because of the actual value of this spiritual fire talisman, but because of his progress in drawing talismans.

You have to know that before today, it took him a lot of effort to draw a lowest-level spiritual fire talisman, and he had to take a bath and change clothes before drawing.

He Junxia lowered his head, picked up the jade brush and started writing again. The tip of the brush moved smoothly across the yellow paper, like a nimble little snake.

However, the little snake suddenly stopped when it reached a certain place, and the mysterious power stored in He Junxia's body was exhausted. No matter how unwilling he was, he had to give up.

Feeling Xie Qi's undisguised ridicule, He Junxia buried his head in tidying up the table and materials, and closed his eyes to meditate and rest on the cushion.

*

5 p.m.

Wen Panhai was waiting at the gate early. She had just received news that Ning Shiran's new disciple was coming to take the dual assessments of a second-level Xuanli Master and a first-level Talisman Master.

The Bureau of Anomalous Affairs is located in a remote suburb. There are not many cars or pedestrians coming and going in front of the door. Whenever a taxi comes, she will observe it carefully for a while.

Oh, she was so stupid. She should have asked the driver to pick up Ji so that they wouldn't have any problems on the way here.

Wen Panhai paced back and forth anxiously.

After several encounters, she knew that Ji Zhou wasn't someone who would act without a clear purpose. Since he dared to apply, it meant he was absolutely confident of passing the assessment.

You should know that Ji Zhou has only been practicing for less than three months. Even Ning Shiran, who was once famous in Kyoto, practiced for a full six months before reaching the second level of Xuanli.

As long as this child safely passes through his growth period, he will definitely become the leader of the new generation in the metaphysical world within five years.

No, he could even leave all his peers far behind like his senior sister, not to mention that he was quite talented in drawing talismans.

Wen Panhai made up his mind.

As long as Ji Zhou can pass the assessment of a second-level Xuanli Master, he will bring him into the Abnormal Management Bureau no matter what.

A high-end online car-hailing service slowly stopped under Wen Panhai's gaze, and He Junxia got out: "Aunt Wen, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."

Wen Panhai stepped forward with a smile: "What do you mean by wait or not? Our Guiyi Temple has produced a genius like you. I'm happy to wait for you even for a day and a night."

"Come on, Master Xie, come in and talk."

Wen Panhai enthusiastically led the two into the living room: "Would you like to eat something to replenish your energy first?"

He Junxia smiled: "No need."

After just five hours of training and a sumptuous dinner, he was now at his most energetic.

Wen Panhai was also very curious and did not try to dissuade him.

"Okay, come with me."

Xie Qi sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, chewing two packets of chicken jerky that Wen Panhai had brought him. "Close the door."

Although he needed to protect Ji Zhou's safety, he wasn't his follower. If Ji Zhou could get into trouble here, the Anomalous Affairs Bureau wouldn't have any reason to exist.

What's the point of fighting when your house can be robbed?

Wen Panhai closed the door gently. She didn't care about Xie Qi's attitude at all.

After all, throughout China, there were only a handful of people stronger than Xie Qi, and many of them were nearly a hundred years old. Most of those with equal strength looked down on him, but Xie Qi's attitude was much better than theirs.

What a pity...

Wen Panhai put that unrealistic idea behind him and turned his attention to He Junxia. The people around her are the future of the metaphysics world.

Fortunately, Xie Qi didn't follow. After all, he belonged to Guiyi Temple and had a mouth that could make people angry to death.

With him around, his plan might be misinterpreted into something strange.

Wen Panhai watched He Junxia walk into the examination room, hoping he would pass. Even if Ji Zhou still refused to join the Abnormal Affairs Bureau, she was happy that such a gifted person had appeared in China.

He Junxia walked into the small room used for the examination. There was no one else here, only a half-meter-high stone tablet and a desk filled with materials needed to draw the purification talisman.

He Junxia mobilized all his profound strength to attack the erected stone tablet. After a moment, a line of golden words appeared on the stone tablet.

[Level 2 Intermediate]

He Junxia's eyebrows moved slightly. To be honest, he also felt that his cultivation speed was too fast.

A well-known top genius in the Xuan Realm, the young patriarch of the Beichuan clan began practicing at the age of fifteen, and has only reached the intermediate level of the third rank at the age of eighteen.

Is the wisher really a peerless genius?

He Junxia always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't figure out what went wrong.

Forget it, there’s no point in thinking too much.

When the enemy comes, we will fight him; when the water comes, we will block it with earth. The most urgent thing is to pass the dual assessment of Xuanli Master and Talisman Master. After passing, you can get a subsidy of 12,000 yuan per month (8,000 for a second-level Xuanli Master and 4,000 for a first-level Talisman Master).

He Junxia collected his thoughts and calmed his mind. After the brush was fully absorbed with ink, he moved his wrist and opened and closed it on the special yellow paper.

The pen is put down and the talisman is completed.

However, the quality of this Spirit Purification Talisman was much lower than the Spirit Fire Talisman he had drawn in the morning, and was probably only of low-grade quality.

He Junxia put down the pen with a little disappointment.

Of course, this spiritual purification talisman drawn in one stroke is more than enough to pass the assessment of a first-level talisman master, and there may even be a chance to get a first-level middle score.

After all, he only had one chance to succeed.

He Junxia raised his hand and made a gesture to the surveillance camera above his head to indicate the end of the exam, and pasted the drawn purification talisman on the stone tablet.

[First level lower]

The tightly closed door slowly opened, and the instrument embedded in the side wall slowly spit out two small and exquisite badges, one representing a second-level Xuanli Master and the other representing a first-level Talisman Master.

Wen Panhai's heart, which had been hanging high in the air, finally settled down, and he was filled with intense joy and excitement.

genius!

A unique genius!

Wen Panhai even began to be grateful to the evil spirits in the peach blossom forest.

If they and the Peach Blossom Demon had not taken the opportunity to cause trouble, such a big treasure would never have been discovered by them.

"Xiao Zhou, congratulations on passing the test."

"Are you tired? I've asked someone to prepare some food in the lounge. Would you like to try some?"

He Junxia: "Where is my senior brother?"

Wen Panhai: "Master Xie has left. He said he will come to pick you up in two hours."

He Junxia: ...

He Junxia: "Then I'll trouble Aunt Wen."

Although he was not very hungry, it was a thoughtful gesture from others, and he also had some questions to ask Aunt Wen.

He Junxia followed Wen Panhai to a room decorated as a restaurant, where a sumptuous meal was prepared on the table.

Braised pork, lotus root and pork rib soup, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, braised prawns...

They were all very common home-cooked dishes that suited He Junxia's taste, and there was also a large bottle of chilled milk and mung bean soup.

It was obvious that the banquet was specially prepared for him.

He Junxia stopped Wen Panhai from serving her rice. The moment her nose touched the aroma of rice, she sent a strong desire to her brain.

"Auntie Wen, is this rice?"

Wen Panhai smiled and introduced, "This rice is a special rice supplied exclusively to the Operations Team by the Abnormal Affairs Bureau. It only harvests once every three years, and the yield is extremely low. We never sell it to the outside world."

He Junxia carefully sniffed the magical rice in the bowl, and at Wen Panhai's invitation, picked up the chopsticks and took a bite. The rich rice aroma instantly filled her entire mouth.

The taste of spiritual rice is very similar to the rice produced by the first-level mutant rice in the zombie world.

He Junxia narrowed his eyes and lost himself in memories. It turned out that so many years had passed since he and the Zombie King perished together.

I wonder if they are doing well?

"Xiao Zhou, don't just eat, come and try these dishes."

He Junxia came back to his senses, smiled, picked up a piece of shiny red braised pork and put it into his mouth along with rice.

This braised pork seems to have a great origin.

The material for making braised pork is the best pork belly, which is fat and lean, three parts lean and seven parts fat, but it is fat but not greasy and melts in the mouth, with a hint of spiritual energy.

After chewing in the mouth, the gravy, meat chunks and rice are fully mixed, and it is so delicious that you can't wait to swallow your tongue.

He Junxia was surprised: "This meat also has spiritual energy?"

Wen Panhai nodded with some pride: "The pork belly used in the red meat is also the spiritual pork cultivated by our Abnormal Affairs Bureau."

I have to say, He Junxia was a little moved.

Although he had tasted higher-level exotic beast meat in the zombie world, that was years ago. His taste buds had long forgotten that delicious taste, and only his brain vaguely remembered it.

No matter how good the things in your memory are, they are not as satisfying as the food in front of you.

Moreover, the reason why he declined Aunt Wen's invitation many times was not because he had any objections to the Bureau of Extraordinary Affairs, nor was it because Ning Shiran did not allow it.

However, due to his low strength, he would not be able to gain much benefit from joining the Bureau of Extraordinary Affairs. He might also be delayed in his cultivation due to various trivial matters, thus putting the cart before the horse.

But now he is already a second-level mystical power master, so it might be a good idea for him to join the Abnormal Affairs Bureau to receive more systematic training.

[Actually, I'm just greedy.]

[Ahem, Xiao Si, stop talking nonsense. Can you really call a tasker greedy? He's just trying to find an anchor to avoid getting lost.]

He Junxia seriously refuted the system in her heart.

He tasted all the dishes on the table. Every time he tasted one, his taste buds got a new enjoyment, which kept sending "I want more" signals to his brain.

However, with Wen Panhai present, he still wanted to pay attention to his image. Eating and drinking too much would not only embarrass himself, but also Guiyi Temple.

Wen Panhai observed both He Junxia's fondness and her restraint, and was even more satisfied. Those who face and control their desires are much less likely to stray into obsession during their practice.

He Junxia felt the admiration in Wen Panhai's eyes and reached out to pour himself a glass of milk and mung bean ice cream. He lowered his head and took a big sip, trying to use the iced drink to keep his brain, which was craving for food, clear.

However, the drinks produced by the Bureau of Extraordinary Affairs are not ordinary things.

The rich milk and dense bean paste surge in the mouth along with the crushed ice cubes. The spiritual energy contained in them is even stronger than the dishes on the table.

He Junxia was completely impressed by the delicious meal.

After finishing the meal and drinking a few drinks, He Junxia wiped the corners of her mouth with a napkin and said, "Auntie Wen, how much spiritual item quota can a second-level Xuanli Master like me get by joining the Abnormal Affairs Bureau?"

A bright smile appeared on Wen Panhai's face, she knew that she had made the right move.

It was worth it for her to conduct an in-depth investigation into Ji Zhou's preferences and to specially apply to the director for this table of spiritual objects.

Wen Panhai cleared his throat and told the generous conditions he had prepared long ago.

After patiently listening to Wen Panhai's introduction, He Junxia asked, "Aunt Wen, if I unfortunately die during the mission, what compensation can my parents get?"

Wen Panhai paused.

She didn't expect that after listening to her introduction, the first question Ji Zhou asked had nothing to do with spiritual objects, luxury houses, staffing, or salary, but was actually how much compensation her parents would get after her sacrifice.

What a pure heart! He is worthy of being the reincarnation of a good person blessed by the golden body of merit for several generations.

If He Junxia had a favorability detector, he would be able to hear the sound of his favorability increasing by +5+5.

Wen Panhai's tone softened a bit as he explained the compensation methods the Abnormal Affairs Bureau would use to compensate the families of sacrificed employees.

After saying that, she looked at He Junxia expectantly, and He Junxia did not disappoint her expectations.

"I'm willing to join the Abnormal Affairs Bureau."

Even though he knew that this matter was almost certain, Wen Panhai was still overjoyed when he heard He Junxia agree with his own ears.

She truly brought a top talent to the Yun City Abnormal Affairs Bureau. Their branch would surely place among the top in next year's Abnormal Affairs Bureau competition.

In order to avoid any further complications, Wen Panhai immediately took out the contract and pen he had prepared long ago and watched He Junxia sign his name.

The contract was in duplicate. He Junxia picked up her own contract and asked Wen Panhai about the retrial of the Chuxin Community fire case.

He has not received any feedback from his assistant.

If the newly acquired little genius makes a request, even if it's for the stars or the moon, Wen Panhai will try his best to get it, let alone just asking for a reiterated Xuanjie mission.

"I'll have my assistant check for you now."

Wen Panhai took He Junxia to the electronics studio on the third floor and happily introduced the new little genius to everyone.

He Junxia received warm applause. After a brief conversation, he opened the document that Assistant Zhang sent to him through the Xuanjie APP and scanned every message.

Qi Dabao didn't buy a large life insurance policy for his mother and children. The only insurance payout he received was for the personal accident insurance policy, which the school required all students to purchase, and it was only 80,000 yuan.

Would a person kill a mother and a child for 80,000 yuan?

It is said that the lower limit of human beings can be beyond imagination, but if it was just for money, why would Qi Dabao kill his mother who raised him with great difficulty?

Moreover, the average house price in Chuxin Community is around 350,000 yuan. If you really are short of money, it is better to sell the house instead of taking risks.

But if Qi Dabao wasn't the one who started the fire, why did Grandma Wang sound so strange, as if she had a deep hatred for the child?

Is he overthinking it?