Siming relayed the unlucky ghost's words, and Zhao Guoyan frowned and said, "According to the time and place, this woman should be Wang Fang, 25 years old, working as a nanny in Wanghai Villa."
"She usually gets off work late and passes by here."
“After receiving the missing person report, we immediately searched this route.”
"But nothing was found."
"If that guy's description is true, there should be blood here."
"Even if there had been a heavy rain that night, it wouldn't have been able to wash it away so cleanly."
"Sun Youjun, take your colleagues from the identification department to take a look."
"I understand, boss." Sun Youjun went there happily. It was the first time for him to investigate a case with a ghost, and it felt good.
The two asked the unlucky guy some more details, and from these details, Zhao Guoyan finally got a clue.
Siming turned her head to look for her cotton jacket. This time she was no longer sticking to the unlucky guy, but lying on the ground, sniffing like a dog.
Siming's temples throbbed, and he knew he would correct this girl's dirty habits sooner or later. "What are you doing?"
"Looking for my grandson." The cotton-padded jacket pouted and shrugged, "The delicious one said my grandson fell here."
Without raising his head or resting his hands, he rummaged through the garbage heap and said, "Found it."
Mian'ao excitedly picked up a piece of broken wood and handed it to Siming to see.
Siming tried his best to ignore the cotton-padded jacket's dark little claws and didn't notice anything.
The cotton jacket grinned: "I smell the blood of my grandson, I can find my grandson."
Siming raised his eyebrows. This girl also has the attributes of a hunting dog?
"Can you really find it?"
The cotton jacket raised its little head proudly: "Humph, of course."
With a step of its short legs, it ran away with a clatter.
Sima Ming hurriedly called Zhao Guoyan to follow.
Zhao Guoyan also heard the conversation between the two, and took two colleagues to chase after Si Ming.
The unlucky guy was stunned for a second, then quickly followed.
The short legs in the cotton-padded jacket moved very quickly and nothing happened.
The person behind him was having a hard time keeping up and was so tired that he was sticking out his tongue.
Siming slapped himself in annoyance and wondered why he didn't drive.
"Girl, how far is it?"
“It’s getting closer.”
The cotton-padded jacket kept running and ran even faster.
Siming sighed. He had run almost half the city and was a little out of breath, not to mention Zhao Guoyan and the others, who were almost running for their lives and were in a trance.
But as they were grown men, they were too embarrassed to complain about being tired, so they had to bite the bullet and continue.
This is what it means to suffer for the sake of face.
At the garbage incineration site in the eastern suburbs of the city, thick smoke and a pungent stench hit the face.
Cotton-padded jacket stopped, stood at the door, and tilted his head to look inside.
Siming tried hard to calm his breathing and thought to himself that it was a close call, he almost fell down from running.
He asked calmly, "Here?"
Cotton Jacket hummed: "My grandson is inside, but there are so many grandsons, I don't know which one to find."
"So many?" Siming didn't understand.
Cotton Jacket turned his head to look at him: "Yes, my grandson was dismembered."
Siming...how can you say such cruel words in such a casual tone.
"Where's his spirit? Can you sense it?"
The little girl's face was troubled, as if she was having some difficulty and was a little uncomfortable: "The delicious food is in a very small and dark place and I can't get out."
Siming noticed something was wrong with Mian Ao, and reached out to touch her forehead: "Don't look, I'll go in and find it myself."
"Oh," Mian'ao agreed. She didn't like that place and it would be tiring to visit it.
Zhao Guoyan and the other two arrived late, drenched in sweat. They rested their hands on their knees and panted as they asked, "Captain Si, we're here, we're here?"
Sima Ming felt a little sympathetic towards Zhao Guoyan. Fortunately, he was a cultivator, and his physical fitness had improved a lot.
"We're here, Captain Zhao, why don't we take a break first and then discuss what to do?"
Zhao Guoyan waved his hand, wanting to say no.
But the body is more honest than the mouth. Once I sit down, I never want to get up again.
The two people who followed him lay down early. They were so tired, even more tired than running a marathon.
The little girl is not a human at all. Her short legs move like Hot Wheels.
Sima Ming turned his gaze towards the garbage dump and opened his Yin-Yang eyes.
What meets the eye is a strong sense of resentment, floating over the garbage dump, forming a thick dark cloud.
Resentment is the result of a corpse that has lost its soul and cannot condense into a resentful spirit.
But the energy at the moment of death lingers for a long time and forms this.
No wonder the yin energy here is so heavy, the resentment covers the sky, and no light or heat can penetrate, so yin and darkness are breeding wildly.
Together with the corpses of those who died unjustly, it has become a complete gathering place of evil.
Such a strong resentment is definitely not something that can be brought about by a few corpses in a short period of time.
I'm afraid the number of corpses buried here is even greater than that in the mass graves of the past.
The time period can be traced back more than ten years.
Resentment cannot hurt people, it will only affect their luck.
But people who stay here for a long time will also be affected.
In mild cases, patients suffer from insomnia, frequent dreams, physical weakness, and frequent colds.
In serious cases, one will encounter ghosts, suffer from many disasters and misfortunes.
Perhaps the people living around here always felt unwell, so they moved out one after another.
Now, this area only has this garbage dump, and the rest is wasteland. It is naturally convenient to do something.
Sima Ming released his spiritual power and probed inside.
As soon as he entered the door, he raised an eyebrow.
Spiritual power is blocked?
There are restrictions here.
The person behind this is very capable.
Zhao Guoyan calmed down a lot, stood up and asked, "Should we go in directly or what?"
Siming said: "The people here are very powerful. I am not sure about the situation inside and whether there are innocent people, so it is not advisable to act rashly."
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