Chapter 8: Too Few Ghosts
"Secretary Qin?" Teng Su's eyes flashed with surprise, and his gaze turned to the people lying or kneeling on the ground.
The first reaction was that the Luo Group was related to Red Rhino Security.
As soon as the thought came to his mind, Teng Su felt it was unlikely.
At this time, Qin Qinsen was just an unpopular newcomer in the workplace. Luo Nanchen could easily attribute his achievements to Shangguan Yue. He couldn't even protect his own work results, let alone send him out to contact someone of Boss Hong's level.
Ever since hearing the name Teng An and the mention of "Boss Teng" from them, Qin Qinsen had a hunch that it was probably the Teng family. After all, the surname Teng was rare, and even rarer still were those with the surname Teng who could afford to hire a security company to escort their belongings.
I just didn't expect that Teng Su would come in person.
"Mr. Teng." Qin Qinsen put on a professional fake smile.
"know?"
He nodded in response to Brother Hong's question. Qin Qinsen walked out of the private room and asked someone to clean up the vomit so as not to affect his appetite.
"Brother, sit down."
Patting the chair, Teng An was so happy that his teeth were not visible. Finally finding an opportunity to take credit, Teng An waved to Brother Hong, "Where's the stuff? Where did you put it? It was still on the table just now."
Brother Hong was picking up some food for Boss Huang and shrugged, indicating that the other party was not with him.
Slapping his head, Teng An remembered, "It's with someone there!"
Teng Su sighed imperceptibly, repeating to himself, "My own child, I'll try not to beat him in front of others. I'll talk to him when I get home, I'll talk to him when I get home..."
Qin Qinsen didn't come back until the waiter cleaned the floor, holding the box that the Teng family had been looking for.
"It got a little dirty, I wiped it off, is that okay?"
Qin Qinsen put down the box and continued to eat. His movements were neither hurried nor slow. When he ate his favorite food, a look of satisfaction appeared in his eyes.
Completely different from the person I remember.
In his previous life, Qin Qinsen was gloomy, selfish, and cold, inevitably doing dirty things around Luo Nanchen. But the man before him, though a recent graduate, had no trace of youthfulness, always smiling at everyone. He was already handsome, and even though he knew his smile meant nothing, it still made one's heart soften a little when he looked at him.
"Are Secretary Qin and Boss Hong familiar with each other?" Teng Su asked, stroking the extra talisman paper on the box with his fingers.
"Just a free meal." Qin Qinsen answered casually.
It was a non-working day and Teng Su wasn't paying him, so there was no need to tell the truth.
For a moment, no one spoke except the sound of dishes and chopsticks.
Teng An was inexplicably nervous, "Well, I took it back?"
His eyes were fixed on Qin Qinsen, and Teng Su's heart skipped a beat when he thought of the other party's fist.
——Qin Qinsen might have a way to deal with the things in the box!
Teng Su was a little absent-minded with the voices of his silly brother and Qin Qinsen in his ears.
No, he couldn't take the risk. The thing in the box would surely burst out and start a murderous rampage soon. The only person he could trust now was Master Fahui, the abbot of Ning'an Temple.
No one noticed the complex thoughts in Teng Su's eyes. They just thought that this man was the same as the rumors on the Internet in private, taciturn and domineering.
"You can't check it, don't uncover the talisman, Ning'an Temple will have a way."
Qin Qinsen immediately rejected Teng An's request to open the lid for inspection. However, while speaking, he was looking at Teng Su.
Their eyes met, and Teng Su nodded slowly, "Yeah."
"If you need anything, Mr. Teng can contact me at any time." After saying that, Qin Qinsen stood up and said goodbye, but left without even leaving a phone number.
"Huh? What does that mean?" Teng An was still confused, not knowing what this man was up to with his brother. He could only twist his head back and forth between the two of them, almost breaking his neck.
Qin Qinsen did not go far, just waited at the door.
Sure enough, Boss Huang followed him out and said, "Let's go back together."
"Not waiting for Brother Hong?"
Boss Huang asked despite knowing the answer. He glared at the boy with a smirk and left first.
"You haven't told me yet, how did you know that gesture?"
"First, tell me how the box can be touched again."
Qin Qinsen rolled his eyes and said, "It's cursed. The things inside can't come out, and people outside can't open it."
The traffic light at the intersection was red, and Boss Huang glanced at him and asked, "Aren't you afraid that no one can open the Ning'an Temple?"
"So tell them to contact me if they have anything else." Qin Qinsen spread his hands and smiled like a fox. "Send me back quickly. The old man upstairs is waiting to exorcise the evil spirits."
"Do you want to know how I made that gesture?"
Boss Huang drove the car resignedly, and suddenly felt that the boy in the passenger seat and the Taoist priest in his dream were exactly the same.
"It's nothing more than a dream."
How could a person who had been dead for ten years come back to life?
Looking at the shadows of lights passing by outside the window, Qin Qinsen snorted softly, "I haven't seen him come to sit in my dream, so what's the big deal about him running to someone else."
"He's doing well. Look at the way he's dressed... Tsk."
He shook his head and chuckled, then Boss Huang asked curiously, "But he said that making an exception and coming here might make it difficult in the future. What does that mean?"
Qin Qinsen had some idea about what Boss Huang said that was difficult to understand.
He had come from a book, and it was truly remarkable that the old Taoist could cross the boundary between the two worlds and send a message in a dream. He must have accumulated enough merit in the mortal world, and after death, he became an official of a high rank, which gave him the ability to send a message across the boundary.
Until the car stopped, Qin Qinsen didn't mention anything else. He only asked Boss Huang to remind Brother Hong to transfer the money. The life of the little punk is also life, and it is still worth some money.
"Got it, get out of here." Boss Huang watched him gradually move away and suddenly shouted, "I'll find you next time I have work!"
He waved his hand indifferently, signaling the other party to go back quickly, and Qin Qinsen ran up the stairs two at a time.
Nan's house upstairs is easy to deal with. Just draw a couple of calming and evil-repelling talismans. Uncle Li must have provoked some wandering ghosts. We need to take him to the intersection to burn some gold and silver paper money, gold ingots, and the like.
While thinking, I went to the third floor.
The first floor is uninhabited and is used to park bicycles, electric vehicles, etc. Qin Qinsen lives on the second floor, and the floor above that is where Sister Nan and Uncle Li live.
It was just past nine o'clock. The soundproofing in the building was poor, but I could hear someone's TV playing a martial arts drama loudly, and the sounds of sword fights were very intense.
After ringing the doorbell, there was no response for a long time. Qin Qinsen raised his hand and knocked on the security door, "Sister Nan? Is Sister Nan home?"
Bang, bang, bang.
As he moved, the iron door made a muffled sound, echoing in the night corridor. The sensor lights upstairs and downstairs responded to the sound, but the light was dim and did not provide much illumination.
Qin Qinsen took two steps back and rang the doorbell of Uncle Li's house.
Again, no one responded.
Logically speaking, Sister Nan’s son is only four years old. He has been frightened and unable to sleep at night recently. He is at a sensitive age and it is impossible for him to hear any noise outside without any reaction.
"The righteousness of heaven and earth, all laws follow the heart, and they are broken."
The lights dimmed, the sound of the TV disappeared, and the corridor returned to silence.
"No wonder I didn't notice it for a week." Qin Qinsen was a little annoyed.
I haven't seen enough ghosts, and something almost happened.
Just by listening to Sister Nan and Uncle Li's description, Qin Qinsen thought it was just an ordinary wandering spirit that was pestering the old man who was buying paper money, and its purpose was just to ask for money.
Now it seems that the third floor has long entered the ghost realm - a dark illusion similar to that created by a ghost hand, but even worse than that.
The third floor is separated from the real world. It exists in reality, yet is incompatible with it.
People go about their daily lives in this building, passing by the third floor and perhaps even saying hello to Mr. Li as he prepares to go for a stroll. The sound of the television echoes endlessly, and the sizzling of meat and vegetables in the pot is warm and noisy, full of the aroma of life. No one notices that these sounds repeat themselves, unchanging.
When night fell, Sister Nan and Uncle Li were trapped inside and continued to suffer torture.
Compared to the ghost hand, the ghost on the third floor was relatively benign. It didn't kill anyone, and it didn't cause any bloodshed. It was just hiding too well, deceiving him.
As the illusion was broken, the loud cry of the child startled the sensor light above his head. Without thinking about what they had provoked, Qin Qinsen slammed the door panel vigorously.
"Sister Nan, open the door!"
The iron door banged, and soon someone in the house finally responded.
"Who! Is it... is it Xiao Qin?" Sister Nan's hesitant voice trembled. After getting a positive answer, she still only dared to open the door a crack. After confirming again and again that it was the enthusiastic young man she met at noon, she unlocked the door.
“Come in quickly!”
Compared with the fatigue and helplessness during the day, Sister Nan was even more neurotic at night - the continuous fear was about to crush her.
Without waiting for Sister Nan to explain the current situation, Qin Qinsen ran towards the direction of the crying child.
“Wa ...
"The nursery teacher said he was very well behaved, but he kept crying after I brought him home. The talisman from Qingyi Temple was completely useless!"
Qin Qinsen noticed that the child was resting his head on a small pile of blankets. "Where's the pillow?"
"I spilled some water while drinking it, and it got all wet."
There were several talismans lying in the trash can at his feet, including one he had drawn on white paper at noon. All of them were soaked in water and had no effect.
"The talisman cannot get wet. Come here and see where I press." He placed his knuckles on the soles of the child's feet, applied a little force, and pressed in a circular motion.
Sister Nan watched for a while, said she had learned it, and then took over Qin Qinsen's movements and started pressing them.
Sure enough, the child's crying gradually subsided.
Qin Qinsen rubbed his hands until they were warm, and then rubbed the child's abdomen. Soon, the child fell asleep completely.
"It's okay." Qin Qinsen said softly, tapping the boy's forehead a few times.
Like a verdict, Sister Nan's tears finally fell. God knows what this past week has been like for them. The child's cries have gotten louder each day, and tonight, he's been wailing since he walked in. When asked if he's feeling unwell, he can't explain. There's constant noise outside, and not only is the surveillance camera showing nothing, but a terrifying face suddenly appears, pressed against the camera.
Even the talisman paper became useless for various reasons.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
A huge crashing sound accompanied by a strange rhythm came into the house. Sister Nan hurriedly looked at her son and found that he showed no signs of waking up.
Taking out the evil-repelling talismans and sticking them on the bedroom doors and windows, Qin Qinsen handed over two yellow talismans and said, "If something comes in, throw the talismans over."
Sister Nan nervously clenched the talisman in her hand and nodded beside the child. The noise outside the door grew louder, even to the point of terrifying screams. Sister Nan bit her lower lip and said, "You, you be careful."
"fine."
He quickly ran to the living room. He wanted to see what had almost caused him to fall over!
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