☆、63 Porcelain Jar
"What does this mean?" The five team members were a little confused.
"A public execution?" Yu Jiuyin went up to take a look. Sure enough, these people appeared asleep, but in reality, they were in a similar state to Wu Tianren's. Their souls had completely dissipated, leaving only their bodies. And these thoughts about hell were strictly related to the sins committed by the Wang family.
As for the servants, they were certainly not clean either. All of Wang Zhenjun's actions were carried out in the old house. These servants had always served the Wang family and must have been corrupted by them long ago. That was why the ghost child, now out of control, had sent them all to their deaths.
"What should we do now?" someone asked Rongqing.
"Go call an ambulance." Rong Qing's order was simple, and the person who received the order quickly made a phone call to ask colleagues outside to come for support.
However, to their surprise, they suddenly discovered that the door that had been pried open was mysteriously stuck, as if it was blocked by a huge rock and could not be pushed open at all.
"Team leader, something bad has happened. The gate can't be opened." One of them came back to explain the situation to Rongqing. Yu Jiuyin heard it and walked towards the gate.
"I'll go take a look."
Yu Jiuyin frowned. He walked to the door and tried to push it, but it didn't budge. The key point was that during this time, he couldn't sense any ghostly energy or resentment, nor did he see any formations, so why couldn't he push it open?
"Why don't we call someone to open the door from the outside?" one of the team members suggested.
But Yu Jiuyin shook his head, "I guess your call won't go through."
Yu Jiuyin thought of Xu Wang and Wu Tianren's previous experiences, and her first reaction was that it was impossible. But then, she turned around and found that Rongqing had disappeared without a trace, and only two members of the special case investigation team were following him.
Yu Jiuyin was startled and tried to search for Rongqing's presence in the room, but found that he could not sense it at all. It was as if Rongqing had never appeared in this room before.
It's interesting. It seems that the thing in this room intends to keep him here forever. Yu Jiuyin immediately understood what that thing was thinking. It probably felt that he and Rongqing were too threatening together, so it simply thought of a way to separate them. But Yu Jiuyin didn't understand. The evil spirits that were seeking revenge were not fearless. If they killed innocent people without any cause and effect, they would not need to wait for the Heavenly Master to act. The Heavenly Dao would take him away and make his soul fly away. How dare they kill innocent people like this?
"Mr. Yu, what should we do now?" The two team members encountered such a situation for the first time and were stunned for a moment.
Yu Jiuyin looked around the living room they were in for a while and found that only the door leading to the basement could be opened.
"Go in and take a look."
"Will nothing happen?" The two felt that this house was very weird everywhere.
Yu Jiuyin teased them deliberately, "Of course it will. Maybe the evil spirit is waiting for us down there. Look, the scenes in that room were just the torture scenes of the Eighteen Levels of Hell. Isn't there also a scene of the Avici Hell?"
So they planned to kill them and put them in the Avici Hell. Seeing the ghostly smile on Yu Jiuyin's lips, the two of them suddenly had the urge to clench their calves.
However, Yu Jiuyin didn't intend to waste time and walked down the stairs directly.
The staircase was long and dark. As they walked down, the door leading to the first floor gradually closed. The last light finally disappeared.
It was pitch dark and the air around was filled with cold.
"It's a bit like the haunted house I run." Yu Jiuyin felt it and couldn't help laughing.
So, boss, what kind of haunted house do you run? The two of them looked pale.
However, Yu Jiuyin was very hospitable, "I'll invite you guys over to play when we get back."
The two team members felt extremely upset and wanted to ask Yu Jiuyin how desperate they were to go to such a horrible place.
Seeing their reactions, Yu Jiuyin couldn't help but shake his head. They were indeed too naive. Even Xu Wang and the others wouldn't have been nervous in this situation. These two had followed Luo Qiu and then Rong Qing, so they must have been through a lot. It was inappropriate for them to lose their composure over such a small incident.
Fortunately, despite their initial shock, the two men were able to adapt well. By the time they reached the bottom of the stairs, they had regained their composure.
Standing at the stairs, Yu Jiuyin looked around and found that the Wang family's basement was different from other places. It was not a messy storage room, but a place cleverly divided into a treasure room and similar to an exhibition hall, with porcelain of all sizes displayed everywhere.
The Wang family made their fortune in the antique business, and these porcelains should naturally be antique treasures. However, the result was unexpectedly different.
Those with a discerning eye for "Republic of China ornaments" couldn't tell the price, but they could still tell the age of the items. However, the two team members couldn't understand why the Wang family kept these items on the shelves in the storage room, pretending to treasure them so carefully. Most Republican-era items, aside from those with special significance, were worth very little.
There must be something fishy going on. They looked at each other and agreed that they should thoroughly investigate the place. Finally, after signaling Yu Jiuyin, they began to carefully search through the contents. But for some reason, Yu Jiuyin remained standing at the doorway and did not enter.
Yu Jiuyin always felt like there was a strange smell in the air. He couldn't tell if it was fishy or smelly, nor did it smell like a rotting corpse. It just felt unpleasant to him. The key point was, it seemed like only Yu Jiuyin could smell it.
Three people together, yet he was the only one who noticed something unusual. This was probably not a good sign. Yu Jiuyin quietly took the spirit-calling bell in his hand, and sure enough, there was no movement. He looked around calmly, a hint of caution in his eyes.
However, the two team members inspecting the antiques weren't having an easy time either. They weren't as perceptive as Yu Jiuyin, but they weren't fools either. Even the objects on the shelf alone were enough to make them uneasy.
I don't know what Wang Zhenjun was thinking, but he actually got two large shelves of Republic of China porcelain. And the paintings on these porcelains are all unrecognizable Republic of China beauties. If you look closely, they are all bright and beautiful, but they are so densely packed together that it is so strange that it is difficult to appreciate.
"Don't you think these jars are a bit scary?"
"What's the meaning"
"The woman on the jar seems alive. I feel like she is looking at me." The team member stared at the jar for a while, and the more he looked, the more uneasy he felt.
"Don't scare yourself. Mr. Yu is standing right behind us. How can he not see that there is something wrong with this jar?"
"That makes sense." The man calmed down a little and continued walking inside.
When they walked past the shelves of jars, they suddenly discovered that the house in front of them was built very strangely.
It was clearly a large, open space, but it was divided into different compartments by small partitions. No matter from which angle you looked at it, it looked no different from a hospital morgue.
"No, that's not true." The two looked at each other and suddenly felt panicked.
And Yu Jiuyin's words later made their faces even uglier.
"The urn."
"W-what?"
"I say these jars on the shelves are urns."
So how many people died in so many jars? A chill instantly ran from the soles of my feet to the top of my head.
Then the phone suddenly rang, which scared them so much that they almost screamed. When they looked again, they saw that it was Rongqing calling.
The "team leader" quickly answered the phone, and the two felt like they were about to collapse.
However, Rong Qing's words on the other end of the phone were extremely strange. "I'm in the third room on the right. Come over quickly. I have something urgent to tell you."
"What's the urgent matter?"
"Come here quickly"
"Something's wrong. The team leader never speaks in that tone." One of them said to the other because they were on speakerphone.
"Indeed, you are looking at the phone number on your phone." The other one has been staring at the screen in his hand and is now almost scared to tears.
"What the hell is this number?" Suddenly, the number that originally belonged to Rongqing in the phone's address book changed to a string of numbers. The creepy 1111111111111 appeared so bluntly on the screen.
However, at this moment, perhaps because there was no response, the voice on the phone became even sharper.
"Come here quickly"
"Come here quickly"
"Come here quickly!"
Along with the urgent urging voice, a special rustling sound also came from the phone. If you listen carefully, it is a bit like the sound of insect wings flapping.
"What on earth is this thing?" The two team members were unable to think. Just when they were about to ask Yu Jiuyin, they found that Yu Jiuyin suddenly disappeared.
At the same time, something seemed to be wrapped around their ankles. They looked down and saw a gorgeous cheongsam appear at their feet.
"Since you didn't come, I had no choice but to come find you." A childish voice appeared behind them. The two of them subconsciously turned around to look, but their faces immediately turned pale. Because they finally realized the strangeness they had just discovered.
The faces painted on the ceramic jars at the door were clearly the faces of the children Rongqing had ordered them to investigate before leaving, children who had received support from Wang Zhenjun and subsequently died unexpectedly. As for the jars closest to the door, the faces on them were equally familiar; they were the fourteen people who had died at the convenience store.
And now, they are probably about to appear on the jar.
The cheongsams under their feet gradually snaked up along their ankles, and the piercing pain made them unable to even scream. On the two Republic of China porcelain jars in front of them, two faces with facial features identical to theirs in the originally empty street scene were slowly becoming clear.
The author has something to say to the two team members Jiuyin Dad, please save me qaq
Yu Jiuyine But I want to find Rongrong.
Updated. Forty little red envelopes have been dropped in the comment section. Today's nine thousand words still have fifteen hundred words. The third update will be a little later. Everyone should get up tomorrow morning to read it. Love you all.
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