Chapter 114: A piece of rich land, sold for three silver coins
Zhuangming Road is in the completely opposite direction of South Bridge.
People who live here are either rich or noble.
It is hundreds of kilometers away from Nan'an University and it takes more than an hour to get there on the highway.
This is the case without traffic jam. If there is traffic jam, it will take at least two hours.
Qiu Tingxu looked at the navigation and fell silent.
"Jianxi, do you think this is a critical moment?"
Nie Jianxi shook his head: "The scene has been sealed off. No one can tell what is going on inside. We have to go and see it in person to find out."
"I haven't been there either, so the teleportation array cannot be used for the time being."
Qiu Tingxu was disappointed: "Why didn't they block it earlier? This is too weird, isn't it?"
"I looked at the route and duration. It's a bit far. It's late at night. I don't know what time I will be back."
Nie Jianxi was silent for a moment. Everyone was indeed tired. With such intensive tasks and training, there was no time to rest.
Whether you are driving or riding in a car, you will feel tired.
"In the past, every time someone died, the area would be closed for a period of time, but it would not be closed permanently."
"How about this, when I come back, I'll draw a teleportation array over there, and I'll have the designated driver drive the car to school."
Qiu Tingxu's eyes lit up and he asked him, "How long does it take you to draw a teleportation array?"
Nie Jianxi: “Half an hour.”
Qiu Tingxu asked again: "How much blood do you need?"
Nie Jianxi was stunned for a moment and replied, "About 10."
Qiu Tingxu frowned: "Oh my god, that's a bit too much. Can't we use someone else's blood? For example, mine."
Nie Jianxi hasn't said whether it's okay or not.
Xu Yansheng said it for him. He looked at Qiu Tingxu disapprovingly with a cold face and said, "No."
At this time, Wen Lang and Luo Qingfeng had already come out, with tired looks on their faces.
Yan Shu was okay. He said that he didn't like being ordered around by others, but he never shirked his responsibilities whenever something really happened.
We all took the elevator downstairs together.
Yan Shu yawned, leaned against the elevator wall, and said, "Han Yun has already rested. He is a doctor and can't do much at the scene, so we won't call him."
"I suggest that we don't send out the entire army in the future. Instead, we should send people in groups, even if they have shifts. If these few people are exploited all day long, they will die of sudden death sooner or later."
Nie Jianxi wanted to call everyone every time because he wanted them to grow up quickly, but this was obviously unreasonable.
So he nodded and said, "You are right. I am too radical. You are still students and you can't adapt to such a busy life."
He looked at Qiu Tingxu, lowered his head again, and whispered: "But every mission requires Tingxu's ability, otherwise it will be difficult for us to obtain some key information."
"I'll tell the higher-ups to pay attention to the intensity of the missions and not to throw all the missions to us. After all, there are more than just a few of us in the entire special department."
After hearing this, Qiu Tingxu started to complain: "So this department is so big? Then why are these two tasks so close together? Can't someone else do it?"
Nie Jianxi: "That won't work. At least the entire Nan'an City is within our mission scope."
"We can consider those from other cities as appropriate."
Qiu Tingxu: "Thank you for listening to me. I didn't expect that we would have to go out on the field again. Shuan Q."
When they arrived at the underground parking lot, Yan Shu drove out an SUV with one hand that could seat seven people.
There were only six people present, which was just right.
After the car got on the highway, Nie Jianxi began to talk about the information he had learned about this mission.
To sum up, the haunted house on Zhuangming Road has seen more than ten cases of sudden deaths of owners over the past twenty years.
The haunted house was even older than they were.
Every time a householder dies tragically, there is a period of heat where no one dares to set foot in the house.
But news has a short lifespan and many people don’t read the news, so the house will always be sold to a new owner after a year or two.
The price is getting cheaper each time.
As long as the price is right, there will always be people who don't care what happened here.
No matter what happened, it could be explained by coincidence until the day came when the household owners themselves died suddenly.
A year ago, this house was finally not bought for a new unlucky person to use as a residence, but was sold to a businessman.
They renovated the house and turned it into a haunted house, which was just right for the tragic deaths that had happened there before.
In fact, this house doesn't have accidents all the time, there are several fixed time points.
In the first few years, it was Valentine's Day, Chinese Valentine's Day and Ghost Festival every year.
If there is someone in the house, there will definitely be bloodshed.
No one was an exception, all died a violent death.
It was not until the renovation this year that things started to get out of control and no one knew when something would suddenly go wrong.
Qiu Tingxu listened quietly for a long time, then asked, "Who lived in this house 20 years ago? Have you found out?"
Nie Jianxi shook his head: "I haven't found out yet. It must have been deliberately erased."
"We can only find out who died in this haunted house in the past twenty years."
Qiu Tingxu put on an expression that said, "As expected."
"I found that the tasks we took on seemed to involve a lot of things, and we couldn't get to the bottom of them. It was like when I was taking a shit and got stuck. It was really frustrating."
When Xu Yansheng heard this, he glanced at him silently and said, "Ting Xu, be careful with your words."
Qiu Tingxu slumped in the chair and leaned his legs on him. "Be careful with your words. We are not outsiders here."
Luo Qingfeng said: "I'm sorry, from now on, I am an outsider to you, please use civilized words!"
Qiu Tingxu: "Just forget it. When you get anxious, you are even more uncivilized than me. How dare you criticize me?"
Nie Jianxi sighed: "We can't solve these problems completely. Not only are we limited in our power now, but it also means that there are many things involved. We can't see the whole picture now."
"So we have to move up quickly and get closer to the center of power."
“The world is too big for us to grasp all the truths.”
Qiu Tingxu was silent, he couldn't say any dirty words anymore.
Help.
This atmosphere is a bit detrimental to their mental state. Can you say something to liven it up?
"Well, I saw a joke before, where someone asked on the Internet what gangsters usually do?"
"Guess what the others answered?"
Xu Yansheng cooperated with him very well. After all, Qiu Tingxu had shared this joke with him, so he said in a flat tone, "Thank you for the invitation. I usually spend most of my time in jail."
Qiu Tingxu laughed loudly, "Yes, that's it. I thought it was so funny at the time. Do you think it's funny?"
He looked back at Wen Lang and Luo Qingfeng. Luo Qingfeng was indeed laughing happily, but Wen Lang, the big fool, was unusually not laughing.
He also criticized Qiu Tingxu: "What a joke, it's so cold."
Qiu Tingxu pouted at him and said, "Then tell me one."
Wen Lang thought for a while and said, "My aunt doesn't like to use pinyin or voice when chatting with people. She prefers handwriting."
"Last time, she asked me to bring her some Nan'an specialties back, and she sent me a note saying 'Da Chu Sheng, bring me some specialties when you come back', which means the director's department, the livestock."
"I said yes, auntie, wait till I have a long vacation."
"My aunt said: Damn, thank you for the sacrifice."
"I felt that everything was not going well, so I advised my aunt to learn Pinyin."
"My aunt said: Damn it."
Qiu Tingxu: "Goose, goose, goose, what a big beast."
Luo Qingfeng: "Hahahahahaha, what a fuck."
Xu Yansheng silently patted Qiu Tingxu on the back, fearing that he would faint from laughing.
Nie Jianxi was smiling quietly with his lips curved in the front, and even Yan Shu, who was driving seriously, curled his lips.
Luo Qingfeng leaned over and asked Wen Lang: "Brother, is this true? Your aunt called you a beast, hahahaha."
Wen Lang smiled reservedly: "It's fake, I don't have an aunt, I just saw a joke, isn't it much funnier than what Qiu Tingxu told me?"
Luo Qingfeng nodded: "To be honest, it is true. It would be even funnier if it were true."
Wen Lang opened his thin lips and said, "Go away."
The heavy atmosphere in the carriage suddenly disappeared like smoke, dispelled by the laughter and joy.
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