Chapter 122: Do you know who was the last person to do this? ...
"Student Chang...it's not that we don't believe what you're saying, but..." Xia Lai said with difficulty. She turned to look at Li Chuanliu and saw that he had the same reaction. "But what you said can't be used as a formal basis for issuing an evacuation order. Do you understand? Completely evacuating the residents of a city is a very, very big decision."
Chang Xile actually understands.
They belong to the Abnormal Events Management Bureau and are considered public servants, but in fact they are just two ordinary employees and do not have that much say.
It is a difficult decision to gamble your career on this fake news that has only a certain probability.
"But now that we know, we'll definitely see to it." Li Chuanliu suddenly said, "December 24th, lunar calendar, right?"
Chang Xile nodded happily.
Having said that, she and Anping prepared to leave. Chang Xile wanted to discuss with Yang Guisi whether it was possible to make some efforts through online channels.
"Xi Le, wait a moment." Li Chuanliu called her again. He turned on his computer and said, "I've been a bit busy lately. If you didn't come today, I would have found a chance to talk to you."
Chang Xile sat back down: "What's the matter?"
"Has Chen Moxin come to see you recently?" Li Chuanliu asked her seriously.
Chang Xile shook her head. Ever since Chen Moxin came to the classroom to pick a fight with her but was defeated and left, she hadn't met him or heard from him for a long time - until she heard that the Chen family won the first prize in the bidding for the development of Changle Mountain.
"Well, although I discovered Chen Moxin's intentional harm to you during my patrol, this case was not under my jurisdiction and was subsequently handed over to the local police. However, later on, Chen Moxin's case was returned to the Abnormal Events Management Bureau. Do you know why?"
Chang Xile and Anping looked at each other.
She thought she probably knew why.
"Have we discovered any unnatural factors?" Chang Xile asked.
Li Chuanliu nodded cautiously. He hesitated for a moment and looked back at Xia Lai's expression.
"Why are you looking at me? She's the victim, so you should tell him." Xia Lai said, "She already signed a confidentiality agreement anyway."
"However," Xia Lai turned his gaze to An Ping and said to him, "Either leave or sign a confidentiality agreement?"
An Ping raised his eyebrows and signed his name cooperatively. When Xia Lai took the agreement out, Chang Xile gently tugged at his sleeve and asked, "Is your signature legally binding?"
He shrugged, straightened Chang Xile's body, and signaled her to listen carefully to Li Chuanliu's words.
"There are a large number of ghosts on Chen Moxin's body, which is very abnormal." Li Chuanliu said.
Chang Xile felt that this statement was very familiar: "I think you have said the same thing about me before."
"It's different." Li Chuanliu shook his head. "Let's put it this way. You just stayed with those ghosts, so you were contaminated by their aura. It will dissipate on its own after a while. But he, he has accumulated a huge, huge amount of resentment. The death of the ghost must be inextricably linked to him."
"Have your instruments become so sophisticated? They can even see these." Chang Xile showed surprise and couldn't help wondering whether this good thing could be promoted and applied to the underworld.
"Ah, that was contributed by one of our senior non-staff members. She's very talented, and our team leader has been trying to rehire her as our technical advisor." Li Chuanliu was easily sidetracked. "But I heard that she seemed to have become disillusioned with the world and became a nun."
"Cough." Xia Lai coughed.
"Oh, let's get back to business. After much investigation, we've discovered that there's a very powerful spiritual entity behind him... but we haven't determined what it is yet. They're extremely vigilant," Li Chuanliu said. "We only know that entity is in Changle Mountain, and for some reason, it seems to be stuck there."
"I've seen it, and I know what it is." Chang Xile suddenly said, "That thing was also at Changle Mountain the day Chen Moxin attacked me."
"Really?" Li Chuanliu was overjoyed. He hadn't expected Chang Xile to answer the question that had been bothering him for days. That was true. After all, she was the first witness at the scene and had firsthand information. If she could get up close and personal with Chen Moxin and the powerful spirit behind him, she would surely possess far more information than they did.
Chang Xile deleted the part of the story about Anping and only talked about what the flattering fox was like.
"In short, it's a powerful spirit without any organs that survives by feeding on the souls of the dead?" Li Chuanliu tried to summarize.
Xia Lai said, "And Chen Moxin is its knife, collecting and even creating souls for it."
Chang Xile nodded: "Yes, although according to previous investigations, Chen Moxin mainly relies on animal cruelty..." At this point, Chang Xile closed her eyes. She felt a chill all over her body just talking about this matter. She paused before continuing: "But who knows if he has ever killed anyone?"
Xia Lai wrote it down seriously in the notebook.
"So, you've got a serious feud with them." Li Chuanliu frowned. He had gotten to know Chen Moxin's style of work over this period of time and knew that he wasn't a broad-minded gentleman at all. "I don't think they'll let you off easily."
Chang Xile frowned and thought for a while, then said with an open mind, "But even if they come, I'm not afraid."
She has a soul-binding lock, so even if she meets Ninghu and the others again one day, he should be the one who is afraid of her.
"Don't let your guard down," Xia Lai warned. "You're still a young university student, and it's easy to get into trouble if you run into a blood-stained guy like this."
"Yes, some of their tricks are so dirty you can't even imagine them." Li Chuanliu agreed. "Anyway, I just want to tell you this. Chen Moxin and the others are not simple. You have to be more careful. If you need police cooperation, you can always tell us."
Anping suddenly stood up and looked at Chang Xile with horror in his eyes.
"What's wrong with you?" Chang Xile was startled by him and asked softly while pulling Anping's sleeve.
"Can you tell them about what happened underground?" Anping asked.
Chang Xile realized that he was talking about the underworld. She hesitated for a moment and then said, "Okay."
After all, she hadn't signed any confidentiality agreement with the underworld. Some less sophisticated impermanence had even revealed themselves to strangers while enforcing the law, causing ordinary people to become sick for a week.
At this point, if they want the Bureau of Anomalous Affairs to trust them, they should first give them the same trust.
Anping lowered his eyes and said, "The trip I took today was to the underworld."
Without waiting for Chang Xile's response, he continued, "When I passed by Naihe Bridge, I met Meng Po. She said she knew you, so we chatted for a while."
"...What did you talk about?" Chang Xile asked.
An Ping entered the underworld and engaged Xie Wuya in a spectacular fight, but neither of them could determine the winner. Strangely enough, although this was Xie Wuya's territory, Xie Wuya, in a rare move, didn't bully An Ping with his superior numbers and simply let him leave.
Anping wiped the blood off his face, sneered, and walked out. He was a little dazed and almost kicked the old lady's boiler by the bridge.
"Oh, young man, you'd better be careful!" The old lady's pot of soup seemed to have been simmering for quite a long time. It would be a huge waste if it spilled.
"I'm sorry." Anping stopped and apologized, but his voice was a little muffled.
The old lady looked up at him and realized that the young man had bruises on his face. "Oh, it's you."
The story of a cat demon who had come to the underworld alone and wreaked havoc, even exchanging his life for someone on Xie Wuya's account, was still circulating among the ghosts. I hadn't expected him to dare come again.
"You're really brave. Do you know who did this last time?"
Anping sighed, suddenly feeling a little tired. He bent down and sat on the stone steps next to the old woman and asked her, "Who is it?"
The old lady smiled and didn't answer him. She just said, "Young man, you should read more books."
After she finished speaking, she looked towards the other side of the Naihe Bridge and murmured, "Strange."
Anping asked, "What's wrong?"
"Recently, fewer souls have been crossing the bridge." The old lady sighed as she stirred her pot of soup with her large spoon. "I won't have to make much more of this soup later. It looks like I'll be out of work soon."
"How could that be?" An Ping asked. The life and death register he had just seen from Xie Wuya was so large it would be no exaggeration to say it covered the entire floor of the hall. In order to avoid affecting the clerk, Xie Wuya had even called him out to fight again.
People are going to die soon, so many people are going to die that Mengpo soup will be in short supply.
"That's strange," the old lady said, not quite believing Anping's words. "I've been making soup here for thousands of years. I know exactly how much soup to make every day, and I've never made a mistake."
Anping was still feeling agitated, and he had no intention of arguing with the stubborn old woman. "You don't believe what I say. Then go ask that Xie Wuchang. But he can't walk now, so I guess you'll have to go and see him yourself."
After saying that, he stood up and strode away to the other end of the bridge.
The old lady had been guarding the Naihe Bridge all year round, unable to go anywhere, and naturally had no way to go to Xie Wuya in person. She looked at his back, shook her head, and sighed: "Young people nowadays are still too impatient."
After listening to this, Chang Xile pondered for a moment: "Impermanence leads people to the underworld, and Meng Po sends people to the afterlife. So, according to you, there are only people who die, but no one who is reborn?"
She looked at the bright side of things and asked, "Could it be that those people didn't die in the end? Does that mean we succeeded?"
Anping said: "I certainly hope so."
But Meng Po said that the oversupply of Meng Po soup hadn't been a one- or two-day issue. Most of the time, there were only one or two bowls of it every few months. When she reported it to the underworld, they thought she was old after all, so it was possible she had miscalculated.
Therefore, there is actually a worse possibility.
The two exchanged glances. Chang Xile guessed what An Ping was thinking. She gasped, "Do you think... it's related to the sycophant?"
Anping nodded.
The fox's spiritual body had already reached a certain level of cultivation; any further growth would inevitably lead to a heavenly tribulation. If it failed to cultivate a physical body, it would be annihilated in the tribulation. Therefore, it would frantically absorb the souls of the dead to preserve its remaining life.
"It wanted my soul last time but failed, yet it's been dormant for so long without any new moves. This is very unusual." Anping said, "I should find an opportunity to meet it."
Xia Lai and Li Chuanliu on the side did not follow their train of thought.
"Excuse me," Xia Lai raised his hand and asked, "are the underworld, Meng Po, and Wu Chang that you mentioned some kind of code or pseudonym?"
Otherwise, she wouldn't understand at all.
Li Chuanliu listened with gusto. He usually enjoyed reading supernatural novels and was particularly receptive to such stories. However, although they worked at the Abnormal Death Bureau and were exposed to more unnatural events than the average person, they still knew very little about places like the underworld—even their existence was uncertain.
However, he knew that Chang Xile and her friend must be extraordinary people, but he didn't expect that others had connections above them, while these two had connections below them. Thinking of this, Li Chuanliu nudged Xia Lai's shoulder with his elbow and said, "Hey, we're all in this business, so we should be more accepting. They're talking about the underworld."
Xia Lai turned his head in a daze and met Chang Xile's affirmative eyes.
If this is true, then the situation is quite complicated.
She quickly came to her senses and turned to look at Li Chuanliu: "You should clear all the tasks on hand later and hand them over to others. You and I will be fully responsible for this matter. I will report the situation to my superiors, and your cooperation may be needed at that time." When Xia Lai said the last sentence, her gaze turned to Chang Xile and the others.
"Of course." Chang Xile agreed without hesitation. They had come here for this very reason. Being able to attract the attention of the Abnormal Death Management Bureau was already a very good result.
After she and An Ping left the Abnormal Death Management Bureau together, Chang Xile asked An Ping, "So, this injury was caused by fighting with Xie Wuya in the underworld?"
An Ping said: "He was injured more seriously, but overall I won."
Chang Xile: Am I now discussing the question of who wins and who loses? !
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