Chapter 32: The Nine Fish Disasters: Black and White Civil and Military, they are the leaders, and you are still...
Zhou Peng had an unshaven beard and bloodshot eyes—he hadn't slept for two days.
Last week, his daughter participated in a summer camp organized by the school at Lubo Mountain in Fengcheng. After his wife received the text message confirming her arrival, Zhou Peng's intuition as a criminal police officer made him suspicious.
My daughter who is in elementary school is not very proficient in pinyin typing, so she usually uses voice.
Zhou Peng felt uneasy. He sent text messages to his daughter's smartwatch and backup phone, but never received a reply.
The couple immediately contacted the summer camp teacher, but were surprised to be told that when Zhou Qiaochu's bus arrived at the foot of Lubo Mountain, he was picked up by relatives at home on the pretext of "a temporary change in arrangements"!
Zhou Peng did not have the authority to handle cases across regions, so he had to take leave overnight and rush to Lubo Mountain just to get the latest news about his daughter.
That same night, his wife posted an article titled "School's organizational failure led to the abduction of an elementary school girl" and it became a hot topic. Public opinion quickly grew and Fengcheng police quickly launched a search. However, due to the aging of surveillance equipment in the mountainous area, the investigation was at a standstill.
Zhou Peng looked at the beautiful and joyful figure of his little girl on the screensaver of his mobile phone, and prayed to God countless times in his heart, hoping that Chuchu would return safely, even if it meant sacrificing his own life.
Just when his heart was burning with worry, he stared at the blog post forwarding list and saw the name "Chen Songling". He suddenly remembered the case that was transferred to the Abnormal Control Bureau last time.
National Administration of Anomalous Things, referred to as the Anomalous Things Administration.
This is a mysterious organization that is not open to the public.
They will only be dispatched when it comes to cases of an unnatural nature.
Just like the girl named "Longzhu" last time, there are many things in this world that ordinary people can hardly imagine.
Perhaps he could seek support from the Abnormal Control Bureau? The people there must have some special methods of detection, right?
Just when he felt a little hope, he discovered that Director Bai's phone number was not saved in his mobile phone, and the phone book was in a locked drawer in Hecheng's office. He had the key with him, and he was now at the Luboshan Police Station.
Zhou Peng punched the wall and then forced himself to calm down.
His daughter has not been found yet, so he cannot lose his remaining calm and rationality and be disturbed by his emotions.
As for other methods...that's right!
An idea suddenly occurred to him, and with the mentality of trying everything, he called Shen Fang, the mother of Chen Songling who had contacted him to report the case last time.
After explaining the purpose of the visit, Shen Fang enthusiastically sent a number to her.
Zhou Peng dialed the number hurriedly and the call was quickly connected. It was a young man with a somewhat sloppy voice.
"Hello, is this Master Wang? My last name is Zhou, and I'm looking for you..."
Although there was a previous case with the Abnormality Management Bureau, Zhou Peng still lowered his voice out of shame as a public official openly sought help from the "feudal superstition" group.
The person on the other side interrupted him: "Zhou? Mr. Zhou's people? Are you going to pay my balance now that you feel guilty?"
Zhou Peng: “?”
He quickly explained, "No, no, my daughter went missing in Lubo Mountain in Fengcheng. I'd like to ask for your help to see if you can estimate her approximate location."
"Looking for someone," the person on the other end said with a sigh, "You're asking me to calculate over the phone, what a charge..."
Zhou Peng stated eagerly: "Remuneration is negotiable!"
The other party was obviously in a good mood: "Oh, Mr. Zhou, just by hearing his voice, you can tell he is a blessed man, generous and magnanimous!"
Zhou Peng smiled awkwardly, feeling even more unreliable: "Master, how long will it take to figure it out?"
The other party: "Well... at least one day, at most——"
Zhou Peng said anxiously, "We can't do any more. Master, my daughter has been missing for two days. If it goes on any longer... I don't dare to think about it."
The other party was silent for a moment. "I have a friend who happened to be going to Lubo Mountain to investigate the missing female student. I can ask for you."
Zhou Peng felt a little disappointed, but he still waited for half an hour with anticipation, and the other party finally called back.
"Well, you are in Lubo Mountain now?"
Zhou Peng answered repeatedly: "Yes, yes, is there any news?"
"Well," the other party said in a subtle tone, "you're pretty close to Changfeng Temple, right?"
For some reason, the topic of Changfeng Temple suddenly came up. Zhou Peng was a little confused and only replied "ah" subconsciously.
"Go to the temple and buy a few bundles of incense. Light them at the foot of the mountain in Yuwei Village, and then wait."
"But don't even think about going into the village. There's something blocking the way over there. You can't get in."
Zhou Peng silently digested this strange method: "Just—that's it?"
Although he accepts some more feudal methods, this is too feudal!
After hesitating for a second or two, Zhou Peng gritted his teeth and slapped his thigh.
Just do it!
It’s better than having no clue at all!
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Langang, Ginkgo Building.
Song Yuqu was holding a bottle of red wine and looking down at the news on his mobile phone - a girl had lost contact in Lubo Mountain, and everyone was welcome to provide clues.
"Lubo Mountain?" Song Yuqu raised an eyebrow and lay down on the goose down sofa chair: "Sounds a bit familiar."
Fang Qing, a male ghost in a white shirt, was cutting a cigar nearby: "You forgot the hometown of the Black God of Wealth again."
"Aren't you an encyclopedia? What else do you need me to remember?"
She leaned back in her chair, bit the cigar offered by the other party, and said in a slurred voice: "Fire."
Fang Qingwei raised his hand, and a ball of ghostly green fire bloomed at the end of the cut cigar. In an instant, the tobacco leaves were smoked white.
Song Yuqu exhaled a puff of white mist: "Speaking of which, where is Xiao Hei?"
Fang Qing wiped his cigar cutter and said, "I'm going to collect a bad debt."
"Where are you going?"
"Fishtail Village."
Song Yuqu became interested. "The day before yesterday, that general said he saw Meng Caiyun go to Lubo Mountain? Where exactly is that?"
Fang Qing replied: "Yuwei Village."
"What a coincidence," Song Yuqu laughed twice, threw the cigar he had only smoked a few puffs on into the ashtray, stood up and walked out the door: "Go find Xiao Hei, open the door for me."
Fang Qing was helpless: "Understood."
He stretched out his hand and waved it, and a green light flashed across the door.
When it was opened again, it turned out to be a room with a sign that read "Liquidation Group". It looked more like a messy living room than an office. A tall man was concentrating on playing games on the sofa, and there was another person next to him who was counting on an abacus with a gloomy look on his face, as if he was working overtime.
According to rumors, the four wealth gods "Black and White Civil and Military" are bloodthirsty and ruthless, and their methods are cruel. There is no debt that they cannot collect. They are also the lackeys of the four judges who will bite whoever they point at.
Unfortunately, the Four Judges have become increasingly elusive lately, and the mundane task of issuing orders to the God of Wealth has fallen on Zhao Xin, the general manager of Sanxi Debt Company.
But Zhao Xin was a coward, and he only wanted to whitewash his assets and draw a clear line between himself and his ancestors' dark history. It just so happened that Song Yuqu had been eyeing him for a long time, so he took over the power without hesitation.
Song Yuqu stopped at the door and asked, "Where's your team leader?"
The man using the abacus had dark circles under his eyes and looked like a workaholic. He bit the butt of his cigarette sickly and said, "He's on the sofa, boss."
There was a burst of boos on the big screen: "Game Over!"
The tall man put down the game controller and looked to the side - it turned out that there was a girl sitting next to him, but because of her short stature, her view was blocked.
The girl had two ponytails, was thin and small, with some faint seam marks on her joints, and the words "Anyone who sees me will die" were printed on her black T-shirt.
She looked at Song Yuqu: "Did they change the location?"
"No," Song Yuqu walked over and touched the top of the girl's head: "I want you to do me a small favor."
The tall man had wheat-colored skin, deep eyebrows, a silver ring between his nose, and a sturdy figure. Even when sitting on the sofa, he looked like a small mountain.
He turned to look at Xiao Hei, his voice as deep and profound as his own: "If you don't want to go to Lubo Mountain, I'll take your place."
The girl replied blankly: "It doesn't matter."
The abacus man raised his eyes and said, "I forgot, Lubo Mountain is Xiao Hei's hometown, right?"
The girl nodded honestly.
"I heard you massacred a village before," the abacus man said casually, stubbing out his cigarette. "What was the name of the village?"
The girl blinked twice and answered truthfully: "Fishtail Village."
"Sounds familiar," the abacus man muttered, putting his work aside. "I think I've seen it in some group."
He opened the chat software and found at least seven or eight accounts logged in, with IDs ranging from "Company Beast" to "Corpse Collector". Finally, he clicked on one called "Life is Full of Sufferings" and logged in.
"So many trumpets," Song Yuqu crossed his arms and teased, "You're not working enough, Ying Si."
Ying Si grinned: "There's no such thing as finished work."
He opened the chat history and found a few photos of his adventure group members at the Laojun Temple in Yuwei Village. In the middle was a dark-skinned old man wearing a yellow Taoist robe.
Song Yuqu glanced at the picture and said, "Why don't I have any impression of this Laojun Temple?"
Fang Qing spoke from behind him, "It's fake. Many places that worship wild Buddhas and evil gods will first cover themselves with a familiar deity's shell to quickly gather incense and faith."
Ying Si smiled with a gloating look on his face: "Boss, the company doesn't care about this?"
Song Yuqu said with disdain: "Let the judges handle it themselves."
Not only is Tianjiu hiding his true self, but the remaining ghosts - Renqi, Diba, and Hewu - aren't they all Laojun's direct disciples?
They should clean up the mess for their master.
Xiao Hei came over and pointed at the old temple keeper in the middle, and said with some curiosity: "This person is still alive."
Ying Si said, "Oh!" "If you know him, he must be quite old, right?"
They can no longer even be called "human beings".
The tall man said in a muffled voice, "To be able to take a photo with a living person, his cultivation level must be above that of an ordinary Xuanmen disciple."
He tilted his head to look at the girl again: "I can go with you."
Ying Si fiddled with the abacus beads weakly: "Come on, you're still worried about her."
"Black and white, civil and military, they are the leaders, and you are still at the end."
The God of Wealth raised his strong chin, his face sincere and honest: "Xiao Hei is like my sister, I can't bear to see others bully her."
"Sister? You mean Diba?" The dark circles under Ying Si's eyes grew darker and darker. "Hehe."
The woman who was a head taller than the God of Wealth and as majestic as a mountain could not be said to be exactly the same as Xiao Hei. It could only be said that they had absolutely nothing in common.
Forget it, it’s hard to explain to my sister complex.
Xiao Hei stood there quietly: "I'm sorry, but I can do it alone."
"No need to say sorry," Song Yuqu pointed at the old man in the photo. "Is he an acquaintance?"
"Yes," Xiao Hei nodded: "I should say, relatives."
"What kind of relatives?"
"A very close relative," Xiao Hei smiled shyly, "He's my father."
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