Chapter 4545 Suicide
Yang Dazhi's disappearance is related to the golden mirror. Others may not know it, but Tu Lanxun has seen it. There is a malicious ghost in the mirror.
The most coincidental thing is that just a day or two ago, Zhang Xiaohuai posted on his Moments saying that the gold shop Longfeng Shijia had been robbed.
The Golden Mirror is so efficient that it started committing crimes non-stop less than 48 hours after leaving the gold shop?
Tu Lanxun remained silent for a while. She glanced at N, unsure whether to tell her about the conversation she had with the golden mirror. Finally, unable to resist Liu Maosheng's sad expression, she spoke up, "I suspect Yang Dazhi's case is related to the golden mirror in a gold shop."
N glanced at Tu Lanxun calmly, and said in a low, cold voice, without any emotion, "There's a ghost in that mirror, or what you often call spooky."
He knows.
Tu Lanxun was startled. Did N also know about the golden mirror’s persuasion to her?
Liu Maosheng sat closer, his brows drooping. He pulled a handful of gold coins from his pocket and placed them on the cash register. He said to Tu Lanxun, "Boss, this is something we all put together... I was wondering if you could help me find Yang Dazhi."
There is some real camaraderie among these ghosts, and every piece of gold is a rare gift from them. Not every ghost is rich, and some of them have no family to offer sacrifices to, and they don't have any connections, so it's not easy for them to save gold.
But Tu Lanxun's help was not entirely certain. She was just an ordinary living person. Getting involved in ghost affairs was almost like going to the battlefield, and she could not do without N's help.
Tu Lanxun was somewhat moved. She glanced at N out of the corner of her eye and finally carved out a small pile of gold. She returned most of the rest to Liu Maosheng and gave half of the small pile to N. She said, "Let me give it a try. Take a small deposit first. If it works out, you can give me the rest. If not..."
If she was not injured, she would return it to Liu Maosheng; if she was injured, she would keep it for medical expenses.
For some reason, Tu Lanxun felt that the air pressure in the direction of N loosened a little, and finally turned into a very cold sneer, which meant that he agreed to go together.
What she actually wanted to say was that Liu Maosheng was N's acquaintance, so this matter should have been entrusted to N. She was the teammate who had been implicated and benefited, but now things were reversed!
Since he had agreed, Tu Lanxun once again handed the shop over to the computer ghost girl, and Bai Chao also agreed to help look after it. She looked at Tu Lanxun with a complicated look, and the only thing that could be understood was her warm smile, "You go ahead, we are here."
Bai Xiaoju followed and waved her hand: "Sister, please be careful!"
Tu Lanxun smiled and wanted to rub Bai Xiaoju's head, but the little guy turned to N and said fearlessly: "And you, the big brother who works there."
N stood there solemnly, his expression unclear whether he was happy or unhappy, and he nodded to Xiaoju.
She held back her laughter and walked out of the door. When she reached the silver-gray Jetta, she suddenly remembered where to find the golden mirror.
Tu Lanxun could only shamelessly ask N: "If your pocket watch can find ghosts, it can also find objects that are possessed by ghosts, right?"
N said, "The prerequisite is that you have actually come into contact with the ghost in the object."
Tu Lanxun's heart sank. At this moment, Liu Maosheng, who was following behind him, suggested: "Why don't we go directly to Yang Dazhi? I've been in contact with Yang Dazhi before, just yesterday morning!"
This suggestion was feasible. The pocket watch was in Liu Maosheng's hand. As soon as he touched the watch chain, he cried out "Ouch". His fingers could not bend as if they were frostbitten. Seeing that the pocket watch was about to be thrown out, Tu Lanxun was quick to hold his hand.
"I feel so dizzy. I never had high blood pressure before or after I died... Everything is red and I feel like vomiting. I can't take it anymore!" Liu Maosheng closed his eyes and shouted.
"Don't talk first." Tu Lanxun said.
The moment it touched Liu Maosheng's fingers, the sensing image from the pocket watch was transmitted to Tu Lanxun through Liu Maosheng like an electric current, and she once again saw thousands of candlelight points in the darkness.
Tu Lanxun's touch seemed to make Liu Maosheng feel much better, and he was barely able to maintain his original posture. He told the foreign exchange report: "My eyes are still red, and there are faint white light particles. It's very dazzling, and I feel dizzy when I look closely."
For some reason, Liu Maosheng became the adapter between Tu Lanxun and his pocket watch. Beyond their visual field, N's command flowed into his eardrums like cold water: "Uncle Liu, recall Yang Dazhi's appearance and how he was when you were together."
Three seconds later, Tu Lanxun responded. Amidst the chaotic swirl of candlelight, one point suddenly stood out. It wasn't bright, but rather dimmer than the others, like a gray stone mixed in with a crystal ball. She had a foreboding feeling.
"In that direction, still and motionless." Tu Lanxun said with his eyes closed.
Several people got into the Jetta. According to N, Tu Lanxun saw the lingering death energy there, indicating that Yang Dazhi was last seen there and stayed there for quite a while. Since he had been captured by Jin Jingzi, it was actually Jin Jingzi who was there.
The car headed north. N rarely drove, and his expression was far from cheerful when he did. When waiting at a red light, he asked out of nowhere, "Have you ever died?"
Tu Lanxun first felt like he was asking her, then scolding her. She choked for two seconds and said, "I'm living a good life."
N turned and stared at me, saying, "Only a great ghost could use a pocket watch to this degree." He said, with a hint of meaning, "Even I can't do it."
Tu Lanxun shrugged: "Who says you have to be better than me?"
She said it easily, and immediately moved closer to Liu Maosheng timidly. The latter smiled helplessly, his eyes moving back and forth between Tu Lanxun and N, and finally turning into a silent sigh.
Middle-aged and elderly people often love to act as matchmakers. The girl and the young man before him are a perfect match. Liu Maosheng likes kids like Tu Lanxun, who talk about profit but are actually enthusiastic. It's rare for N to get close to a girl, but...
Yin and Yang have different paths, he thought.
They were almost out of the northern suburbs of the city when they stopped at a newly completed high-rise residential complex. The buildings here were towering into the clouds and looked very impressive, but the supporting facilities were poor and the land price was low. In another 30 years, it would be an old pigeon house that no one would demolish.
Yang Dazhi's last breath was here.
The pocket watch pointed to the deepest building. Tu Lanxun put on a mask and just walked over when he saw a red and blue light. Police cars and ambulances were parked downstairs, and there were also community workers wearing vests.
The unit door was wide open. The police and doctors had just arrived and were rushing upstairs. The neighbors were watching and saying, "What a sin!"
"That's right, you're so young, why can't you think straight?"
"Oh, stop talking! I picked up my grandson at noon, and when I looked up, I almost had a heart attack. I forgot to cover the child's eyes. I wonder if he has a fever..."
Tu Lanxun already knew what had happened because the deceased was hanging in the window. On the fifth floor, the body of a young man was turning silently, hanging among the other clothes hanging on the balcony, just a little heavier than them.
He was hanged to death. The rope was very long. His face could not be seen clearly because of the reflection in the glass, but it seemed that his eyes were open.
This was very unusual, as usually the heads of strangled bodies were drooped, but the young man's face was looking straight ahead.
Without Tu Lanxun asking, N's brows were already slightly furrowed: "That's it."
Through the discussions of the neighbors, the whole picture of the incident was pieced together: the young man's surname is Ma, he is 28 years old and has a job. Since he lives alone here, his mother will come over every one or two weeks to check his hygiene and diet, and urge him to get married.
Who would have thought that when he came to the house today, the old mother, who was full of reasons to urge her son to get married, just opened the door and couldn't find her son anywhere in the house. When she turned around, she found a pair of feet among the pants hanging out to dry.
Neighbors also described Ma as a generally normal person, a pragmatic yet unrealistic young man. His practicality lay in his reserved demeanor and his love of making money, which often resulted in irregular medium to large incomes. He had three cars in two years, and neighbors speculated he was a stock market expert. His unrealistic nature was that he had never found a partner and never brought girls home, suggesting a refusal to relinquish love.
Tu Lanxun listened carefully and found it interesting. It seemed that no matter how much money Ma Qingnian made, as long as he was not serving the ultimate goal - getting married and reproducing, this advantage could be offset.
Before the police cleared the area, an elderly man muttered to another elderly man as they walked by, "I'm not saying there might be something wrong with Xiao Ma. I've seen him bring different men home late at night. Sometimes it was a middle-aged man, sometimes a young man. It's scary!"
The noise stopped abruptly the next moment. Young Ma was carried out on a stretcher covered with a cloth, and behind him stumbled a middle-aged woman who was crying loudly. The two female police officers could not stop her from rushing forward.
Suddenly, the middle-aged woman lunged forward and grabbed a corner of the stretcher the moment she fell. The white cloth was torn off by gravity, and the face of the deceased was immediately exposed to everyone.
Young Ma's face was blue-gray, and like all hanged people, his features were distorted, but his lifeless eyes were staring straight up. The dead body was more dead than man-made still lifes, and more disgusting. What was particularly strange was that the corners of Young Ma's mouth were upturned.
In the crowd, Li Aogang had greeted the police officers from the police station. He had just been following up on a visit nearby when he received a call from Director Meng, who brought an uninvited guest with him.
Li Ao walked over and helped the middle-aged woman up. She was trembling and had lost her mind. Seeing the color of the uniform, she breathed a little easier. Every syllable was trembling with breath: "Officer, my son was killed by a burglar!"
Li Ao's attention was drawn and he asked, "Sister, please speak slowly."
The middle-aged woman took two breaths, then clutched Li Ao's sleeve and said, "Yesterday, last night I was on a video call with my son, and he said he was going to get rich, and that we would have everything we wanted in the future..."
Li Ao said patiently, "This has nothing to do with burglary or theft. I understand how you feel. If you didn't lose anything valuable..."
The middle-aged woman was reminded and murmured: "Lost, lost valuables... a piece of gold..."
Li Ao almost suspected she was having hysterics, but the middle-aged woman opened her phone and clicked on a selfie of Ma Qingnian, the kind of selfie you took reluctantly when your parents asked you to take it and show it to others. The background was the balcony wall, with a little round golden light showing at the top.
"Is it the moon?" Xiao Zhang came over.
"It was cloudy last night, and the background was obviously something hanging on the balcony wall, reflecting on the window glass." Old Wei showed off his experience.
Li Ao stared for a long time and pulled over the policeman holding the camera. The location in the scene photo was empty and there was no golden object.
Wen Chong came over and gently took the camera. His eyes settled on something and he said seriously, "I lost something. Something with a problem."
As the family of the deceased was still there, Li Ao did not ask any more questions. She hoped that Wen Chong would find an excuse to talk to her alone, but in vain, because her gaze had already shifted to another direction and gradually became slightly interested.
In the corner between the green belt and the pavilion, the back of a girl with black curly hair flashed by.
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