At first, I was a little unsure. After all, engaging in feudal superstitious activities in front of the people's police... was indeed a bit unreliable.

But it's different now. I'm very confident. No one is watching upstairs. This is my great opportunity!

Half an hour later, the taxi stopped outside Dongfeng Community.

The first time I got out of the car, I saw two police cars parked in the community. Several police officers were standing outside the police cars chatting, and looking upstairs from time to time, not knowing what they were looking at.

Zhou Yan glanced at me, signaling me not to talk nonsense, and then led me towards the two police cars.

Seeing us walking towards the police car, the policemen standing outside the car immediately became vigilant, turned their heads and looked at us a few times, and one of the middle-aged policemen strode towards us.

"Xiao Zhou, who is this young man?" The middle-aged policeman's smile was very friendly, but it gave people a sense of calm and self-importance.

Zhou Yan politely called Uncle Zhang, pointed at me and introduced: "Yi Lin, my college classmate."

"Hello, Uncle Zhang." I also called out.

Zhang Liguo asked in confusion: "What do you mean by the question you asked me earlier? Is there anyone guarding the scene? Why do you care about this?"

Zhou Yan looked around, then leaned into Zhang Liguo's ear and whispered: "Isn't Luo Dahai's body unable to be moved? My classmate can let us move it!"

Hearing this, Zhang Liguo frowned and immediately focused his eyes on me.

Feeling Zhang Liguo's gaze getting sharper, I felt sweat on my forehead. This uncle didn't think I was here to dance with the Great God...

Although my job content is a bit like that of a dance master, but...I have real skills...

I haven't done anything for several years. We must not have an accident tonight, otherwise this person will be seriously embarrassed...

While comforting myself, I smiled at Zhang Liguo: "Uncle Zhang, if we don't tell secrets, the body above can't be moved. You must have seen something wrong."

Zhang Liguo frowned and looked at me, and his tone became colder: "What do you do?"

"Sir." I replied, Mr. Yin Yang is a Taoist priest, and Mr. Corpse Exorcist is a corpse exorcist. I belong to the latter.

But you can't say it clearly. Tell Zhang Liguo that I am a corpse exorcist? His next move will probably be to slap me.

Compared to Mr. Yin Yang, the corpse exorcist is indeed less convincing...

Hearing my vague answer, Zhang Liguo probably thought I was a Taoist priest, and he didn't do anything else. He just frowned and said, "Xiao Zhou usually doesn't do useless work. I'll take you up to have a look."

Zhou Yan patted me on the shoulder: "Yi Lin may not be able to solve this problem. Anyway, we are just trying. If things don't go well, Uncle Zhang, don't blame him."

I guess this guy doesn't have much confidence in me either. He hears what he hears but what he sees is true. After all, he has never seen me make a move, so it is inevitable that he has no confidence in me. Otherwise, how could he say that?

"Come on, hurry up, time is precious." I shrugged, not paying attention to their reactions, but just a little helpless.

Are the skills passed down from our ancestors for thousands of years all superstition? Or are the stories about ghosts and gods clearly recorded in ancient books also stories?

No wind, no wave.

The ancients were not fools. If they really didn’t have these things, how could they believe them?

Even if there are those stories or records, how many people in the 21st century really believe in the theory of ghosts and gods?

I really understand them. If it weren't for the old man, maybe I would still admire the so-called science like them and throw all the traditional superstitious culture into the corner.

The benevolent sees benevolence and the wise see wisdom. After all, metaphysics is a bit illusory. It is normal that few people believe in it. I really understand it.

"I'll take you up." Zhang Liguo looked at me, turned around and led Zhou Yan and me into the residential building.

Dongfeng Community is indeed one of the most luxurious houses in Guiyang. The people who live here are either rich or noble. In Guiyang in 2007, it was an exaggeration for a residential building to have twenty-eight floors. It seems that Luo Dahai's life experience is not ordinary.

Otherwise, what is his dream of buying a house here with his white-collar salary?

The deceased Luo Dahai lived in Room 1802 on the 18th floor. Since this place was sealed with yellow tape by the police, basically no one dared to go there.

The residents nearby were also unsure, and no one dared to go out at night. This was one of the reasons why our movements at night were not noticed by outsiders.

The three of us in our group have implemented this adage to the extreme: don’t let the shooters go, enter the village quietly.

"Do the residents nearby know that the body is still here?" I asked curiously, and Zhang Liguo nodded: "The reason we gave is that we need to maintain the crime scene, and the body cannot be moved. This case is difficult to solve, and we have to wait for professionals to come to the scene to see it.

look."

I smiled. It seemed that the police were very good at covering up these shady things.

The elevator door rang, and we walked out quietly. We didn't look like we were doing good things, but rather like thieves who had broken into the house.

Zhang Liguo looked around and saw that the corridor was very quiet, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Keep your voice down, don't attract the attention of outsiders." Zhang Liguo took out the key and opened the door carefully, still a little worried and told me.

"The soundproofing here is good, don't worry, Uncle Zhang." Zhou Yan comforted him, looked at the invisible room in front of him, and whispered to me: "You start, we can just watch."

I also had a bit of a headache at this time. After all, it was absolutely impossible to really show off my skills without making a fuss.

With a sense of luck, I carefully looked at the thickness of the door and the position of the windows in the house, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The windows all face the hill behind the community, not facing other residential buildings, and the door is thick enough. It is estimated that no one will be able to find out if I make such a fuss.

With a bang, Zhang Liguo turned on the light in the living room and gently closed the door.

"Why is this smell so strong?" Zhang Liguo frowned and looked around: "The smell was not so strong yesterday."

After what Zhang Liguo said, I realized that there was a very strange smell in the room. It was quite smelly, but not pungent.

Is this corpse odor? It doesn't look like it...it doesn't smell that fishy...

I wrinkled my nose and smelled it, gradually recalling what the old man had taught me in my mind.

At this moment, a name suddenly appeared in my mind. When I thought of this name, my scalp exploded.

This is...Yin?!! (Yin, chou, the fourth tone, has the same pronunciation as stinky. In ancient Chinese, it means rancid, but not here. It refers to a special odor of yin.)

"Where is the body?" My tone was a little trembling, but Zhou Yan and the others didn't pay attention. They pointed to the study on the right: "It's lying in there."

I said nothing and put my backpack on the ground with an ugly expression.

Seeing a glass for drinking water on the table, I reached out and took it, lit a stick of incense sticks and silently put it into the glass.

"Open the window and let the smell out." I lowered my head and continued tinkering in the backpack, shouting to Zhou Yan.

Zhou Yan didn't think much, nodded, walked over and opened the window in the living room.

The smell of tribute incense is very strong. Not long after lighting the incense stick, the smell in the room slowly dissipated. It is estimated that after a while, the smell will be basically replaced by the smell of tribute incense.

Zhang Liguo looked at me like a magician, a bit jokingly: "Why are you burning incense? Do you want to dance to the gods?"

"Do you know how the deceased died?" I didn't pay attention to his joke and asked them on my own.

Zhou Yan and Zhang Liguo looked at each other, and then focused on me again, their eyes full of doubts.

"Do you know how he died?" Zhou Yan asked me.

"Evil ghosts are coming." I replied. I lowered my head and took out the yellow paper from my backpack and spread it flatly on the floor.

This yellow paper is not as small as the yellow paper used by ordinary Taoist priests to draw talismans. Instead, it is quite large. When spread out, it looks like about one square meter.

As I spoke, I tore the yellow paper in half: "The smell we smelled before was not corpse odor."

Hearing this, Zhou Yan and Zhang Liguo both nodded, obviously understanding what I meant. After all, corpse odor is easy to distinguish from what we smell.

Corpse odor is a bit like the stench of rotting animals, but it is more pungent and unpleasant. Basically, people who smell corpse odor for the first time have to vomit.

The smell we smelled before was not pungent, just unpleasant, and it was not fishy, ​​so it was easy to distinguish.

"That's Yin Yan." When I said the word Yin Yan, my face became a little ugly again.

The old man is a person who loves reading. Whether it is Taoist classics or ancient metaphysical legends, they are basically among the categories that the old man loves. He has bought many ancient books in this field from everywhere and placed them in the wreath shop.

In the back room.

Maybe it was because I was led by him. I have loved reading books about gods and ghosts since I was a child.

Although my grades in school were not very good, and I was basically at 30% in English and math, I was able to learn these mysterious and mysterious things surprisingly quickly.

Especially those ancient books that I read when I was bored, my memory is particularly profound. At least memorizing these things is much better than memorizing texts in school.

In my memory, one of those ancient books seems to be called "Yun Ni Ji", which was written by a Taoist priest named Yun Youzi in the Song Dynasty. It contains records about Yin Ming.

Although the record of Yin Ming in the book is only a few lines, these few lines are enough to explain clearly the causes and consequences of Yin Ming.

"The sin of accumulating yin causes trouble here, and the victim's body is covered with yin, which lingers around the beam for three days."

The old man once explained the meaning of this sentence to me.

The evil spirits that gather Yin are evil ghosts. Ordinary Yin souls disperse Yin but do not gather Yin. Only evil ghosts and nothing else can gather Yin energy in the body.

To cause trouble in this place means to cause trouble here, or to cause trouble in the world of the sun.

The victim's body is haunted, and this sentence is the most important thing.

The evil ghosts in reality are completely different from the evil ghosts in novels or movies.

They will not call you like Sadako, or crawl out of the TV, nor will they strangle you face to face, or cut your stomach open and play with your intestines.

In reality, there are only two ways for evil spirits to harm people. One is to create hallucinations and scare people to death. The second is what happened to Luo Dahai, rushing in!

After charging, the evil ghost will directly control the human body to harm living people.

People killed by evil spirits will have a gloomy smell on their bodies, and the gloom will continue to spread outwards, achieving the effect of lingering around for three days as recorded in the record.

The whole sentence is translated as:
Chapter completed!