Wang Qiang sat in the driver's seat, looking at the names on the obituary and couldn't help but take off his sunglasses and marvel.
"Damn it, it can't be such a coincidence, right? It's the same name, right?"
Qian Sheng, who was sitting in the back row, asked without knowing why:
"Master Wang, what's going on?"
"Didn't you see the name on the obituary? Zhang Qiuli!"
"Oh!" Qian Sheng suddenly realized.
"Isn't this the one Mr. Lin mentioned before, the one who sold you Western Zhou clay pots at the Xijing Ghost Market?"
"That's right! We were still talking about him a while ago. Do you think this means he has the same name?"
Lin Yi read down the obituary. Judging from Zhang Qiuli's birth and death dates, he was about thirty-six or seventeen years old. He was about the same age as when he first saw him in the ghost market.
Could it really be him?
Full of suspicion, Lin Yi got in the car and started searching door to door along the village road.
When funerals are held in rural areas, a funeral tent is usually set up in front of the home, and a team specially responsible for the process comes to take over. As long as you listen for the sound of suona, you can find the home.
Sure enough, after driving through several intersections, the car found a funeral shed.
The funeral shed was erected at the entrance of the courtyard of a self-built house in a rural area.
The front door is quite impressive, with two recently completed white Roman columns and a large black iron door in the middle.
The surrounding farmers have either red iron doors or wooden doors.
The decoration style is also relatively traditional.
Only their home seemed so out of tune with the decoration style of other homes around it.
Considering that their car had a Beijing license plate and was driving up and down the village road, it was too ostentatious, Lin Yi directed Wang Qiang:
"Lao Wang, don't stop the car, drive over slowly and take a look."
Wang Qiang controlled the speed of the car and passed by the door hung with white flags. Except for a few trumpeters in the funeral shed, he saw no one else.
Through the gap in the iron gate, you can catch a glimpse of the mourning hall arranged in the yard.
The person in the huge black and white photo placed in the middle was not the Zhang Qiuli I saw at the Xijing Ghost Market that night, who else could it be!
Lin Yi and Wang Qiang looked at each other, feeling a little incredible.
"Why don't you go down and take a look?"
Wang Qiang suggested.
"What are you looking at? Let's go quickly!"
Lin Yi patted his leg, and Wang Qiang stepped on the accelerator without knowing what was going on, and quickly drove off the village road.
"Where shall we go next?"
Lin Yi was flipping through his phone and replied without raising his head:
"Our car's license plate is too eye-catching, so we should go back to the hotel to store our car and rent a car with a local license plate before coming over."
After saying that, the three of them immediately drove back to the hotel.
"Why do you think this happened by chance? A few days ago, I was talking about finding this person's whereabouts and trying to get him out of his hands. I met him here today."
"Isn't this unlucky? Just bump into each other, even if you bump into someone alive."
While he was talking, there was a rapid knock on the door.
Lin Yi immediately became alert.
"Who is it?"
"From the Public Security Bureau."
The three of them looked at each other at the same time.
Why did someone from the police station suddenly come to my door?
"Don't panic, hold on still, we haven't done anything, just open the door and check the situation first!"
Lin Yi gestured to them.
He stepped forward and opened the door. Two people in police uniforms stood outside the door. When they met, they showed their IDs to verify their identity.
"We are from the County Public Security Bureau. Come here to investigate. Please bring out your IDs and cooperate with our work!"
The three of them each took out their ID cards.
The other party took his ID card and checked it on the instrument. After comparing it with the person himself, he also checked Lin Yi's monkey-raising certificate. After confirming that it was correct, he handed it back to them one by one.
"What's the main reason you're here?"
"We are here to travel."
The police looked around and found nothing suspicious.
"Welcome to travel to the birthplace of Zhou culture. I hope you will abide by the law, pay attention to safety, and have a safe journey!"
After that, he saluted and left.
"That's not right, Lao Lin, this isn't right! We just arrived last night, and we went out for a walk today, and the squid came to our door? We couldn't have been targeted earlier, right?"
Lin Yi shook his head.
"It shouldn't be possible."
At this moment, the news broadcast from the local TV station came from the TV in the room:
"Police Information Report:
Regarding the folklore of some residents, seven people from Zhangjia Village in this county, including Zhang Mouning, Zhang Mouqiang, Zhang Moujun, Zhang Moucheng, Zhang Mouwu, Zhang Moucai, and Zhang Mouli, died mysteriously one after another.
After appraisal by professionals from the Criminal Investigation Brigade of the Municipal Bureau and the Municipal Forensic Medicine Department, the seven people died due to illness and were not homicide, vendetta or other feudal superstitions as rumored.
The general public is requested not to believe or spread rumors, and to maintain normal work and life order. "
The three of them looked at each other and understood instantly.
Seven people died one after another in this village. No wonder that as soon as their car showed up in Zhangjiacun, the squid came to visit.
It seems like this is no small matter!
"Master Lin, do you think this kid dug up something that shouldn't be touched?"
Qian Sheng's words reminded Lin Yi.
Combined with the few clay pots he wanted to sell in the ghost market, maybe this guy really took them.
"It's a pity that this guy is not tough enough to hold it. There are seven lives, so let's not get involved. We quickly help Boss Zhou choose the shady house, take the money and leave."
The three hit it off immediately.
In order to be less ostentatious, I went to a car rental agency in the afternoon, rented an off-road vehicle with a local license plate, and continued to wander around the Gege area around the county.
There are indeed many places with good Feng Shui here.
But those places are not suitable for burial.
Following the guidance of the compass, the car drove into the northern hillside.
As soon as they drove into a ravine, the compass in Lin Yi's hand began to shake violently.
"Lao Wang, stop the car!"
Wang Qiang slammed on the brakes and the car stopped halfway down the slope.
"This place is a bit evil! Look at this compass!"
The two looked down and saw that the pointer on the compass seemed to be pulled by some invisible force, trying to make it deviate from its own track.
"Let's go up this ditch and take a look!"
Lin Yi picked up the compass, took a few steps back, and dashed forward, stepping on the dirt beside the ditch and rushing to the top.
Wang Qiang and Qian Sheng could only jog around.
This is the waist of the entire northern hillside, with the entire county in full view. It is surrounded by layers of farmland, and there are many tombs standing in the distance.
"Kanyu's formulas are not often passed down. Look for the dragon and identify the ancestors by looking at the pointed circles. The screens and tents are laid out for many times, and the halls downstairs are descended to the peaks and mountains.
Curving and looping, with clear high and low, concave in the middle, calm and high in circumference, this is really a rare and auspicious land! "
"From what you're saying, does this count as finding it?"
"That's it! No matter what other people think about it, Boss Zhou is looking for me, I think this is it!"
While the three of them were talking, they heard a siren sound coming from below, and a voice came from the loudspeaker:
"What are you three doing? Come down here!"
(End of chapter)
