Although Lin Feng had not been in contact with Feng Yun for a long time, this person really aroused his curiosity.
Whether it was this organization that he had never heard of before, or the style of this trio, they were all refreshing Lin Feng's inherent understanding of Bingfu.
Without looking for clues to investigate the rumors, and these three people were so obsessed with a non-existent bus, naturally Lin Feng felt that something was wrong no matter what he thought.
On the other side, Feng Yun and the others returned to the car after leaving Ti Xingsi. As soon as they got in the car, the fat man couldn't help his curiosity, looked at Feng Yun and asked:
"Director, judging from your attitude, what did you find?"
Feng Yun looked out the window, frowned slightly and said in thought:
"The reason why we didn't see this bus yesterday, including during the previous investigation by the Xing Division, was because the time was wrong."
"Ah? But I saw in the investigation records of Division Xing that their investigation time was also chosen around twelve o'clock."
"The time I'm talking about is the day."
As he said that, Feng Yun looked at the fat man next to him and Yan Qilin behind him:
“In ancient folklore, there is a unique way of calculation.
If 1 to 12 are used to match the twelve earthly branches, then odd numbers are yang and even numbers are yin.
Just now, I paid special attention to the time records of the sightings of bus No. 444 by eyewitnesses among all the testimonies.
The cloudy days are different every month. For example, December has more cloudy days and January has fewer cloudy days.
But all the sightings in the confession, although the months were different, were cloudy days.
So you understand, this is an important opportunity that we have been neglecting.
That bus No. 444 will only appear on cloudy days..."
Confusion was clearly written on the faces of Fatty and Yan Qilin, and they seemed unable to understand the matter clearly for the time being.
However, Feng Yun was not in a hurry to let the two of them understand. He just waved his hand:
"Let's go back to the military mansion first, we need to prepare some things.
The next cloudy day will be two days later. If our previous inference is correct, nothing can be found even if we check in these two days.
In this case, it is better to sharpen the knife and chop wood, wait until everything is ready, and two days later we solved the case in one go. "
The three of them had just returned to the temporary polling bureau built in the abandoned warehouse of the military mansion when Feng Yun received a call from the general.
Naturally, the commander-in-chief made this call to ask about Feng Yun's case handling process. At the same time, he also wanted to repeatedly remind Feng Yun that he did not have much time and must solve the case as soon as possible.
On the one hand, it was the pressure from his superiors, and on the other hand, Feng Yun had to wait for the right time and place.
Therefore, although Feng Yun didn't say anything at this moment, the pressure on his shoulders was much greater.
Soon Feng Yun gave Fatty and Yan Qilin a list of things to prepare.
An officer and soldier drove the car for the two of them and took them out of the military mansion to go shopping.
Sitting in the car, the fat man looked at the list in his hand, puzzled:
“What are these things, a three-in-one compass, a stack of yellow paper, and the most outrageous thing is a handful of gray hair.
What is this gray thing? What does preparing us have to do with solving the case? "
Compared to Fatty, Yan Qilin is obviously much calmer:
"Listen to the director."
Four simple words expressed Yan Qilin's attitude, which made the fat man sitting next to him feel a little bored:
"You are so boring, sometimes I really wonder if you borrowed your voice.
I don’t think this car is too stuffy. Let’s talk to help ease the atmosphere..."
However, Yan Qilin didn't pay attention to him, and the fat man was talking to himself along the way.
"Hey, let's stop here. Everything on the list should be here..."
Following the fat man's order, the officers and soldiers quickly parked the military vehicle in front of a paper shop.
There are not many paper-making shops these days, and they are usually located near some large hospitals, forming a one-stop service after death.
Fatty and Yan Qilin got out of the car. The sign of the store in front of them was obviously different from other stores.
The white plaque had the word "Ji Si" written on it, and there was a white lantern hanging next to it. The guests at the door were two paper figures, one on the left and one on the right, a red man and a woman, but neither had eyes.
Jisi is an older name. In ancient times, those who dealt in funeral supplies were collectively called Jisi, including coffin shops, paper shops, etc.
The two paper figures placed at the door are also very particular, usually a man and a woman are placed on the left and right sides respectively.
If the paper figure is standing upright and holding something like an ingot in both hands, then in ancient times it meant that the shop could pay on credit.
And if the paper man has empty hands and faces the door sideways, it means that the store does not accept credit.
However, this kind of attention is no longer common. In addition, people's living conditions have improved, and no one will do this kind of thing on credit, so this saying is no longer spread among the people.
"Squeak..."
The fat man carelessly opened the door of the paper shop, and what he saw was all kinds of gaudy papers.
There are conventional gold and silver paper ingots, paper people and horses, archways and gate towers, and paper money for houses.
There are also some modern sports cars and villas...
The shop owner was a bald middle-aged man. He looked at the two of them with a heavy expression and said:
"just looking around……"
Any boss who opens a paper-making shop will never greet customers with a smile, let alone say so-called welcome.
There is no need to say more about the reasons.
Therefore, when entering any paper-making shop, the boss will always have a sullen face. This is also a unique custom in this industry.
"Boss, don't be so embarrassed, no one is dead, I'm just here to buy something!"
The fat man handed over the list in his hand carelessly:
"Just prepare this for me, hurry up!"
For such a customer, the boss felt that it was very rare. Then he looked at the list curiously. The first ones were pretty good, but the last one made him feel a little confused.
"Master, I know what the things in front are for.
But what do you want with this first incense? "
After hearing this, Fatty also became interested:
"Do you know what the first fragrance is?"
The bald middle-aged man nodded, then turned back and pointed at the incense burner enshrining the god:
"The first incense refers to the ashes from the first incense burnt in a day, but I don't quite understand what you are doing with the ashes?"
"Boss, don't talk nonsense. If I want to understand, why don't you ask me?"
The fat man was also very puzzled. He really couldn't figure out what kind of medicine Feng Yun was selling in this gourd.
However, under the urging of the fat man, the bald middle-aged man was quickly prepared. The things on the list were put in a red bag and handed to the fat man.
Until the two left, the bald middle-aged man still had some doubts on his face.
Fatty and Yan Qilin didn't know at all that there was a saying that had been circulating since ancient times in this mundane business.
"The incense on your head burns into ashes, and when it is scattered, you will see ghosts and gods. Do not draw eyes on the paper figures. If you have eyes, you can return to your soul..."
