At three o'clock in the morning, Shu Guan's figure appeared in an alley next to the old market in the south of Shanghai.
The houses in this area all look a bit low and dilapidated, and are basically decades old. However, hundreds of years ago, this area was the most prosperous and lively place in Shanghai. However, in recent decades, Shanghai City's center of gravity began to shift to the Huangpu River bank area, and the old city area in the south of the city gradually declined.
Nowadays, those living in the old city area in the south of the city are all lower-class citizens of Shanghai, and there are also many refugees who have fled to Shanghai.
This is a mixed city, filled with liars, gamblers, prostitutes, thugs, and smokers. It is the best breeding ground for crime and the place where gangs have the greatest power.
The three tycoons of Shanghai Youth Gang all made their fortunes here.
Shu Guan came to the deepest part of this alley.
At the end of the alley there is a house with white walls and black tiles and a courtyard. It is considered the best house in this alley.
Shu Guan stood outside the gate and listened.
He heard a lot of sounds, the sound of flies flying, the sound of cockroaches crawling across the table, the sound of mice chewing on the furniture, but no human voice was heard.
There was no sound of human breathing, no human heartbeat.
Then his gaze fell on the hanging above the door
On top of a small copper bell.
The small copper bell hangs quietly under the eaves, even if the wind blows, it remains still.
Shu Guan used his spiritual power on his palms and raised his hand to pick off the small copper bell.
Then he opened the door and walked in.
If an ordinary person dared to open the door and enter the house without the permission of the owner of the house, he would probably die directly under this little copper bell.
It is normal for a practitioner to place some such protective objects in his residence.
If I hadn't had Han Biao at home, I would probably have made corresponding arrangements. Otherwise, if a thief broke into the house one day while I was away and stole the two suitcases under my bed, I would really cry to death.
Pushing the door open, I saw that the courtyard was overgrown with weeds, and the several tables and chairs placed in the courtyard were also covered with dust. It seemed that they had not been cleaned for a while.
Shu Guan walked through the courtyard and walked into the house. He glanced around and saw that the house, which looked unremarkable from the outside, was indeed extremely luxuriously decorated, and all the furniture and items seemed to be of great value. But at this time, there was also a thin layer of dust on it, and rats and cockroaches were crawling around the house.
However, it can still be seen that the owner of this house used to live a low-key life here, but it was actually a very comfortable and luxurious life.
Shu Guan thought about the huge sum of money Zhang Hushan paid to Master Fu'an that he had seen in Zhang Hushan's dream.
If a practitioner wants to live a better life in the mortal world, it is actually very easy.
This is a two-story building. Shu Guan walked around several rooms on the first floor and found nothing, then walked up to the second floor.
There were three rooms on the second floor. Shu Guan first opened the door of the first room at the top of the stairs and saw a bedroom inside, but there was no one there. The sheets and quilts on the bed were neatly placed.
Then Shu Guan came to the door of the second room.
This time, when he pushed open the door, his heart immediately beat violently.
Because he saw a dead body.
This is a very simply decorated room, with some feng shui objects such as compass bronze mirrors hanging on the walls.
Other than that, there was just a futon in the middle of the room.
Shu Guan naturally recognized at a glance that this was a training room for practitioners.
At this time, there was a corpse lying on the futon in the training room.
The corpse was slightly decomposed, but he could still easily identify it as an old man. The reason why he couldn't immediately confirm whether the old man was Master Fu'an was because the face of the deceased was covered with stripes. The scratches and bloody flesh were so blurry that it was really difficult to identify his appearance.
Shu Guan walked over and squatted down in front of the corpse.
After careful identification, Shu Guan finally determined that the deceased was Master Fu'an.
And the death of Master Fu'an was extremely miserable.
He pinched his neck tightly with both hands, and there were purple blood stains on his fingernails. It was obvious that the scratches on his face were all scratched by him.
Most of the old man's eyes had bulged out of their sockets, but his face still maintained the same look he had before his death.
It was an expression that was a mixture of extreme fear and madness, especially that kind of madness, which was still ferocious, as if it was less like a person and more like a bloodthirsty beast.
...This Master Fu'an strangled himself to death...
Such a judgment arose in Shu Guan's heart.
Master Fu'an's exposed skin was covered with purple-black abscess-like spots, surrounded by solidified pus.
Shu Guan stretched out a hand and placed it on Master Fu'an's head. A ray of spiritual power penetrated into Master Fu'an's body and quickly swam around in a circle.
The situation in Master Fu'an's body can be said to be a mess, all the meridians have been broken, and the internal organs are rotten into a ball of dregs.
...This is a sign of complete loss of spiritual power...
Shu Guan realized that his judgment on the cause of Master Fu'an's death may have been somewhat biased.
This Master Fu'an was not strangled to death by himself. Of course, he might have really wanted to strangle himself to death at that time, but before strangling himself to death, his spiritual power exploded and he died.
As for the reason why spiritual power goes out of control, it should be because he has gone crazy.
Master Fu'an's wild and wild expression before his death is the most typical characteristic of a practitioner who has become possessed and lost his mind.
Shuguan stood up.
He has basically been able to determine the cause of Master Fu'an's death, which was that he died of being possessed.
This is somewhat different from Shu Guan's original guess.
Shuguan's original guess was that Master Fu'an was killed, and that Du Wenqiang was secretly plotted, hiding a deeper truth.
But at least from the current point of view, at least the death of Master Fu'an, there are no traces of other people's intervention.
Shu Guan stood in front of Master Fu'an's body and pondered for a long time.
Although Master Fu'an was not killed by anyone else, this incident still gave Shu Guan a strange and inexplicable feeling.
When we used spiritual power to explore just now, we could tell from the width and tenacity of the meridians in the corpse that Master Fu'an was a practitioner in the Qi-entraining stage.
Combined with the decomposition of the body, it can be inferred that the time of his death should be about two months.
The feng shui of Du Wenqiang's father's grave was destroyed two months ago.
In other words, Master Fu'an died not long after he destroyed the feng shui of Du Wenqiang's father's grave.
This "soon" may be one day, or two or three days, but it will never exceed five days.
...could this be too much of a coincidence?
If you don't go crazy early, you don't go crazy late. Just after destroying the feng shui of Du Wenqiang's father's grave, he became obsessed in just a few days?
And what about those purple-black abscesses all over Master Fu’an’s body?
This is not like the result of going crazy.
After Shu Guan stood quietly for a while, he exited the room.
Although he always felt a little uneasy, he could no longer see anything more on this corpse.
Then Shu Guan came to the door of the third room on the second floor, opened the door and took a look.
This seemed to be a room like a study. Shu Guan's eyes swept around inside and then immediately landed on the desk.
There are many scraps of paper scattered on the desk.
Shu Guan immediately walked over and took a closer look at the torn pieces of colorful paper, which were only as big as fingernails, and his expression moved slightly.
Then he raised his hand and flicked it, and the pieces of paper were quickly put back together under the control of his spiritual power.
Shu Guan's eyes suddenly condensed.
It was a silver note, a very large amount of money, and he remembered that in Yang Hushan's dream, in order to thank Master Fu'an for helping him destroy the feng shui of Du Wenqiang's ancestral tomb, Yang Hushan gave Master Fu'an such an amount of silver at that time. ticket.
From the layout of his residence, it can be seen that Master Fu'an is very concerned about various enjoyments in the mortal world. This naturally requires a lot of financial support, so he will arrange Feng Shui for those rich people for money.
And how could such a person tear such a huge amount of money into pieces?
Shu Guan was a little confused.
His eyes moved around the desk again, and this time he noticed a piece of paper falling under the desk, with some faint writing on it.
Shu Guan bent down and picked up the paper.
There were only a few sentences written on the white paper, and the handwriting was extremely sloppy, showing the anxious and flustered mood of the person who wrote it.
Shu Guan spent a long time and finally recognized part of the handwriting.
"...I shouldn't have gone there...I shouldn't have gone there..."
"...What's the use of this money..."
"...That thing got into my head...I saw ****..."
Shu Guan's brows wrinkled.
What did Master Fu'an see?
Because the last few fonts were so sloppy, he couldn't tell what they were.
Also, what does "I shouldn't have been there" mean?
Where has he been?
Shu Guan's heart suddenly moved.
If it was said that before Master Fu'an went crazy and died, based on what he knew, he had indeed been to a strange place, which was the mountain peak where Du Wenqiang's grave was located.
Moreover, this person also set up an anti-fighting seven-star array on the mountain peak to destroy the feng shui of that mountain peak!
In addition, if you refer to Master Fu'an's sentence "What is the use of this money?", the torn banknote was originally given to him by Zhang Hushan as a reward for destroying the feng shui of Du Wenqiang's father's tomb. We can judge what he said That place should be that mountain peak!
...So, after Master Fu'an went to that mountain peak, something went wrong when he came back to practice. He became obsessed and died...
Shu Guan was shocked.
Does Master Fu'an's obsession have something to do with that mountain peak?
Then why are you okay?
...Because Master Fu'an destroyed the Feng Shui there, was there a backlash from some mysterious force?
These thoughts flashed rapidly through Shuguan's mind.
Of course, these are all his speculations, but Shu Guan feels that his speculations are very likely to be true.
Shu Guan's eyes showed a solemn look, and at the same time there was a hint of happiness.
Because he had gained a lot from consciously studying the Qingnang Sutra these days, he was already planning to go to that mountain peak to explore again when he had time in the near future to see what secrets were hidden in that mountain peak.
But now seeing Master Fu'an's fate, Shu Guan decided to be more cautious.
I can't go back to that place easily.
…
In the early morning, Shu Guan returned to Duolun Lane.
Then at the entrance of the alley, he met two people he never expected to meet at this moment.
These two people are his neighbors, namely Mr. Wen Ren and Qian Jing'an.
Shu Guan was slightly startled.
Because these two scholars and writers are not people who get up so early.
Mr. Wenren writes late at night every day and doesn't go to bed until dawn.
Although Qian Jing'an is not a night owl, even if he has to go to school, he usually doesn't go out until after nine o'clock.
Why did the two of you get up so early today?
And why are the two of them going together?
Shu Guan suppressed the confusion in his heart and greeted the two people warmly.
Mr. Wen Ren glanced at him, nodded slightly, and walked out of the alley.
Qian Jing'an smiled at Shu Guan and joked:
"Xingyun, you stayed at that girl's house last night. You didn't come back until dawn."
Mr. Wenren looked back at Mr. Qian Jing'an, as if he was very dissatisfied with Qian Jing'an for making such a vulgar joke.
Shu Guan smiled and asked:
"Mr. Qian, where are you going when you go out so early?"
Qian Jing'an sighed immediately after hearing this and said:
"We are going to visit Lao Pang. He is currently being held in the South Branch of the Patrol Department. Regardless of whether he has committed murder or not, we will always go to visit him and help find out if he has been wrongfully accused. "
After explaining a few words to Shu Guan, Qian Jing'an and Mr. Wen Ren walked out of the alley.
Shu Guan returned to the Zouma Pavilion. There was no need to sleep anymore at this point. Shu Guan simply opened the door of the Zouma Pavilion, then sat behind the long table and continued to read the Qing Sang Sutra.
After what happened last night, he now has a more urgent intention to study the Qing Sang Sutra, so as not to encounter such a mysterious and strange place again in the future and unknowingly follow the path without knowing it.
All morning, there was no business coming to the door.
Shu Guan couldn't help but think of the ladies and ladies at the Du Mansion night banquet a few days ago who said they wanted to see him for a photoshoot.
How come it has been several days and no one has come?
When Shu Guan was thinking about this matter, a beautiful and refined young woman walked in outside the door, but it was Yang Ruijun.
Today, Yang Ruijun wore a floral short-sleeved shirt, a long blue skirt underneath, and purple high-heeled sandals, which made her slim figure more charming. She simply tied a ponytail on her head and on her shoulders. Carrying an easel across her back, she looked like a literary goddess.
"I came to Master Qin's house to practice painting again today!"
Shu Guan asked with a smile.
"yes!"
Yang Ruijun responded, walked quickly to the long table, leaned over Shu Guan, and whispered in a somewhat mysterious voice:
"There's a party tomorrow night."
"reunion?"
Shu Guan asked blankly while suppressing the pure Yang spiritual energy that became surging due to the wonderful ups and downs in front of him.
"It's the gathering of our Secret Order! Didn't you say you wanted to go and see it? There is one tomorrow night."
Shu Guan groaned and suddenly realized that he had indeed mentioned this matter to her a few days ago.
"what time tomorrow?"
Then Shu Guan asked.
"At nine o'clock in the evening, I will come to you then and we will go together."
"I'd better pick you up."
"No, if my parents see me and a young man comes to pick me up so late, I won't even think about it... I haven't figured out what excuse I should use to ask for leave from my parents tomorrow night!"
Yang Ruijun muttered and left.
Shu Guan, on the other hand, continued to immerse himself in reading. He was still looking forward to the secret cult meeting tomorrow night.
Not long after he picked up the Qingsang Sutra, Shu Guan heard a burst of sighs coming from outside the door.
Looking up, I saw Mr. Wenren and Qian Jing'an back and passing by the door of the horse racing hall.
Mr. Wenren walked in front, with a straight face, as if he was very angry.
Qian Jing'an, on the other hand, sighed and walked behind.
Shu Guan thought for a moment, put down the Qing Sang Sutra in his hand, stood up and walked to the door, calling out to the two of them.
"Mr. Wenren, Mr. Qian, I wonder how the two of you went to visit Professor Pang today?"
"Oh, forget it, none of us have seen it."
Qian Jing'an replied with a frustrated look.
"Why?"
Shu Guan raised his eyebrows in confusion.
"The director of the Chengnan Patrol Bureau didn't let us see Pang Daokun at all."
"This is really unreasonable. Dao Kun has not been convicted by the court. He is just detained at this time. How can he not be allowed to see him? What's more, even if he is sentenced to death, the law of the Republic of China clearly stipulates that those sentenced to death have the right to visit. How can the director prevent us from visiting Dao Kun?"
At this time, Mr. Wenren could not help but said angrily:
"No, I want to write an article to expose and denounce such injustice and perversion of the law."
"Also, the director tried every means to evade and didn't let us see Dao Kun. I'm afraid Dao Kun was really wronged. Otherwise, why not let people visit him? I heard that we only saw the lawyer hired by his family, but not even him. Dao Kun himself.”
After Shu Guan heard this, he was indeed a little surprised.
Because the two people in front of them are not ordinary civilians, but famous scholars and great writers in the entire Dahua City.
How could the chief of the small patrol branch refute the reputation of these two people?
Unless...the Pang Daokun murder case really has some hidden secrets!
Shu looked at the two angry scholars and writers in front of him and couldn't help but sympathize with him, so he laughed and said:
"How about I arrange this matter, and help you two meet Professor Pang."
Huh?
Mr. Wen Ren and Qian Jing'an both looked at the young fortune teller in surprise.
We can't even see him, so what can this fortune teller do?
(End of chapter)
