Zhu Xiucai noticed the change in Qin Shaoyou's expression and signaled everyone to stop.
After waiting quietly for a moment, he asked in a low voice: "Sir, did you hear that nursery rhyme again?"
Qin Shaoyou nodded lightly and glanced at his subordinates: "You still didn't hear?"
Everyone shook their heads.
Zhu Xiucai asked curiously: "Sir, what is the nursery rhyme sung again this time? Is it the same content as before?"
"A few more words."
Qin Shaoyou told his men the new content.
After listening to this, Monk Ma frowned and said, "The new content of this nursery rhyme sounds like it's asking for help?"
"It's really like a call for help."
Zhu Xiucai first agreed with his partner's view, and then analyzed:
"This ghost should be singing nursery rhymes in a special way. If your energy and concentration are not up to standard, you won't be able to hear it.
It can be inferred from this that the person who imprisoned it in the coffin and dipped it in 'ink' should be inferior to the seventh-grade martial artist in terms of concentration and spirit.
I just don’t know what level his other strengths are. "
Monk Ma added: "What does the last sentence mean that it is painful when dipped in ink? Why does it make demons and ghosts feel pain when the pen is dipped in ink?"
Zhu Xiucai guessed: "This shows that the ink dipped in the pen holder must not be simple."
After a pause, he pondered: "But what could the 'ink' be? Blood? Corpse oil? Or something else?"
"Could it be a soul?" Qin Shaoyou suddenly asked.
The person singing the nursery rhyme is a ghost. Since it is a ghost, the ink it is dipped in is most likely a soul.
Because when dipped in blood and corpse oil, ghosts should not feel pain.
There is another situation.
If the ghost singing the nursery rhyme was Shen Bin's wife and children, then their bodies would have been burned in the fire long ago, and there would be no blood or corpse oil to dip them in.
The ghost is imprisoned in the coffin, and a part of the soul is taken away by a pen every day, just like a living person is imprisoned in a cage, and is stabbed several times every day, and his flesh is cut and his blood is drained.
Of course it will be 'miserable'.
After listening to Qin Shaoyou's analysis, Zhu Xiucai and others nodded in agreement.
However, Monk Ma raised another question: "Shen Bin hasn't left the city these days. How did he get the soul?"
"Perhaps he has some kind of ability to 'dip ink from a distance'." Zhu Xiucai guessed.
Qin Shaoyou followed this guess and analyzed:
"Although Shen Bin can't leave the city these days, he goes to the city gate every day to pay homage to his wife and children.
Maybe he didn't miss his wife and children, but just wanted to be closer to the coffin outside the city so that he could cast spells and soak in ink.
At the same time, he was also looking for opportunities to escape from the city. "
Everyone nodded, thinking it was possible.
Qin Shaoyou glanced at Zhu Xiucai, who understood the situation and went to ask the beggar on the roadside without him having to speak.
He came back after a while and reported to Qin Shaoyou: "Sir, the tomb where Shen Bin's wife and children are buried is located on Huangnipo outside the city."
Qin Shaoyou nodded and said: "We will go to Shen Bin's house to search first, and then go out of the city to open the coffin and conduct an autopsy to check the cause of death of Shen Bin's wife and children. By the way, we will also check if there is a pen holder in the coffin."
"Yes." Everyone accepted the order.
Zhu Xiucai then said: "Sir, when I inquired about the news just now, I observed Shen Bin carefully and found that he had a few paintbrushes with him. Do you want me to steal them for you to see?"
No matter what method Shen Bin uses to dip the soul, as long as he dips it in, there will definitely be traces on his soul-dipping brush.
As for the paintings, it is difficult to find problems unless the ghost appears in the painting.
That's why Zhu Xiucai suggested stealing the pen.
Qin Shaoyou hesitated, but Monk Ma said bluntly: "What if we are discovered?"
Zhu Xiucai said: "My skills cannot be discovered by ordinary people. If they are really discovered, doesn't it mean that there is something wrong with Shen Bin?"
"But isn't that just a warning?"
"No. If I am really discovered, I will pretend to be a thief who steals money and will not let him notice the real target."
Seeing that Zhu Xiucai was confident, Qin Shaoyou no longer hesitated and agreed to his theft plan.
Zhu Xiucai didn't waste time, turned around and went to the alley next to him, changed his clothes, then blended into the crowd, and soon touched Shen Bin's side.
While Shen Bin wasn't paying attention, Zhu Xiucai quickly took action and touched Shen Bin several times at a speed that Qin Shaoyou didn't even notice.
Shen Bin was completely unaware of this.
Zhu Xiucai's skills are indeed superb.
After succeeding, Zhu Xiucai squeezed out of the crowd.
Qin Shaoyou and others immediately turned around and went to the alley where Zhu Xiucai had changed his clothes just now.
Zhu Xiucai followed up quietly and handed a few brushes into Qin Shaoyou's hands.
But after careful inspection, Qin Shaoyou didn't find anything wrong with these brushes.
They are just ordinary paintbrushes, and there is no energy residue such as souls.
Zhu Xiucai, Monk Ma and other powerful men also found no problems with these brushes.
"It seems that it is not these paintbrushes that absorb the soul." Qin Shaoyou said, touching his chin.
But this action was not fruitless.
Zhu Xiucai told a discovery: "When I stole the pen just now, I found that Shen Bin's body was very cold and hard, like a dead corpse with cold corpses and rigor mortis. But his body also had breathing and yang energy. , not a dead person."
"Either he has some strange disease, or he has practiced some special skills." Monk Ma judged.
Qin Shaoyou nodded, noted the situation, handed the brush to Zhu Xiucai and asked him to return it.
Zhu Xiucai blended into the crowd again and quickly put the brush back on Shen Bin.
From the beginning to the end, neither Shen Bin nor the people buying paintings around him were aware of it.
Immediately afterwards, Qin Shaoyou and the others took advantage of Shen Bin's sale of paintings and rushed to his house to investigate.
As expected, Shen Bin's home was burned down and nothing was left, except for a simple shack built among the ruins.
Although there was no one at home, Qin Shaoyou and the others did not rush over. Instead, they stopped outside the hospital and checked carefully.
The result was really a discovery.
There are several mechanisms hidden in the ruins.
These mechanisms are very cleverly hidden, and Qin Shaoyou and the others are very familiar with them. If it were anyone else, even their colleagues in the Demon Suppression Department, they might not be able to discover them.
These mechanisms have no lethality. They mainly serve as a warning to let Shen Bin know that someone has slipped into the home.
"If you don't have a ghost in your heart, why bother making these arrangements." Zhu Xiucai snorted coldly.
After a pause, he hurriedly added: "Of course, sir, you are an exception. You are prepared for any danger."
Then there was a change of subject: "Sir, do you think we should also set up a few agencies to add some spice to Shen Bin's place?"
Qin Shaoyou agreed to this proposal, but just warned: "Don't let Shen Bin discover the hidden spots arranged by the agency. It is best to set a button so that the agency will only work after we activate it, so as not to accidentally hurt others and prevent it from taking effect prematurely." , to alert the snake."
Zhu Xiucai said hello and took a few strong men to set up the house in Shen Bin's ruins.
After a while, the trap was set.
Qin Shaoyou checked it carefully and made sure there were no flaws, then asked Liao Lishi to keep an eye on it.
He took Zhu Xiucai, Monk Ma and others out of the city to Huangnipo, intending to open the coffin and conduct an autopsy.
