Could the police car really take Jing Xian away?
The answer is no.
Based on Lu Yingjiu’s understanding of Jing Xian, if he really got in the police car, he would probably come back and happily tell him that the police car looked pretty cool, why don’t we get one too.
Lu Yingjiu couldn’t help but worry, feeling that his journey to educate Jing Xian about the law was long and arduous.
Jing Xian took him all the way up to the second floor.
Zhang Chengzhou’s office was not far away. The pale moonlight fell on the door, the door was tightly closed, hiding who knew how many secrets.
Chen Xiaoling whispered, “He has resigned from here for two or three years, how come the office suddenly appeared?” She looked around, “Could it be that the ghost who wants to retaliate against the tourists has something to do with Zhang Chengzhou?”
Lu Yingjiu shook his head lightly.
They stepped closer and closer, until they stood at the office door, Lu Yingjiu put his hand on the doorknob, the fingertips felt the metallic chill, he took a deep breath, and turned hard–
It didn’t turn.
He used a bit more force, the doorknob made a click sound, but it just couldn’t be opened.
Jing Xian laughed behind him and bent down to his ear, “Do you want me to do it?”
Lu Yingjiu: “…”
He didn’t answer, and continued to turn the doorknob.
His strength was definitely not small. In his many strange exorcism experiences, even without the aid of talisman paper, he could still knock down strong men, carry corpses up the mountain without panting, and violently open doors to check people’s water meters…But this door lock was really weird, it couldn’t be turned no matter what.
Jing Xian said again, “Let me do it?”
Lu Yingjiu said, “Can you be quiet for a few seconds.” After saying that, he patted a talisman paper on himself.
The talisman paper brought a steady stream of power, and now his power could bend the doorknob.
But it still couldn’t be turned.
Chen Xiaoling peeked in and said, “Director Zhang’s confidentiality work is too good, the door is locked so tightly, if one doesn’t know, one would think he has a golden house to hide his beauty.”
The term “golden house to hide beauty” obviously touched a nerve in Jing Xian.
His attention was no longer on the museum, and he didn’t know where he was wandering. He said to Lu Yingjiu, “Should we also get a small black room like this in the future, should we put the sofa with handcuffs in it…”
“No.” Lu Yingjiu decisively rejected, his hand exerting force, a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.
The doorknob was slightly deformed, but it still couldn’t be turned.
Lu Yingjiu gave up helplessly and let go. Jing Xian was always eager to show himself in front of him, and immediately took over. The smooth muscle lines on his arm tightened–
Snap!
“Creak–”
The entire door trembled under his force, and in less than a second, with a loud bang… the entire door was pried off by Jing Xian and held in his hand.
Lu Yingjiu: “…”
Chen Xiaoling: “…?”
Both of them instinctively looked at the wall. There was nothing behind the door at all, it was a solid wall, it was embedded in it just now, no wonder Lu Yingjiu couldn’t turn the doorknob no matter how he turned it.
“I see.” Chen Xiaoling murmured, “What golden house to hide a beauty, there’s no golden house at all.”
Jing Xian next to him was still holding the door. Thanks to his strength, holding the thick door panel was like holding a piece of paper.
He studied it a bit and said, “It wasn’t placed in the correct position.”
“What do you mean?” Lu Yingjiu asked.
Jing Xian explained, “This is not the original location of the office, so there’s nothing behind the door. If we find the original location, put the door back on the wall, and then open it, we can enter the correct room.”
“I see.” Lu Yingjiu nodded, “I’ve never seen this kind of door before. But how do you know, Jing Xian?”
Jing Xian said, “Oh, I was curious about this thing for a while, there’s a palace full of these doors, if you open the wrong door, you’ll be scalded to death by the lava behind the door, it’s fun.”
Lu Yingjiu: “…Why would you put such a thing in your house? This is too underworldly.”
He began to worry faintly about his post-marital life.
Because of the sofa showcased by Jing Xian, and because of this broken door, the ghostly furniture is really not flattering. Now it seems that his stick figure painting might be the most normal thing.
He also said, “Your house wouldn’t happen to have any mountain of knives, sea of fire, guillotines, and mass graves, would it?”
Jing Xian was very surprised, “How did you know? You are indeed my wife.”
Lu Yingjiu: ‘……’
He gave up thinking about his future safety, sighed lightly, and said, “Or, you take this door panel, and we’ll go around again.”
Jing Xian nodded.
He continued to hold Lu Yingjiu with one hand, grabbed the door panel with the other hand, and hairball sitting on his shoulder.
Directly from a family of three to a family of three who were moving.
When they returned to the staircase, they just happened to meet the shivering man in white coming up.
The man saw them and was stunned, “How come the door has been pried off too.”
Chen Xiaoling had no good face for this scum, and hummed, “What’s it to you? You have enough to worry about yourself.”
The man in white calmed down from his fear and apologized with a smile, “I shouldn’t have interfered, I shouldn’t have interfered, I’ll just honestly follow behind you guys and not say another word. I just want to get out of this museum.”
For the next ten or so minutes, he indeed quietly followed behind the three of them.
Although quiet, he never relaxed his vigilance, constantly scanning his surroundings in search of an exit. His few times of speaking were all due to his obsessive-compulsive disorder acting up, staring at the doors in the hallway and whispering, “That door seems to be unlocked… Is its lock loose?”
Chen Xiaoling warned him, “You better not open doors randomly, if there are moths behind them, I will definitely smash your head with my ten centimeter high heels.”
The man in white apologized with a smile again.
Lu Yingjiu was intent on finding the original location of the office, and walked all over the two floors of the museum, but found nothing.
Until they came to the [Information Hall].
There were many popular science posters around the Information Hall, introducing the history of the museum, and even providing headsets for visitors to listen to the information. Lu Yingjiu shone the flashlight up, and saw the portraits of the successive directors.
Up until two years ago, all the directors were from the Zhang family.
His gaze lingered on the photo of Zhang Chengzhou: the middle-aged man was more handsome than he had imagined, still maintaining a good figure in his fifties. He pursed his lips tightly, showing no hint of a smile, his eyes sharp as a knife.
Lu Yingjiu stared at him for a few seconds.
He had seen so many exorcists, and he knew at a glance that Zhang Chengzhou was no ordinary person, and must have a high level of accomplishment in exorcism.
Then he looked away and said, “Let’s go.”
The Information Hall was not large, and it was almost at the end after turning the corner.
There were no headphones here, all were film materials, and a projector stood alone in the middle.
The man in white shrank a little.
He wanted to run away, but thinking of Li Yuanhang’s experience, he knew he couldn’t escape no matter what. He forcibly stopped his steps and moved towards Lu Yingjiu.
Chen Xiaoling looked at the wall and said, “It says here that the person in charge of the Information Hall is… Liang Qiufeng.” She seemed thoughtful, “Before I came, I inquired about the museum’s staff from two years ago. If I remember correctly, Liang Qiufeng and Zhang Chengzhou are the oldest employees, and they must know each other. Moreover, Liang Qiufeng died three or four years ago.”
In the photo, Liang Qiufeng was leaning on a projector, smiling slightly.
She frowned, “There are projectors appearing everywhere here, could it be that Liang Qiufeng is the ghost?”
“There’s a high possibility.” Lu Yingjiu nodded, “He’s a museum employee, and if he designs the scene of revenge here, it couldn’t be more normal.”
Hearing this, the man in white was stunned, staring at the photo and murmuring, “That day, when our tour group came to the museum, it was him who led us in.” He shivered, goosebumps rising on his arm, “But he was already dead at that time, wasn’t he? The person who led us into the museum was a dead person!”
He took a step back, looking at Liang Qiufeng with a look of horror, and said, “We, we should leave quickly, since he has become a fierce ghost, he will take revenge on you too when the time comes!”
Click!
As soon as his words fell, the projector started to turn.
On the wall, a line of big characters appeared: “My name is Ah Fei”
[I am a thief, I believe there is no lock in the world that I can’t pry open’]
The man in white widened his eyes.
On the screen, he wandered the streets with his hands in his pockets, looking at the old houses around him.
Being a thief involves casing various houses. His gang had invented a set of special marking symbols. When he cased a place, he would mark the symbols to inform his accomplices about the situation of the house.
Ah Fei swayed, avoiding the crowd, and took out a black pen when no one was around, drawing a small symbol on the wall.
Two triangles, one above the other: [Single female]
He walked a few more steps, slowly marking all the places he had cased.
Diamond: [Uninhabited]
A cross: [Good target]
Two vertical bars and a slash: [Only the elderly at home]
After marking everything, he waited for his accomplices to come and act together.
The man continued to walk on the street until his gaze fell on one of the houses.
The mark he had just written was: [Unoccupied during the day]
By the time his accomplices arrived, it would probably be evening. This family was well-off, and he had been coveting them for a long time.
According to the caution of a thief, he should not act alone.
But Ah Fei was like a man possessed that day, he turned back to the house alone, saw that no one was around, bent down to study the door lock.
A crescent-shaped lock.
Anti-theft lock cores were divided into three categories: A, B, and super B. The commonly used flat lock core and cross lock core belong to category A, and an experienced thief could pry it open within a minute. The crescent-shaped or leaf lock core belonged to category B, which could be pried open within five minutes.
Ah Fei was immediately itching to try.
He had pried open countless locks before, and his lock-picking skills were famous in the underworld. Some people even came to learn from him. Later, he was caught once, became a bit more honest, and specialized in casing places, neglecting to practice lock-picking.
He looked around again, quickly took out the lock-picking tools, the metal collided with a slight sound in his hand, the lock core slowly turned, slowly pried.
Click!
With this sound, the lock was opened.
He opened the door and slipped in agilely and carefully. As he expected, the decoration of the living room was luxurious, and several packs of expensive cigarettes were placed on the coffee table.
As he walked, he stuffed valuable items into his bag.
The lady of the house often wore gold and silver, and there must be a lot of valuable items in the jewelry box. He was eager to loot, and hurriedly walked towards the master bedroom.
Pushing open the door, a small aromatherapy candle was burning in the room. They must have forgotten to blow it out before they left, and the faint fragrance spread throughout the room. He rummaged through the bedroom and indeed found a jewelry box. The necklaces, bracelets, and earrings inside were glittering, shining with a dazzling light that made one’s heart flutter.
Ah Fei swallowed, grabbing a handful of jewelry and putting it in his bag.
After grabbing the jewelry, he squatted down and searched all the drawers below.
His movements were fast, but it still took him six or seven minutes to finish packing. When he stood up, he suddenly felt a wave of darkness before his eyes.
His low blood sugar was acting up again.
Ah Fei leaned against the wall for a while, ate a piece of chocolate he carried with him, and felt a little better.
When his vision cleared, he found himself staring directly at the person under the bed.
At this moment, his hair stood on end.
But the person under the bed was even more frightened. The little boy heard him coming in and hid under the bed early, watching his every move.
At this moment, the two of them made eye contact, and he let out a scream!
The walls of this place were not soundproof, and Ah Fei knew that. With his scream, the neighbors on both sides must have heard it!
Moreover, this time he acted on a whim and didn’t even cover his face!
“Stop yelling!” Ah Fei shouted in a low voice, “Shut up!”
The boy kept screaming and tried to shrink further under the bed.
Ah Fei was also panicked. He did carry a controlled knife, but essentially he was just a thief, timid, and dared not really pull out the knife to threaten people, let alone do things like killing to silence.
Joking, burglary and murder were not on the same level at all! He’s not looking for death!
So Ah Fei made the wisest decision: he turned and ran.
Unbeknownst to him in his panic, his backpack knocked over the aromatherapy candle, and at this moment, the flame was licking the tablecloth and curtains.
He ran all the way to the door and slammed it shut.
Then he realized retrospectively: there seemed to be a smell of burning in the room.
Could there be a fire?
He sniffed, and his keen sense of smell made him realize that something was indeed burning!
He didn’t have time to hesitate too much, he ran dozens of steps before he realized retrospectively: the little boy was still in the room, should he go back and save him, or call the police directly?
But if he calls the police, the boy has seen his face, isn’t he sending himself to the police?
As for going back to save people…
Ah Fei’s pace slowed down.
He stood at the deserted street corner for a full two or three minutes.
He thought to himself, the fire was not big yet, the little brat should be able to escape by himself, right? If he can’t…
A huge, cold malice enveloped him.
If he can’t, isn’t that even better? He thought, this is not a fire he deliberately set, nor did he light the candle and not extinguish it, this is a complete accident.
So he did nothing and quickly disappeared into the alley, hiding in the crowd in the distance.
The projector turned.
The picture finally stopped on a boy with full-body burns.
The walls of the hospital were white, his parents were crying by his side, but were still powerless to save their kid.
The picture turned again.
The sea of fire was red, but the background was no longer the home of that family.
The fire was in a guesthouse!
Ah Fei widened his eyes. “This, isn’t this where we stayed! Wait, wait…”
His head was splitting, and the pain of being burned by the fire was still dancing on his nerves.
“I, that guesthouse…” he murmured, “Did we die a long time ago, were we burned to death? Just like that little brat…”
He kept shaking his head trying to deny this fact, but it was of no use.
After realizing his own death, it was a complete breakdown. He lost all reason, screamed, and ran towards the outside of the exhibition hall!
However, the flames reignited under his feet, engulfing his whole body, and the heat swallowed him up completely.
He struggled and screamed in the fire, slapping his body trying to extinguish the flames. But this flame was filled with absolute resentment, completely engulfing him.
When the burning sensation subsided, only a pile of ashes remained on the ground.
The Information Hall was silent, filled with a smell similar to roasted meat.
The projector stopped moving.
“Ugh,” Chen Xiaoling held her forehead and said, “Xiao Lu, it’s really exciting to go out and exorcise ghosts with you. I’ve seen all kinds of ways to die today, I’m afraid I’m going to have nightmares tonight.”
Lu Yingjiu didn’t answer.
Chen Xiaoling looked over and saw Lu Yingjiu staring intently at Liang Qiufeng’s photo.
Just now, Liang Qiufeng was smiling faintly.
Now his smile almost reached his ears, his eyes staring straight at the three of them, extremely terrifying. Before Chen Xiaoling had time to speak, she heard the sound of water droplets falling.
Drip, drip.
Drip, drip.
She looked carefully and saw that it was water droplets falling from the photo. The water droplets were all colored, as if the colors on the photo were slowly melting.
A cold wind swept over the photo.
Chen Xiaoling only felt a blur in front of her eyes, and when she looked closely again, there was no one in the photo!
Liang Qiufeng was gone!
She instinctively took a step back, and a roar exploded in her ears.
The roar was between a human and a beast, filled with resentment and rage, a thin figure was crawling on the ground, using his hands and feet to pounce at Lu Yingjiu!
Lu Yingjiu was about to throw out a talisman, when Jing Xian next to him suddenly moved.
He saw him raise the door he had been holding in his hand, and in a posture similar to a baseball player, he swung the door sideways—
Bang!
Liang Qiufeng was hit and flew out, directly smashing through four or five walls, and dust rolled up. If he were a normal person, he would either be dead or paralyzed for life.
Lu Yingjiu: “…….”
Lu Yingjiu looked up and said to Jing Xian, “I gave you hairball, not for you to use as a trash can. I let you hold the door, not for you to use as a baseball bat.”
“Okay, okay.” Jing Xian appeased him, “Next time for sure.”
After saying that, he continued to hold the door panel with one hand, carrying hairballi on his shoulder, and his right hand around Lu Yingjiu.
The dust gradually settled, and Liang Qiufeng slowly stood up, his figure swaying, but the various fractures and breaks on his body were being repaired at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Wait a little longer, and he would be able to move freely again.
Jing Xian loosened his right hand and snapped his fingers.
“Ugh!” Liang Qiufeng suddenly vomited.
He bent over, constantly dry heaving, as if a hard bone was stuck in his throat. After dry heaving four or five times, he fell silent.
To be precise, he couldn’t make a sound.
A shriveled ghost hand reached out from his throat, blocking his windpipe, and grabbed his head in reverse, causing the bones to make a crackling sound, which was chilling. Then more ghost hands emerged from his body, growing like plants that had received sufficient nutrients.
Throat, ears, chest…
They danced wildly, tearing him apart.
The broken limbs turned into a thick black fog and dissipated in the museum, dead beyond death.
Chen Xiaoling was a little scared.
Jing Xian looked at Lu Yingjiu with a face full of merit, “How about it? You see how much I listen to you.”
Lu Yingjiu said, “…next time you still use the door panel.”
Looking up again, he squinted slightly, “I think I know where Zhang Chengzhou’s office is.”
