Chapter 117 Ghost Crush

Cheng Banxian sat on the chair beside him and weakly directed my brother to help him pack up his things.

I used hot water to apply my dad's body. He took good care of it and there were no bedsores or anything else. The hundreds of thousands of medical expenses were not wasted.

As soon as Jiang Qiyun retreated from the barrier, a nurse rushed in and stared at us vigilantly, asking, "What are you doing?"

"Visiting, there is a registered receptionist, this is my dad." My brother replied immediately.

The nurse's expression became gentler. Just as she was about to speak, she heard my dad suddenly moaning hoarsely.

She was shocked and hurriedly rang the bell and called the doctor. The patient who had been in a coma for several months had woken up. This was the news that could be reported.

"Dad, Dad!" I leaned over and wanted to pat him in the face to wake him up.

"Ouch... Xiao, Xiao Qiao... cough... you, your chest... makes me breathless..."

This stinky old man!!

I really want to slap him twice! How much effort did we put in! He actually joked when he replied with a sanity!

Seeing Cheng Banxian's haggard appearance, I felt a little reluctant. I sent my brother to take him back to rest first, and I was with my dad in the hospital.

Jiang Qiyun followed me silently. I was afraid that he would be bored, so I told him that he could go and do it first and remember tonight... Well, remember to come back and rest. His playful eyes made me blush and my heart beat.

My dad probably couldn't see him, but he could feel his presence. This old man always winked at me.

"…See you that night." He leaned over and said in my ear.

I think he did it on purpose. My dad blushed when he saw me like a fur, and asked with a wicked smile: "Xiao Qiao, what's wrong with you? Your face is so blushing?"

He lay down for three months, his muscles were weak all over and he needed subsequent massage and rehabilitation. I accompanied him until the evening, and he rushed us home, saying that he would take the exam and not delay his studies.

My brother and I looked at each other, but I didn't dare to say that our absence was almost up to the standard of dropping out of school.

On the way back, my brother sighed and said, "It's better to go for an internship and come back with a diploma to comfort my dad."

The tree wanted to be quiet but the wind did not stop. Not long after we felt relieved, Uncle Cheng Su suddenly called us.

Jiang Qiyun often tossed me until the second half of the night, so when I was sleeping, he would immediately press it off when my phone vibrated. My uncle had to call my brother.

I was sleeping in a daze, and I heard my brother's voice ringing outside the door: "Xiao Qiao, are you awake? Is it convenient to come in... I said, "Uncle, you are really, the couple are sleeping, please let me knock on the door!"

I tried hard to open my eyes and answered. My brother opened the door and came in and saw that Jiang Qiyun was not there. He breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Uncle is looking for you."

I hugged in the quilt and listened to the phone. Uncle Cheng Su's tone was a little quick: "Xiao Qiao, are you here?"

"...I'm not here, he usually appears at night."

"Then you and Yun Fan come here first. Please help me with some things." Uncle Cheng Su told the address.

My brother was puzzled when searching for the address in the car: "What's the matter? Back to Long Village... I haven't heard of this orphans, it seems to be in the new district..."

Many dilapidated houses have been demolished in the new district. Now they are like a large construction site. On one hand, high-rise buildings are being built, and on the other hand, there are densely packed dilapidated huts, like slums.

Indigenous people had already received the compensation for demolition and became local tyrants. These dilapidated huts were rented to outsiders who came to work. The rent was very cheap, so they attracted many workers.

Huilong Village refers to this crooked and dilapidated hut with cheap rents and many people, which is suitable for these workers to live in and do some small business. Because of this, the environmental sanitation and public security of this area are the worst.

I looked at the densely packed houses from a distance, which seemed to be covered by a layer of gray mist. I thought it shouldn't be called Huilong Village, but it was more appropriate to call it Robin Village. Various sheds and earthen walls and cottages with a yard are already high-end residences here. The roads are very narrow, and it feels crowded when two people walk side by side.

"The security guards in this area are certain. Who do people live in this kind of place..." My brother sighed: "I am so poor that I sleep in the bridge cave, I don't want to live here."

There was a group of police officers quarantining the people at the alley. I looked at the people watching. It was winter now, but they were all wearing thin clothes. Some of the cotton coats were running out of cotton, which was very shabby. Some women were wearing short skirts and stockings, looking at this place from afar, with a look of horror on their faces.

When the uncle saw us, he nodded to the police officer beside us, lifted the isolation belt and let us in.

"Xiao Qiao, how do you feel about this movie?"

“…what is it?”

"Feng Shui, what do you think of this area of ​​Feng Shui?"

I curled my lips, do you still need to ask? Anyone with a little knowledge can see that this Feng Shui is extremely different.

There are construction sites around, the aura is chaotic, and there are all high-rise buildings, gathering all kinds of dark auras into this low-lying area.

Moreover, in order to pursue rental value, the houses here are next to each other, with poor ventilation and lighting, and a turbid and dirty atmosphere is filled with it. It is easy to be affected after living in such a place for a long time.

There are almost all houses here, with the gate on the roadside, and there are all rooms in it, with the bed facing the gate.

In Feng Shui, "direct" and "not flowing" are taboos, and this area basically takes up all taboos.

"Uncle, what's going on here? Is it any help to ask us to come?" I asked.

He took us to a corner and whispered: "We have conducted a large inspection recently. I found that the public security in this area is very terrible! Many murders have occurred, and they are all very strange, but the local police station did not report it before! We held the director accountable, and the director actually died at home... It is said that he committed suicide, but it seems a bit strange to me... There was another accident here today. The couple quarreled at home and slashed each other with a knife. A young woman who had just arrived called the police. The acting director did not dare to cover it, so he reported it to us."

"Is this kind of thing useful for us?" My brother was confused. There are family disputes everywhere, and we are not mediators.

"You'll know when you come and have a look." Uncle Cheng Su handed us the equipment.

The police officers he brought were basically handling strange criminal cases, each wearing masks and gloves, and some wearing sanitary clothes like an apron.

There was an old dog in the yard. He didn't move when we saw us. The dark and fishy smell filled it and there was a smell of stench.
Chapter completed!