Murder Bureau within Bureau

  I told Panzi, since the spiritual medium is still doing business in the building and won't be able to return home for a while, we might as well take advantage of the opportunity to go to his house and snoop around.

  Pan Zidong understood what I meant, I suspected that there was a secret in the small black house. But he listened to me for half a day and still hesitated, pursed his lips several times, obviously wanting to say something but couldn't bring himself to do so.

  I can guess what he wants to say, so I just stretched out my right fist, which is also one of my final moves.

  We who have been in prison all have a rule, among gentlemen it is to seal with a slap on the back of the hand, we just clench our fists, representing the friendship that has gone through life and death.

  I clenched my fist and asked him if he was going or not.

  This thoroughly ignited Pan's fighting spirit. With a surge of blood and energy, he gritted his teeth, gave me a light punch, and said, "Let's go!"

  It was still him driving, and we arrived at the entrance of that unit. We ran up together again, only this time we ran very lightly, not daring to make too much noise.

  Arriving at the iron railing on the sixth floor, Panzi took out his flashlight and adjusted it to a suitable brightness. I followed this bright light to take a look at the lock.

  This is a very ordinary padlock, I took out several iron wires and a small multi-tool from my waist, poked it a few times and it was done, but when pushing open the iron fence, this thing made a creaking sound, which scared me for a moment.

  I gazed up at the fifth floor, afraid that the noise would wake up the neighbors. If they came out to take a look, we'd be caught red-handed.

  Fortunately, what I was worried about didn't happen, and the two of us arrived in front of the small black house again. The lock on this house was also ordinary goods, and I still easily solved it with tools. But when opening the door, my heart thumped wildly because I thought of the White Haired Ghost.

  I hope it appears in this black room, so that way, the two of us will have made a major discovery, but I really don't want to see it, always feeling that it's too dangerous.

  I pushed open the door in this tangled state, and Pan Zi timely raised his flashlight to shine it into the room.

  The house had been using black curtains all along, I thought it would be mysterious, but in fact, there was nothing special about it, and it was particularly simple.

  It's simply a plain house with two bedrooms and one living room, the bedroom doors are all closed, and in the living room, except for a large straw mat spread on the floor, there is only an altar.

  Normally, a spirit cabinet like this would be used to worship Bodhisattvas or Yuanshi Tianzun and other deities, but on the spirit medium's cabinet, there were three strange dolls.

  I and Pan Zi were most interested in the shrine, I asked him to close the door tightly, then we both went closer to take a careful look.

  These three little men were about the size of a palm and stood in a row, vividly depicted with wings and feathers.

  This time it was just the two of us in the house, Panzi wasn't so cautious, and adjusted the flashlight to shine brighter on the three little people.

  I found that they were making different movements, the first little man took out a pious look and worshipped, the second one had his hands on his hips and his head held high, with an air of superiority, while the third one tilted his head, holding a whip in his hand, making a gesture as if he was about to lash someone.

  I and Panzi added up, we both can't understand what these three puppets represent. If the puppets are making gestures like burning face, pulling teeth, or breaking fingers, I will definitely call the police without hesitation, even if it's a spiritual medium, they won't be able to escape, they're just culprits.

  It seems that these are not closely related to those few murder cases. In the end, I thought it was enough and didn't waste my brain cells, so I took a photo with my phone and went back to let Lu Yifeng figure it out.

  To avoid dead angles, I also took several photos from different angles on purpose.

  After we finished with the photos, we went through each bedroom and didn't find anything noteworthy except for some "office supplies" used by mediums.

  There was just a bedroom, and at the moment the door opened, the wind blew in, and a window was pushed open.

  The bedroom was also emitting a strong and strange smell, somewhat like the smell of boiling water scalding chicken feathers. Both Panzi and I were choked into coughing, and I quickly closed the door.

  With this, the black house was thoroughly searched, and we didn't stay for long, leaving one after another to head down.

  When I quietly locked the iron gate, it seemed to hear a "ding" sound from the small black room. At that time, I asked Panzi, did he hear?

  Pan Zi shook his head, and I didn't think much of it. I even comforted myself by thinking that I must have been hallucinating or the wind had blown something over.

  This time "sneaking around" felt exceptionally smooth, back in the car, I was in a good mood, and chatted with Panzi.

  Pan Zi drove the car out of the neighborhood. But just as we were leaving, I caught a glimpse of someone standing on a small path, dressed like a medium, and he quickly ran around the corner.

  I'm a bit stunned, thinking that this could be the "Fake Judge Bao". And how did he become so much shorter? If he had come back, he should have gone home, why is he standing there, being so mysterious.

  I want to go take a look, let Panzi park the car.

  Pan Zi was focused on driving and didn't know what was going on, and he even asked me with a confused expression. I told him my guesses.

  Just now sneaking into the black house also made Panzi take a lot of gas, this time he didn't refuse either, after parking the car, he came down with me.

  The two of us ran along that small road, but this area is a piece of flat house, which is also one of the characteristics of Longzhou. There are many old flat houses here.

  I looked at the entrance of the alley and sighed in my heart. We have to face this maze again, and whether we can find that black shadow from before is completely up to luck.

  We two are just like a blind cat bumping into a dead mouse, casually choosing an alleyway to walk in.

  This alley is also very dark, we had to turn on the flashlight. After walking for a while, I found something that didn't feel right. The two of us kept coughing from time to time.

  I don't know what's wrong with Panzi, I just have a sore throat and can't hold it in, always wanting to let it out. This puzzles me, because we didn't run intensely and didn't do any strenuous physical activity that night. Could it be that going to the haunted building infected us with a coughing disease? That doesn't make sense either.

  After turning around a few more alleys and still finding nothing, I felt a bit discouraged and told Panzi to forget it and head back.

  At this time, something unexpected happened. We had just turned around when a series of "heh heh" sounds came from behind us.

  Panzi hadn't seen a white-haired ghost before, so he wasn't that scared, but I felt all the hairs on his body stand up.

  I was so scared that I hastily turned back, not even caring if I had seen clearly or not, and took out the flashlight ahead of time. But behind us, there was nothing, still a dark and straight dirt road stretching forward.

  Panzi thought for a moment, scratching his head in puzzlement, and asked if it wouldn't be a stray cat.

  I also wish I were a stray cat, but growing up this big, I've never heard any stray cat meowing like that.

  We had no way out and were analyzing while walking back, I really didn't expect that after turning around another alley, the white-haired ghost appeared and stood in front of us with his legs crossed.

  It's still winking at us, with a small mouth and a strange smile.

  I've been guarding against it all along, but such a sudden encounter also left me stunned and unsure of what to do, and my head suddenly felt dizzy.

  It's not time to rest yet, I called out to Panzi to come up together and think of a way to deal with the White Haired Ghost first.

  The two of us opened up some distance, one on the left and one on the right, surrounding him. Once this pincer movement is formed, I bet that White Haired Ghost won't be able to run away even if he wants to.

  But it didn't give us a chance and we didn't see how it did it, anyway, with one turn of its hand, there was an extra white rope in its hand.

  It lifted the rope up, tilted its head and swung it around with a weird "pa pa" sound.

  This action is exactly the same as the third person in the temple, it's said that pulling a few ropes has what power? It can't hurt anyone, but the strange thing is, I watched him pull the rope, and suddenly felt my neck was particularly tight, just like being strangled, feeling suffocated.

  Pan Zi also encountered a similar situation, and we both couldn't even catch the white ghost, all of us were useless and sat on the ground with our butts.

  I didn't care about my image anymore, I used all sorts of ugly expressions, including pedaling hard with my legs, sticking out my tongue, and scratching my neck, trying to make this constraint disappear. However, as the white-haired ghost's pulling became more frequent, my breathing became increasingly difficult.

  I can even feel the marks on my neck where it was pressed against.

  I'm getting desperate, and I still blame myself from the bottom of my heart. I told myself not to listen to the medium's words, but now it's too late, we've really encountered a ghost! It wants our lives!