After the real daughter came back, the whole family was so angry that they were jumping up and down

Chapter 58 58 Ran half of the city to the garbage dump

Siming relayed the unlucky man's words, and Zhao Guoyan frowned and said, "Based on the time and place, this woman should be Wang Fang, 25, working as a nanny in Wanghai Villa."

"She usually passes here after get off work late."

"After receiving the missing report, we immediately searched this route."

"But nothing was found."

"If you go by that statement, there should be blood here."

"Even if there was heavy rain that night, it would not be washed away so cleanly."

"Sun Youjun, please take your colleagues from the identification department to take a look."

"I know the end." Sun Youjun went there without hesitation. This was his first time leading a ghost to investigate a case, and he felt good.

The two asked the unlucky man some more details, and from these details, Zhao Guoyan finally got a clue.

Siming turned around to look for the cotton-padded jacket. She was no longer leaning against the unlucky man, but was lying on the ground, sniffing like a dog.

Siming's forehead twitched. Sooner or later, this girl's bad habit of not being clean would be corrected: "What are you doing?"

"Looking for grandson." Cotton Jacket pouted and shrugged his nose: "It's delicious to say that grandson fell here."

Without raising his head or resting his hands, he dug through the trash pile and said, "Found it."

The cotton-padded jacket excitedly picked up a piece of wood and showed it to Siming.

Siming tried his best to ignore the cotton-padded jacket's dark little paws, not noticing anything.

The cotton-padded jacket grinned: "I smell my grandson's blood. I can find my grandson."

Siming raised his eyebrows, does this girl have hunting dog attributes?
"Can you really find it?"

The cotton-padded jacket proudly raised its little head: "Humph, of course."

As soon as his short legs took a step, he ran far away.

Siming hurriedly asked Zhao Guoyan to follow him.

Zhao Guoyan also heard the conversation between the two and led two colleagues to chase after Siming.

The unfortunate guy was stunned for a second and then quickly followed.

The short legs of the cotton-padded jacket flew very fast, nothing happened.

The people behind him had a hard time following, and they were so tired that they stuck out their tongues.

Siming patted himself in annoyance, why didn't he drive.

"Girl, how far is it?"

"It's getting closer."

The cotton-padded jacket kept speeding and ran even more happily.

Siming sighed and ran almost half of the city. He was still out of breath, not to mention Zhao Guoyan and the others, who were almost running for their lives and their consciousness was in a trance.

But these grown men were too embarrassed to complain that they were tired, so they had no choice but to follow them.

This is to save face and suffer.

From the garbage incineration site in the eastern suburbs of the city, thick smoke and pungent stench hit our faces.

The cotton-padded jacket stopped and stood at the gate, tilting his head to look inside.

Siming tried his best to calm down his breathing, secretly saying that he was in danger, and he almost ran and fell down.

Calmly asked: "Here?"

The cotton-padded jacket hummed: "My grandson is in there, but there are so many grandsons, I don't know which one to look for."

"How many?" Siming didn't understand.

The cotton-padded jacket turned to look at him: "Yes, my grandson was quartered."

Siming...how did you say such cruel words in such a casual tone.

"Where is his spirit body? Can he sense it?"

The little face of the cotton-padded jacket showed tangle, as if it was a bit difficult and uncomfortable: "The delicious food cannot come out in a small and dark place."

Siming noticed something was wrong with the cotton-padded jacket and reached out to touch her eyebrows: "Stop looking, I'll go in and look for it myself."

"Oh," Mian Yao responded. She didn't like that place and it would be very tiring to go there.

Zhao Guoyan and the other three arrived late, their bodies soaked with sweat. With their hands on their knees, they gasped and asked: "Captain Division, are you here? Are you here?"

Siming felt some sympathy for Zhao Guoyan. Fortunately, he was a cultivator and his physical condition had improved a lot.

"We're here. Captain Zhao, why don't we take a rest first and discuss it later?"

Zhao Guoyan waved his hand and wanted to say no.

But my body was more honest than my mouth. I sat down and never wanted to get up again.

The two people who followed them lay down early. They were so tired that they were even more tired than running a marathon.

The little girl is not human at all, her short legs are as long as a hot wheel.

Siming turned his gaze to the garbage dump and opened his yin and yang eyes.

What he saw was a strong sense of resentment, floating over the garbage dump, forming a thick dark cloud.

Resentment means that the bones have lost their souls and cannot condense the resentful spirits.But the qi at the moment of death is formed after a long time.

No wonder the yin energy here is so strong, the resentment covers the sky, and light and heat cannot penetrate, so yin and darkness breed crazily.

Coupled with the bones of dead bodies, it became a complete gathering place.

Such a strong resentment is definitely not something that a few corpses can bring about in a short period of time.

There are probably more bones buried here than in previous mass graves.

It goes back more than ten years.

Resentment cannot hurt anyone, it can only affect luck.

But people who stay here for a long time will also be affected.

In mild cases, the symptoms include insomnia, dreaminess, physical weakness, and frequent colds.

In severe cases, you will encounter ghosts and see ghosts, which will lead to many disasters and bad luck.

Probably the people living around me always felt unwell, so they moved out one after another.

Now this area is just this garbage dump, and the rest is a deserted forest. It is naturally convenient to do something.

Si Ming released his spiritual power and probed inside.

As soon as he entered the door, he raised his eyebrows.

Is the spiritual power blocked?

There are prohibitions here.

The humanity behind it is profound.

Zhao Guoyan calmed down a lot, stood up and asked, "Should we go in directly or something?"

Siming said: "The people here are very powerful. I'm not sure about the situation inside and whether there are innocent people here, so it's not good to act rashly."

"If possible, Captain Zhao will ask someone to go in and have a look inside to see what's going on inside."

"If we go in, the other party will notice it. We need ordinary people to go there, so as not to alert others."

Zhao Guoyan nodded: "You can't just enter casually, you have to think of a reason."

The two discussed strategies, and Mian Yao couldn't wait any longer.

She glanced at the unfortunate ghost faintly, she was hungry.

unlucky...

Can’t wait to eat it, right?
Cruel human beings go too far. They want to kill the donkey before the grinder is removed. Their heart is to be punished.

The cotton-padded jacket looked around, but no one was paying attention to her.

The little short legs jumped up restlessly and ran into the garbage dump in a flash.

The garbage dump is so big that you can't even see the edge.

There is a lot of garbage inside, so much that it has piled up into countless hills.

The cotton-padded jacket walks inside, feeling small and helpless.

The unlucky ghost was also floating nearby.

"Human, where are you going to find it?"

The cotton-padded jacket tilted his head and looked at it: "It's delicious. Do you know where the bad guy is?"

unlucky...

It doesn't like this title.

"I don't know." The voice was ghostly and full of resentment.

Cotton Jacket was not disappointed and sniffed.

The stench filled his nose, and the little coat was so smoked that the Tianling Cap almost lifted, and he decisively shut down his sense of smell.

You can't rely on your sense of smell to find your grandson, you can only rely on your legs.

The little short legs jumped up again and wandered around the garbage dump.

Strangely, there was no one inside.

The cotton-padded jacket was not in a hurry, looking for it slowly and chatting with the unlucky guy.

"It's delicious. Do you know where I can find delicious food?"

unlucky...

"It's delicious. Do you know how you can make it taste better?"

unlucky...

"It's delicious, can you give me an arm first?"

The unfortunate ghost floated away angrily. It hated this human being.

The cotton-padded jacket pouted: "So stingy."

The fried little head twisted and he ran arrogantly in the other direction.

(End of this chapter)