One person: Reborn as Huangxian, seeking the title of Feng Baobao at the beginning

In this way, the Municipal Bureau can at least take a certain initiative in dealing with this unknown department...

Zhou Yuan stood outside the door, thinking about what Zhang Zhuo had just said.
Regarding the core bureau, the attitude of the Demon City Bureau is quite subtle.

After all, they knew nothing about this department, but this department existed within the sequence of formal institutions, so they still had to give it face.

However, when it comes to trust, that's not really the case, so Zhou Yuan also has to find the right measure to deal with it.

You can't be too far away, nor too close, you have to strike the right balance.

While Zhou Yuan was answering the phone outside the door, Fatty and Wang Cheng were also exchanging their views.

They can now confirm that this case is unusual, but the specific reasons need further investigation.

easy to say, hard to do.

The fat man complained helplessly:
“The most important thing for us now is to determine the nature of this case.

Although the case is strange, we cannot be sure whether it is related to Feng Shui, so we cannot report it and request action.

We are now facing a difficult situation.”

As he spoke, the fat man suddenly shuddered and then muttered:
"Why does this room feel so eerie..."

This sentence reminded Wang Cheng, and he looked up and looked around.

This is an empty VIP ward with only one bed.

Soon, Wang Cheng's eyes fell on the hospital bed. Although the bed had been tidily made, Wang Cheng's expression still became serious.

"Wang Cheng, what are you looking at?"

The fat man noticed this scene, looked at Wang Cheng in confusion and asked.

Wang Cheng made a gesture to keep quiet. At this moment, Zhou Yuan adjusted his condition and returned to the ward.

I thought the two would continue to investigate, but Wang Cheng returned the file to Zhou Yuan:

"Captain Zhou, sorry to bother you. We'll leave first. We'll meet again if we need any cooperation in the future..."

Having said that, Wang Cheng pulled the fat man out of the ward without saying anything.

"Hey hey..."

The fat man was confused and didn't understand what was going on.

Zhou Yuan was also very confused. He followed the two of them and always felt that something was wrong.

You were so eager to get involved in the investigation just now, why are you leaving in a moment?

When Zhou Yuan arrived at the hospital entrance, he found that the two had left without looking back.

He was at a loss for a moment. Was he overthinking?

Confused, Zhou Yuan shook his head and turned back to the hospital.

He went to the ward where the two had been before and took a look, but could not find the reason for their drastic change in attitude.

And this ward was the one where the accidents happened one after another before.

……

At the same time, the fat man finally broke free from Wang Cheng's hand.

He shook his wrist that was pinched and asked in confusion:

"You damn Taoist priest, what on earth are you doing? I finally got involved in the investigation, why did you suddenly leave?"

Facing the fat man's question, Wang Cheng looked at him meaningfully:
"Do you think they will allow us to investigate smoothly?"

The fat man was stunned for a few seconds, then he understood what Wang Cheng meant.

“Indeed, Zhou Yuan has been keeping an eye on us, so our investigation will be limited.

But at least we can still be at the scene. Now that we are out, how can we investigate?"

Looking at the fat man, Wang Cheng saw that there was no one around, so he lowered his voice and said:

“There’s a problem with the ward we were in just now.

The negative energy gathered on the bed for a long time and did not dissipate, but I have checked and the feng shui of this hospital is not a place where negative energy can be hidden.

Considering the swirling energy when burning paper before, there is probably only one possibility for the gathering of negative energy.

The souls of those who died in this hospital have not dispersed and remain here stubbornly.

This may be a breakthrough for us!"

The fat man's expression gradually changed from confusion to surprise:

"You mean, ask the ghost?"

Wang Cheng nodded heavily:
"This should be the fastest way. How about we visit the hospital again at midnight tonight?"

Wang Cheng's words made the fat man grin. He liked this kind of adventure the most:

"That's great, it turns out you had a plan in advance.

OK, let’s go again tonight!”

It was still early, so the two returned to the hotel.

However, after entering the room, I found that the bed was empty and the window that was originally closed was wide open.

"No way..."

Wang Cheng looked at the empty bed helplessly and said:

"Where has this baby gone again?"

The fat man also sat aside helplessly:
“He comes and goes without a trace, quite like my brother.

But now, we don’t have time to look for her.”

Wang Cheng thought about it and nodded:

“Forget it, we can’t leave the Magic City for a while anyway.

The most urgent task is to investigate this case first, it won’t be too late to find Baoer later.

Since she is interested in the Core Bureau, it shouldn’t be difficult to find her again…”

After the two made up their minds, they temporarily put Feng Baobao's matter aside.

After a short rest, the two opened the map, located the nearest funeral paper shop, and rushed over.

This paper-making shop is located in a quiet alley.

After all, this is the Magic City, and paper-making is not an easy business to survive. Those who can survive must have been passed down for several generations.

At this time, the door of the paper-making shop was open, and there were several paper figures piled up at the door. The noses, mouths, and ears of these paper figures were pierced out with needles, but there were no eyes.

Wang Cheng and the fat man did not find it strange, because this was the rule of this business, they would not stab a living person and would not accept the goods.

"is the boss around?"

Wang Cheng pushed the door open and shouted inside curiously.

This small shop was filled with all kinds of paper-made objects, which even blocked the windows, making the house dark even though it was daytime.

"coming……"

An old voice was heard, and then an old man came out from the inner room.

The old man didn't seem to expect that today's customers would be two young men. He thought they were here to tease him.

"Go away, you two grown men, why are you hanging out in my paper-making shop?"

Seeing the old man being so rude, the hot-tempered fat man immediately glared:

"Old man, why are you still chasing us away? We are here to buy things!"

"shopping?"

The old man's cloudy eyes revealed some doubts:
"What do you want to buy?"

Wang Cheng smiled and looked at the old man, and said:
"Old sir, I want three sticks of sandalwood, not agarwood.

I also want a paper figurine, one that looks like a woman, not a young lady.

I want another doll, a chubby one, without a prickly head, tied with a red string.

Finally, I need a touch of cinnabar, the kind used to carve statues of gods, please prepare it quickly."

The old man's expression changed from initial confusion to shock.

He stared at Wang Cheng with wide eyes and asked in confusion:

"Young man, you are an expert. You want something so particular. What is it for?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Cheng picked up a porcelain bowl and a pair of chopsticks next to him.

He put the porcelain bowl upside down on the table and placed the chopsticks on it: "Old sir, those who eat food for the dead do not ask the customer's reason. This is the rule. You must know it..."

The old man stared at the bowl on the table for several seconds before he nodded and began to prepare things without saying a word.

After a while, the old man handed over a black bag.

Wang Cheng paid the money and walked out of the paper-making shop without saying a word, leaving the old man standing in front of the table, staring at the upside-down porcelain bowl and the chopsticks on it.

Soon, the fat man caught up and asked curiously:

"Wang Cheng, what do you mean by those bowls and chopsticks?"

Wang Cheng smiled and explained:
“In all paper-making shops, you’ll see a set of bowls and chopsticks.

Those bowls and chopsticks are not for human use, but for worshiping wandering ghosts.

To turn the bowl upside down means to turn the offerings upside down and stop offerings to the wandering ghosts.

Put the chopsticks on it. If they are placed horizontally, it means waiting. If they are placed vertically, there is no food.

What it means is that you should temporarily stop offering food to the wandering ghosts, just place the chopsticks horizontally and wait for a while.

In this way, the old man understood that we wanted to do business with the dead and deal in yin and yang matters.

This is an old rule, and the older generation of funeral attendants understand it.”

After hearing this, the fat man suddenly realized and nodded thoughtfully.

After they returned to the hotel, they never went out again.

I ordered some dinner and ate it, then waited for midnight to arrive.

Seeing that the time was almost up, the fat man put on his backpack, wrapped the paper man with cloth and tucked it under his armpit, then went out with Wang Cheng.

The two soon arrived near the Obstetrics and Gynecology Hospital, but the hospital was no longer as busy as it was during the day.

There were still police officers guarding the door, and many victims were sleeping in the hospital yard.

They all want to seek justice in their own way, so many of them came from the countryside. They have nowhere to go in Shanghai and can only sleep here.

Wang Cheng and the fat man went around in circles and finally found a gap, and slipped into the hospital with great effort.

At this time, the hospital was completely dark, with gusts of cold wind blowing from time to time...

The fat man shrank his neck and groped in the darkness with Wang Cheng, walking towards the ward based on his memory.

After finally finding the place, Wang Cheng carefully pushed open the door, but at this moment, he suddenly saw a disheveled figure sitting blankly on the hospital bed.

"I!"

Just as he said a word, Wang Cheng's mouth was covered by the fat man behind him.

"Are you crazy? Do you want to attract the police?"

Wang Cheng pointed inside the house and seemed a little excited.

The fat man looked in the direction Wang Cheng pointed and his eyes suddenly widened.

ghost!
This thought flashed through the fat man's mind, and he instinctively felt a sense of fear.

But soon, Wang Cheng reacted.

"That's not right. I'm the head of the Water-Watching and Dragon-Seeking Bureau. How can I be afraid of ghosts?"

As he spoke, the fat man took out three copper coins:

"Wang Cheng, you stand back, I, Fatty, will subdue the demons!"

As he spoke, the fat man walked into the dark ward, but at this moment, the ghost actually spoke:

"What are you two doing here?"

The fat man was stunned:
"Why does this ghost have an accent, and it's so familiar?"

When the fat man was puzzled, Wang Cheng had already reacted:
"Feng Baobao, how did you find this place?"

Upon hearing this, the fat man also widened his eyes.

Sure enough, after his eyes adjusted to the darkness, the fat man saw clearly that the person sitting on the hospital bed was Feng Baobao.

"You...you...how did you get in?"

The two of them took a lot of effort to get in, but it was obvious that Feng Baobao had been here for a long time.

And, how did she find it?
The more Fatty thought about it, the more he felt that Feng Baobao was too mysterious, even a little scary.

But Feng Baobao looked at the two of them innocently:

"You two, sneaked in here without me?"

Wang Cheng smiled bitterly and sighed:

"Sister, this is not your home, you just sneaked in.

How on earth did you find this place?"

Feng Baobao did not answer, but jumped off the bed in a quirky manner, bent over with his hands behind his back, and looked at the two of them curiously:

"Such a fun thing, why don't you take me with you?"

Wang Cheng really didn't know what to say now, so he could only quickly open the fat man's backpack and take things out:

“Now that you’re here, there’s nothing I can do.

Just stay still, and don't make any noise if you see anything!"

After saying that, Wang Cheng placed the incense burner in the middle of the ward, then picked up cinnabar and drew a circle around the incense burner.

Then, Wang Cheng put the paper figure into a bent kneeling position and placed it in front of the incense burner.

The fat man placed the round-headed paper doll in the opposite direction of the paper man and tightly grasped the red rope in his hand.

Feng Baobao sat aside, holding her chin with both hands. There was no fear on her face, but she was full of curiosity about the two people's behavior.

At this moment, she was like an audience member who had bought a ticket, sitting aside and watching the show.

In comparison, Wang Cheng and the fat man looked much more serious. They looked at each other and nodded.

Wang Cheng lit three incense sticks, then began to make hand gestures and chant some strange incantations in an extremely weird tone.

"call……"

Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew up in the closed room. Then Wang Cheng patted the paper man's head and said in a low voice:
"The wronged will be punished!"

In an instant, the paper figure, which had its head lowered, raised its head as if it was really controlled by something.

However, there were no eyes drawn on the paper man’s face, which made the scene seem even more bizarre.

"Wow!"

At the same time, the fat man heard the sound of a baby crying.

But the crying sound was so eerie that it gave people goose bumps.

The next second, the red rope that was originally held in the fat man's hand suddenly became tight.

It was as if there was a force pulling hard.

At the same time, the paper doll began to crawl towards the paper man.

The paper man also wanted to find the paper doll, but it was blocked by the cinnabar and could not leave at all...

This scene made Feng Baobao's eyes widen, and she was obviously full of curiosity.
This also proves once again that Feng Baobao's way of thinking is very different from that of ordinary people.

If others saw this scene, in the dark room, the cold wind was blowing the three incense sticks, and the stars were twinkling.

A paper doll of a girl and a paper doll of a baby actually moved, and anyone who saw it would be scared to death.

But there was a gleam of curiosity in Feng Baobao's eyes, and she watched with great interest.

Look at Wang Cheng and Fatty, they are not feeling well now.

The fat man's face turned red and he held the red rope tightly in his hand, preventing the paper baby doll from getting close to the paper girl doll.

Wang Cheng's hands were shaking as he was making gestures, as if he was struggling with a force.

"Don't let them get close, hold on a little longer!"

Wang Cheng gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words. The fat man didn't forget to talk nonsense at this time:

"Stop talking so much and hurry up!"

Finally, Wang Cheng steadied his handprint, suddenly grabbed a handful of incense ash, and tapped it on the paper man's forehead.

In an instant, the paper man calmed down, stood quietly, and stopped struggling.

The baby paper figurine seemed to have lost contact and was motionless. (End of this chapter)