Day and night tour

Chapter 17 Patient
Yu Zhengyuan was still chattering.

"In the lotus pond, there is a stone Buddha, almost as tall as the roof beam. When I went to see Mr. Dai, he had already finished worshipping the Buddha. He finished his Buddhist lessons so early, so he is definitely pious."

Mr. Dai exhaled a puff of cigarette and said with a smile, "It's also a coincidence. I happened to get up early today. You just came into the house and I just washed off my sweat. It's very hot right now, and worshiping Buddha can make you sweat... If it were a normal day, you would probably have to wait outside for an extra hour."

"Mr. Dai, look at what you said. It is my blessing to be able to wait for you."

Zhou Xuan was annoyed by Yu Zhengyuan's non-stop chatter.

Big Brother,

Did you know that you had a close call with hell?
When Mr. Dai washed his body, he was not really washing away the smelly sweat produced during the time of worshiping Buddha, but rather washing away the blood on his body after killing someone.

Blood is thick and once it gets on someone, the smell is persistent. Even if you rinse it thoroughly, a little bit of the smell will remain.

As for who Mr. Dai killed?

It’s the “Qinglian” who jumped into another channel.

Qinglian wrote the last entry in Zhou Xuan's notebook just a few minutes before Yu Zhengyuan and Mr. Dai left Dai's house.

According to the route in Dai's mansion, Zhou Xuan estimated that Mr. Dai had just "dealt with" Qinglian before Yu Zhengyuan entered the lotus pond.

If Yu Zhengyuan had entered Dai's mansion a little earlier and caught Mr. Dai doing his "good deed", Mr. Dai would have cut off the head of the eldest senior brother in order to conceal his tracks.

Even though the eldest brother is taller and younger, if they really come to a fight, he is definitely no match for Mr. Dai.

The reason why Zhou Xuan made such an inference is related to the ingredients of "Qinglian".

If Qinglian was alive when she was murdered, her soul would never have left her body, let alone wander into the car and write on Zhou Xuan's notebook.

But if Qinglian was simply a ghost, the smell of blood on Mr. Dai's body could not be explained.

Qinglian is neither a living person nor an evil ghost, so what could she be?
Corpse!

Zhou Xuan guessed that the blood-stained body that Mr. Dai dealt with was the body of "Qinglian".

And he dealt with the corpse in order to kill Qinglian's soul!

It sounds strange.
Once the soul leaves the body, it has little connection with the corpse.

The soul is the soul,
A corpse is a corpse.
Two things that flow out of a person's body.

By dealing with the corpse, the ghosts that have wandered outside the Dai Mansion can be killed at the same time - this method is not something that ordinary people can do.

Mr. Dai must be a ruthless man with great skills, not an ordinary person.

Yu Zhengyuan is far from being his opponent.

Come to think of it, it was good luck. If he hadn't drunk that bowl of tofu pudding on the way, Yu Zhengyuan would have entered Dai's house earlier, and then...

Big brother, your life is saved by tofu pudding!

……

It was still four or five miles to the Corridor Bridge.

Mr. Dai and Yu Zhengyuan got along better and better as they talked - who doesn't like chatting with someone who's crazy about praising them?
Mr. Dai was getting more and more excited, and he was so excited that he almost rolled down the window and flew out. But in the blink of an eye, he suddenly became dispirited.

His body tilted and he felt weak.

Mr. Dai seemed to be using his last bit of energy to give Yu Zhengyuan instructions.

"Xiao Yu, I got up too early today and I feel a little tired now. I'll take a nap first."

After saying that, he closed his eyes.

Yu Zhengyuan knew how to handle things. He asked Zhou Xuan to brake the car, took out a silk quilt from the trunk, and gently covered Mr. Dai's lower abdomen with it.

Look,

You can sleep anywhere.

But covering the belly button is the last stubbornness of the Chinese people.

The car started again. Yu Zhengyuan was also tired. His brain was tired. He was racking his brains to think of words with an extremely high intensity.

"Xiao Xuan, just follow this road and keep driving. When you see the stone bridge, you've arrived. I'll lie down for a while."

"Yeah." Zhou Xuan agreed, thinking that his ears were finally quiet.

Along the way, Mr. Dai really loves to brag and show off, and he doesn't brag directly, but has to beat around the bush.

Yu Zhengyuan followed suit and tried to find an angle to praise him blindly, which was vulgar! These two people really annoyed Zhou Xuan.

Although he let it go in one ear and out the other, the conversation between the two of them just blanched in water in his mind, but there was a taste in the blanched water.

Mental pollution takes time to heal.

But obviously, Yu Zhengyuan didn't want to give it time. As soon as he closed his eyes, he started snoring.

That noise, rumbling, rumbling,
Zhou Xuan wanted to wake him up, partly because he thought it was noisy, but mainly because he was afraid that his snoring would hurt his diaphragm.

"It's so hard to be quiet for a while."

Zhou Xuan reached into the car door, took out a box of "old knives", pulled out a knife and lit it.

Every cigarette of Laodao brand hides a piece of thought - Lu Xun.

"call!"

Zhou Xuan exhaled the smoke and felt much better. However, when he was flicking the ash outside the car, he inadvertently glanced at the rearview mirror and saw Mr. Dai's hand moving.

This old calf,
Not asleep,

Pretending to sleep?

Zhou Xuan secretly complained, and at this moment, Mr. Dai's distorted face in the rearview mirror attracted his attention.

Twisted, cold sweat on forehead, twitching ears,

Many symptoms,

Zhou Xuan was very familiar with it.

White noise!
Zhou Xuan was certain that Mr. Dai was also troubled by the white noise.

This is like some patients who suffer from diabetes and rheumatoid arthritis for many years. When they go out, they can tell who their fellow patients are from the strangers' gait and mental state at a glance.

When patients meet each other, the most popular thing they want to do is to discuss their condition.

I was afraid that I had met a quack doctor and the treatment plan he gave was biased.

But the patient is Mr. Dai,
A ruthless man who has just been stained with blood,
Communicating with such people is like trying to get the skin of a tiger.

Secretly observe,

Pay close attention.

Zhou Xuan was very cautious.
Just as he diverted some of his attention to look at Mr. Dai with a distorted and hideous face.

Mr. Dai suddenly opened his eyes, his expression returned to being kind, and he became alert again, staring at Zhou Xuan's eyes in the rearview mirror.

Two pairs of eyes met in a narrow mirror.

Even though Zhou Xuan was thick-skinned, he was still a little embarrassed, but he didn't intend to hide it and took the initiative to attack.

"Mr. Dai, were you feeling unwell just now?"

"It's an old problem. I get tired easily. When I'm tired, my heart beats faster and my vision becomes blurry. I'll be fine after a little rest. But you..."

"I……"

Mr. Dai took out a well-made wallet from his pocket, opened it, took out a business card and handed it to Zhou Xuan: "Go see her in the next two days. She may have some ideas about your illness."

"I'm sick? I'm not sick. I'm in good health."

"Have you been hearing...strange mumblings a lot lately?"

hum.

Zhou Xuan only felt a current running through his body, and his body felt numb wherever it passed.

If he judged that Mr. Dai was troubled by white noise, it was through the physical symptoms he experienced when he was ill.

So what did Mr. Dai rely on to determine that Zhou Xuan had the same problem?
“I’m not sick either.”

Zhou Xuan muttered to himself, suspecting that Mr. Dai was deceiving him. Why was he deceiving him and what was his motive?
He didn't think about it and almost subconsciously rejected Mr. Dai: "Strange whispers? I haven't heard it..."

Ha ha,

Mr. Dai smiled and stopped arguing with Zhou Xuan. He put his business card in the door and said, "Young man, if you are sick, you should see a doctor early. If you miss the treatment, you will regret it... Have we reached the corridor bridge?"

(End of this chapter)