The ultimate master in the city

The female secretary, who was pouring hot water, was startled and almost dropped the cup.

Zhou Fengchen frowned as well. With such a dense crowd, where could a ghost come from in broad daylight? He asked Chen's father, "Did you see it?"

Mr. Chen shook his head. "No, but these past two days, I've felt dizzy and nauseous whenever I sit down. I also keep hearing people talking, saying something like... Chen Changbin is dead, Chen Changbin is dead. I can't tell if the voices are male or female."

Zhou Fengchen's chest skipped a beat. He looked around and pointed to the boss's chair behind the desk. "Is this the place?"

Mr. Chen nodded, still shaken, and said, "Yes! But... it's the same even if I change positions. I have a ton of work to do, and I can't stop working. I force myself to stay up every day, and when I get home at night, I can't eat. My legs feel weak and I feel terrible."

"I'll give it a try." Zhou Fengchen walked to the boss's chair, sat down, closed his eyes, and tried to feel it for a while, but nothing happened.

He opened his eyes, looked at his curious father and female secretary, and asked the secretary, "What about you? Are you like this too?"

The female secretary turned pale, placed the hot water next to Zhou Fengchen, and quickly shook her head, "No, I don't feel that way."

Zhou Fengchen formed a hand seal, carefully sensed it, and found no trace of yin energy. He then stood up, pointed to the chair, and said, "Come, Dad, sit down, let me take a look."

"Okay!" Mr. Chen nodded dryly, walked to the chair and sat down. After a while, he swayed slightly, patted his forehead, and said, "Son, it's here! It's here! This feeling is back."

"A feng shui murder trap? Damn it!"

Zhou Fengchen cursed loudly, feeling extremely frightened. If his father had told him two days later, he feared he would have become a dutiful son.

Mr. Chen was taken aback, but forced himself to ask, "What kind of bureau?"

"Don't ask, just sit still and bear with it."

As Zhou Fengchen spoke, he pondered the methods of breaking feng shui arrangements that he had secretly learned from his father, Zhou Daoxing, and his sister, Zhou Lingling. Standing beside Chen's father, he surveyed the office's size, muttering to himself: "Qian, Kun, Xun, Zhen, Kan, Li, Gen, Dui... Follow the four yin directions, follow the four yang directions... Observe the wind and look at the qi to find the four directions... Tables, calligraphy and paintings, mirrors, bonsai, and fish tanks!"

He frowned and walked to a fish tank in the corner. The fish tank was placed in a strange position; it was not against the wall, nor opposite the door or behind the window, but sandwiched in a corner.

There was a palm-sized, jet-black fish in the bathtub, bubbles rising from its mouth. Its head kept bumping against the glass side of the tank. There was a red circle on the outside of the glass, positioned directly opposite the boss's chair; it was drawn by something, I don't know. And there seemed to be several faint red circles nearby that had been wiped away.

Zhou Fengchen stretched out his finger and rubbed the red circle. It could be wiped off; it seemed to be some kind of powdery substance. He put it to his nose and sniffed it. It smelled terrible, a fishy smell mixed with cinnabar.

"Dad, it's ready!" Zhou Fengchen beckoned, "Come here for a second."

Mr. Chen stood up, staggered over, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Zhou Fengchen pointed to the fish tank and asked, "Who put this fish tank here?"

Mr. Chen was taken aback for a moment and said, "These are feng shui fish. I paid a feng shui master to set them up a few years ago."

Zhou Fengchen asked with a stern face, "Which feng shui master? Where is he?"

Mr. Chen said, "There was a famous feng shui master surnamed Yang, but he died of cancer last year!"

"Dead?"

Zhou Fengchen was taken aback. So this fish tank had only recently been set up and had nothing to do with that feng shui master. He pointed to the vermilion ring around the fish tank, "And this? Who drew it on?"

Mr. Chen shook his head and turned to his female secretary, asking, "Who drew these circles?"

The female secretary said, "It seems to be drawn by Jiang Xiaoli. She's acting suspiciously, drawing and erasing, erasing and drawing again. I don't know what she's up to."

"Where is Xiao Jiang?" Chen's father asked again.

The female secretary said, "I just saw her downstairs. She said she was going out to buy steamed buns, so I went to call her."

He then went out the door.

Then Chen's father asked Zhou Fengchen, "Son, is there something wrong with this fish tank?"

Zhou Fengchen remained silent, tapped the glass of the fish tank, and the ornamental fish that was "circling" inside suddenly turned around and swam away, flicking its tail to sweep away some of the sand at the bottom of the tank, revealing a piece of tin foil.

Zhou Fengchen opened the fish tank lid, reached in and took out the tin foil, shook off the water stains and saw that it was a yin-yang symbol drawn on it.

"This..." Mr. Chen was taken aback. "This wasn't available before."

Zhou Fengchen sneered, opened the fish tank lid again, and with a swift movement, pulled out the feng shui fish, asking, "Do you have scissors?"

Mr. Chen nodded, strode to the door, and called out. Soon, an employee brought over a small pair of paper cutters.

Zhou Fengchen reached out and took it, then cut into the fish's belly.

Mr. Chen still couldn't understand, "Son, what are you doing?"

"You'll understand when you see it." Zhou Fengchen felt inside the cut-open fish's belly and pulled out an embroidery needle. A piece of paper was wrapped around the needle. He opened it and saw a string of words on it: Chen Changbin is dead! Chen Changbin is dead!

Mr. Chen was startled. "This...this..."

Zhou Fengchen pointed to the boss's chair, "Try sitting here again."

Mr. Chen nodded, plopped down on the chair, waited a while, then looked up and said, "That feeling is gone."

Zhou Fengchen wrapped the Bagua foil, the dead fish, the steel needles, and the note together and threw them into the trash can. He then explained, "Someone wants to harm you. This is a feng shui murder trap. It uses feng shui externally and contains Bagua internally. A silver needle is placed in the fish's belly as a curse. Cinnabar and fish food rings are drawn outside the fish tank, all aimed at you. Every time the fish bumps into the rings, you'll feel dizzy. Every time the fish blows bubbles, you'll hear someone talking—saying the words on the note. In three more days, you'll definitely die!"

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Mr. Chen's face turned deathly pale, and he stammered, unable to speak.

Zhou Fengchen asked, "Who is Jiang Xiaoli?"

Mr. Chen said, "A female secretary, she's been working for me for two or three years, she's usually quite nice, what's wrong? She..."

"You've been doing this for two or three years?" Zhou Fengchen shook his head. "Don't make a sound later. Let me take a look first. No matter what I do, you must cooperate."

"good!"

……

Not long after, the female secretary returned, followed by a girl.

Zhou Fengchen took a look and realized, what a coincidence! A girl with a wet bottom!

Two female secretaries entered the office. Jiang Xiaoli, the girl with the wet bottom, looked extremely unpleasant. She must have learned about "Cinnabar Circle" on the way. She glanced at the fish tank a few times, called out "President Chen," and then said to Zhou Fengchen, "I'm sorry, Young... Young Master."

Then his eyes still secretly drifted towards the fish tank.

Remembering Zhou Fengchen's words, Chen's father remained silent. Zhou Fengchen, however, quietly opened his Heavenly Eye to look, but found nothing unusual. Observing her spirit and energy, he found her to be ordinary, unlike someone who was an expert in these areas.

Given that she had been working for her father for several years, and her father only recently got into trouble, there's only one explanation—this woman was being used.

Although this situation is terrifying, it's actually quite simple once you have all the necessary items and follow the instructions.

There are only two ways to find out who's behind this: coercion and surveillance.

So, Zhou Fengchen coughed, went up to Jiang Xiaoli, and without asking about the fish tank, slapped her across the face.

Snapped!

Jiang Xiaoli staggered from the blow, and five clear finger marks appeared on her face.

Mr. Chen and the other female secretary were stunned on the spot. Why did they start fighting?

Jiang Xiaoli was also stunned, covering her face and looking at Zhou Fengchen in disbelief.

Zhou Fengchen shook his head and chuckled, then *smack* delivered another slap. "Damn it!"

Chen's father was stunned for a moment, looking at this and that, forgetting to say anything, he came over and pulled Zhou Fengchen, "A-Zhi, why are you hitting a woman?"

Another female secretary came over to persuade him, "Young master, let it go!"

"Get out of my way!" Zhou Fengchen sneered, grabbed Jiang Xiaoli's hair as she cried, dragged her out the door, and, facing the whispering and glancing eyes of dozens of employees, kicked her again. "You bitch! Trying to be tough with me!"

Jiang Xiaoli also lost her temper. She lay on the ground, crying and shouting, "Why did you hit me? Just because you're the boss's son doesn't mean you're so great!"

"So what if I'm so great?" Zhou Fengchen chuckled, pointing outside: "Get lost! You got fired?"

Jiang Xiaoli was stunned, and a group of employees stared blankly, no one daring to speak.

"Get out of here!" Zhou Fengchen shouted, turning around to ask, "Dad, how much does she charge a month?"

Mr. Chen was completely flustered. He exclaimed twice, "Hey, hey, how much is Accountant Zhang's salary this month?"

A female employee nearby quickly turned on her computer and checked, "113,000."

"Wait here!" Zhou Fengchen walked into the office, pulled a wad of cash from his father's briefcase—more than thirteen thousand yuan—and slammed it onto Jiang Xiaoli's forehead. "Take the money and get out! Now! Immediately!"

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