Qingye Supernatural Office

Chen Yihan naturally thought of the things I could think of.

It's just that Chen Yihan's identity is the chief of the police station. On the surface, the three cases are all accidents. According to normal procedures, the police station can't take any coercive measures against Liu Xiangqian.In fact, even if the police station arrested Liu Xiangqian, they would only lock him up for a while.In a society ruled by law, it is impossible to use torture to extort confessions in ancient times, and it is even more impossible to threaten people like Ye Qing, or simply kill others to make an example.

Chen Xiaoqiu was very helpless about this, and from what she said, Chen Yihan was probably also in a dilemma.

"What will happen if people continue to die like this?" Guo Yujie asked.

A few of us imagined it and found that our imagination was really barren.

"The hotel is closed, and the construction must be stopped." The fat man said nonsense.

I spread my hands, expressing that I couldn't imagine it.

"Another place might be deserted, but that's Binjiang Avenue..." the fat man continued.

Minqing City has high land prices and housing prices, but even in the city center, there are places that are left unused.Most of those land and houses were forced to go unused because of property rights or company management.

Riverside Avenue is another story.The commercial street, full of tall buildings, is still a scenic spot.No matter what, the municipal government could not leave a building on Binjiang Avenue deserted.

But what the government will do, we small civil servants really can't guess.

I looked at the thin man who had been silent all this time, "Are your eyelids still twitching?"

The thin man looked sluggish and yawned, "No, I just slept late last night."

"Insomnia?" Guo Yujie sneered, "For 200 yuan, are you still afraid?"

The thin man rolled his eyes, "Swiping the game. The game was interrupted for a few days because of Wang Yijun's incident. Brother Qi solved that thing, so I can't make it up?"

My eyelids started to twitch.

The fat man suddenly realized, "No wonder you are flustered and your eyelids are twitching. Is it because you stayed up late?"

The thin man was startled, and slapped his thigh, "I see!"

MDZZ!I cursed secretly in my heart.

"MDZZ!" Guo Yujie scolded directly.

The thin man looked embarrassed and cleared his throat, "Then what, has work started today? How many other businesses are there?"

The five of us continued to work in two groups.

The thin man was still not in good spirits because of staying up late, but he found the root cause of the matter, and his mood became lighter, but he still had a little pain in the 200 yuan.

We arrived at the home of another property owner. We rang the doorbell for a long time, but no one answered.

"What's going on? No one at home?" The thin man muttered.

I took out my mobile phone, compared the information registered on the form, and called someone.

"Did you forget? I contacted you last week, but no one answered the call yesterday." The fat man said.

We usually contact one week in advance, make an appointment, and confirm again the day before.

Yuan Zhiyi, the property owner, we called yesterday, but we couldn't get in touch.

I'm calling now, but still no one answers, it seems that something really happened.

"Forget it, let's go." I hung up the phone.

"I'll catch up on sleep in the car." The thin man was rather happy.

"Who are you looking for?" An old lady came over with something.

Fatty and I hurriedly made way for her.

"Auntie, we are looking for the Yuan family on the fifth floor." I replied.

The old lady fumbled for the key.

The fat man took the initiative to help carry the things.They are all biscuits, snacks and drinks bought in the supermarket, probably for the children at home.

"Old Yuan on the fifth floor. He was picked up by his daughter-in-law to hold a memorial service." The old lady opened the iron door downstairs and took something from the fat man, "Are you guys from the demolition office? Old Yuan said it last week. Well, it’s going to be hard for you to talk to him about demolition.”

"How many days will the memorial service be held?" I asked in surprise.

Are you going abroad?

"That's not true." The old lady glanced at us, "It was his son who died, and he was the only one. Do you think he is willing to talk about demolition now?"

I am dumbfounded.

It's really inappropriate to talk about demolition when such a big event happened in someone's house.

The old lady closed the iron door and went upstairs with her things.

"This company will contact you tomorrow, and then we'll see the situation. It may be the last one." I scanned the list of forms and said.

Fat and thin people have no objection.

Skinny's sleep-replenishment plan unfortunately failed.

Chen Xiaoqiu called and said that someone was causing trouble in the sixth village of Gongnong, and it was aimed at Qingye.

I was shocked when I heard it, "Could it be someone from the Gyeongju Manufacturing Bureau?"

"No, it's the former resident. He's crying at the gate of Qingye. He's quite old and refuses to leave. No one can do anything. Come and have a look. Maybe you need to open the door." Chen Xiaoqiu said.

I get it.This is the disappearance of people who don't believe in Aoba.

I talked to the fat man, and while the skinny man sighed annoyed, the car drove all the way to the sixth village of Gongnong.

The six villages of workers and peasants have been quite peaceful recently, I think the "recent" that Ye Qing warned before should have passed.

When we got to Building No. [-], we saw a lot of people, and the building became even more lively.

"What's going on?" As soon as I entered the building, I heard crying from above, and casually asked the aunts and mothers in the building watching the fun.

"I heard that my son died. I need someone to ask me." A middle-aged woman answered my question.

I find this answer amazing.

"Probably stimulated." Another person gestured his head.

The three of us went upstairs and found that there were people at home. Now we all came out to watch the fun, but we didn't go up.

Further up, I found out that the reason they didn't go up was because the fifth and sixth floors were already crowded with people. Many people looked like they were together, all wearing black armbands, and some were wiping their tears.

The cries became louder, and there were chaotic voices of persuasion.

I yelled "Excuse me" and "Give way", and finally squeezed up to the sixth floor.

Fat people are worse, they are big and not easy to squeeze in.The thin man and I went up, but he was still standing on the fifth floor, looking up at us eagerly.

I waved to him and told him not to come up.

As soon as I made this movement, my hands froze in mid-air.

On the corridor on the sixth floor, an old man sat at the door of the Qingye Spiritual Office, beating his chest and crying bitterly. Among the people around him, some cried along with him, and some bent over to persuade him.Director Mao and Guo Yujie were beside him, while Chen Xiaoqiu stood a little further away.

Chen Xiaoqiu saw us first and was about to speak, but after seeing something wrong with me, he turned his head to look at the old man.

The thin man asked nervously, "Brother Qi, what's the matter?"

I saw a figure floating beside the old man.

It was a middle-aged man, no doubt a ghost, maybe that was why the old man was crying.His sternum was sunken, as if he had been hit hard, and this should be the cause of his death.

His mind was very clear, even when my thin man went upstairs, he turned his head and met my eyes.

I didn't expect to see a ghost here, and my reaction was a bit slow, which made him realize that I could see him.

He opened his mouth, but he coughed up blood and couldn't speak.He smiled wryly, stained with the blood he spit out, and wrote two words on the wall next to him - please.

He looked at me pleadingly, and then at the old man sitting on the ground crying bitterly, the meaning he wanted to express was very clear.