Chapter 19 The Truth

The matter, at this point, was clear: Old Sun's son was indeed being haunted by something dirty.

The cause and effect had also been sorted out; now, it was just a matter of following the clues to resolve it.

Old Sun was both afraid and angry at this moment. Although he kept cursing the fellow who had harmed his son, in reality, he also felt a great deal of guilt about the matter.

Humans aren't plants; how could they be without feelings?

However, he still had to protect his son, so after the old Taoist made his request, Old Sun immediately agreed to get into the old Taoist's car, leading Zhou Ze and the old Taoist to the Zheng family.

The white lanterns at the entrance of the Zheng family hadn't been taken down yet. This matter hadn't been completely resolved. The Zheng family wanted an explanation, while the local town government wanted to pacify the situation.

With such a big thing happening, aside from a few posts on the Haobin Forum of Tongcheng, the real reporters seemed to have completely lost their keen sense of smell at this time.

Looking at the sky,

Looking at the sky,

Still looking at the sky.

"Why was it that there was a team of urban management officers that went down that time, and everyone else was fine, but my son was the one who got entangled by him?"

Sitting in the car, Old Sun couldn't help but ask.

The Chinese have always valued equality over scarcity. Whether it's good or bad things, the same principle applies. Old Sun felt wronged. Clearly, there was more than just his son going down to the countryside to inspect and fine that day. How come everyone else was fine?

His son wasn't even considered a leader. It was only because his family had pulled a lot of strings and spent a lot of money the year before that he was able to get into the urban management team. For a rural family, it was already considered a significant cost to obtain a "respectable" job in their eyes.

Zhou Ze smiled, reached his hand out of the car window to flick off the ash from his cigarette, and said:

"Perhaps it's because your house is the closest."

"............" Old Sun was speechless.

Boss Zhou wasn't joking; he was just stating a fact.

Even Heaven couldn't sort out the muddled accounts of "debts have debtors, grievances have avengers," so don't force those vengeful souls who crave revenge after death.

In his past life, Zhou Ze also believed in things like "evil people will be punished by Heaven."

In this life, having seen more, he suddenly felt that it wasn't really the case.

Farmers would imagine that the emperor could eat twenty pancakes every day; this might indeed be a joke.

But the emperor's son and the farmer's son were actually the same; they would both fight and quarrel fiercely over the division of the family's "ancestral property."

In essence, it was still the same plot, just with different skins, continuing to be staged on different stages.

"Alright, Old Sun, you can go back now."

Zhou Ze spoke again.

Old Sun was stunned for a moment, clearly not expecting Zhou Ze to let him go back so soon. It wasn't that he wanted to watch some ghost-catching drama; of course, he was definitely curious.

But he still wanted to see Zhou Ze resolve this... that... that dirty thing with his own eyes so that he could feel at ease.

Seeing Old Sun hesitating to get out of the car, the old Taoist immediately scolded:

"What we're going to do later isn't suitable for a blood relative like you to be here. Do you want him to go crazy and kill your son directly? If you want your son to be well, then listen to us!"

What kind of people hadn't the old Taoist seen?

How to handle them was part of the old Taoist's survival philosophy.

Don't look at those funeral arrangers with their eloquent words; who knows, sometimes saying the wrong thing or breaking some taboo could result in you getting beaten up by the family without any recourse.

"Okay, okay, I'll go, I'll go. Then I'll have to trouble you, Master, and trouble Brother Lu!"

Old Sun put his hands together and bowed to Zhou Ze and the old Taoist, then immediately got out of the car and ran towards his own place without looking back. He was really running, not walking.

At this time, the old Taoist pretended to be very experienced and asked Zhou Ze:

"Boss, are we going to go in and catch that guy's soul later? I think he's quite pitiful too. Actually, we can reason with him. It's true that he was wrong to burn straw, but we can also try to get his family a little more..."

Zhou Ze shook his head and said, "The problem isn't here."

"Huh?"

The old Taoist scratched his head, almost knocking off his wig, but he didn't think the boss would be mistaken. He could only say that perhaps there really was a problem with the originally established relationship.

Zhou Ze had indeed come to the conclusion after observing. The Zheng family was definitely shrouded in sorrow, but there was no vortex of resentment and baleful aura gathered above.

The car was parked here, and he had seen the Zheng family members going in and out several times, but he hadn't seen anything wrong with them.

In the ordinary sense, this was almost impossible.

Yin-yang practitioners have always had this saying: the ancestors' graves must be in a good location. If the location is good, it can bless the descendants with smooth careers.

But if the graves aren't in a good location, destroying the feng shui is secondary. If the ancestors' corpses turn into zombies, the zombies will instinctively "advance" towards the location where their blood relatives are calling out to them.

This is the origin of the so-called theory that zombies must first kill their blood relatives.

It's not that they become unrecognizable once they turn into zombies, or that they hate those they once loved even more; they are simply following an instinct.

The concept of "home" isn't just for the living.

It's just that when zombies return home, the way they express "love," as well as their nature, is like how cats express affection by rubbing against you and dogs express affection by licking you. Zombies' love... might not be something that ordinary people can really handle.

He loves you, so he chooses to eat you first.

Ghosts are the same.

Moreover, the situation in Old Sun's son's house proved that the thing had already taken shape, and in such close proximity, it was impossible for it not to return home.

If he was still clear that returning home now would be bad for his family, so he deliberately didn't come back,

Then congratulations, you've leveled up directly, transcending the level of a vengeful ghost and approaching the level of a ghost king, but this was obviously impossible.

Therefore, to sum it up, the conclusion was that the person who committed suicide hadn't turned into a vengeful ghost to take revenge.

At this moment, a couple walked out of the Zheng family's entrance.

The man's face was filled with grief and indignation, while the woman's expression was indifferent.

These should be relatives who came to visit.

The couple walked past Zhou Ze's car.

The man took out a cigarette, touched his pocket, and deliberately turned his head to Zhou Ze sitting in the car and said:

"Brother, can I borrow a light?"

Zhou Ze nodded and handed him the lighter.

The man smiled and thanked him, lit his cigarette, and then continued walking with his wife.

The corners of Zhou Ze's mouth suddenly revealed a smile.

He subconsciously turned his head to look at the old Taoist sitting beside him.

The old Taoist was a little confused because the deep meaning in the boss's eyes was really hard to understand.

Zhou Ze pressed the windshield wipers to wash the windshield, then the car turned around on the rural cement road that only had "one-way traffic," and slowly followed in the direction that the man and woman had gone.

"Boss, there's definitely something wrong with that couple!"

The old Taoist forcefully jumped on the bandwagon.

"They don't have any problems."

A bucket of cold water was poured down again.

The old Taoist simply took off his wig, took out a wet wipe from the car drawer in front of the passenger seat, and wiped his scalp.

The convenience of not having hair is something that ordinary people can't imagine, especially in the daily activity of washing hair.

Zhou Ze added, "But there should be something wrong around them."

Things were starting to get more and more interesting.

............

"Honey, didn't you bring a lighter? Why did you borrow one from someone else?"

"I was worried that the car belonged to the police station."

"What would the police station be doing here?"

"Staring, afraid of trouble."

"Is it?"

"It shouldn't be. The guy sitting in the passenger seat is so old; how could he be a policeman?"

"Oh, honey, you're so smart."

"Alright, you go home first; I'll go wander around over there."

"Honey, where are you going?"

"I'll just wander around. Be good, you go home first."

The young woman went home by herself, while the man turned onto the field ridge.

Zhou Ze also stopped the car, got out of the car with the old Taoist, and followed.

The old Taoist was still dodging left and right. Since it was stalking, naturally he had to look like he was stalking. Although he hadn't practiced any specialized stalking techniques, he had seen a lot on TV!

It's just that his boss was continuing to walk behind the other person openly, as if nothing was wrong.

"This............"

Finally,

Zhou Ze really couldn't stand it anymore. The old Taoist was hiding behind trees in front, squatting behind stones on the left, pressing down in the ditch, and scurrying around. Zhou Ze felt tired just watching him. He said directly:

"I've used baleful aura to conceal our tracks; he can't see us."

"............" Old Taoist was speechless.

Like this,

They continued to stalk openly.

The man walked through half a field and came to a pond. Here, there was a small two-story villa.

A miniature two-story villa, like the sand table used when developing real estate.

These days, simple graves were no longer able to meet people's material needs. Many things also emphasized keeping up with the times.

The man found an oil paper package under a tree, took out incense and candles from it, lit them, and then knelt down.

"These are the addresses and names of two more urban management officers that I asked about today. I'll burn them to you now, please uphold justice for the people and redress their grievances!"

After saying that,

The man kowtowed repeatedly to the grave in front of him,

His expression was sincere and serious,

Like Bao Qingtian (Judge Bao) reborn to plead for the people.

What the man didn't realize was that

The two-story building in front of him, which was incredibly magical and efficacious in his heart,

Was actually shaking slightly,

As if sensing a terrible aura and trembling.

The man continued to kneel and worship.

Zhou Ze and the old Taoist were getting closer and closer, almost standing behind the man.

The man was completely unaware and continued to kneel and worship.

Zhou Ze also squatted down, squatting next to the man. Because of the baleful aura surrounding them, the man still didn't notice.

Boss Zhou tilted his body slightly, tilted his head, looked at the two-story miniature villa in front of him, and said softly:

"Found it."

A woman's scream suddenly came from inside the two-story miniature villa:

"No, you've got the wrong person!"

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I haven't been feeling well these past few days, and the quality of my rest has been extremely poor. The updates these past few days have been a bit lacking. It's not that I didn't want to ask for leave, but sometimes I was in a daze, and the day just passed by confusedly. I didn't even have time to ask for leave. I apologize to everyone here.

In addition, the little clever ghosts in the comments section of this chapter will be returning tomorrow. I really missed you all.