Feng Chunsheng looked at the photos and frowned, "You see clearly and speak again, okay? What's so weird about it?"

The photo was taken in front of the villa.

Next to a row of people, there was a big tree. In the lines of the tree, appeared a ghostly face, which laughed at the group of people.

Feng Chunsheng said this ghost face was, in fact, Han Zaishi's. If we'd found it before we found her, it would have been strange, but now, not so much. This face was Han Zaishi.

I shook my head and said, "It's not the tree; there are two men. Can you see them clearly?"

"Ah?"

Feng Chunsheng lowered his head. He looked at the photo, and found that in the picture there were indeed two men. Seven or eight women, and two men.

The two men were dressed in suits and we were able to see the badges on their suits, but still could not see their faces clearly.

"Who are these two men?" He said.

I shook my head and said, "I don't know."

"There's something stranger than their faces," he said. "Look at their hands ..."

I picked up the photo and found that the two men were holding something with a red string coming out of it.

"What is this?" I asked Feng Chunsheng.

He said, "That thing, I guess it's meant to restraint ghosts. The two men were clever; they used that red string charm to protect themselves, but all those women were left at the ghosts' mercy. What a scheme!"

I listened to him, and understood a truth. The heart really can't be seen through.

I said, "Brother Chun, I intend to help Liao Min."

He immediately became angry, loudly roaring, "Are you stupid? Or crazy? How many ghost houses have they sold? The commission were enough to buy a school district house and BMW X5. How many ghosts did they rile up, and you still want to help? Are you nuts?"

I clenched my fists and said, "If this was just Liao Min and Xiao Hong's thing, I absolutely wouldn't help, but there is Mimi. Mimi is a good woman and I want her to live."

"Mimi?"

In fact, Feng Chunsheng had been listening to me speak about Mimi, that although she was a hooker, she used her money to support poor children's studies. She was a very admirable person.

The two of us sat silently.

When I finished smoking, I mercilessly put out the cigarette butt on the ground: "I must intervene. We'll find Chen Yuhao to help."

Chen Yuhao was a man who could suppress 'nine dragons pull coffin'. If we got him to help, he would be absolutely reliable.

He thought for a moment and sneered, "Do you think he will help with this matter?"

All the air blew out of me. This person was cold. He might not help us.

However, I thought for a while, and said excitedly, "I feel he will help us."

"Are you sure?" He asked me.

I said, "Of course. Don't forget, he once gave me a deposit, 'the room skills all around the world are from the five elements theory'."

"Yes." Feng Chunsheng nodded and said there was indeed such a thing.

I said it might be about ghost houses.

"Oh." He listened, gave me a thumbs up and said, "Shui, you are clever. This house means construction. A house is divided into metal, wood, water, fire and earth, whether building a small house or a palace."

He said that the foundation belongs to earth, the water pipes belongs to water, the frame belongs to wood, the wall belongs to metal, and the stove belongs to fire.

The room skills all around the world are from the five elements theory.

But a ghost house was not of the five elements. Because of the dead soul, the stove was cold, the walls were dirty, the beams were worn, the water pipes didn't have water, and the foundation was not stable. The five elements were disordered.

By showing that note, Chen Yuhao, in fact, wanted to tell us that he would help us with ghost houses.

But how could he have predicted that we would meddle in these things?

Feng Chunsheng sighed: "Because his ability is unfathomable."

He looked at me and said, "Has he urged you to change the pattern recently?"

"No," I said.

Feng Chunsheng slapped his thigh, "That's right. Why find you if he knew we want to find him? He knew that we would intervene with this ghost House matter. What is he?"

"Whatever the hell he is, it's OK if he's willing to intervene." I was a little excited.

He said coldly, "Don't celebrate too early. Whether or not Chen Yuhao will help us settle the thing with the ghost houses will depend on you thinking up a plan."

I frowned and said I'll go home first. Tomorrow Chen Yuhao would come, so I had to go back to think about the plan.

"OK. Go home." He said.

......

When I went home, I first wanted to give Mimi a phone call, and wanted to ask about Xiao and the Hong the ghost houses. I thought for a long time, but in the end I did not phone her. I didn't want to frighten her.

I asked Mimi some things about Xiao Hong on WeChat.

Four years ago, Xiao Hong carried off the one hundred and fifty thousand, abandoned her son, and followed her lover to Shanghai.

They were profligate in Shanghai, and in just half a year, had spent all the money.

When she had no money, that man immediately ran away, and finally she came back.

When she came back, she was ashamed. She worked as a prostitute, was pulled into the real estate business, finally collided with the weasel, and died.

But Xiao Hong had a little conscience. When she first encountered the strange things, she had a premonition, so she found a notary and wrote a will saying that, if she died, her school district house was her son's.

It was the last contribution of Xiao Hong.

After I chatted with Mimi, I sent her off to sleep. I had tattoo work to do tomorrow.

In fact, after I turned off the mobile phone, I did not sleep. I looked at the ceiling, and thought of what Liu the Sixth had said. 'Some human natures I do not understand, even though I have lived this long'.

Who said it was not so? A person was sometimes good, sometimes bad.

The next morning, I took a pen and a book, went to the tattoo room, and continued to think about how to help Chen Yuhao change the pattern.

I really couldn't change 'nine dragons pull coffin' into Yi Ji, but if I did not change it well, he would not help me with my other problem, which was even more difficult.

I was lying in the tattoo room, thinking about how to deal with it.

At ten o'clock in the morning, I felt I vaguely had some ideas, but I couldn't quite grasp it. Then the door of tattoo room opened.

"Brother Chun, if you help me take care of some business first, I'll continue to change the pattern."

"Brother, I hear you can do Yin and Yang Tattoos?" A strange voice passed through my ears.

I looked up and saw that the one who came in was not Feng Chunsheng, but a forty-year-old middle-aged man.

He was black, had a square face, and wore a suit, but the suit was wrinkled, and there was a lot of dirt on his leather shoes.

I asked him: "Yo, man, you want to get a Yin and Yang Tattoo?"

"Yes." The man said, "Li Xiangbo knows me. I drank with him yesterday. I told him my problem, and he advised me to find you."

Li Xiangbo was cured by me the day before yesterday. On the same night he spread the news everywhere and brought more than ten patient friends to see me. However, I did not see them. It was estimated that more than ten of the patients tore down his arm.

Did Li Xiangbo send me another patient with impotence for me to cure?

But this time I obviously misunderstood.

The black man said he did some small projects in the city, such as public toilets, flower beds, playgrounds and so on.

He was a small boss, made some hard-earned money, and of course, made a lot of money indeed.

His name was Qi Long, from Xinyang, Henan, and he could endure hardship.

I asked him, "You came me to get a Yin and Yang Tattoo, so what happened to you? Some evil thing?"

"Yes," He said.

I thought about it and asked him: "What's the matter?"

He told me that he had been driving smoothly all the time in the past two years. When driving a lot, he felt like he was not in control of the steering wheel, like someone else was grabbing it.

"For example?" I said.

He said, "Last time I was on the expressway, there was a big truck ahead, so I tried to overtake it, but my steering wheel suddenly moved a bit, as if someone else jerked it, but it was only me in the car. Luckily I had a quick reaction and pulled back, otherwise I guess I would have died."

Then he said: "Often, when driving, the steering wheel would move on its own. Several times it almost caused have an accident."

He said he felt something was wrong and drove to the garage to have it repaired.

The mechanic inspected it five separate times and told him the car was fine, the steering wheel should not move by itself.

But when he drove, he still felt like someone was grabbing the steering wheel from him.

"That's strange." I said, holding my cheek.

He said there was something strange. He handed me a cell phone with a video in it, and said it was a video he secretly filmed through the car's skylight with his camera.

I watched it carefully.

It was very weird.

It was night, but I could see the steering wheel inside by the light of the street lamps. It moved by itself, first left, and then right.

Then, I could also see the pendant hanging from the rear-view mirror move as well. It wasn't blown about by wind, but, moved up and down.

I also saw that the passenger seat of the car was sunken.

I almost subconsciously said to him, "There is a fierce soul in your car."

Then I asked him: "Did you ever run over anyone?"