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But now that all the roads are blocked and we're back at Monica's house, we're all looking at different information and trying to figure out a clue but we can't.

I set fire to the A4 paper I'd seen so many times and threw it into the kitchen sink. I turned on the tap and washed the ashes down the drain. He was afraid that he would implicate Zhao Shengkui, so the useless information would be destroyed immediately.

Just as I was watching those small black pieces disappear into the air, I suddenly heard Monica calling me and Manager Qian.

"Look, there's something wrong with this picture," Monica said, pointing to the picture on the monitor.

I looked closer and saw that it was copied from a few days ago. It was a peasant house and had been demolished into a high-class district. It didn't look any different. They were the most common two-story buildings in the Jiang and Zhe regions. The exterior of the buildings were painted gray or white.

"Nothing is different!" Manager Qian and I could not see the difference.

"No, take a good look at this one," Monica said with certainty, as she enlarged the photo for us to see.

"There really isn't anything different. Aside from the outside that looks a little new, it's a lot cleaner." I also stood on Manager Qian's side.

Monica pursed her rosy lips, her face a mask of contempt for men's IQ, and then she opened a series of photographs of the house, which, according to the time they were shown, had been taken in different years.

"You see, this is a picture of the summer four years ago, and this is the new building. This was a picture from two years ago, when the house was about to be demolished. The outside of the building was still as clean as if it had just been painted. Who would spend money on renovating the house they were moving to? Isn't that suspicious? " Monica sounds reasonable.

"There is information on all the evictions. What is the name of the family's owner?" Manager Qian took the A4 paper that was full of words from the printer in the living room and quickly ran back.

"It is called Chao Liangdong, a county resident of Chao County, Anhui Province. He had been doing business in Hangzhou for many years, and according to the information, he strongly objected to the demolition. However, while he was away doing business, the demolition team took advantage of the time when he was out of town to demolish the house and later got a compensation. " Manager Qian read through all the information related to the owner of the house in one breath. Then he said, "He himself and his family are fine. There should be no more reprisals, don't you think? "

I ignored them, lost in memories, only because I thought the last name might have triggered some sort of memory. Suddenly I shouted, "I remember now, it's Nestle."

Monica and Manager Qian were both startled by my actions and asked in unison, "That person's surname is Nest, what do you mean by 'Nest'?"

I explained, "It's like this. When I was young, I sometimes got tired from martial arts practice. Chat with Elder Bai, he told me a lot of Chinese folk strange things. There were many large clans in ancient China, such as Suiren, Fuxi, Nuwa, Shennong, Xuan-Yuan, and so on. This was also one of them, as well as the ancestor of the Elder Bai, the Bai Ze Clan. In ancient times, those who were referred to as a certain clan would have done a great service and would have been rewarded with the Yellow Emperor's figure-name reward.

For example, the Bai family caught ghosts and killed demons to keep the people safe; the Suiren taught the people to drill wood and make fire; the Fuxi taught people to count and invent musical instruments; and the Shennong people tasted grass everywhere, distinguishing crops and medicinal herbs so that humans could be cured. The greatest achievement of the House of Nest was to lead the ancients in building nests and houses, so that the people could live in peace. So there is another name for it, also known as the Big Nest Family. The descendants are mainly distributed around Anhui and Jiangsu provinces. "

"What do you mean, something that can be taken out of food? Don't just talk about these ancient legends. What does it have to do with this evil ghost in front of you?" The Manager Qian had completely lost the patience to continue listening.

I think these things are very useful. Think about the abilities of that Elder Bai. It's also a clan from ancient times, who can guarantee that this nest wouldn't send its ancestors something like this? " Monica's reasoning ability was clearly a grade higher than Manager Qian's. I sincerely hope that they can have a son in the future, because I've heard that a son's IQ is usually more like a mother's than a Manager Qian's, where he's only interested in money.

Manager Qian also nodded, as if he understood something, indicating that he agreed with Monica's words. Alas, my brother listens too much to a woman; he will surely be a man of his wife's word, I thought to myself.

"Everyone is injured today, take a few days to recover. Let's go to this Nest Liang Dong and investigate for a bit before making our decision based on the situation. " After saying that, I got up to go to sleep, and told Manager Qian not to watch the Ghost Fixing Needle, and to properly rest and rest. In any case, it's impossible for that evil ghost to recover so quickly.

After recuperating for a few days, the wounds on his hands recovered a little, not affecting his movements or agility. We found the house on the top floor of a residential building on the riverfront. At this point, we discovered that this house had one thing in common with the two-story building in the photo. It looked like it had been painted and even the security door was newly maintained, without a speck of dust or scratch on the door.

After ringing the bell for a long time, no one answered, but the neighbor on the other side of the door came out to tell me that he was going to Yiwu and would be back in a day or two. We had a brief chat with our neighbors and learned some of the unique habits of the East of the Nest.

His house was repainted every two or three months, and it always looked like a new house; he had a cleaner to clean it with; and if a neighbor accidentally dirtied his wall or door, he would go into a rage and clean it as quickly as he could. The neighbor's kid accidentally knocked a piece of paint off his house with a toy, and when he slapped her, there was a war in the neighborhood. The smell of sandalwood came from his house and the smell of burning candles.

I finally understood why most of the reporters were women, and many of the problems were solved by someone who understood the situation and liked to show his eloquence in front of women.

The three of us waited in the car outside the gate of the residential complex until it was dark, then Monica kept watch outside the gate of the residential complex. The Manager Qian and I went back to our house in Nest Liangdong with some tools, and I climbed up the pipe to the roof, then hung down the rope from the roof and climbed onto his balcony.

The lock on the balcony was much easier to deal with than the security door, and it was opened with steel bars and wire. I opened the door and let the Manager Qian in as well. The two of them started to search the house separately. I began by searching the living room. I had to say that the best feature of the house was its neatness, that everything was spotless under the flashlight, and that even the most fastidious of cleanliness patients couldn't find fault with it. In the middle of the living room, there was something similar to a altar with a censer and offerings on it.

The strange thing was that the one that was being worshiped was not a common Buddha or Buddha statue of Kuan Yin, nor was it the God of Fortune and Master Guan Er; rather, it was a very ancient shaped object similar to a bamboo tower or a gallows. It was about two feet tall, with a wide and narrow bottom, and on the side, it seemed to be shaped like a pagoda.

Just as I was checking up and down the altar, I heard the voice of the Manager Qian calling me. "Monkey, quickly come over to take a look."

I followed the sound to his room, and as soon as I stepped through the door I gasped. After finding out what it felt like to pass through a minefield in the forest, he couldn't help but pee a little bit more.

The room was colder than the living room, and there was no furniture. Furthermore, all the windows were blocked by thick curtains, making it impossible for even a speck of moonlight to penetrate through.

The walls were covered with symbols written in red cinnabar, similar to those painted by the Elder Bai when I was young. In the middle of the room was a three-foot tall, cylindrical copper furnace. It was called a "furnace" because one could see flames.

But it was different from normal fire, the flames in the furnace were a bright blue, and not only did they not seem to feel the heat, they also made people feel chills in their hearts. The body of the furnace was covered with patterns. The flashlight illuminated a strange pattern, with the furnace as the center and two concentric circles as the outermost layer. It was divided into four identical sectors and four arcs. It's a little like the measuring board I used on the Sighting Telescope s of the seven or nine different types, except a little more complicated.

"Yes …" This thing? " Accompanying this sentence was the sound of the Manager Qian's teeth chattering. It seemed that he was quite frightened, this damned place was indeed too terrifying.

"Maybe …" I wasn't sure, but I wanted to go up and take a closer look, and my heart was beating really hard.

"Extinguish the fire?" Manager Qian said as he took out half a bottle of water from his bag.

I swallowed my saliva and nodded my head. Manager Qian carefully walked towards the copper cauldron.

"Be careful, don't step on those symbols. The charms that looked like they were used to suppress ghosts and keep them from escaping were useless if you wiped off a piece. "When that thing comes out, we're done for. Oh, your Monica should be the first one to die." I reminded Manager Qian to be careful.

"Why didn't you say so earlier?" Manager Qian scolded, as he looked down at his feet that had fallen like a lightning field, and walked towards the copper cauldron. He then poured the water from the bottle into the burning pan at the bottom of the furnace. This plate was not much bigger than the one he used to eat hot pot with solid alcohol. Half a bottle of water should have gone out, but then I realized I'd made a terrible mistake.

When the water was poured down, the flame jumped up two feet, as if it had not been poured with water but gasoline. At the same time as the flame was burning fiercely, a series of howls came from the furnace. It felt like dozens of wild cats had been squeezed to death at the same time, but it also felt like a long sigh from the throat of a person before they died. Manager Qian was shocked and took half a step back. Perhaps he was too scared to notice his feet. The smaller radius between the two concentric circles, the smaller circle in the outer circle is erased out of the gap.

"At the same time, the lid on top of the copper cauldron began to vibrate like the sound of water hitting a pot when it's opened." "Quick, press down on that lid, that thing is about to charge out!" I hastily shouted to the Manager Qian.

He stepped forward quickly and put his hand on the lid, but a few more patterns were broken under his foot. Because this complex pattern was originally placed in cinnabar on the smooth floor, a single swipe of the foot could wipe away a large chunk.

As a result, the sound coming from the copper furnace became even louder, causing Manager Qian to have no choice but to press his hands on it. At the same time, he leaned forward and placed his weight on his hands.

Just as he was trying his best to keep the ghoul from coming out, I held the flashlight in my mouth and tried to fix the pattern. My cell phone suddenly vibrated and I nearly spat out my flashlight.

She picked it up and saw that it was Monica. After the call was connected, she quickly said, "That Nest Liangdong came back. They just entered the neighborhood, you guys should quickly hide."

"Are you sure it was him? Didn't they say that he went to Yiwu to stock up? " The situation had become so chaotic that I calmed down.

"It's him. His appearance is exactly the same as his neighbor's. Tall, square-eyed, with the same license plate number, I didn't see what he was holding. " Monica's words interrupted my last hope. After hanging up the phone, I tossed and turned for a few minutes to fix the picture that was destroyed by the Manager Qian. It was hard to tell if the curse had been repaired or if the ghost that had been burnt by the rising flames was no longer in pain. In any case, there was no longer any movement in the copper cauldron.

After settling down here, Manager Qian and I wanted to leave, but the sound of a key entering the keyhole told us that it was too late.

"Damn it, since this guy can't get out of my control, let's take him down first!" After making up my mind, I indicated to the Manager Qian to switch off the flashlight so that he wouldn't make a sound and hide.

I tiptoed to the door and hid, then clicked open the security door. Just then, the sound control light in the corridor went out, and someone walked in from the darkness. It was the Lair of the East.

He turned to turn on the light, and I sprang forward, clapping my hands to knock him out. I was not sure whether he had done it or not, but I was afraid that I had killed him too hard, so I used only thirty percent of my strength.

The living lesson of this is that you must not look down on anyone, not to mention the notorious descendant of Nestlé.

Hearing the movement behind him, he didn't turn around. Instead, he drew back his neck and shrugged his shoulders. Then, he used his broad back muscles to block my blade …