Da Jinya didn't know the story of Xiling practitioners, so he didn't really understand what I was talking about.
I told him that during the reign of Emperor Kangxi in the Qing Dynasty, Xiling practitioners were ordered to rob tombs, and their leader, Jiang Chen, became a zombie, becoming the first zombie in the world.
"Is that true? The legend of the Zombie King Jiang Chen was actually real?" Da Jinya's eyes widened.
I assured him that it was definitely true. You see, in many zombie movies now, the zombies wear Qing Dynasty official robes. Do you know why? It's because there were no zombies before the Qing Dynasty.
Even if there were things similar to zombies, they were definitely not the same species as Jiang Chen and his followers.
"How did Jiang Chen become a zombie? How did the first zombie in the world come about?" Da Jinya asked me eagerly.
I shook my head. I certainly knew how, but I wouldn't say. It's a secret between the Xiling practitioners and the 'Yin' people, and I would never reveal it unless the Xiling practitioners did.
I evaded the question and said, "When Jiang Chen became the Zombie King, it was the biggest honor for the ancestors of Xiling practitioners. Although Jiang Chen was extremely cruel, people at the time admired strength."
As Xiling practitioners boasted about their leader Jiang Chen, Maofang from Maoshan and the people from the Ma family in the north appeared gladly and sealed the invincible Jiang Chen in a blood coffin.
The leader was sealed, and since then, the Xie Ling strong world has been greatly damaged, and they retreated to Changbai Mountain in desolation.
So, in a sense, there is enmity between the Maoshan Taoist and Xie Ling strong.
"Oh! So that's how it is?" Da Jinya nodded, and he now understood the meaning of my phrase "the enemy of my enemy is my friend".
Because the Maoshan Taoist and the Xie Ling strong have enmity, the 'Yin' Mountain Taoist and the Maoshan Taoist are complete opposites, so the people of the Xie Ling strong can be friends with the 'Yin' Mountain Taoist.
"But Xiao Li, I still think the Xie Ling strong should not be associating with the 'Yin' Mountain Taoist, that 'Yin' Mountain Taoist is too treacherous, with all kinds of evil tricks." Da Jinya still couldn't figure out this issue.
Indeed, the 'Yin' Mountain Taoist is particularly treacherous, their founder was actually a traitor from the Maoshan faction.
That traitor specialized in studying extremely 'Yin' evil techniques, and was expelled from the faction by the Maoshan.
After being expelled, he did not give up, instead, he fled to the Tianshan and Kunlun Mountain area, and founded the 'Yin' Mountain faction, where he pushed those 'Yin' evil techniques to the extreme.
For example, the little ghost that Li Changfeng was probing in my memory not long ago, the refining was extremely cruel.
It is said that to refine this little ghost, one needs to use a stone mill to grind to death one hundred infants, collecting the blood into a blood pool, then adding some special 'medicines', and after about one hundred days, a little ghost would appear in the blood pool.
This "little ghost" is a black mass of energy, which can also take on physical form, and can enter a person's body to probe their memories.
Of course, probing memories is just one of the abilities of the little ghost, as for what else the little ghost can do, I am not too clear.
"Forget it, let them have their own intrigues, we have our 'Yin', and one water does not disturb another." I patted my head and said self-mockingly.
In one night, I dealt with the Xie Ling strong, the 'Yin' Mountain Taoist, and also talked to Da Jinya about some matters regarding Jiang Chen, making me feel like I had returned to a hundred years ago.
"Why are you thinking so much? It has nothing to do with me. I need to unravel the mystery of the fox spirit." I shook my head, wanting to go to the police station, but Da Jinya grabbed my shoulder, saying he was too tired, having been interrogated all day, and needed to go home to sleep.
I agreed, telling him to go home first.
Just as we were about to part ways, Cheng Yan and Huang Xin came out of the police station.
When they saw me, they ran over and said they had been writing records all afternoon and were exhausted.
Huang Xin even said to me: "Your aunt is really amazing, she made the people from the film crew cry during the interrogation."
Gosh! Is that amazing? Isn't that just another way of saying my aunt Han Li is a feisty northern lady?
I lifted my hand, pretending to give Huang Xin a smack on the forehead.
She lowered her head, laughed, and dodged, saying I wouldn't be able to hit her.
"Haha, if you need anything, just call us. Cheng Yan and I are going home now, Li Ge, goodbye, Lao Jin, goodbye."
"Go on, be careful of wolves on the way, not every man has my sense of justice." Before they left, I subtly boasted about myself.
Watching the two girls get in the taxi, I patted Da Jinya's shoulder: "They're home, you should go home too. I still need to make a written record, who knows how late I'll be up tonight!"
In my goodwill, I suggested Da Jinya go home first, but he didn't respond, his eyes filled with confusion.
"Hey, what are you thinking?" I shouted at Da Jinya.
He suddenly came to his senses, his body trembling at the sound of my voice, then his face paled: "Xiao Li, I know, I know why these people want to target me, I know why these people want to target me."
"Hmm? You suddenly understand? Tell me, what do you understand." I took out a cigarette and handed it to Da Jinya.
Da Jinya, his hand trembling, took the cigarette, lit it, and took a deep breath, saying: "When Huang Xin bent over to dodge you just now, her pendant swung out."
That pendant again?
This instantly reminded me, Huang Xin was wearing a human skin pendant, and her family also had some bronze horses unearthed from the ground. Did these things represent something?
Or, does Huang Xin have a close relationship with the boss behind the Xie Ling strong Shi Yin?
"Oh, I never noticed Huang Xin's human skin pendant, otherwise I would definitely have kept my distance from her." Da Jinya regretted.
In fact, I had seen this human skin pendant, as had the Northeast Fox King Zhu Long.
And it was clear that the Northeast Fox King knew some inside information about the "human skin pendant".
But he was very cunning and evasive, diverting the conversation from this human skin pendant at the time, not discussing it.
Now, Da Jinya suddenly mentioned this pendant, and my curiosity was piqued. I asked Da Jinya: "Lao Jin, what does this human skin pendant represent?"
Da Jinya shook his head, telling me not to ask, saying that there was a very big secret hidden in this human skin pendant, and knowing this secret wouldn't benefit me at all.
Da Jinya, having also dug graves and dug for treasures, knew more about tomb-raiding gangs than I did. If he didn't want me to ask, he must have his own reasoning.
Then I asked Da Jinya what his next step would be.
Da Jinya said he planned to stay with me for now, saying that he genuinely didn't know anything about the human skin pendant, yet he was misunderstood by others and had been heavily targeted. If he were to leave now and return to Harbin, wouldn't the people from the Xie Ling strong think even worse of him?
People would think he was running away out of guilt.
So for now, Da Jinya had no intention of returning to Harbin.
I said okay and also suggested Da Jinya go home first. We would talk about the rest of the matters later.
Da Jinya bowed and left; before leaving, he gave me several blessings: "Xiao Li, I know you're curious, but... about the human skin pendant, don't ask, and don't try to investigate, there are things hidden in there that would consume you!"
After Da Jinya left, I actually didn't think about the human skin pendant at all, my thoughts were probably beyond what Da Jinya expected.
What I thought was: Could the boss behind the Xie Ling strong Shi Yin be the one supporting Huang Xin?
Thinking of this, I felt somewhat disheartened, and kept thinking of Huang Xin's expression when she said "this isn't scientific".
This kind of aloof girl, this kind of girl whose voice is so pleasant to listen to, was actually kept by someone?
I sighed inwardly, as if I heard the sound of something breaking.
Although I was prepared a long time ago, I have always known that in the modeling circle, nine out of ten "women" are supported.
After thinking for a long time, I suddenly gave myself a punch in the chest, damn it! What does it have to do with me who supports Huang Xin? She's not my girlfriend, why should I care? Besides, what if her parents are rich? What if her parents are the ones behind the company that manufactures those big dumbbells?
"Why so many thoughts?"
I shook my head, entered the police station, and found Han Li to take her statement.
While she was giving her statement, I was still absent-minded. I spoke for a long time, and in the end, I couldn't express myself, making Han Li shake her head repeatedly.
Finally, she got angry, slapped the table: Hey! Shu Zi, I asked you to talk about the case, why are you talking nonsense and wasting time with those useless things?
I then pulled myself together and completed the record.
After finishing it, I asked Han Li again about whether anyone from the crew had explained the source of the stone coffin.
Where did they buy the stone coffin used in the MV shoot?
Han Li shook her head and said that those people had all seen the stone coffin, but they did not obtain it.
"Finished, this lead is going to be cut off."
"Not necessarily. There are two possibilities. The first is that Yue Yun bought the stone coffin himself. Where he bought it from, you can only ask him."
This is nonsense. Yue Yun was already eaten by the gangster, and his wandering soul doesn't know where to go. Where can I ask?
Han Li continued: "And there's the second possibility. One person from the film crew was not present, which was the director of photography at the time. Why wasn't he there?"
I suddenly felt hopeful. The director of photography is responsible for shooting, and their relationship with the director is very close. A good film or TV work cannot do without the intimate communication between the director of photography and the director.
Maybe this director of photography knows something.
Han Li spread her hands: He is currently shooting near Qinghai Lake. It will take at least two days for him to come back.
"Okay! When he comes back, notify me immediately." My sinking heart lifted again. There was still hope.
"Okay, go home for now, and I'll treat you to a drink another day." Han Li waved her hand, signaling me to leave.
I muttered to myself, "Isn't that stingy? When you were transferred from Changchun to Guangzhou, you didn't even offer me a drink."
"If you keep talking nonsense, I'll beat you with a taser!"
Fine, my aunt threatened me again.
Alone, I found myself walking to a bar, where I asked the waiter for two bottles of wine and sat on a high stool to drink.
What's wrong with me? Why am I feeling inexplicably depressed?
When I had finished almost three glasses of wine, Huang Xin's call came.