This is not a weird story

"What?" Wei An was shocked.

He felt that his mother wanted his father to call him, and perhaps this was what he wanted to say, but because Wei Zhengdong had greater doubts in his heart, he asked him questions in advance that he was concerned about.

Wei Zhengdong said: "To be precise, it's 3,267,651 yuan. Your mother received the text message notification at about midnight last night, but we had already rested at that time. Today I didn’t see it until I woke up in the morning.”

"There are even fractions, so accurate!" Wei An said in surprise: "Then it's impossible for someone to pay us. It's a bit like the salary paid by the administration, but the salary can't be that much! And it's also paid It’s on my mother’s account!”

As soon as these words came out, Wei An was suddenly startled. He remembered something, "I remember that last time I filled in my mother's bank account number on the share subscription form of a company under the Ark Group. It was the company opened by Jiang Jialiang's grandfather. We We also went to their house for dinner together, do you remember?"

When Wei An said this, Wei Zhengdong suddenly thought about it, "Oh, I remember, are these more than three million yuan dividends from shares? There are so many, and we haven't done anything?"

Wei An was silent for a moment and said: "If I don't do anything now, I might do something in the future. This is the Jiang family's repayment for my rescue of Jiang Jialiang last time. This dividend is paid once every six months, and the next time it will be credited will be half a year later." .”

"Then we accept it?" Wei Zhengdong asked.

"Well, take it." Wei An nodded, "Tell mom by the way that during my absence in Zhoucheng, she may have to put some thought into taking care of the Jiang family, especially Jiang Jialiang and those involved in the Jiang family. Encountered a strange situation."

Wei An knew that the money was actually not that easy to get, but fortunately he and his mother Wen Qiong were not ordinary participants in ghost stories, so it was relatively easy to deal with ghost stories below C level.

Wei Zhengdong's tone became excited, "I'm going to tell my mother to go! If not, I'll quit my job, retire early, and get three million in dividends in half a year. This is a shitty job! You'll pay your old age later." I called my mother and asked her to give me tens of thousands of dollars in pocket money."

"You don't want it yourself?" Wei An asked.

"Not only will she not give it to me, but I will also get scolded by her." Wei Zhengdong still knew himself and said angrily.

After hanging up the phone, Pei Na probably heard the conversation between the father and son, so she came over and said, "The Jiang family gave you three million in dividends?"

"Yes." Wei An nodded, "There is a high probability that my father will resign because of this incident, because he happens to think that he did not get into the ghost story because of those colleagues in the office, so the feng shui is not good."

Pei Na covered her mouth and smiled: "Your dad is so funny! I suspect his super high mental value is the reason."

"Everyone is so suspicious, but there is no evidence." Wei An laughed.

"Perhaps the day will come when everyone in the world will take a turn in the ghost stories, with the exception of your father. What do you think he will do?" Pei Na asked.

"Maybe he will jump off the building in anger." Wei An said.

The two chatted and laughed while taking a taxi to the airport.

Unlike Zhoucheng, Fancheng here does not have a special car for each investigator, but only two cars for one investigation team. Wei An has just arrived, and there are no special cars.

When he arrived at the airport gate, Wei An's account received a text message notification from the bank. When he opened it, it showed that he had received a transfer of one million, which was just transferred from his mother.

Soon my mother called me: "Weian, your dad told me, but I think you may need money a lot when you work there. I just transferred one million to you. Look. Have you received it?"

"Yes, I got it." Wei An replied: "Actually, my salary is enough. By the way, give dad some pocket money."

"Give it."

"How much did you give?"

"five hundred."

"Do you want to give me only five hundred?"

"Okay then, I'll give him five hundred more later."

When he was about to get on the plane, after chatting with his mother for a few words, Wei An hung up the phone and boarded the plane.

I heard Pei Na smiling and shaking her head from behind: "Poor Uncle Wei!"

It took almost two and a half hours to arrive at Biluocheng Airport.

Wei An did not tell Su Ya that he was arriving today, but he had received Su Yafa's home address two days ago. After checking it through the map APP on his mobile phone, he found that the map showed that the place indicated a closed area and was inaccessible.

It was still early, so Wei An and Pei Na didn't bring much luggage, and Pei Na didn't have many cosmetics. They just brought some ordinary facial cleansers and other items. They had all their belongings covered in a large travel bag.

I took a taxi and told the driver where I wanted to go. The driver immediately said: "Maybe I can't go there. I heard that it has been blocked."

Then he mysteriously told Wei An and Pei Na, "That place must have encountered strange stories, and it might be serious. I advise you to stay away from that place."

Wei An said: "It's okay, just take us to the street closest to that area."

The car quickly drove towards the north of the city.

Around noon, the two came to a blocked intersection and the taxi stopped.

At this time, a man in a sheriff's uniform approached the taxi and asked in a somewhat stern tone: "Why are you stopping here?"

The driver pointed at Wei An, "This passenger is coming here."

Pei Na sat in the car and paid the fare, while Wei An got out of the car, took out his investigator ID, and said to the sheriff: "I came to see a friend who lives in a residential area called Xiao Taoyuan. "

"Hello, Mr. Investigator!" The Sheriff immediately became polite when he saw Wei An's ID, because he had seen many investigators coming in and out of here in the past two days.

However, the Sheriff soon noticed that Wei An’s ID said it was the Vatican City Ghost Story Administration Bureau.

Wei An could see his doubts and explained: "I'm not here to handle the case, but to help my friends. But if I get sucked into the ghost story during the process, I can also help the management office here to deal with the ghost story."

The Sheriff nodded to show his understanding and quickly notified an investigator from the local administration to come over.

The taxi driver turned the car around, looked at Wei An, and said to himself: "It turns out to be an investigator! It seems there is something strange happening here, so I'll just tell you!"

The Biluo City investigator who arrived was elderly, probably in his fifties, and was wearing glasses.

He twitched the glasses on the bridge of his nose, glanced at Wei An's ID, and said, "Are you from the Vatican City Administration Bureau? What's your friend's name?"

"Su Ya, lives in Xiaotaoyuan residential area." Wei An replied.

The man with glasses immediately asked the assistant next to him to check the list of personnel. The assistant nodded and said: "There is this person, and he is currently under centralized control."

"You can go in, but you can't take her out." The man with glasses said: "Because ghost stories may break out here at any time. If she has been selected by the ghost stories, it will be very dangerous to leave this area."

Of course, Wei An knew not to take Su Ya away casually. He still remembered that during the bloodthirsty butcher ghost talk, one of the participants tried to hide away from the ghost talk. As a result, only half of the guy's body was sucked in after the ghost talk began, and the scene was bloody.

"I won't take her away, I'm just here to help." Wei An said: "If she is indeed a participant, maybe my assistant and I can help you."

"Thank you in advance! By the way, what is your level..." The man with glasses thought of this question at this time, and he didn't look carefully just now.

Wei An opened his ID again and handed it to him.

Since being transferred to Vatican City, Wei An cannot of course still be called "Chief", so he has been re-rated. The current level is the universal standard.

"Level 5!" The man with glasses was stunned. Behind the thick spectacle lenses, a pair of bull's eyes stared straight at Wei An.

He knew very well that level five was the ceiling level for investigators.