Chapter 60: Two Negatives Make a Positive! Why Is It Spunking Up Now?

Seemingly guessing everyone's doubts, Tang Ren continued:
"Graverobbers, you know them, right~~
Through the *feng shui* in ancient books, tomb site selection, construction, and so on, they dig up graves, find burial chambers, and hunt for treasures. They are far more formidable than so-called archaeological experts.
Is it because dragon veins, burial spots, and spiritual veins in *feng shui* actually exist?
Of course not~
If dragon veins really existed, could the Great Qing dynasty have fallen?
Graverobbers can accurately locate tombs because the ancients built them following the exact same set of theories~
So what if *feng shui* doesn't exist?
What if the theory is incorrect and doesn't align with modern science?
Right now, our goal isn't to verify whether metaphysics and *feng shui* are correct; we are trying to find the killer.
Even if the theory is wrong, the killer is using that same wrong theory!
As long as we make the same mistake as the killer, we'll be right~~"

Holy crap~~
Shen Ting had to admit that his earlier impulse to mute Tang Ren and kick him out of the chat group had been a bit rash.
Tang Ren's words truly offered a moment of sudden enlightenment.
That was so right!
What does it matter if metaphysics doesn't exist, if *feng shui* doesn't exist, if Yin energy doesn't exist?
It is enough that the killer might have chosen the body-dumping site based on metaphysical theories.
If Shen Ting followed this same set of theories, there was actually a chance that two negatives would make a positive!
His confidence suddenly surged.
The other group members also suddenly realized this.

Guan Hongyu: "I admit, my voice was a little too loud just now.
As the saying goes, even a rotting ship has three pounds of nails!
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Kiko: "⊙_⊙ Is this what they mean by even a skinny monkey has three parts of strength?"
Guan Hongfeng: "Two heads are better than one, three cobblers with their wits combined equal Zhuge Liang the master strategist. That's certainly true!"
Tang Detective Qin Feng: "As expected of my uncle, my very own uncle!"
Jigsaw: "With that explanation, I actually understand a bit."
Qin Ming: "There's one more interesting point.
Daoism, *feng shui*, and metaphysics—the tools they use, meaning ritual instruments, are also manufactured using the same principles.
Whether *feng shui* and metaphysics exist actually doesn't matter anymore.
Because ritual instruments of the same principle will point to the same place.
Perhaps this is what you call a fortunate mistake?"
Hannibal: "Then I'm rather curious.
Tang Ren, is there anything special in metaphysics about the open area you selected?
Why would the criminal choose that place?"

Tang Ren: "Simple啦!
In *feng shui*, this terrain is called the 'Dragon Spitting Water'~~
Look at this small mountain on the edge of the map, doesn't it look like a dragon's head?
This small hill is the very edge of an entire mountain range.
Acting as the dragon's head, it spits the essence of the mountain range into the open area ahead.
Naturally, the Yin energy here is the strongest~~"

Did it look like a dragon's head?
Shen Ting stared at the picture, looking up and down, but he couldn't for the life of him see how that little hill resembled a dragon's head.
Besides, why would the mountain essence spit out by a dragon's head be Yin energy instead of Yang energy?
What kind of logic was this?
The group members obviously had similar doubts and chimed in with questions.

Tang Ren: "Isn't that simple啦? Spitting water means spitting water, and water is definitely Yin~~
Dragons also live in water, so they are definitely Yin too~~"
Kiko: "But aren't there fire dragons?
Besides, according to *feng shui*, that mountain shaped like a dragon absorbs the essence of the sun and moon, so shouldn't it be Yang~~
Why would a Yang mountain spit out Yin water?
(,,•́ . •̀,,)"
Tang Detective Qin Feng: "Yeah, yeah, that's not a real dragon, and it didn't actually spit out water, right?
Why is it still a Yin terrain?"

Everyone waited for Tang Ren's answer, but the chat interface remained still, and no new messages popped up for a long time.
Shen Ting even thought his connection had lagged, when Tang Ren suddenly chimed in:
"Why, why, why are there so many whys啦?
That's just what's written in the books, go ask the people who wrote the books yourselves~~
ヽ(‘⌒´メ)ノ"

Good grief!
How did they manage to tick him off with their questions?!
Shen Ting scratched his head. Right at that moment, Zheng Yuanqiao called.
He said the temperature was dropping too fast and Anyan Road had iced over, so they would have to wait until tomorrow to shovel the snow and conduct the search.
He asked Shen Ting if he needed any manpower on his end.
Subsequent searches would definitely require quite a few people. Shen Ting, standing atop the mountain and looking down at the so-called "Dragon Spitting Water" below, said:
"Captain Zheng, let's rendezvous at San-tai Road.
Oh, and have Xiong Beibei go there too."
"San-tai Road?
Did you find something there?"
"You could say... yes!"
...

Nearly twenty minutes later, the two groups rendezvoused at San-tai Road.
After getting out of their vehicles, Shen Ting clearly noticed expressions of doubt on the faces of many police officers.
They obviously didn't understand why they had suddenly been summoned here.
After all, at present, there were no clues whatsoever connected to San-tai Road!
Soon, Xiong Beibei also arrived at San-tai Road.
"Shen Ting, I've bought the luopan compass and the bagua mirror."
Xiong Beibei dashed over in a rush, parked the car, opened the trunk, and looked at Zheng Yuanqiao with bewilderment:
"Oh right, Captain Zheng, why did you have me buy these things?"
Zheng Yuanqiao decisively ignored Xiong Beibei's question.
As he looked at the ritual instruments in the trunk, his eyelids twitched repeatedly.
He had no idea what Xiong Beibei was thinking. He had only told him to buy a luopan compass and a bagua mirror.
As a result, Xiong Beibei had bought a peachwood sword, moxa sticks, candlesticks, candles, and a whole bunch of yellow paper talismans covered in ghost-like cursive talismans.
The most bizarre thing was that he had even bought a complete set of Daoist robes.
Could these things possibly be of any use?

The police officers also gathered around, looking at the trunk full of ritual instruments in utter confusion.
"Why buy this junk?"
"Didn't Shen Ting ask for them?"
"Are we going to play with metaphysics now?"
"Has Shen Ting been driven to his wits' end?"
"Is he planning to ask immortals for help?"
"This feels unreliable. We'd be better off going back to check surveillance footage!"
...

Shen Ting stepped forward and picked up the bagua mirror and the luopan compass, but Xiong Beibei pulled out the Daoist robe first, draped it directly over Shen Ting's shoulders, and said cheerfully:
"Put it on, hurry up and put it on!"
"Uh, this really isn't necessary!"
"It is necessary, very necessary.
The owner of the shop where I bought these things said, sincerity brings efficacy.
How can one demonstrate sincerity? Naturally by wearing the standard attire, preparing all the ritual instruments, and following the standard ritual protocols."
Brother Xiong, were you scammed by someone?!
Shen Ting didn't struggle either; he honestly put on the Daoist robe for peace of mind.
Peachwood swords and yellow paper talismans clinked and dangled all over his body.
Then he picked up the luopan and the bagua mirror to study them.
These items looked simple, but using them properly required considerable skill.
Especially when different ritual instruments were paired together, there were many various applications.
Shen Ting checked reference materials and consulted Tang Ren. After quite a while, he more or less figured it out.
When he gave it a simple test run, he was startled.
According to the luopan's indications, he was currently located in a Yin terrain—an area with very strong Yin energy.
Did Tang Ren's "Dragon Spitting Water" actually exist in *feng shui*?

Filled with astonishment, Shen Ting continued to fiddle with the luopan and the bagua mirror, searching for the place with the strongest Yin energy around.
Soon, the needle pointed west!
"Follow me!"
The police officers immediately followed Shen Ting.
Yet, seeing his Daoist attire, the hesitation in everyone's eyes grew even more pronounced.
Was he actually going through with this for real?
Many police officers quickly looked around.
Seeing that the place was remote and devoid of people, they let out a sigh of relief.
With Shen Ting dressed like this and a group of police officers trailing closely behind his backside, if they were to run into anyone who took a video and posted it online,
They would probably be flamed to death!
People would definitely curse them, saying that a dignified public security bureau was openly engaging in feudal superstitions and actually hiring a Daoist priest to help solve a case.

After following the needle and walking briskly for over ten minutes, the luopan's needle began to vibrate more and more violently.
Shen Ting had no idea how this contraption was designed,
but according to Tang Ren's explanation, this meant they were rapidly approaching an area with dense Yin energy.
As Shen Ting raised his head, he discovered an unfinished real estate development appearing right before his eyes...