The abilities of ghosts are all kinds of strange, and Yan Zheng could not identify the abilities used by the ghosts that can turn people into pure white bone powder.

However, Yan Zheng still wanted to help Shen Pei and help him figure out some doubts.

Then asked: "Is there any more detailed information?"

Shen Pei glanced at Yan Zheng strangely and said slowly: "The deceased Fang Yaozu, the time of the crime was around 1 o'clock in the morning last night. The crime occurred at Erlipu, the urban-rural junction of the High-tech Zone. The deceased was the owner of the shop. He

Opened a paper shop.

Half a month before the incident happened, on the first day of October in the lunar calendar, you went to his shop in the middle of the night to buy paper bundles for sacrifices. If I hadn't found you personally on Mining South Road last night, I would have suspected that it was you.

Yan Zheng, are you a god of death? Why do you exist wherever there are cases? Since I met you, there have been the ghost car cases, Wang Fugui's case, and now, Fang Yaozu's mysterious death case.

Your figure!"

Yan Zheng felt guilty and touched his nose. If he were to be deduced according to common sense, he could not escape suspicion. When he robbed Lao Fang's dirty money, he had already accumulated grudges, so he was really suspected of having a motive for committing the crime.

Fortunately, the alley where Laofang opened his shop is in an area that is about to be demolished. Skynet surveillance is not perfect and no one knows what happened that night.

Otherwise, if Shen Pei sees him, he will have to talk a lot to clear himself of suspicion.

Laofang is actually dead!

Yan Zheng wouldn't be shocked when an ordinary person dies. Lao Fang is not an ordinary person. He has an underworld boss standing behind him.

Stealing the old house's dirty money by yourself is just a small fuss at best. The person who murdered the old house is definitely stirring up trouble. Not only did he break the ground, but he also gave someone a bump on his head. This is not a matter of losing face. The guy from the underworld probably

He was already furious and would not stop fighting.

Who has eaten the courage of a bear's heart and a leopard? There are portraits dedicated to Lord Yin hanging in Laofang's shop. Most ghosts and monsters, let alone killing Laofang, may not even be able to get in. Who has the power to do anything under Lord Yin's eyes?

people.

Lao Fang died on the same day as I found Wang Fugui. Are the two connected, or is someone planning to muddy the waters?

Seeing that Yan Zheng was deep in thought and silent, Shen Pei couldn't help but exclaim: "Hey~ It's not really you who did it, is it? Are you thinking about how to get rid of the charges after you have been thinking about it for so long? I think you are the most suspect. The entire Jishui City

I can't find anyone else who can do this except you!"

Yan Zheng glanced at Shen Pei and muttered: "Don't talk nonsense! I don't have the ability to harm Lao Fang. Lao Fang's life experience is not simple. You will know if you check Lao Fang's inheritance. I can't guess the reason just from what I heard.

You take me to the crime scene, maybe I can find something. There must be clues in the store that you can't find!"

Yan Zheng said with certainty, because he knew that there was a portrait of the God of Wealth in the Underworld in the store, and that his younger brother was killed in front of him. Yan Zheng didn't believe that Lord Yin didn't do anything.

Originally, Yan Zheng was not very interested in this case, but with the decisive battle approaching, Yan Zheng had no time to take care of anything else.

He also wanted to wait until the Bai Mao Tuanzi mission was over before helping Shen Pei solve the case. At first, Yan Zheng thought it was just an ordinary ghost crime. After hearing that the deceased was his old house, Yan Zheng realized the seriousness of the matter and had to go away.

trip.

I was riding in the Shen Pei police car and shuttled through the city. It was almost five o'clock in the winter evening and the sky was still bright. The plane flew across the sky full of sunset and slightly misty like a fashion.

The sky is still bright.

The streets shrouded by the long shadows of tall buildings looked a bit dark, and the newly watered road surface reflected the shadows of vehicles speeding past like phantoms.

Yan Zheng looked up at the sky in the shadows. People living under tall buildings are not like frogs at the bottom of a well. They never know how big the world is and how many unknowns there are.

Cars with flashing lights shuttled through the streets, looking like lost will-o'-the-wisps in the dim dusk, unable to find their destination.

When the lights first came on, Shen Pei took Yan Zheng to the front of Laofang's shop.

It was very sad to visit my old place again.

He still remembered the shock he felt when he first came to the old shop, the white lantern hanging high, the red coffin in the open door...

Now it was a different scene of desolation, with white lanterns swaying listlessly in the cold wind, and a warning tape in front of the door. The door was closed tightly, and the boys and girls placed at the door had long since disappeared.

Shen Pei walked to the door and tore off the seal and opened the door. He saw Yan Zheng standing in front of the door in a daze and asked, "What are you looking at? Didn't you come here once? Are you thinking about the couplets on the door? I thought about it."

I haven’t thought about it for a long time! Just write it down and go home slowly to guess, and do business first!”

Yan Zheng smiled bitterly and sighed.

"Hey, I'm not looking at the couplets, I'm just feeling emotional. You're right if you can't figure out the meaning of the couplets. These couplets are not meant for people to see, but for ghosts."

"For ghosts to see?" Shen Pei screamed in surprise, and then urged Yan Zheng to talk with interest. What she just said about doing business was thrown out of her mind.

"The first line means that their shop does all kinds of ghost work, including finding people, asking for directions, and enticing souls to be reincarnated. The second line means that if you have money, everything is easy to do, and they don't do any human business. Hengpi is the name of the store.

, the shop owner’s surname is Fang, and this business has been passed down from generation to generation in the family.” Yan Zheng repeated what Liu Jinding told him that day.

As he walked into the shop, Shen Pei came up to him and pulled his sleeves and asked, "Is there anything else? Is there anything else?"

Yan Zheng: "On business, if you want to hear this anecdote, I'll tell it to you when I have time!"

His expression and attitude were exactly the same as when Shen Pei tried to challenge Yan Zheng just now.

Seeing Yan Zheng like this, Shen Pei wanted to go up and punch him in the face. He had never seen such a disgusting person. He would stop talking after grabbing his appetite. He was also stingy and vindictive. Didn't she just give him a few compliments? Then,

Just come back.

Not like a man at all!

"What did you say?" Yan Zheng couldn't help but turn around and ask when he heard Shen Pei muttering behind his back.

"No~it's nothing~" Shen Pei stuck out her tongue in fright, and then continued to mutter: "The ears are so pointed, are they donkey ears?"

Yan Zheng, who walked into the house, had no time to pay attention to what Shen Pei said. His attention was completely attracted by the scene in the hall.

The portrait of Lord Yin that originally hung on the wall has long been burned beyond recognition. Only the top two corners of the entire painting remain, and the scroll is hung alone on the wall. The wall blackened by fireworks is directly exposed to the air, leaving traces of smoke.

Like an angry grimace.

Judging from the traces of burning, the painting started burning from the middle to all sides, and there was a blank space the size of a head in the middle, which seemed to have been touched by the Lord Yin.

Yan Zheng tried to restore the picture. When the Yin Lord discovered the attacker, he wanted to protect his subordinates, but someone beat him to it and destroyed the bit of true spirit attached to the painting.

The power that did not come out sheltered the walls from being disturbed by smoke.
Chapter completed!