Shen Xing turned his head and observed for a long time.

Nothing suddenly fell or stood up around.

It seems that it's just that. Maybe the previous few things happened to happen, as the saying goes, "It's a coincidence that I can't make a book."

Shen Xing quickly cleaned up briefly, closed the door, and saw the mouse hole under the bar.

He was really upset. He thought that he had to find something to block it temporarily before talking about it.

He took out a piece of it from the old stack of newspapers his cousin brought, and was about to wrap it into a piece of paper.

After glanced at the pictures in the newspaper, I couldn't help but smiled knowingly.

The pictures in the newspaper are posters of a large music performance, with photos of several young musicians on them.

Shen Xing suddenly recognized where one of them had seen.

Unexpectedly, it was him pretending to be a zombie. This shows that it was actually a fake drama in front of Mrs. Winston's villa at St. Ann's College that night. I had guessed it must be a fake drama.

Shen Xing changed the newspaper, wrapped it in a ball, and squatted down to try to block the mouse hole.

"Hey, it seems there is something."

He said, reaching out to take it out.

Ha, it is a stack of banknotes, a big stack of banknotes, a small clip.

I quickly counted and found that there were twenty-seven large bills with a denomination of one thousand pesos, which was equivalent to the purchasing power of 2,700 yuan.

"Wow, I'm getting rich now!"

Shen Xing was so excited that he didn't have to think about it. He knew which idiot dropped the money. He must be the detective who ate the King's meal.

He was so excited that he was very loud.

My cousin came out of the room, looked down through the wooden fence, and asked him in a low voice, "Cousin, what's wrong with you? Why are you getting rich?"

Shen Xing looked up at her and was stunned.

The first time I saw my cousin wearing pajamas.

She, she, she, she is even more beautiful and even more sexy than the pajama advertising model on TV...

Joanne also realized that his expression was wrong.

"Stirsty hooligan!"

She hurried back to the house and closed the door hard.

Shen Xing felt that he was so unfair.

How can I blame me? Really, my values ​​are so positive, God can testify. If it were someone else, I would have had a nosebleed or even had a fantasy vision. I am already very strong.

...

Shen Xing finished packing.

I also opened a bottle of beer, slowly drank the remaining peanuts on the plate just now, and spread the newspaper.

He wanted to sort out his thoughts. After the detective's reminder just now, he connected several things and felt that he had an answer soon.

All of this should be caused by the soul of the late Mrs. Mitchell Winston.

Shen Xing didn't know the concept of demon spirit at this time, nor did he know the "Call of the New Demon God" mentioned by Arnold, so he simply understood it as the dead soul, and it was wrong for him to understand it like this.

He believed that the soul of Mrs. Winston made a bunch of extraordinary murders, and the deceased would leave small notes with "Save Me" on them, including the devilish student in the classroom who also shouted "Save Me" in his mouth, which attracted the attention of some people and may also attract the attention of those taboo sects.

Then the detectives from the Detective Bureau disguised themselves as passers-by and got into the scene of the mysterious case, probably trying to observe who is the suspicious object from a close distance.

The man pretending to be a zombie and snatching the carriage and wax figures was actually a young musician. He was probably a detective in the Detective Bureau or an informant in the Detective Bureau. He wanted others to mistakenly think that he had been possessed by evil spirits.

He pretended to be a zombie and hid in his wife's villa. He should be looking for something. Maybe he found it, or maybe he didn't find it. In the end, he pretended to be a wax figure of his wife playing the piano.

In the end, the two detectives of the Detective Bureau came deliberately late and performed a good show of catching evil spirits in public, and "tied up" him neatly. No wonder he was not satisfied that day, it turned out to be a fake drama. This young musician should not have died, maybe he went back to the Detective Bureau with something he might have found.

What is the final conclusion?

Shen Xing concluded that someone should have wanted to find something to save Mrs. Winston's soul, and that doing so would make a profit from it, and even gain great benefits.

Mrs. Winston's soul may suddenly attach to the suspect X and then indicate where the thing is. Therefore, these people will definitely try to find all the people who may be suspect X and control them.

I am now a suspect X, and those people will definitely come to me, so the Detective Agency is also staring at me in secret.

If you figure it out, then this matter will be easier.

It seems that my real trouble has just begun, and it would be great if I could quickly turn into a big octopus.

Alas, I'm just a poor little octopus now.

However, if the little octopus is forced to bite people!

It feels that Shen Xing’s analysis is quite reliable, which shows that he is a brain-loving little protagonist. Such a person should not appear in Xiaobai’s article.

...

The detective walked out the door, drank the remaining beer, and threw the empty bottle into the trash can.

He lit a cigarette and quickly walked out of St. Anthony's Cathedral Square and came to the street outside.

He waved to stop a taxi.

He might be embarrassed later because he only had a few small bills of twenty pesos left on him, which was not enough for him to pay for the car.

But there is no need to do it anymore, because he has to take the bully car later and doesn't have to pay at all.

...

The car has been away for a long time.

The young detective felt drowsy and found something was wrong. He seemed to be drunk, his stomach was very uncomfortable and he wanted to vomit.

But how can you get drunk with a bottle of beer?

The detective looked out the car window again and found something was even more wrong.

Why are you on the road in the suburbs?

He angrily scolded the driver, "You drove the wrong direction, where are you going?"

The driver laughed, "There is no wrong direction."

"Where do you want to take me?"

"Where do you think I'll take you?"

"You are from the Taboo Cult!" the detective affirmed.

"Haha, you guessed it all at once. It turns out that the detective in the Detective Bureau is really powerful."

The detective hurriedly pulled out his gun and realized that he had been hit by the other party's ecstasy shortly after getting in the car, so he was drowsy. Fortunately, he woke up in time.

The driver pretended to be nothing and chatted with him, "Are you going to shoot me in the head? I advise you not to have such trouble, but to sit quietly. I will take you to a fun place now."

“Where to go?”

The detective had already pressed the gun against the driver's head and ordered him, "Stop, stop quickly, otherwise I will really shoot."

The driver sarcastically said, "It doesn't matter whether you shoot or not. If you hold on for another ten minutes, we will soon arrive at the place, our heads, and I hope you can be our informant. He wants to talk to you."

The detective was furious, "Aren't you afraid that I would really shoot you and kill you?"

The driver laughed again, "You can't kill me, the bullets in your gun cannot penetrate my head. If you don't believe me, you can try it. Besides, since I dare to drive this train, I'm not afraid of you pulling out the gun."

The detective carefully pondered his words and felt that his stomach was very uncomfortable at this moment. The beer I just drank just now and the sour water in my stomach was raised. In addition, the road was too bumpy and I couldn't help but want to vomit.

He held back and quickly covered his mouth with his hands.

But I still couldn't help it, as if it was spraying out, at least a lot of filth was sprayed out from the cracks of my fingers.

The filth splashed everywhere.

Suddenly, the driver turned his head.

The driver suddenly died!

The car was very fast, at the critical moment.

The detective kicked open the car door, rushed out, rushed forward, rolled forward on the spot, and quickly stood up without being injured.

The out-of-control taxi hit the trunk on the roadside.

Very dangerous.

The detective threw away the filth in his hand, held up his gun, aimed at the cab, and walked slowly over.

Through the car glass, I saw the driver lying on the steering wheel and was convinced that he was dead.

The detective held the gun tightly and opened the car door hard. The driver's body was rolled out of the car, and his lower body was still in the car.

The detective turned over the body with his feet and was stunned for a moment.

"How is this possible?"

If I remember correctly, he was included in the list of the most dangerous people and was already convinced that he was the evil slave of the demon god - Gu Lubo, a native of Nanyang, nicknamed "Iron Head Wolf".
To be continued...