"Because no fingerprints or footprints of yours were found in the house, your suspicion of committing the crime has been eliminated." The female police officer said, "We are just making routine records now, please don't be nervous."
"Not nervous, not nervous." Su Bai waved his hand and said, "However, we are so unlucky today that something like this happened. Was a bomb planted in that corpse? A bomb inside the body?"
The female police officer looked like she had read too many science fiction novels, and coughed lightly: "This matter is within the scope of our police, so don't worry about it. Now you just need to register your identity and verify it, and you can leave."
Already."
Su Bai, who wanted to find out more information, did not give up: "So, was there anything stolen?"
Yue Qing finally kicked Sub Bai and said, "I'm sorry. He usually likes to watch detective dramas and detective novels. He always lives in an imaginary world and has caused trouble to you. Let's cooperate as soon as possible. Today everyone
It’s all hard work.”
Dragging Su Bai out of the police station, Yue Qing said: "Things are not that simple. If they were trying to make money, their way of death would be too weird."
Subai looked back and whispered: "I peeked at some photos just now while they were taking a shower.
In that photo, Lao Jintou was sitting on a wicker chair with his hands hanging down, seemingly peaceful. However, Su Bai saw that the wicker chair was leaning against a mahogany wardrobe. There was a light stain of blood on the wardrobe. That was the right spot.
In line with the height of Lao Jintou when he stood up, the back part of his head, "I think that when Lao Jintou was standing, the back of his head once hit the wardrobe. Although the old man was old, he didn't accidentally bump into that position, or there was something wrong with him.
Others have gone in, otherwise, it can only be understood as a supernatural event."
"We are not the police," Yue Qing breathed out: "Lao Jintou and the others are dead. Where the burial objects went is what we should be concerned about. So far, we have found nothing."
Suba scratched his head: "I think it's better for us to live together recently. Could it be that Old Jintou and the others caused evil and unclean things in the tomb?"
"It depends on the results of the police investigation. If the murderer is not found, I'm afraid it can only be classified as a supernatural incident." Yue Qing said: "Is there a place for us to live in the antique store?"
"Gee, I didn't expect us to live together so soon." Su Bai chuckled: "From now on, you will be my exclusive bodyguard. With a young man like you from Maoshan here, I can't do anything about photographing young people. Just come over!"
"You are underestimating She Qing." Yue Qing said: "I have said that She Qing can hide himself, and I can also be deceived. The way to identify it is that you have to be familiar with everything about the possessed object, from the subtleties.
Observe and draw a conclusion as to whether this person is possessed by a phoenix. Without getting along for a long time and getting to know each other, it would be impossible to tell."
A man in black clothes passed by them, and Su Bai said on a whim: "If this man is possessed by a photographer, we wouldn't know about it, right?"
The man in black suddenly turned around and smiled at Su Bai. This smile was so eerie and inexplicable that it sent chills from head to toe. The man in black turned around and continued walking. In a moment, he disappeared from Su Bai.
In front of Bai's eyes, Yue Qing didn't notice at all: "I'm so hungry, find a place to eat first, and then go to Brother Tang, Su Bai?"
"Oh, okay." Subai moved closer to Yue Qing.
After the two finished eating, they returned to the antique shop and were surprised to find that the antique shop was brightly lit. Normally at this time, it would have been closed and the lights turned off. Tang Sancheng and a young man wearing thick glasses were waiting there.
When the two came back, the young man stood up and said, "Hello."
"This is the teacher I invited for you. Get to know Vincent. He is the youngest archaeological expert in the country. He is very knowledgeable about folk tomb robbing. There is nothing unclear about the northern and southern schools. Next, you will receive intensive training from him.
." Tang Sancheng looked at the two people with strange expressions: "What happened?"
Yue Qing glanced at the man wearing thick glasses. He had a gloomy face. Although he was polite, he had no vitality and was lifeless because the thick glasses blocked his eyes. His facial features were very ordinary and he could not remember them.
He could only be called a man by his name. Tang Sancheng said: "It's okay. Senter has also experienced many bizarre things. It's okay for you to say so."
This kind of thing was left to Suba, who had strong expressive skills. Suba described it in detail. The expressions of Tang Sancheng and Vincent were not very good. Vincent was especially excited. He held hands tightly.
Tang Sancheng was wearing his pants, and the veins on the back of his hands were popping out. Tang Sancheng asked with concern: "Sent, what's wrong?"
"Exactly the same." Vincent murmured: "It's exactly the same as what happened back then."
"Exactly the same refers to the way these four people died today?" Su Bai asked: "This, Teacher Wen, can you explain it in more detail?"
Vincent stood up with a whoosh. He suddenly took off his glasses, kept pinching his eyes with both hands, and his breathing became rapid. Tang Sancheng realized that the situation was not good, so he pressed his shoulders to let him relax: "
Senter, adjust your breathing and take your time."
It took a full ten minutes for Vincent to calm down. He raised his head and said, "That's how Naihe died at the beginning."