Yun Qiao couldn't get a divination result using a person's birth date. There were two reasons: the birth date was wrong, or the person had lost his vitality.
The witch cannot capture her vitality, so divination cannot give guidance.
And the human race cannot escape the pursuit of the witch, unless that person has...
Yun Qiao told Huang Qingshu to let him prepare mentally in advance.
If something goes wrong, you have to face it.
After hearing this, Huang Qingshu was stunned for a while, and then told Yun Qiao twice about Huang Dongjun's birth date to make sure that Yun Qiao was not mistaken.
Yun Qiao also felt bad.
Although she was considered Huang Qingshu's student, she didn't have a deep relationship with him because she didn't visit him very often. She and Huang Dongjun were not of the same age and had less contact with each other.
Even so, seeing Huang Qingshu shaking uncontrollably and crying, Yun Qiao could also feel the pain - a white-haired person giving a black-haired person a gift is truly a tragic thing in the world.
Huang Dongjun lost and found again, and was about to lose again. The blow to Huang Qingshu and his wife was devastating.
"Teacher, please cheer up. We need to change our approach to find Dongjun and try our best to find her remains. I also need your support from my master's wife."
Yun Qiao said.
Huang Qingshu covered her face with a handkerchief, but she still couldn't stop trembling all over. She gritted her teeth to keep from crying.
The tears couldn't stop.
Xi Lanting sighed without any trace.
Soon, Mrs. Huang made the noodles.
They are all plain noodles, and there are two poached eggs in one bowl, which is simple and convenient.
But no one has the appetite to eat.
Letting her make noodles is just to distract her.
Yun Qiao and Xi Lanting still cheered up and started eating: the noodles were too salty, and Mrs. Huang probably put salt in them twice in a daze. Mrs. Huang also took a few bites, but she seemed unable to finish them.
Huang Qingshu shed tears silently.
Mrs. Huang also said to him: "Don't be like this, the child can always be found."
Huang Qingshu nodded.
He gritted his teeth and did not dare to let go.
Yun Qiao asked the couple to wait and tell them as soon as there was news; Xi Lanting went back and asked Xi Changan to come over to coordinate and look for clues about Huang Dongjun.
Huang Dongjun often makes excuses to learn painting, where to get off the train, what to do next, who to hang out with, etc.
After three days of searching like a needle in a haystack, someone reported that a female body had been found.
On the day she went to identify the body, Mrs. Huang passed out. Huang Qingshu was mentally prepared in advance and was able to persevere.
"He was killed, shot right in the heart.
There is a pile of coal in the corner of the alley, and no one digs in there on weekdays, so I didn't see it."
Huang Dongjun was killed and his body was thrown away.
As for why, Huang Qingshu and his wife knew nothing. They didn't even know their daughter's recent movements; the police department had some clues.
"Although the deceased was found behind a pile of coal, there was silver-gray magnesium powder between her fingernails. She must have used a camera and taken photos before her death;
There was a piece of glass in the palm of the deceased's hand, which she squeezed very tightly, as if she was clinging to a piece of evidence before she died to prove her injustice to the world.
The grip was too tight, and it took us a lot of effort to break it open. The glass mirror was embedded in the flesh, and it was embedded before death. The murderer probably couldn't break it open, and time was tight, so he forgot about it."
When the people from the Security Bureau told them about these clues, Yun Qiao, his wife and Huang Qingshu were both present.
She asked: "Can the camera be found?"
"It's very difficult. It's just ordinary magnesium powder with no special markings. It's used in all cameras."
"Where's the glass?"
"It's spectacle lenses, but they're ordinary."
Yun Qiao: "...So, there are almost no useful clues?"
"no."
The people at the Security Bureau were a little nervous, "There is another very key clue that may be helpful in solving the case."