When Jiaobai was sitting in the classroom, all the character information on the barrier card he used appeared in front of Qi Yilao.
Birth, infancy, childhood, adulthood, university, parents’ divorce and reunion, medical examination reports… nothing is left out.
Qi Yiliao flipped through the documents in his hand faster and faster, with a shadow between his brows becoming more and more violent. He threw all the documents and file bags onto the table in vain, and a few words flowed out from his pale lips: "Is everything ok?"
Zhang Zhen, who was sitting opposite the desk, picked up the file bag, poured out the stack of papers inside, and looked at them one by one.
It is shown in black and white that this student has a complete growth experience, whether in terms of family, life, studies, or social circle.
"Third brother, you are not doubting..."
Zhang Zhen glanced at his third brother's expression. He held the information between his fingers and said in a trembling voice, "Bai Bai's soul is in this student, right?"
Just then, Qi Huai's voice came from outside the office, and he wanted to report today's schedule.
"Put everything aside." Qi Yiliao drank a sip of the cold sugar water. It felt like there was something foreign blocking his throat that couldn't be flushed away.
When Qi Huai outside the door heard this, a hint of deep thought flashed in his eyes behind his glasses. He stood there for a moment, then turned around and left with his notebook.
There was no sound in the office.
Qi Yiliao sat on the leather chair and clicked on the surveillance footage of the intersection last night.
Zhang Zhen was hesitant to talk. Last year, his third brother wasted a lot of manpower and resources. He sent people to towns, old city areas, mountains, and even abroad and borders, but still got nothing.
At the beginning of this year, the third brother began to pay attention to those who had accidents, were injured and unconscious, or had a sudden change of temperament this year... A few months later, he focused his attention on all medical schools, hospitals, Mingyuan Temple, and those people in Baibai's social circle, even Shen Ji, who he thought was hiding well.
Unable to rule it out and afraid of missing any clues, I had no choice but to monitor them all.
It was clearly like looking for a needle in a haystack, and despite repeated disappointments, the third brother never gave up.
Zhang Zhen turned from a sober person into a madman. He began to believe in the plot of reincarnation in movies, that when a person dies, he will possess another body.
Even children know that such plots are fictional and fake.
But the third brother was dreaming, so he followed suit.
Zhang Zhen heard his own dazed voice: "Third brother, this student can't be Bai Bai. Even if he can't recognize me for some reason, I don't feel familiar with him at all."
Qi Yilao clasped his hands to his lips and squinted his eyes to watch the surveillance camera.
Zhang Zhen put the information back into the file bag and emphasized his thoughts: "Bai Bai had an accident last fall. Chen Wang went to school, worked, and socialized normally during that period. There was nothing unusual in the whole year."
Qi Yiliao put his index finger joint against his lips: "Azhen, you already had self-awareness before you saw the information."
Zhang Zhen paused but did not refute.
Without knowing anything about a person's personality, knowledge, or cultivation, people judge a person based on their appearance when they first meet him or her.
Given the same similar personality, ugly body and good-looking body, he would tend to think the latter is his younger brother.
This is his instinctive preference, without much rationality. He feels that everything about his brother should be good, including his appearance.
Zhang Zhen received a few photos from his friends. The person in the photo looked more like Bai Bai than Zhi Yi did before. He was the one who looked most like Bai Bai. He was so excited that he came to the table and pressed his upper body on it: "Third brother, look at this!"
Qi Yiliao turned his gaze to the screen of his mobile phone.
"It's Bai Bai, right?" Zhang Zhen's dull complexion flushed abnormally. "My friend has traveled to many places across the country and played all year round. I didn't hold much hope, so I asked him to keep an eye out. I didn't expect he would run into Bai Bai. I'm going to pick him up now..."
Qi Yiliao said, "It's not him."
Zhang Zhen was stunned: "But they look very similar..."
"Third brother, look at this photo. From this angle, it looks exactly like Bai Bai." Zhang Zhen fell into a nervous state, "Take a look."
"No matter how similar he is, he is not." Qi Yiliao straightened the laptop that was knocked crooked by Zhang Zhen. He had finished watching the footage at the intersection and now started watching the footage during the hospital visit. Zhang Zhen rolled his eyes. The student in the surveillance video was ugly and mediocre. From head to toe, nothing could pass the test. How could he be his brother
"What you see with your eyes is not necessarily true." Qi Yiliao said indifferently.
Zhang Zhen's face changed again and again, and soon it became just a piece of hollow skin. He felt dizzy, his stomach ached, and he felt nauseous.
That's not right. Bai Bai is gone. He personally carried the body into the coffin. What is he doing...
I have a headache. Did I miss taking my medicine this morning
Take the medicine first, you will be fine after it, Zhang Zhen staggered out.
When the monitoring progress bar reached the end, Qi Yiliao made a phone call and assigned a team of the most trusted people to sneak into the Medical University.
He had a hunch that his little bobcat had returned.
It comes into the world wrapped in a new skin, but once caught by him, that skin will be shed.
Once you catch it, break its wings and see how it can still fly.
That's all.
It is better to keep the wings. If they are broken, his soul will wither.
Qi Yiliao stood up and walked into the lounge. He lay down on the bed, took out the Buddha amulet from his shirt with his fingers, and finally took it down and placed it on the cabinet.
The amulet carries the warmth of his heart, waiting for someone who will return soon.
Jiaobai saw Ran Ye after school at noon. He was not surprised at all, as this was the follow-up to his "bye-bye" last night.
Otherwise, Ran Ye wouldn't have come to school to find him.
There was no reason for "Chen Wang" to run up the mountain to ask his cousin to tell his fortune.
Opportunities are hard to come by.
Ran Ye drove Jiao Bai to Mingyuan Mountain and entered his own Zen temple.
Jiaobai remained curious and puzzled all the way. When Ranye asked him to sit in the seat he sat last time, he said, "Cousin, why did you bring me to the temple? I have many classes in the afternoon."
A lottery box was delivered.
Jiaobai's mouth twitched. This master had entered the mortal world, had more emotions and desires, and his style of doing things was much simpler and rougher.
"You want me to draw lots?" Jiaobai wondered, "What's wrong with me?"
Ran Ye took off his hat, revealing his smooth and round head: "Last night at the station, I saw blood lingering between your eyebrows, so I wanted to tell you a fortune."
Jiaobai secretly rolled his eyes and said, "Really? Then cousin, you must help me take a good look!"
Ran Ye handed the lottery tube to him and said, "Take one."
Jiaobai reached out and pinched a stick. He caught Ranye staring at him from the corner of his eye. He said in a nervous tone, "Cousin, am I in big trouble?"
Ran Ye opened his palms to him.
Jiaobai put the lot on. No matter whether it was drawn by "Chen Wang" or by himself, the lot was not simple.
Ran Ye looked at the sign in silence for a long while.
Just as Jiaobai was about to speak, a shout was heard from the Zen temple. The voice sounded very familiar. Before he could react, he saw the door of the Zen room was kicked open and a red figure appeared at the door against the light.
Her long hair was draped over her soft and neat shoulders, and her snow-white legs and ankles were revealed under the bright red skirt.
"Jiang Yan." A name popped out on Jiaobai's tongue.
"You bald fool, I asked you to touch me but you refused, and you thought I was dirty. I made an appointment with someone else, but you came out to seek attention and even locked me in the room. What on earth do you want?" Jiang Yan kicked up a futon and put his legs on the low table in a very bold posture.
"Amitabha." Ran Ye put down the sign and went over to pull down his skirt to cover the large white area on his body.
"Hypocrisy." Jiang Yan just realized that there was a third person present. He sneered, "What are you looking at? Have you ever seen a man wearing a skirt?"
Zizania latifolia: “…” One year later, the peppers became even spicier.
"Boring." The bright light in Jiang Yan's eyes and eyebrows faded, and he turned and left.
"Don't you want to pray for your friend's soul?" Ran Ye said clearly.
Jiang Yan stopped and turned around to see the third person in the Zen room still looking at him. It was funny, but he didn't know what he was looking at. The next moment, his pupils shrank slightly.
The brother revealed a pass to the Medical University from one of his pockets.
Jiang Yan raised her red lips. It's the Medical University, the school where Jiao Xiaobai studied. He changed his attitude and flirted with her, "Brother, go find a bald donkey to tell your fortune. Don't do it. You can't tell your fate. The more you tell, the lighter it gets."
Jiaobai glanced at Ranye: "Cousin, this is..."
"You go back to school first." After Ran Ye said this, he looked at him with an ambiguous look and then looked away in an instant.
After Ran Ye found the scriptures for Jiang Yan and asked him to copy the books with peace of mind, he returned to the Zen room. The stick was gone. He stood in front of the desk for a long time without moving.
After a long while, Ran Ye, with a wandering mind, sat on the cushion and entered into a state of meditation.
The lot was sent down the mountain and delivered to the hands of the head of the Qi family. It stayed between his fingers for a second or two before he handed it to an old man.
The old man looked at the fortune sticks, his cloudy eyes fixed, and he quickly flipped through the fortune-telling books in his bag. After flipping through several books, he came to the conclusion: "It really is impossible to predict."
Qi Yiliao raised his eyes and asked, "What is the reason for this hexagram to appear?"
The old man lowered his voice, put his hand to his mouth, and said mysteriously, "The secret of heaven cannot be revealed."
Qi Yiliao waved his hand.
The subordinate standing not far away came over with clenched fists.
"It is rumored that the person in charge of the Qi family does not like blood, has an approachable temperament, respects the elderly and loves the young, and possesses the traditional virtues of the Chinese people... Don't hit people in the face, I still have to rely on my face to make a living!" The old man stepped back, his skinny body pressed against the wall.
"I don't like blood." Qi Yiliao flicked his suit in front of him and smiled elegantly, "So I'm going out."
Old man: “…”
"I'll tell you, I'll tell you!" He gave in before the big bodyguard made a move and refused to play anymore.
The subordinate quickly stepped back and left, not daring to listen to another word.
Qi Yiliao picked up the lot on the table and played with it nonchalantly: "Go ahead."
The old man carefully described the situation of the hexagram, then walked away leisurely carrying his cloth bag.
The sign broke into two pieces at Qi Yilao's finger, and the sharp end pierced into his palm. Blood dripped down, but he was completely unaware.
There is only one possibility why a living person's fortune cannot be calculated: his life is suppressed by some kind of magnetic field, and if he cannot escape, he is a living dead, neither dead nor alive.