Just when Fangzheng was thinking,
The old god stick cat went to a corner and secretly made a phone call.
Within a few minutes, I saw the old god stick returning with a dark and uncertain face.
"What?" Fangzheng looked.
The old magic stick wanted to cry but had no tears: "Just now the old security guard in the quarry called the old Daoist me. The incident of the continuous death that the quarry has been covering for a long time has happened."
"The shareholders of the quarry were taken away by the police, and even Manager Yu of the quarry was rewarded with a pair of silver bracelets by the police."
"Old Daoist, I almost lost my life in that cave last night, but in the end, all the 100,000 laisees were wasted. This trip was a big loss."
Fangzheng had some sympathy for the old magic stick.
Li Laosan and his wife were killed here, and the person in charge of the quarry was taken away there. The old god stick didn't get a penny.
Just when the old magic stick was depressed, a policeman glanced at the old magic stick from time to time.
"Uncle policeman, what are you looking at?" The old magician wondered.
Policeman: "..."
Don't make trouble.
With a big nephew like you, I'm afraid I'll lose my life.
The police did not speak, but found someone, Li Laosan's elder brother, and asked him to identify the old magic stick.
Big Brother Li: "That's right, he is the Chen Daxian whom my third brother found."
"When my third brother's house collapsed and my third brother and sister-in-law were unconscious, he was there."
"The day my third brother and sister-in-law died tragically, this Chen Daxian was also present, and that day Chen Daxian was also the first to rush into the room where my third brother was killed."
The old god stick shivered with a face like a chrysanthemum.
He suddenly had a bad feeling.
Sure enough, the old magic stick was surrounded by four or five policemen, all of them stared at him warily.
"Chen Daxian, you are very famous, and there are dead people everywhere you go. There was a homicide in Menqian Village, and you were there; someone died in the Jianshanling quarry, and you were also there. You are now a fugitive suspect who has entered our public security system." list." The policeman looked stern.
"Uncle policeman, old man, I've been wronged. Is there a misunderstanding somewhere?" The old god stick was trembling with fright, and actually entered the list of fugitive suspects in the public security system, his face turned green.
This is a proper standard for wanted criminals.
At this time, Fangzheng was very wise to watch his nose and nose, his nose and his heart, kept silent, and tried to make himself as transparent as possible.
Do not attract the attention of the police.
If even he is on the list of the public security system, he will have a lot of fun.
The policeman's face darkened immediately: "Speak up, I'm only under 40 years old this year, I can't afford to have a nephew like you."
"Call me Comrade Police."
"Uncle Policeman...Comrade Policeman, I have been wronged as an old man." The old god stick cried miserably.
It's okay for anyone to take the crime of murder on himself.
That's the highest criminal case for eating peanuts.
"Tell me, do you want a pair of silver bracelets? Or a pair of silver anklets?" The policeman had a serious expression on his face.
"This... yes, what's the difference?" the old magic stick asked tremblingly.
Police: "Silver bracelets go to the detention center, silver anklets go to prison."
"It's lenient for confession, and strict for resistance. If we find out that you are really innocent, naturally you don't need to wear silver anklets."
In the end, no matter how the old magician defended, he was directly taken away by several policemen. Because the old god stick may be a murderer, he was rewarded with a pair of silver bracelets.
Looking at the old god stick being taken away, Fang Zheng silently mourned for the old god stick for 0.5 seconds... Then, he decisively lifted his legs and left this place of right and wrong.
Now that he stays in Menqian Village, there are no clues to be investigated, and the successive incidents here have attracted the attention of the police, and it is no longer convenient for him to act. Mr. Fu, who behaved unfathomably, might have a solution.
…
When Fangzheng returned to Zhou City from the countryside, it was almost nightfall.
After leaving for three days, and finally set foot on the land of Zhou City again, when Fangzheng got off the bus from the passenger transport center, he felt a little sad for a moment.
Although it was only a short period of three days, too many things happened in these three days.
Both the dead and the cursed...
Thinking of cursing, Fangzheng went straight to Mr. Fu's shop without stopping. He has always been deliberately avoiding Mr. Fu and Butcher Zhang, two insiders who have always been unfathomable in the system. He never took the initiative to find them, except this time, because the curse on his body made him feel like a stick in his throat, bringing an urgent crisis feel.
When Fangzheng looked for Mr. Fu, he saw Butcher Zhang appearing in Mr. Fu's shop again today.
Doesn't Butcher Zhang have a nightlife
The only nightlife that seems to be, is Mr. Fu
When Fang Zheng's figure appeared in Mr. Fu's shop, Mr. Fu was burning paper money in a brazier at the door.
At the same time, special soul energy +1.
A wisp of green soul energy rose from Mr. Fu's body, and Fang Zheng was surprised and delighted.
As soon as Fangzheng appeared, Mr. Fu at the door, and Butcher Zhang who was sipping baijiu with braised pork head in Mingdian all stared at Fangzheng.
Suddenly becoming the focus made Fangzheng a little uncomfortable.
Fangzheng was terrified: "Why, what's wrong?"
Mr. Fu still had that dead face, with no expression on his face, and continued to squat beside the brazier to burn paper money and pay homage to the dead souls, without saying a word.
"This brother and sister are very suitable for you." After Zhang Butcher finished speaking, he continued to pour the white wine and braised pork head meat in front of him.
Fang Zheng's face turned dark on the spot.
Brother and sister peat.
It matches well with peat.
Fangzheng was depressed, then looked at Mr. Fu who was burning the paper money, and asked curiously, "Mr. Fu, who is the paper money for this time?"
Fangzheng remembered that the last time Mr. Fu burned paper money was the first time he met Mr. Fu. It was because four young girls were playing a psychic game and they were targeted by an evil mirror spirit. one slip...
"The most taboo of going to a grave is to pay homage to the wrong grave. When you know that when you go to the grave, if you worship the wrong grave, what will happen?" Mr. Fu asked without answering, still with that expressionless dead face.
Fangzheng: "..."
Reading physics is like a fog, physics is like a fog, ignore it, physics... Fangzheng is in this mood at the moment.
I want to know,
My name is Fang Zheng.
I just changed my surname to Lin Zheng...
Before Fangzheng could answer, Mr. Fu had already opened his mouth: "Not long ago on the Ching Ming Festival, there was a man who worshiped the wrong ancestral tomb. When he met a ghost, the wrong one was an ancient tomb that didn't even have a rotten tombstone."
Fangzheng tentatively asked, "Is this difficult?"
Mr. Fu continued blankly without answering the question: "During this period, corpses were constantly appearing in the hospital morgue and cremation ground. When he was discovered a month later, he had already eaten more than 20 corpses raw."
"Even if the contents of his body are expelled now, he cannot be saved. He has become used to eating dead human flesh, and his nature has changed. He will continue to eat dead human flesh in the future, and eventually he will develop into eating living human flesh."
"I'm paying homage to his dead soul, so don't go to the wrong grave again when you go to the grave."
Fangzheng was taken aback.
Mr. Fu is admitting in disguise that this person died in his hands in the end
So today we are paying homage to this dead soul
It's no wonder that when he saw Mr. Fu, he got a wisp of special soul energy...
(end of this chapter)