"Old man, I want to ask you something."
Beiquan brought a bench and asked Uncle Wang to sit down and talk.
Uncle Wang sat down tremblingly with his walking stick, "You, you can ask."
Beiquan squatted down in front of him, so that the old man could see his eyes without looking up.
"Do you remember how you fell?"
Uncle Wang thought that Beiquan was going to ask about his youngest son, but he didn't expect the other party to care about him.
He nodded blankly:
"Remember, remember."
Uncle Wang replied:
"The other day I thought of playing chess at the old Zhangtou's house, but as soon as I left the yard, I felt that someone pushed me behind my back..."
Beiquan confirmed:
"You think someone pushed you?"
Uncle Wang was stared at with such serious eyes by this handsome young man, and somehow felt a little embarrassed.
"Actually... I know, that day I went out to my yard alone, and there was no one behind me... How could someone push me... "
He lowered his eyes in embarrassment:
"But I just felt... as if someone pushed me hard, and then I fell face down!"
Uncle Wang was afraid that Beiquan would not believe it, and eagerly added:
"My wife said that I was tripped by the threshold! But, at that time, everyone was out of the yard, and my feet were firm. How could I be tripped by the threshold!"
Beiquan turned his head to look in the direction of the courtyard gate, and had a vague guess in his heart.
Then he continued to ask: "So, when did you wake up this time?"
When Uncle Wang heard this, he let out a long sigh:
"I don't know anything since I fell... I woke up two or three days ago..."
The old man couldn't help but start wiping tears:
"My wife told me... our old son was murdered... Bao Tai is dead... dead!"
Then Uncle Wang cried and said that he didn't expect to live to this age, and he would have to send a black-haired man to a white-haired man. An accident would happen to the old son. Could it be that the wrong person was caught? Damn it should be himself.
Beiquan didn't rush to continue the question, but let the old man cry enough before asking the third question:
"Old man, do you remember who you saw in the days before you fell into a coma?"
"What's the meaning?"
Uncle Wang blinked in confusion, "This... my wife, and the villagers... I see you every day..."
At this time, Qing Zhu interjected:
"Have you met anyone other than relatives, friends and people in the village?"
He emphasized:
"Especially strangers you've never met before."
Uncle Wang was stunned for a moment when he was asked, and there was confusion and panic on his face.
He grabbed his cane and thought hard for a long time.
"This... I went to the county to buy rice, noodles, grain and oil last month, but my son-in-law and daughter-in-law drove me there... Does that count?"
Qingzhu nodded, "What else?"
"And then... a new teacher came to the primary school in the village. I invited her to dinner with some brothers from the village committee... "
Uncle Wang continued to ponder:
"Oh, and also, there was a person from the county that day, and he said that he would do something for the elderly in the village, some system, and go door to door to register the information..."
After Beiquan, Qingzhu and Aliu asked Uncle Wang, they asked the Wang family for two relics of Wang Baotai, and then they were about to leave.
When walking out of the courtyard, Beiquan deliberately carefully observed the threshold of the Wang family, and soon found the tricky.
"It really is here."
He crouched in front of the threshold, opened the suitcase, and took out a thin black long iron needle.
The slender tip of the iron needle penetrated into the gap in the wood on the threshold, pulled it a few times, and picked out a dirty torn piece of paper.
Beiquan put the piece of paper into a handkerchief and handed it to Qingzhu and Aliu.
The two policemen accompanying them were also very curious and couldn't help but lean over together.
It was a piece of black paper with only the length of the tail finger and a width of no more than two centimeters. It was torn in half diagonally from the center. Some incomprehensible ghost symbols were written on the paper with some kind of dark yellow paint.
"This… "
Younger police officers also watched some weird movies when they were students. At this time, a flash of inspiration occurred and they guessed roughly:
"Is this head down?"
Beiquan said with an "um": "It's really similar."
He paused, then added:
"The old man of the Wang family was brought down by this talisman."
"But the murderer's target is obviously not Mr. Wang."
The green candle on the side said:
"That person just wanted the old man to suffer a serious illness, and then used this reason to lead Wang Baotai home."
The older policeman didn't seem to be able to accept these explanations, staring at the tattered black talisman with a hesitant expression:
"But... why did the murderer be so bewildering?"
After the question, he patted his forehead again and asked himself:
"By the way, of course it's because it's better to do it on the road!"
Beiquan nodded with a smile:
"So, the identity of the murderer is not difficult to find."
He told the two officers:
"Check the monitoring of the long-distance bus again, and see who is in the same bus with Wang Baotai."
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Saturday, August 7th, 6:35pm.
Wei Fuyuan and Jiang Nan'an were sitting in the living room of the small western-style building on the third floor, eating dinner brought by Su Lan's eldest sister.
The young couple, Cai Mingjian and Su Lan, sat opposite them. Although they were also eating, they looked like they didn't know how to eat.
In the early hours of this morning, Wei Fuyuan and Jiang Nan'an chased and lost the shadow, so they could only return to the homes of Cai and Su.
The couple naturally asked in a chorus of voices what happened to them.
Wei Fuyuan and Jiang Nan'an could only temporarily change their rhetoric, saying that their current company is of a special nature, and they often receive some strange commissions, including dealing with some unnatural events.
Although the two of them are not "professionals", they have been working in the company for a long time, and they know some things through their eyes and ears.
"And Xiaowei has yin and yang eyes!"
Jiang Nan'an slapped Wei Fuyuan's back and laughed:
"Last night he found 'thing' in your room and we ran after him."
Cai Mingjian is obviously not so easily persuaded:
"But what if you... catch up?"
"Hi!"
Jiang Nan'an simply took out the coins of the Great Five Emperors tied with red strings from his pocket, "I brought some copper coins from the company that can ward off evil spirits when I went out, I just wanted to try if it worked!"
Su Lan asked again:
"But...you jumped off the second floor..."
Her subtext is, you two are too good too, right
"Hey, Xiaolan, have you forgotten? I practiced kung fu before!"
With that said, Jiang Nan'an stabbed Wei Fuyuan next to him with his elbow:
"Look at his figure, you can see that he has practiced, right! In fact, this kid is still practicing Muay Thai and Maga, so turning the window is not a problem at all!"
Cai Mingjian and Su Lan looked at each other and reluctantly accepted Jiang Nan'an's statement.
"In that case..."
Su Lan timidly looked at Wei Fuyuan:
"You, did you really see that, that...?"
Wei Fuyuan nodded: "I did see it."
In order to gain the trust of the two, Wei Fuyuan simply went into more detail.
He gestured with his hands on his waist:
"A shadowy figure in the shape of a human, about this height, the size of a child, with scarlet eyes..."
Wei Fuyuan paused abruptly, looked at Su Lan, and said slowly:
"It's just squatting on the bedside table, huddled up and staring down at you."
Su Lan: "Ah!!!"
The girl screamed and threw herself into her husband's arms, shaking like a sieve.
Cai Mingjian was also quite frightened.
Wei Fuyuan's description is too specific. Even he who has never had a shadow can instantly draw that terrifying picture in his mind. When he thinks that every day after they fall asleep, there will be such a shadow squatting on their bedside, At the end of the bed or in a corner of the room, just waiting to kill them...
"This this-"
Cai Mingjian felt like he wanted to cry too:
"We, what should we do!?"
Jiang Nan'an gave Wei Fuyuan a hundred likes in his heart.
Seeing that the heat was almost over, he struck while the iron was hot:
"I'm afraid that thing will hurt Xiaolan."
Jiang Nan'an looked worried - in fact, he was really worried about his ex-girlfriend:
"Since Xiaowei can see it, why don't we stay here for two more days - at least when it appears, we can drive it away in time!"
In this way, Wei Fuyuan and Jiang Nan'an changed from "guests" to "bodyguards" and lived in Cai and Su's Xiaoyang Building.
The whole day was peaceful, and the shadow never reappeared once last night.
Hearing that last night's ritual didn't work, Su Lan was like a frightened bird at first, restless.
Because she was afraid that something would happen when she went to the toilet alone, she didn't even dare to take a sip of water.
Jiang Nan'an felt distressed. In order to appease her, she could only give her a copper coin to carry with her, saying that it could ward off evil spirits and exorcise ghosts.
However, the Big Five Emperor coins that Beiquan gave them were all specially treated instruments, which were not at the same level as the 9 yuan and 91 items of Xibei that were picked up on Xixi. Comrade Xiaojiang was afraid that the effect of copper coins was too strong to ward off evil spirits, which would make Su Lan. If you take it with you, the shadow might not dare to come.
So the one he gave to Su Lan was a "damaged product" that he threw on Hei Ying last night and was washed away by its yin qi.
Sure enough, after getting the copper coins, Su Lan's spirit improved somewhat, and he began to be willing to drink water and eat.
Cai and Su waited anxiously for a day. Not only did they not encounter any accidents, but the girl didn't even "see" the slightest abnormality. As a result, his attitude towards them became more polite.
"This... Xiao Jiang, Xiao Wei..."
At the dining table, Cai Mingjian deliberately opened a bottle of expensive champagne and poured a glass for each of the two distinguished guests:
"I remember your company doing 'that sort of thing' for people."
He compared a "haunted" mouth shape:
"I don't know... can you help us?"