Originally, Beiquan planned to use his own method to find the murderer, but after thinking about it, he told the two police officers about the special features of Wang Baotai's birthday.
After the two police officers listened to it, they both showed an expression of disbelief as if they were listening to a strange novel.
"This… "
The younger police officer frowned:
"Does anyone really want to kill someone for such a mess of reasons?"
He stared suspiciously at the picture on the glass wall:
"And... isn't this looking for a needle in a haystack?"
Although this police officer didn't study statistics, he was a good student who graduated from Public Security University anyway, so he still understands probability.
Beiquan nodded: "Yes, it is indeed a needle in a haystack."
Although the ten heavenly stems and the twelve earthly branches are both yin and half yang, each accounting for one-half, but if the eight characters are all yin, the probability is less than 4 in 1,000.
In fact, if Beiquan guessed correctly, the murderer would have to look at far more than just the birth date, but also had to add age and gender restrictions.
In this way, the probability of finding a satisfactory object may be less than 1 in 1,000.
Beiquan stared at the police officer with a pair of eyes, and his chestnut eyes flashed:
"However, Wang Baotai's 'needle' really allowed the murderer to be fished out of the crowd."
The expressions of the two police officers suddenly changed.
"Fuck!"
They looked at the thin man in the big-brimmed hat in the surveillance footage, and the victim sitting in front of him who didn't know anything, and they were even more worried.
"Yup… "
The younger police officer murmured in a low voice:
"The seat numbers of the long-distance buses are allocated in order according to the time of ticket purchase. If the murderer hadn't bought the tickets just three times behind Wang Baotai..."
Another police officer said:
"That's the seat someone deliberately arranged for him."
After speaking, the two police officers immediately turned their heads and went out the door.
After the two police officers left, Beiquan got up and closed the door of the conference room, locking it from the inside.
"Okay, the identity of the murderer is handed over to the police for investigation, and we are responsible for another matter."
he said to the other two in the room.
Qingzhu and Aliu nodded and also stood up.
Qingzhu dragged the conference table in the center of the room to the corner, while Aliu closed all the windows, leaving only a small gap half a knuckle on the one facing north.
Beiquan took out a small bag from his briefcase, tore open the small gap, slowly poured out the powder inside, and drew a white circle on the ground, leaving only a palm-width gap on the north side.
These white powders are stone powders, because they are pure yin materials and have the effect of isolating yin and yang.
In the circle drawn by it, the inner and outer yin and yang cannot communicate with each other, only the small gap left by Beiquan can allow "something" to pass.
Then Beiquan took out another roll of red thread, and tied a "passage" at both ends of the gap in the window, extending all the way to the circle drawn by the stone powder.
Finally, Beiquan placed the incense table in the circle, placed the incense burner, lit the candle, inserted the incense, and nodded to Qingzhu and Aliu again, indicating that they were ready.
A Liu, who usually doesn't talk much, actually smiled at this moment and said jokingly:
"Should we avoid it?"
"No need."
Beiquan also smiled:
"But it would be better if Miss Aliu could lend me the little thing on your wrist."
A Liu smiled softly, took off a gold chain from his wrist, and threw it to Beiquan.
Tethered to her bracelet were two translucent sheets, each the size of a bottle cap, which at first glance looked like white crystals that were not clear enough. But upon closer inspection, the two thin sheets were semi-diamond-shaped, slightly thicker at the front and thin at the end, and turned out to be the scales of some kind of reptile.
Beiquan took out a set of home clothes and put it in front of the incense case. It was the clothes he asked Wang Baotai's parents to wear before, and he put two drops of blood on it - blood from the fingertips of Wang Baotai's parents.
Finally, he pressed Aliu's bracelet on the blood drop, tied a red thread on the scale, and tied the other end to his finger.
After doing all of this, Beiquan flipped his wrist and turned out the Vientiane Pen.
Although the deity of Beiquan is only an old ghost of age, the body he "possesses" is actually only twenty-seven years old. In addition, he was sent to the secret realm of Zhuling shortly after he was born, and he returned to the "worldly" only. in two or three years.
Therefore, the name of "North Spring" himself has not been widely known in the circle of practitioners or alchemists, and there are very few people who have seen him make a move.
At this moment, Qingzhu and Aliu saw Beiquan revealing their natal magic weapon, and their eyes were one of Rin pre-research Zhengli, and they all cheered up and stared at him intently.
Beiquan opened his wrist, and began to draw symbols in the air using blood as a medium.
Unlike Wei Fuyuan and Jiang Nan'an, who knew nothing about spells, Qing Zhu and A Liu were not among the best, but they knew a little bit about the way. It could be seen that Beiquan painted a self-created nested spell. It has the dual effect of evoking the soul and attracting the soul.
"sharp."
A Liu praised softly: "As expected of the master of the secret realm of Zhuling."
After the spell was written, Beiquan patted the blood-red rune on Wang Baotai's clothes.
The spell suddenly turned into red light and melted into the clothes.
At the same time, the blue smoke from the three strands of incense in the incense burner suddenly more than doubled in size, then twisted into a bunch, and floated out towards the gap left by the window.
Qingzhu and Aliu waited for a while.
The red thread that Beiquan tied to his finger suddenly moved.
After a few seconds, he suddenly closed his eyes and fell to the ground with a "dong".
A Liu was startled, and reflexively wanted to go over and take a look. But as soon as she lifted her leg, she was held down by Qing Zhu next to her.
At this moment, Beiquan, who was lying on the ground, suddenly opened his eyes.
"Ah... ah..."
He let out a hoarse cry.
It was not Beiquan's usual voice. Although it sounded equally young, it seemed that he had been crying for a long time, and his voice was hoarse.
"Ah... I'm wrong... so wrong... "
Aliu suddenly understood.
"Wang Baotai."
She called out his name.
"North Spring" climbed up from the ground, looked around in a daze, his eyes circled around, did not stop at Qingzhu and Aliu, and finally turned to the north-facing window, staring at the only gap in confusion.
"I… where am I? Who are you?"
Aliu replied: "My name is Aliu."
"North Spring" asked again: "Where are you? Why can't I see you?"
Aliu said, "But you can hear my voice."
Just now Beiquan drew a circle with limestone to isolate the inner and outer yin and yang, so even if he attached himself to Beiquan, Wang Baotai, who was in the circle, could not see Qingzhu and A Liu standing outside the circle.
From his current perspective, he seemed to be standing in a dense fog. Except for the small floor under his feet, the surroundings were all gray and gray, and he could neither see through nor walk out. There was only one in front of him. The long and narrow path, deep and winding, can't see the end, and I don't know where it leads.
Although Wang Baotai couldn't see Aliu, but Aliu's bracelet was pressed on the object that communicated with him, so he could hear Aliu's voice.
He died tragically for many days, and his soul was scattered in the wilderness, and he has never been able to return.
This was the first time he heard another person's voice, and although he was frightened and confused, he still seemed to have grabbed the driftwood with great difficulty, and exclaimed eagerly:
"Please help me! Please help me!"
"Don't panic."
A Liu's voice was soft, with a vague ending, like a hairspring, blending into the quiet night, with an indescribable sense of mystery and solemnity.
"Tell me, how did you die?"
Hearing this question, "North Spring" burst into tears again.
Yes, Wang Baotai knew that he was dead.
Even reluctantly, it is impossible to come back from the dead.
- But he only lived less than twenty-four years!
Thinking of this, "Beiquan" came out of sadness, and was almost speechless from crying.
"do not Cry!"
A Liu's words were still soft, but his tone became sharp.
Even for a master like Beiquan, being possessed by a ghost for too long is not good for him. Aliu does not intend to give Wang Baotai enough time to vent.
She wants a quick fight and asks for as much information as possible:
"Answer me, how did you die?"
The cry of "North Spring" stopped for a while, and he stood there, looking around in panic, as if trying to find out who was speaking.
It's a pity that no matter how he looks at it, the only thing he can see is the twisting and ghostly path that Beiquan walked through when he was drawn.
"I... I don't know..."
"North Spring" replied in a trembling and confused voice:
"I want to go back to my hometown... I took the high-speed rail first, then changed to a long-distance bus... Then, then... I took a motorcycle at the bus station... "
Aliu asked, "Then what?"
"North Spring" tremblingly replied:
"There was an accident on the motorcycle halfway, the car overturned, and the driver and I both fell... and then... "
His voice choked up:
"And then I died... I know... I, I know..."
With that said, "North Spring" cried again.
A Liu asked again: "How do you know that you are dead?"
"North Spring" cried and replied:
"Something went through my head and I floated... saw... saw my own body... and..."
He paused:
"...and that man..."
A Liu walked to the glass wall, took off the surveillance photo of the man in black, and threw it into the circle drawn by the stone.
"Look, is it this person?"
"Beiquan" was startled when he saw a photo suddenly appearing at his feet, then widened his eyes and nodded vigorously, "Yes! It's this person! It's this person!"
Aliu asked again: "Well, then what?"
"Then the man moved my body into the car and drove away..."
"North Spring" stared at the photos under his feet with eyes mixed with pain, fear and hatred:
"He left 'me' where he was! I can't find my way home! I'm dead! I can't go back!"
The author has something to say: happy cow year! I wish all the readers, little angels, all the best in the new year, all your wishes come true, safe and healthy, and a lot of money! ⊙▽⊙
It's New Year's Day, and the plot is still leaving Beiquan and Xiaowei separate. I'm really sorry. When this part is finished, there will be a big candy!