The Millennium After Dying Young Chapter 180: The art of enlightenment
Wen Hao racked his brains and couldn't figure it out, why would Mao's good looking mirror be broken?
But one thing is clear, he will lose money...
Thinking of this, the young man felt as if thousands of beasts were running past, his face pale.
In fact, Xu Le has never fined him from the beginning to the end, but the fledgling boy always likes to add drama to himself. Using his immature head, trying to substitute into the boss's thinking mode... The result is naturally ridiculous.
Just like now, he easily convinced himself with a sentence "Yes, the mirror was crushed by clothes, and it's none of my business...", and then sat back at the counter with peace of mind, watching people come and go On the main street, continue to imagine some weird things. For example, being "Shenhao System", and then frantically slapped his ex-girlfriend in the face, paying special attention to details.
As for whether you have a girlfriend or not, it doesn't matter.
Some philosophers have said that if there are difficulties, you must overcome them. If you don’t have difficulties, you must overcome them!
While thinking about it in a mess, the boy noticed that there were fewer and fewer people on the street. Looking carefully, he seemed to be running towards the back.
After asking, I found out that something happened in the back street, and there was a lot of trouble.
The young man didn't want to join in the excitement, so he smacked his lips, then leaned over the table and continued to wander. At this time, he has already made up his mind to step on the part of the rich second generation punching the little hooligan. His writing and thinking are flowing like a spring, and his thinking is like a diabetes insipidus, and he can't stop at all.
The young man didn't know that when he was messing around and flirting, the street behind him was already fried.
In front of a small-scale billiard hall, two police cars were parked at this time, with the lights on the roof flashing, and a crowd of onlookers standing in the distance, pointing and pointing, the atmosphere was lively.
Several police officers maintained order in the distance.
In front of the car, a young man was explaining something to the police.
The man is the night shift cashier of this billiard hall. He was supposed to be blowing on the heater in front of the counter to amuse the girls, but now he is a little confused because there is a dead body lying in front of him.
The deceased was wearing a denim shirt, with long hair and a slightly thin body. His whole body was stained with blood, as if he had been soaked in a dye vat, red from head to toe. The forearm of the deceased's left hand was cut off by the sharp weapon Qi Gen, which was shocking.
The waiter recognized this person, he was the gaming madman who lived upstairs, he had greeted him a lot before, and his impression was quite good, he even smoked together and scolded the boss yesterday. I didn't expect that after only one night, the world would be separated, it was like a dream.
A few minutes ago, the waiter was stunned when he watched the police officers carry the **** man down.
After a brief understanding of the situation, the police officer who led the team frowned as he saw more and more crowds of onlookers, and told the waiter to back off, and asked someone to pack a dead body and headed back home. I have seen everything that should be seen, and staying there will only increase the onlookers.
"How is it? Did you find anything?" After the car started, the captain looked at several subordinates with probing eyes, but he didn't really have much hope in his heart. It was discovered a long time ago, and it is impossible to keep it until now.
Sure enough, the little policeman on the spot survey pushed his glasses, hesitated to say: "There is no sign of prying open the doors and windows, and there are all signs that there is no second person in the room from the beginning to the end. Do you think it will be...suicide?"
The captain squinted at him: "Have you ever seen someone who commits suicide call the police?"
As soon as these words came out, the entire carriage was silent, and the atmosphere was a little heavy for a while.
Yes, they only called the police after being notified by their superiors. The victim called the police station.
From the phone description, it can be seen that the victim was being attacked by the murderer when he called, and the situation was very urgent.
Hurrying quickly was still a step too late. When they arrived, the deceased was completely dead and his body was cold.
But after an inspection, a shocking discovery was made—the situation at the scene was completely different from what was imagined, and no one had ever entered the victim's room. It was really a surprise.
What's even more weird is that there were indeed traces of a struggle at the scene, but it would be more appropriate to say that the traces were a struggle, rather that the victim himself went crazy there, because from the beginning to the end, there was only information about him alone.
"Could it be that the murderer is himself?"
Seeing the captain glaring at him, the little policeman felt aggrieved: "Lao Luo said the same thing."
Old Luo is a forensic doctor in the bureau. He has practiced for decades and is very professional.
Based on the direction of the wound incision and the way he held the knife, Lao Luo judged that most of the wounds on the victim's body were caused by himself. Of course, this statement was refuted by the captain on the spot. Who would stab himself when he knew he would die?
This is how obsessed with death!
The most important thing is to commit suicide, just kill yourself, and call the police before committing suicide, what kind of mentality is this? Not to mention that the little policeman couldn't figure it out, the captain was also at a loss.
"Go back first and find out the social relationship of the deceased, and see if we can start from this aspect. People who have been in the billiard hall during that time should check and call the main road to monitor..." The captain began to assign tasks, and everyone rushed Nod your head and write it down.
"By the way, contact the alarm station and send the recording of the call. I really want to know what he said on the phone at that time." That phone call to solve the case, this clue can never be broken.
Wen Hao realized something was wrong after half an hour.
The reason is that a customer came to buy milk tea and asked him why there was a cup on the counter, and whether someone else bought it and didn't take it away. Wen Hao picked it up and shook it, only to find in astonishment that the milk tea in the cup was still full, but it had already cooled down...
This cup of milk tea belongs to Uncle Ming.
Wen Hao clearly remembers that Uncle Ming drank it all in one gulp...
Looking at the night outside the store, Wen Hao suddenly felt a little chill behind him.
Shaking his head to get rid of the messy thoughts in his mind, Wen Hao carefully opened the lid and took a sip.
"Bah!"
As soon as he took a sip, Wen Hao's expression changed drastically, and he couldn't wait to vomit it up. This is not milk tea, it's obviously swill!
The taste is as light as water, with a slightly bitter taste. When you drink it, your nasal cavity is filled with a rotten smell, which makes you sick.
Hurriedly throwing the milk tea into the trash can outside the store, Wen Hao hurried back to rinse his mouth again, and after finishing all this, he returned to sit down at the counter, wheezing and wheezing non-stop.
At this time, he thought of a folk saying.
It is said that ghosts only absorb the essence of food when they eat food, but do not eat the food itself. Therefore, after the ghost eats the food offered by humans, the food itself will not decrease, but without the essence, the food will be tasteless, and people will also eat it. Will not eat again.
"Uncle Ming..." Thinking of Uncle Ming's strange appearance today, Wen Hao couldn't help trembling, if it was true...
This matter was confirmed when he got off work, and judging from the time, when Uncle Ming came to find him, he was already dead.
When passing by the entrance of the billiards hall, Wen Hao's eyes were red. He really didn't expect that he just bought two cups of milk tea, and others would not forget to remind himself even though he still doesn't know why he shouldn't look in the mirror. But he has decided not to take photos from now on.
Looking at Wen Hao's leaving back, at the corner of the street, a certain black figure sighed, and was about to say something, when he heard a "whoosh", the black figure was pulled into the mirror by a snow-white arm inside. Before being completely pulled into the mirror, you can see the black figure in the denim shirt, with fear written all over his face...
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At one o'clock in the morning, the bright moon is like frost.
After Xu Le came out of the headquarters of Nan's Group, he got into the car that Nan Zhendong arranged for him.
There is nothing to say about this night's experience. It is nothing more than Nan Zhendong knowing that he is the master invited by Team Leader Wang. He was so shocked that he knelt down to the uncle. As a low-key handsome man, he is not interested in this kind of pretense and slap in the face, he just mocked a few words symbolically. And in the matter of mocking people, Lao Dao's assists are remarkable. But for Xu Le, this kind of thing is quite boring, so it's worth not mentioning it.
The headquarters of Nan's Group is not haunted, but it did come in before, and Xu Le can see clues from it. At this point, no ghosts showed up, so Xu Le left impatiently. At this time, his daughter was about to come out to collect experience, so he would have no time to play house with Nan Zhendong there.
In order to reassure Nan Zhendong, Xu Le had to tamper with his clothes, saying that it could prevent little ghosts from making trouble, so he even caught a ghost to demonstrate. I was relieved.
The technique of "attraction" is a small method. As the name suggests, it is to use something for self-defense after being enlightened. When he left the customs for the first time, Xu Le enlightened all the things in the house, including socks and trousers. At that time, his house was a **** for ghosts, and he didn't need to do anything when they came in, and the ghosts disappeared immediately.
But in this world, because of his daughter and the special environment at home, in order to avoid unnecessary accidental injuries, Xu Le only made a few changes to his clothes, which is a habit. Before he was sure whether her daughter was a ghost in the true sense, he couldn't dress his daughter in the attired clothes. Since the black cat came, this plan was naturally completely shelved.
Compared to the big sorcery of shooting the soul into the object, the technique of enlightenment is simply a child's science, but it is practical.
The place where Xu Le got off the car was not at the door of his house, but outside the milk tea shop.
After bidding farewell to the driver brother, he pushed open the store door, walked to the clothes hanger without squinting, took off his coat, looked at the cracked mirror below, and frowned.
During the whole process, there was no unnecessary movement, and he didn't even turn on the light, as if he knew that there was such a mirror a long time ago.
And the fact is exactly the same, the attuned things are inextricably linked with the body, once there is a situation, he can know it instantly from thousands of miles away, and the anti-theft function is extremely strong!
He had already sensed the situation in the previous milk tea shop, but he didn't pay attention to it because the fluctuations were extremely small, but he still came over to take a look out of the thought of being careful to sail for thousands of years, but he didn't expect it to be one side Mirror, really unexpected.
However, this made him feel more confident and relieved. If it's just a mirror demon, it's nothing to be afraid of.
After putting on his coat, Xu Le was about to go out, but he heard a coquettish sound from outside the house: "Bold brat, let me go quickly, or your front teeth will be knocked out!" The voice was extremely clear and full of childishness.
Hearing this voice, the image of a little guy standing on the bridge with a whip in his hand, yelling majestically at the female ghost under the bridge jumped out of Xu Le's mind, and he couldn't help being taken aback.
After reacting, Xu Le's face turned serious, and he quickly jumped out of the shop.
Since dealing with the underworld, not to mention ghosts, those executives in the underworld are very polite when they see Xu Beibei. Xu Le can't think of anyone who would be so bold and dare to break ground on her daughter!
Thinking of this, Xu Le floated into the air without a sound, and looked in the direction where the sound came from.
After seeing clearly what happened, his face sank instantly.
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Last night, I fell asleep on the keyboard while writing. I dreamed that Xiuxian broke out in 10 chapters. I was so happy, but I woke up and saw the beginning with only a few hundred words. I almost burst into tears. Don’t hit me~~o(> ;_<)o~~