The situation outside the store gave me a strong visual impact.

Even though I'm used to seeing corpses and often practice with corpses, I still have a brief blank mind.

After I came back to my senses, I turned to the old road shop and walked quickly to the old road's shop, directly pierced the door panel with the sharpened iron like clay Emei thorn, broke the door latch, and broke into the store, patting the old road to wake up and ask him if he had corpse water.

If the corpse is seen by outsiders, I will be at a loss for words.

Lao Dao once mentioned to me that the state has national laws, and I don't want to be involved in a lawsuit as a suspect.

For my urgent inquiry about the hard break-in, Lao Dao nodded blankly, and hurriedly got out of bed, rummaged through the cabinets, and took out a porcelain vase for me.

I took the porcelain vase and ran out of the store, but, in a short time, there were already people on the street watching the body in front of my store from a distance.

I stopped abruptly, not knowing what to do for a while.

"Who, who did it?" said the old man, barefoot, stunned beyond measure.

"I don't know. I steadied myself and handed the vase back to Lao Dao.

At this point, it is useless for me to have any extra emotions, so I can only walk and see.

"I'm going to help the murderer now?" the old man shuddered and took the porcelain vase and asked for my opinion.

"No, I don't. I waved my hand and refused.

The law does not believe in strange forces, and pays attention to real evidence.

Evidence, of course, does not include the results of the Fuping.

I returned to the shop, first returned the money that Lao Dao sent yesterday, then wrapped my grandfather's booklet in a tarpaulin and put it away with me, and then painted my eyelids with cow tears, moved a small pony to sit outside the door and sat in front of the corpses, picked up a wooden stick nearby and began to help the horseman.

The law doesn't believe in strange forces, I do.

I refuse to do it, but he doesn't have to follow this muddy water.

I already suspect that the corpses should all be from Qing Dai's hands.

She has the most motive for committing the crime.

Planting blame is often more effective than taking revenge with your own hands.

The results of my helper showed that it was indeed Qingdai.

"Who did that?" said Lao Dao, who didn't approach to avoid suspicion, and paced anxiously in front of his shop.

"Qingdai. I answered truthfully.

The result was what I expected, but it was a little disappointing.

Because the corpse was in the same state of death as Granny Huang, I wanted to get some information about the murderer of Granny Huang through Fuping.

Qing Dai would go to great lengths to make the corpses look like Granny Huang's death, undoubtedly having heard about what had happened in the town before, and was intended to make my emotions even more terrifying.

Earlier, Qingbo mentioned that I was the only person alive after the slaughter of the town.

I didn't pay attention to it at the time, because the news was well known in the town.

It turned out that Qingbo and Qingdai actually knew the details of the previous events.

It turned out that the previous killing did not destroy all the people who knew the details of the previous events.

Those who survived were naturally the ones who left on the day of the killing.

If I can find those people, can I find useful information about Granny Wong, about the shop, about who in the shadows?

"This ...... ,Alas,Later, when the police come, you can't tell you all over your body!"

Next, the number of onlookers increased rapidly, and someone called the police.

When men in police uniforms arrived at the scene, they set up a cordon and encircled me and the corpses.

At this time, the mayor of the town hurriedly arrived with people and forcibly dispersed the crowd of onlookers.

There was a trace of black gas oozing from his eyebrows, as if he was possessed by a ghost.

Which ghost?

Qingdai?

I pulled a charm out of my pocket and kept it in my hands, and if the mayor was too direct, I would ward off evil spirits for him.

After the crowd was dispersed, the mayor of the town tried his best to defend me in front of the police, insisting that only the policemen should make a record of my on-site interrogation, and that the policemen were not allowed to take me away.

He even gave me false testimony.

According to what he said, he stayed in my store until almost dawn because he couldn't reach an agreement with me on the compensation for his family last night.

When he left, the body had been placed outside the store at some point.

The appearance of the corpse had already frightened me at a young age, so it was best not to take the police-inspectors too seriously even if they only questioned me on the spot.

"Do you think she looks like she's scared?" The police inspector, known as Team Yan, was very smacked at the mayor's words.

I:......

"She must have a mental disorder. What a poor child. Mayor Mare, sighing and shaking his head, raised his hand to the top of my head, and withdrew his hand halfway through.

"Since you and her saw the corpse at the same time, why didn't you call the police at the first time, why didn't you stay here all the time?" asked Team Yan.

"My wife was about to give birth, and I thought about going back to take a look and come back, but when I went back, her water had broken, so I took her to the hospital first. The mayor replied fluently.

"Which hospital is your wife in?" asked Team Yan again.

Regarding the question of Team Yan's return, the mayor then gave an answer.

Is it such a coincidence?

I heard the mayor mention his wife, and I started to get a little distracted.

At this point, I have basically been able to clear my suspicions.

I haven't even had a chance to answer any inquiries from the police, and the dust has settled.

Who's helping me?

Who is the ghost inside the mayor?

There was an exclamation at this time, and I followed the voice, and the old Taoist who was sitting cross-legged was falling to the ground with a wooden stick in his hand and his eyes closed.

It was his two apprentices who let out an exclamation.

In this situation, I quickly crossed the cordon and walked to the side of Lao Dao.

Lao Dao has died of anger.

"What is he talking about?" I frowned.

The ground was empty, and there was no support.

"Master is glad that you will be able to get rid of suspicion nine times out of ten, and I want to figure out who is helping you. As a result, not only did he not help him to produce anything, but someone also had an accident. Ah Shui replied in a low voice with restraint of sadness.

The so-called helpers are risky, only for those who dare to help them if they know a little about the skin, and they are just entangled by the invited external forces.

Lao Dao, who is a master of Fu Ping, is now dying from Fu Ping, and someone must have killed him.

Could it be that the one who helped me didn't want to be calculated by the old way, so he killed the old way?

I took out a wooden stick from Lao Dao's hand and then helped him, divining who killed Lao Dao.

Although I have repaired the helper, I have never helped anyone in the end.

As I recited the formula, the strength of my whole body was instantly drained, and the sharp pain in my chest spurted blood, and I fell to the ground with a whirlwind.

I saw Ah Shui and his junior brother hurriedly helping me, and before I could react, I passed out in the dark again.

When I woke up again, I had been taken to a small clinic in town on a drip, and my body was back to normal.

It's evening, and there are doctors and mayors in the clinic.

The mayor frowned, smoking cigarette after cigarette.

As I opened my eyes, the mayor snuffed out the cigarette butt and told the doctor to stay outside, and then asked me in a low voice why he had helped me before, and if I had controlled him by some means.

After I didn't answer the mayor's inquiry, the mayor wanted to be angry but tried his best to endure it.

After lighting another cigarette and taking a few puffs, he mentioned that the body in front of my store had been taken away by the police.

I was temporarily cleared of suspicion, but the police will ask me again later.

When the police interrogate me, I'd better not expose his perjury, otherwise it won't do anyone any good.

Also, after I fainted, Lao Dao's two apprentices have died of Fu Ping, and it seems that they are all plotting who killed Lao Dao.

He has had the bodies of Lao Dao and his two apprentices contained in thin coffins, and if I don't wake up tonight, he will have them buried in a hasty manner tomorrow.