Yin Bing saw that the person who fell to the ground was Lao Yu, the male nanny of Boss Zhang's family.

Lao Yu, who was slapped to the ground by Yin Bing, opened his eyes after a while, exhaled a long breath, he looked at Yin Bing, and also asked, "Xiao Yin, why are you here to get involved in this matter?"

Yin Bing helped the old man up, and said a little embarrassedly: "Uncle Yu, I can make a lot of money by catching ghosts, so I want to make some money!"

The old man said with a complicated face: "Oh, why don't you young people know that the sky is high and the earth is thick, the person who took his life before, and you still dare to come!"

Yin Bing changed the subject, "Uncle Yu, there are no ghosts in this house at all, you are the ghost, right?"

The old man looked at Yin Bing silently a few times, and let out a long sigh, "You kid seems to be very unusual, you can actually not be confused by those illusions!

Yin Bing wanted to help Lao Yu to sit down on the sofa, but Lao Yu stubbornly pushed Yin Bing away, slowly stood up by himself, and sat on the sofa.

"Uncle Yu, tell me what the hell is going on? The ghost in this villa is what you pretended, you have killed Boss Zhang and his wife, and two ghost hunters, have you encountered something, but why do you have to use this method to solve it, maybe I can help you if you say it!"

Lao Yu didn't pay attention to Yin Bing, he turned his head to look at the landscape painting posted on the wall, and sighed again, seemingly very depressed.

Yin Bing noticed that the landscape paintings on the wall were dragged from the top to the bottom by him with a mound of cloth, and they were all dirty. In retrospect, he remembered that the pupil had commanded him to leap high and press down on the cloth, and now it seemed that he had been asked to deface the painting. Yin Bing was suddenly startled, recalling that since he had soiled the painting, all the illusions in front of him had disappeared.

Thinking of this, Yin Bing walked to the painting to take a closer look, only to find that in the landscape painting, there was a bamboo forest under the mountain. The stream that flows down from the mountain skirts the bamboo forest, and there is a group of children playing by the stream, and a man wearing a hat fishing not far away.

Yin Bing asked Lingtong in his consciousness: "Lingtong, the medium you said to produce illusions refers to this painting, right?"

"Yes, Xiao Xingze, our luck is so good, we really found it. ”

"So what's next?"

"It's up to you next, speech therapy is your strength!"

"Damn, your Tongcheng mission depends on talk therapy, then you still have a special training fart, find a few people who talk about cross talk and act in sketches!"

"Young man, don't be impulsive, our special training is not to make them listen to you, it is said that this is the completion of the task, but with your current character, you can't leave this old man alone, so you can talk to him!"

Yin Bing also sighed, he returned to Lao Yu's side, sat opposite him, and said, "Uncle Yu, although I ruined your plan this time, I may have helped you." Tell me about you, what's the reason why you have to kill someone?"

Lao Yu looked at Yin Bing and then at the painting, and was silent for a long time before he said, "If there is a better way to solve this matter, why should I do this?"

Yin Bing was relieved when he heard that Lao Yu was relieved, and immediately followed: "Uncle Yu! Sometimes a person's thinking is limited, you tell me, we young people will use the power of the Internet, and there are some grievances that you feel are not good to do in reality, and as soon as public opinion is fermented on the Internet, maybe it will be solved!"

The old man really flashed a glimmer of light in his eyes when he heard Yin Bing's words, and then it darkened again, "This matter is not so easy!"

"It's not easy, you have to say it first, I'm not alone, there are thousands of sand sculpture netizens behind me, oh no, what about righteous netizens, they will all be your strong backing. ”

The old man looked at Yin Bing again, lowered his eyelids, and slowly began his narration.

The old man's life was very bumpy, he lost his father when he was young, he lost his wife in middle age, and he didn't expect to lose his son in old age.

The old man's son is a very sensible and excellent young talent, who started his own business and started a company after graduating from university.

The son is very filial, and usually goes home to accompany his father in addition to work, without any bad habits.

After the company got on track, the business got better and better year by year, and the number of employees expanded from five to 100 people. The old man was naturally very happy, and when he saw that his son had passed the age of his establishment, he persuaded him to marry a wife and have children as soon as possible, and also fulfilled one of his wishes.

The son replied to him with a smile: Don't worry, don't worry, now that I have the financial strength, I can choose a good girl who is kind-hearted and willing to support his father with him.

The old man was very relieved to hear this, and for the first time felt that his life was not too bitter, and he did not have to worry about being old and having no one to rely on.

Five years ago, the old man's son was going on a business trip to Y City in the south to discuss a big business, and he went with Vice President Zhang Quan.

When the old man's son established the company, Zhang Quan lent him 2,000 yuan as funds, and then he came to his son's company as a shareholder and vice president after he became unemployed.

The son never came back, and the police gave the news that he was missing, but the old man knew that his son must have died.

When Yin Bing heard this, he couldn't help but interject: "Why? Why are you so sure, the police haven't found out your son's whereabouts, why are you so sure?!"

Lao Yu suddenly looked at Yin Bing and smiled coldly, "Have you ever lost a relative? The bloodline connection cannot be broken by anything, he is indeed dead, I can't sense him anymore." ”

Yin Bing shrugged his shoulders, not wanting to argue with the old man.

"And what does your son's death have to do with what you're doing now?"

The police said that he and Zhang Quan were staying in the hotel at that time, and the police checked the hotel's surveillance, Zhang Quan went to his room first, and Zhang Quan went back to his room after a while. Later, more than an hour later, he walked out of the room and out of the hotel, took a taxi and left, never to return. Since then, Zhang Quan has taken over the company and has become the current Boss Zhang!"

"Yes, this Zhang Quan is indeed very suspicious, but the police have not found any clues, why do you think that Zhang Quan has anything to do with your son's disappearance?"

"I secretly investigated it myself for five years and really found some evidence. ”

"What evidence?"

"My son's watch, that's the only luxury he has. He bought it when he went to Italy to talk about business, and he bought it for me at the time, and I started to say that I didn't want it, and he insisted that I wear it. Once, when I was wearing my watch to the park for a walk, I was hit by a cyclist and I rubbed a piece of my watch, so I took it off and never wore it again.

That day, seeing that he was going to talk about business, he asked him to wear the watch to increase the chance of success, so he put it on. This is only manifested on Zhang Quan's hand, and the scratch mark on it is still there. ”

"Uncle Yu, this is indeed a clue, but it can't be sure that Zhang Quan killed your son, maybe your son temporarily lent it to him to wear, or maybe he stole it!"

"Also, Zhang Quan, he has almost never been to Y City again!