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"Look up where Maya came from." Cai Wen immediately instructed a supervisor.

However, looking through all the registration files of the divination competition, only Maya's share was missing. Not only that, but when Cai Wen searched the entire divination contest database, the same situation happened again.

"Maya doesn't have any records on file." Cai Wen didn't know whether to be surprised or worried.

A person with no record at all, a person who may not belong to the world of public opinion at all, is involved in this global competition. This does not bode well in any way.

However, the clue was broken, and even Cai Wen was helpless.

Continue back to the scene of the Global Divination Competition.

The rematch seems to be much simpler than the first match. There are no complicated puzzles, and there doesn't seem to be any danger. Each contestant received a red envelope containing ten yuan. It's simple, make money with it, and whoever has the most wins.

That sounds pretty good. Because divination can predict many things, as long as you grasp the opportunity, it is definitely not difficult to earn a vote.

Zeng Yifan didn't find it difficult, it was nothing more than that he couldn't speculate, couldn't break the law, couldn't harm people, couldn't take advantage of the fire to rob, and couldn't ......

"Life is in movement, money is in flow." Zeng Yifan walked leisurely on the side of the road, "If you want to make money, you can't wait for pie to fall from the sky." ”

He is not walking aimlessly, Zeng Yifan's direction is the west, the west is the exchange position, the five elements belong to gold, and it is advisable to seek wealth. Of course, if you can make money just by walking around, the world's richest people should fill the Pacific Ocean.

Nearby is a bustling business district, and the streets are as lively as they are at night. It's just that there are often many kinds of excitement, some are ordinary and some are unusual, just like the one on the street corner in front of it, which is unusual.

For Zeng Yifan, it has always been a boring thing to join in the excitement and see the freshness, but now he has to care about this unusual excitement.

There was a group of people around the corner, pointing and talking, and a few of them sighed with emotion.

Surrounded by a gray-haired old lady, dressed in a jet-black padded jacket, half-lying and half-leaning against the wall, was counting what was falling there with tears and snot. There were strange objects left around her, small square planks, small bamboo baskets, wooden slippers, a few coarse porcelain jars and jars, and a large cloth bag. What's even more outrageous is that there is also a puddle of rice on the ground, which makes people look dazzling.

"What's wrong with this old lady?"

"I don't know, it may be that I lost my money, or it may be that the child is unfilial and ran out by himself."

"It's hard to say, you listen to the words she cries, what shouldn't be asked, shouldn't be taboo, maybe you're a madman."

There are more and more people pointing and commenting, but none of them are willing to go up to help, for fear of getting into unnecessary trouble.

Also, who knows what's going on, in case the old lady is a liar, you kindly stepped forward to help, and was immediately beaten by her, relying on some medical expenses or something, isn't that uncomfortable for yourself?

Zeng Yifan glanced at the old lady twice, turned his gaze to the white rice on the ground, paused slightly, and immediately squeezed away from the crowd and stepped forward.

"Hey, that's nosy."

"The old lady's son, right?"

"It's okay to find trouble, just wait to be hacked."

In the words of schadenfreude, Zeng Yifan quickly packed up the objects on the ground and put them all into a large cloth bag, but he was careful not to touch the piece of white rice on the ground.

After cleaning up, he put on the cloth bag on his back and picked up the old lady who was still crying wildly, but his way of helping people was very special, his left hand pinched the old lady's vein, and his right hand held it on the back of her neck. Seeing that there was no more excitement to see, the crowd of onlookers immediately dispersed, and Zeng Yifan helped the old lady to walk to the side street.

It's strange to say that Zeng Yifan helped him so much, and the old lady's crying was much smaller, and after Zeng Yifan walked a few steps, she was completely silent. There was no sound, but the old lady didn't leave, stopped and looked around, and then stared at Zeng Yifan, with an indescribable suspicion on her face.

"Boy, who are you?!" The old lady was full of hostility and said, "How did you get me here?!" ”

The old lady judged the two of them one after the other, as if the one who was crying on the ground just now was not her at all, and the meaning of those words was obviously that Zeng Yifan wanted to be unfavorable to her.

Zeng Yifan didn't explain, didn't speak, took out a small bamboo basket from the cloth bag, rushed down and patted it hard, and a few grains of rice sandwiched between the bamboo strips fell to the ground.

The old lady seemed to care about the rice grains very much, and as soon as she saw the landing, she quickly squatted down to pick them up, but as soon as her fingers touched the rice grains, her body immediately trembled.

"This grain of rice shouldn't be your own." Zeng Yifan happily handed over the big cloth bag, "This divination competition is mixed, you old man should be careful." ”

The old lady swiped the few grains of rice fiercely, as if she had figured out something, and then nodded gratefully at Zeng Yifan, and reached out to pick up the cloth bag.

"No thanks, young man." The old lady said in a tone of rivers and lakes, "If you have the opportunity, you will definitely repay it." ”

"Respect the old and love the young, this is a common thing, don't worry about you when you're old." Zeng Yifan scratched his head.

"I can't imagine that in such a cruel game, there is a kind person like you." The old lady sighed, "No wonder there are three winners in the first group." ”

Generally speaking, as soon as the old lady's chatterbox is opened, it must be that the chatter is not over, Zeng Yifan is still in the process of the competition at this time, which will only sound like a waste of precious time.

But he listened, and was quite patient.

Like Zeng Yifan, this old lady was also a participant in the divination contest and was divided into the second group of the preliminary examination. Zeng Yifan didn't know her name, only that others called her "Ask Mi Po". For her, the opponents in this group are not too strong, at least, there is no problem at all to win.

The problem lies in the divination technique that the woman is best at - asking rice.

The common technique is to sprinkle a handful of white rice on the table, and then the handler will slap the white rice and have to say some Shinto words in his mouth. It is said that in this way, you can talk to your deceased relatives, so some people who believe in this thing will ask the rice person and ask their relatives in the so-called "underworld" about something unresolved.

In fact, most of those who ask rice are liars who eat and drink, and asking rice is actually a divination, which is a method of divination. A seven-inch square wooden board is used to ask for rice, and the rice is sprinkled with rice grown by the person asking for rice himself, and even the bamboo basket for the rice is woven by the person who asks for rice.

One of the particulars is that the plank is made of peach, because the peach wood can help the inquirer gather the "quantity" and improve the accuracy of divination; When planting rice, the rice inquirer will input some of his own "quantity" into the rice at each growth stage, so that the obtained white rice will become a special divination tool. As for the purple bamboo used to weave the bamboo basket, it can form a certain protective effect on the white rice contained in it through special weaving, one to ensure that the "quantity" on the white rice will not be easily lost, and the other is to prevent the white rice from being disturbed by the external "quantity".

What she never expected was that it was these white rice that almost made her a crazy woman living on the streets.