Not far from the Great Zen Temple, there is a teahouse, there are not many people, suitable for talking about things.

The old man took Zhou Xiaolong into the teahouse, found a quiet place to sit down, and asked for two cups of green tea.

"Do you know why I didn't look for someone else, but I found you?" The old man said with a smile.

"Because you have eyesight, uncle!" Zhou Xiaolong also smiled.

"Haha, I've been catching thieves for most of my life, as long as it's a person with a bad heart, especially that kind of look, I can see it at a glance, along the way, I saw a lot of magic sticks and liars, but only when I walked opposite you, I could see from your eyes that you weren't lying......"

"Uncle, it seems that I guessed correctly, you are probably the head catcher in the yamen, right?"

"Haha, head catcher, it's really interesting," the old man nodded, "Yes, yes, yes, almost, before I retired, I was the captain of the criminal police brigade of the city bureau, and in ancient times, those who did our job should be called head catchers." ”

"Since you are a person from the Yamen, your skills are naturally not small, why do you want to ask me, a disciple of the Xuanmen, for help?"

"Don't hide this little gentleman, I recently encountered a strange thing, very strange, relying on our criminal police team's method of solving the case, I can't figure it out, so, today I was on vacation, and unconsciously walked to the Great Zen Temple, I want to find a master, consult, so, I met you by chance......"

"Oh, I see, so may I ask you, uncle, what strange things have happened to you?" Zhou Xiaolong suddenly became interested.

The old man sitting in front of him is named Zheng Xuewu, and he likes others to call him Lao Zheng.

Lao Zheng was in the Criminal Police Brigade of the Municipal Bureau, as a captain, and retired last year.

However, Lao Zheng is energetic and can't stay at home, and if there are any cases in the police force, Lao Zheng still likes to follow the mixture and guide the young police officers of the police force.

It is said that three days ago, Lao Zheng came home from the police force, and it was already very late, and it was almost early in the morning.

There is a small alley behind the office building of the city bureau, and in order to take a shortcut, Lao Zheng likes to take this small alley.

There was no moon that night, the black hand could not see the five fingers, the ground did not know when the white mist had risen, the surroundings were cold and gloomy, and there was no figure in sight.

Lao Zheng has been a criminal police officer for decades, and he is very bold, groping his way in the dark and walking forward, but he didn't walk long before he heard someone calling his name behind him.

Lao Zheng's footsteps subconsciously stopped, thinking that he had heard it wrong, but soon, the voice sounded again, a little ethereal, and he couldn't tell if it was a man or a woman?

However, this time Lao Zheng really heard it, and someone was definitely calling his name.

In the middle of the night, who is calling Lao Zheng's name?!

For a while, Lao Zheng's heart was also a little hairy, but Lao Zheng also knew that even if someone called his name, he would never agree.

Why do you say that, this is common sense, and many people know it.

When Lao Zheng was young, he heard the old criminal investigator say in the criminal police brigade that if a person walks at night and hears something calling his name, there is a chance that there are spirits who want to harm people.

For example, some weasel spirits or something, those little goblins have limited mana, and they can't distinguish the strength of the yang energy on the person, if they meet a person with strong yang energy, they generally don't dare to harm them, so they can only use the "roll call" method to test the other party.

People who can hear the shouts are generally in poor health, lack of energy, or congenital Bazi is not strong enough, in short, people with weak yang energy.

As long as you agree, you will expose your own flaws, and you will immediately have to be hooked by the dirty things behind you, and you will be unjustly killed as a stand-in.

The only way to do this is to pretend that you didn't hear anything, and go all the way without looking back.

Lao Zheng stubbornly walked all the way forward, and the thing behind him shouted his name several times in succession, and then there was no movement.

But it didn't take long for Lao Zheng to feel that something seemed to touch his back from behind.

Lao Zheng suddenly shivered, felt a chill to the bone, and goosebumps on his neck rushed straight up.

It's summer, and it's a bad feeling to wear thin clothes.

People who are more superstitious say that normal people have three yang fires in their bodies.

One on top of the head and the other two on either side of the shoulder.

At night, the three yang fires will be automatically lit to prevent those unclean things from harming people.

There is a similar description in the Xuanmen, where there are three fires on the human body, representing blessing, lu, and longevity, as well as essence, qi, and god.

To put it simply, this is actually a kind of phosgene shield of the human body to prevent some yin and evil energy from invading.

But if a person turns around, the three yang fires on the person will be extinguished.

If all three fires are extinguished, the yang energy in the human body will be lowered to a low point, and it will be very dangerous at that time.

However, Lao Zheng didn't care about this, he didn't believe in evil, so he insisted on turning his head to take a look.

But looking at it this way, even if Lao Zheng was bold enough, he was frightened by the thing he saw in front of him.

Just behind Lao Zheng, there was a sphere floating in the air, which looked like a small leather ball, all gray and white, and there were two eyes on it, but the eyes were motionless.

Lao Zheng raised his arm and rounded it, so he slapped the thing, and with a snap, the thing fell to the ground, and it was actually flattened.

Lao Zheng looked down at the palm of his hand, it felt very sticky, and when he raised his nose and smelled it, it seemed to have a smell of glutinous rice and cut cakes.

This...... What the hell is it?!

Lao Zheng carried a flashlight with him, turned on the flashlight and shone it on the ground.

Only then did I see that it was indeed a boiled glutinous rice ball, and the two eye-like things on it were clearly two jujubes, and they were also dates.

This is clearly a piece of glutinous rice cut cake into a large ball, inserted with two dates, it looks a bit like a human head.

However, there is no silk thread on it, how can this thing fly?!

Lao Zheng couldn't figure it out, so he wanted to find a plastic bag, wrap this glutinous rice head, and take it home to study it.

However, just as he was looking for the plastic bag, a wild dog suddenly came out, bit the glutinous rice head, and ran away in an instant.

Lao Zheng wanted to chase it, but the wild dog was gone, so Lao Zheng had to give up.

After this strange thing happened, the next day, Lao Zheng talked about it with several colleagues, and everyone thought, is Lao Zheng old, dizzy, too tired?

You can't blame others for not believing it, a piece of flying cut cake, who to tell it, who will believe it?

Of course, Lao Zheng believed that he was not dazzled, because when he went home to wash his hands, he also found a lot of glutinous rice grains in the palm of his hand.

If it's an illusion, how can you explain the glutinous rice left in the palm of your hand?

Lao Zheng was very concerned about this matter, and checked it on the Internet, and there was nothing on the Internet that could fly to cut cakes.

However, the only similar news is about a kind of magic in the South Seas called Flying Head Descent.

It's just that they are real heads, not glutinous rice dumplings.

Lao Zheng is a criminal policeman, and his profession is decryption.

Moreover, Lao Zheng is still a Virgo, once there is a problem that makes him unbelievable, if he doesn't solve it, he will have a kind of pain in his heart.