[The book continues from the above, the last book said that Mu Qingming was only invited away, and the ghost city lord sent a demon road to Mu Qingming and sent them ten buckets of cat urine. Due to the abruptness of the incident, it almost caused a misunderstanding between Mo Han. And Mu Qingming, who followed the police to the scene of Zhu's house, did not feel the demon spirit of the rat spirit from the courtyard after some investigation, but he could determine from the poisonous blood of the corpse that the person was killed by the rat spirit, and also found a small handful of golden retrievers. Drawing it out, Mu Qingming could still sense that there was a trace of demonic energy that was not easy to detect in that small handful of golden retrievers. He was going to take it home and let Miaotian use it to sense the location of the rat spirit. And after sending away the people in the ghost city, Mo Han couldn't help but wonder, and couldn't figure out why the owner of the ghost city offered to exchange sixty catties of gold for the stolen thirty catties of gold? 】

The Zhu family, bathed in the warmer and warmer morning light, is still brick by brick, and there is cold between each pillar and beam. The dead corpse was still lying quietly in the lifeless patio, on the cold stone slab, staring at the white clouds in the sky with wide dim eyes.

And the blood words left by those rat spirits, this little courtyard is full of gloom.

"The Tang family's gold shop was stolen again, and this time thirty catties of gold were lost. When I arrived, I found a handful of golden retrievers in the brick cracks beside the gold chests where the gold was stored. Mu Qingming was still pondering, and Zhao Liang still chattered to him: "I also feel strange, this golden retriever of unknown origin should not appear in a place like a gold shop." Yesterday, I originally wanted to go to you and ask you what this golden retriever was, but the Zhu family was delayed by theft. Now you don't know what it is. ”。

As Zhao Liang spoke, his eyebrows danced involuntarily, and there was a slight smugness in his tone, as if he had finally caught something that Mu Qingming didn't know, which made Zhao Liang feel happy.

Mu Qingming didn't answer, and continued to stare at the golden retriever in his palm, secretly concentrating. Just as Zhao Liang was chattering, he vaguely sensed that the golden retriever in his hand exuded a trace of demonic aura that was not easy to detect.

It is better to say that it is emanating than to be lost.

Although his perception is not as good as Miaotian after practicing hard for hundreds of years. But the golden retriever is close in front of him, right in his hand, and Mu Qingming, who is concentrating, can still sense from the hair that there is still a trace of faint demonic energy.

It's just that because there is not much hair, and it has fallen off from the rat spirit for too long, the demonic aura of the rat spirit has been lost too much, so it has faded. If you don't perceive it carefully, you won't be able to perceive it at all.

Zhao Liang saw that Mu Qing didn't answer, but just stared at the golden retriever in his hand intently, and after seeing it, he suddenly felt that his chatter was very boring, so he had to shut up in recognition of each other.

The courtyard fell silent.

The morning light that broke through the clouds like a golden arrow shone brightly, and the cool morning breeze blew through the small courtyard, sweeping through the corpses in the courtyard, bringing a bloody stench rising to the sky.

Under the poisonous blood, the corpse festers much faster than that of a normal person. The stench emitted from the festering wounds all over the body was even more pungent and unpleasant than the previous corpse stench.

The stench was so stinking that even Xu Lao, who often dealt with corpses, couldn't help frowning, and deliberately moved his steps to try to stay away from those corpses.

"Well, I'm going to take the Golden Retriever back to study it." After a while, Mu Qingming put away his concentration and didn't say anything, just gave Zhao Liang a look, and after signaling Zhao Liang to take the time to go to his house, he turned his head to look at Xu Lao and then said slowly: "Xu Lao, since the deceased died of poisoning, it is better to incinerate the body with fire as soon as possible." ”。

After finishing speaking, Mu Qingming was already solemn in the surprise that suddenly appeared on Xu Lao's face.

He wasn't kidding, he could still detect the poisonous blood of the corpse, which contained strong rat venom. Once the rat poison warms up and decays, spreads from the corpse, and then spreads around the city with the wind, it is no joke.

"The corpse is an important clue to solve the case, and now there are still many questions that have not been solved, and there is no clue to the murderer, why do you want to incinerate the body?" After being surprised, Xu Lao shouted at Mu Qingming.

In an instant, Xu Lao became blushing and thick-necked under excitement.

"It doesn't matter, if you are not afraid that the toxins in it will drift away with the wind and affect other innocent people, then what does it have to do with me how many people died in Kunming City?" Mu Qingming looked at Xu Lao's appearance that was about to burst into thunder and chuckled, pretending to be arrogant and arrogant.

As soon as these words came out, Xu Lao was stunned, and the excitement on his face froze, and then gradually faded.

This old man, who has always been stubborn, serious and rigid, was short of words for a while.

"Old Xu, let's do what Young Master Mu said. Go to the surviving people of the Zhu family and inform them that the bodies must be incinerated. Zhao Liang saw that Mu Qingming's face was not reduced but increased, and he also knew that Mu Qingming was not joking, so he ordered: "I Zhao Liang will bear all the consequences." ”。

Xu Lao was stunned again, it was already very unruly not to notify the bitter master and no longer let him conduct an autopsy, but Zhao Liang, the detective, was also messing around with Mu Qingming.

It really made Xu Lao also surprised, and looked Zhao Liang up and down with a puzzled gaze. After Zhao Liang looked at him, he nodded slowly, and motioned for Xu Lao to do so.

It's really an official who crushes people to death, Mu Qingming still dares to argue when he speaks, and he dares to talk back with confidence, but since Zhao Liang has spoken, Xu Lao doesn't dare to say anything, so he has to snort in a deep voice, and then nod his head and agree......

The cold wind is whistling and whistling away in the Shala Alley, and the cold brought by it has always wandered in the quiet alley.

After sending off the people from the demon path and the ghost market, Mo Han took a long breath, closed the open courtyard door, and turned around towards the courtyard.

After not taking a few steps, Mo Han couldn't help frowning and slowing down.

Fang Cai told her that the lord of the ghost city heard that a gold shop in the city had lost thirty catties of gold the day before yesterday. The owner of the ghost market deduced that it might have been the work of a rat spirit who was good at stealing.

And proposed that since the dragon lock people are going to cooperate with the cat general to arrest the rat spirit together, then if the gold is really in the hands of the rat spirit, I hope that the dragon lock people will not hand it over to the police first, and take it to the ghost market to trade with the ghost city owner first.

Thirty catties of gold, the ghost city lord is actually willing to pay sixty catties of ordinary gold to buy. Even if he returned the thirty catties of gold lost by the gold shop to the gold shop, then the Mu family still secretly earned thirty catties of gold.

That's not a small amount; Mo Han was suddenly confused in his heart, and he didn't know why the ghost city lord would be willing to spend such a high price to buy such a bad thing as Jinjin?

Standing in the patio, Mo Han's brows furrowed in the morning light.

Just as she was puzzled, there was another knock on the courtyard door, interrupting her thoughts.

Mo Han immediately sensed the aura of Mu Qingming outside the door, but he still habitually asked, "Who?" Then he walked over to the gate.

opened the courtyard door again, and sure enough, he saw Mu Qingming standing alone outside the door. Mo Han was overjoyed, and after welcoming Mu Qingming in, he closed the courtyard door again, and followed Mu Qingming to the kitchen. By the way, the ghost city lord sent a demon to send cat urine and buy gold, and he told Mu Qing Mingzai carefully and carefully.

"Isn't it strange, you say?" After arriving in the kitchen, Mo Han, who gave Mu Qing a hot breakfast, asked again after saying those things.

In the kitchen of the wooden family, the flame rises in the stove, the broth in the iron pot is boiling, and the aroma overflows in this kitchen, which has only one door and window, and is a little dim.

Mu Qingming didn't eat a bite of breakfast before he was invited away by Zhao Liang's men. Mu Qingming, who was already hungry at this time, didn't care about answering his wife's confusion at all, but first took the breakfast handed by Mo Han, hurriedly stretched his chopsticks into the bowl and turned around, detoured the rice noodles in the bowl to the chopsticks, blew it indiscriminately, and stuffed it into his mouth.

The strong aroma of the bone broth made Mu Qingming's index finger move, and he took a few sips of the refreshing and smooth rice noodles, and drank the fragrant and smooth soup before he opened his mouth and said to Mo Han, who was sitting next to him and was extinguishing the fire on the stove: "The gold can effectively absorb yin qi, but it can also be used to absorb resentment and anger, so it can also be used to calm the soul." ”。

"Think about it, when we fought with the Immortal Dao, didn't we also use the gold to absorb the resentment of the reversal of the Great Array?" Mu Qingming blew the hot air rising from the bowl, and said thoughtfully: "The great monk is only afraid that he will use it to suppress the evil ghosts; It doesn't matter what he does, he is a man who has the nature of a profiteer, but he will not do bad things. And we can make a profit from it, so why not? ”。

Having said this, Mu Qing squinted and smiled, with a look of anticipation flashing in his eyes.

"I think you're more of a profiteer! And he's a money junkie. Mo Han glanced at her husband who had a look of expectation in her eyes, stood up, wiped her hands with the flower cloth around her waist, and walked towards the kitchen door.

There is no need to read minds, Mo Han also knows that her husband is nothing more than looking forward to it, and the gold is still in the hands of the rat spirit. Looking at Mu Qingming's eager look on his face, and the imperceptible excitement in the depths of his eyes, it was clear that he was determined to get the high price of sixty catties of gold offered by the ghost city lord.

Mu Qingming, who sucked the rice noodles into his mouth, shouted triumphantly outside the kitchen door: "Without me, a profiteer and money addict, I wouldn't be able to feed so many of you." ”。

After speaking, he lifted the big bowl in his hand and slowly drank the bone broth in the bowl little by little.

Mo Han had already returned to the kitchen with a bucket of water, and asked casually: "Zhao Liang called you in a hurry, what are you going to do?" ”。

After Mu Qingming put the bowl down, he explained the affairs of the Zhu family to his wife one by one.

While washing and washing, while patiently listening to him finish telling the matter, Mo Han sighed lightly and said leisurely: "That rat spirit still kills people." ”。

"Hmm." Mu Qingming, who nodded, reached into his sleeve and took out an object: "But he also left a clue, and he can't run anymore." Originally, I was racking my brains to trap it with the instinct of a rat spirit, but I didn't expect it to send the clue to me so quickly. ”。

Mo Han turned his head and looked at the things Mu Qingming had taken out. I saw that in Mu Qingming's hand, there was an extra folded piece of paper.

Under Mo Han's curious gaze, Mu Qingming carefully opened the paper, and the excitement on his face suddenly rose, and the golden retriever wrapped in the paper appeared.

"What is this?" After Mo Han looked at it carefully for a while, he didn't know what the golden retriever in Mu Qingming's hand was?

"The hair that fell off the rat spirit still contains a little bit of its demonic energy. Give this golden retriever to Miaotian, and you can track down the rat spirit with the demonic energy. Mu Qingming said to his wife with confidence.

Will the body be incinerated? Will that handful of golden retrievers be able to find the rat spirit without any problems? Find out what happens next, and listen to the next breakdown.