Bai Dianchen didn't know that Lu Yuqi's father was actually a member of the court in Pinggasa City, and he was the kind with real power, even in Pinggasa City, he could be regarded as a relatively good one. When the garrison saw this, he began to worry, didn't Lu Yuqi really want to break his dignity?

Chairman Lu is not the kind of official who has already started to fail, but is in full swing. In the final analysis, it is impossible for such a man to be condescended to anyone unless he is really more noble than him. For example, those above Hirakasa City, such as those from the province or the imperial capital.

Obviously, Lu Yuqi is not among these people, and President Lu will not give his daughter any face.

Even when he entered the door, he didn't look at Lu Yuqi more, nor did he say a word, but looked at Su Kang and asked, "You are the person from the imperial capital?" ”

Su Kang nodded and asked, "You are Lu Yuqi's father?" ”

Only then did he nod slightly, and he ended the greeting like this, and he didn't dwell too much on Lu Yuqi's issue, and Su Kang didn't say much. Every family has a scripture that is difficult to read, and he himself is not clear enough about the situation in Lu Yuqi's family, so he will not say more.

Lu Yuqi was already looking very ugly next to him, and even had tears in his eyes, and he was about to cry. Turning around and running out of the garrison, Bai Dianchen hurriedly found the guard next to him and asked them to find a female team member to follow, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

These people are uncles, and he can't afford to offend each of them.

At this time, Su Kang had already begun to ask the garrison about those people at the beginning, and President Lu, as the vice chairman of the Economic Development Committee, happened to be related to him, and he also asked his subordinates to transfer many of the types of prohibited goods and trading channels that appeared in the areas where the thugs were responsible.

Bai Dianchen looked outside, then inside, and always felt that the atmosphere was strange.

When the little police officer came in the morning, An Xiaoyu was still reading those files in the office, just like reading a novel. It was the first time he had seen someone who could look at the archives and see such a fascination, and he couldn't help but admire, Shaozun really deserved to be Shaozun.

An Xiaoyu heard someone come in, and when she looked up, she saw the little police officer, remembering that it was the one who bought supper yesterday, so she smiled and nodded. The little police officer was flattered and said carefully: "Shaozun didn't go back at night? ”

"Well, I don't have to sleep anyway."

"Did you find anything?" As a criminal detective, he subconsciously asked, and after asking, he suddenly thought that it was not him who was sitting opposite, and at the same time, he suddenly secretly glanced at An Xiaoyu's face, but found that she was not impatient.

"I found out that there is, and it has a bit of a relationship. After you left yesterday, I picked out some interesting ones, but I found a more interesting case, and this is it. An Xiaoyu handed over the electronic board in his hand, and the little police officer hesitated for a moment and took it in his hand.

But after reading it, the little police officer scratched his head: "But it's nothing special!" ”

The case recorded above was not in the imperial capital, but in Jingxi Province. The deceased was the owner of a small grocery store in Jingxi Province, his name was Geng Chunmin, he was 43 years old, and he also had no relatives, so he died in his own home, and it was not found for a long time.

But there are countless such cases in the entire empire, and many people die in their own homes every day, and they are only discovered after several days, these are all hastily recorded, and if no actual signs of homicide are found, they will generally not be used as a focus of investigation.

And it was written that after the autopsy report, Geng Chunmin died of a heart attack, although it is a bit early to die of a heart attack in his forties, but it is not impossible. Geng Chunmin's family is poor, and it is normal to have no money for a cure, and it is also normal for him to be reluctant to buy medicine. ”

An Xiaoyu nodded approvingly: "What else?" ”

In addition, the file states that Geng Chunmin's door was once pried open, there were traces of a fight in the house, Geng Chunmin had a blunt force wound to the back of his head, the house was in chaos, and his belongings disappeared. Later, he found the blunt instrument that knocked down Geng Chunmin, which was an ornament on the table. ”

"This is obviously someone burglary, after being discovered by Geng Chunmin, the two people had a fight, during the fight, the thief knocked Geng Chunmin unconscious and then looted his belongings and left, but he didn't know that Geng Chunmin had a heart attack, which caused Geng Chunmin, who was lying on the ground, to die of a heart overburden."

"The autopsy report recorded in the file also states the approximate time of the back head injury and heart attack, which is also very reasonable. That's how the case was closed at the time, and I don't think there's anything wrong with it. ”

After listening to the little officer's words, An Xiaoyu nodded and said, "To be honest, I didn't think there was anything wrong at the beginning. The course of this case is obvious, and there is enough evidence to prove it, but the only problem is that it is an unsolved case. ”

The little police officer suddenly fell into deep thought, thinking about the relationship between the people.

Qu Shuanghua also pushed the door and walked in at this time, saw the case in their hands and said, "This case!" I'm still a little impressed. This case is indeed an unsolved case, and the thief has not been caught until now, it is very weird, a thief is just a thief, he stole an item that Geng Chunmin only paid three or five thousand yuan, and the scene was cleaned as clean as a jewelry thief, and it was very weird. ”

The little police officer suddenly realized that the strange place was here. The thief with such a high skill didn't leave any traces of himself, he actually broke in the door without stepping on the point and met Geng Chunmin, and there was a fight, and finally stole three or five thousand worth of property and left, and he didn't even leave any traces of himself during the fight.

This simply doesn't make sense.

But he had other speculations: "Maybe he continued to make a little money at that time?" Who doesn't have a rush time. ”

Qu Shuanghua reached out and patted him on the shoulder: "What now?" ”

"What's now?" The little police officer looked confused, but when he saw Qu Shuanghua holding his watch in his hand, he was taken aback: "This ...... When? ”

Qu Shuanghua put the watch in the palm of his hand: "I'm just interested in learning from the thief I caught at the beginning, and I can deceive you, so that the thief will be short of money?" People, I'm far less alert than you think, especially when you're calculating or unintentional. ”

As she spoke, she held up the little police officer's badge again.

"Oops!" The little police officer was immediately unhappy.

Qu Shuanghua had a lot of fun, and said with a smile: "I won't tease you, but this case is from Jingxi Province, although the people who came to the Eighty-two City District were also from Jingxi Province, it can't be said that it must have a relationship, right?" Maybe it's a coincidence? Do you have proof? ”

An Xiaoyu smiled mysteriously, handed them another piece of electron, and said, "Look at this again." ”

Qu Shuanghua took it, glanced at the content with the little police officer, and then looked at the time again, and was taken aback: "This is...... It's also too ......."

The electronic board is not a case file, nor is it some supernatural news, but a horror novel. The author of the novel is, of course, Wu Youya, and the time when the story was published happened to be the day after Geng Chunmin's real death, which was not much different from Fei Pengbo's case this time.

This story is about the kettle spirit.

The pot spirit is a legend that is widely passed down in the empire, because in the history of a certain dynasty that followed the Three Thousand Empires, the pot was revered as an object of the gods as a sacrificial object, and often played a very supernatural role, and many legends about the pot were derived.

One of the most famous stories is the legend of the people raised in the pot, which is also known as the pot spirit.

The pot spirit is a magical spirit that has been artificially cultivated, and the earliest legend of the pot spirit dates back to before the founding of the Three Thousand Empires. Jing Santing once gave An Xiaoyu such a classic legend and story.

Legend has it that in the small village of a certain dynasty before the founding of the Three Thousand Empires, there lived a small peasant who had no hope of living. The little farmer's mother died a long time ago, and his father died of illness when he was seventeen years old.

After explaining what had happened, the old peasant took his last breath.

The little peasant buried his father with grief, and when the filial piety was over, he found an exquisite pot from the secret compartment that his father had said. He had never seen such a beautiful pot in his life, and even when he went to the city, the priceless pots he saw were far less beautiful than his own.

But he didn't plan to take out this pot for money at all, not just because he was afraid of being robbed and cheated, but because of his father. The old farmer did not take out the pot and sell it until he fell ill and died, which shows that this pot is very important to their family.

The little farmer firmly believes that he will be able to live well and pass on this pot well. In order to support himself, he got up early every day and worked greedily at night, took care of the crops when he was busy with the farm, and went to the town or city to work two short jobs when the farm was not working, and he was so tired that he hit the back of his head with his heels every day.

But every morning when he got up and before he went to bed at night, he had to wipe the beautiful pot, and then hold it in his arms and talk to it for a while, and he would say whatever he wanted. Including the work you do outside, the money you earn, and how well your crops are growing.

He regarded the pot as his real relative.

Slowly, after a few years, the small farmer also grew into a young man, and over the years he saved some money and renovated his family's house. He still regards the pot as his own relatives every day, puts it in the closest position, and talks to the pot every day.

The people in the village said that the little peasant was crazy and took the pot for his dead father. It is also said that there is a terrible monster hidden in that pot, seducing the little peasant, so that he cannot die without the control of the pot, and has always been deeply trapped in it.

Gradually, people began to alienate themselves from the small peasants, but he did not care in the slightest.

In his opinion, as long as he is living well, it is enough to be accompanied by the pot left by his father. As for marrying a daughter-in-law or something, it's a big deal to go to live in the town after making money, and then you are afraid that the gossip here will fly to the town? So he's always been relieved.

But just as he was about to move to the town, something suddenly happened.

In order to save enough money to go to the town, he used all his money to buy seeds of a precious rice, and purchased the most expensive fertilizer, ready to take advantage of the last year to quadruple his assets, and of course he was confident that he was an expert farmer in the village.

It's a pity that it is up to people to make things happen, and it is up to heaven to make things happen.

That year, there was a huge drought in the vicinity, and the small farmers lost all their money. The next year he prepared ordinary seeds with the only money he had left, intending to start all over again. But the following summer, there was still not a drop of rain in the village.

There is a long stream of water near the village, and the flow of water in the long stream has never been broken. They all said it was a gift from the mountain gods. However, the long flowing water is a bit far away from the village, and if you want to rely on the long flowing water to irrigate the crops, you have to help each other carry water to irrigate it.

Of course, the little peasant wanted to do the same, but the villagers had already decided that the little peasant was confused by the monster, and they didn't intend to communicate with him at all, and they didn't even want to look at him. The small farmer had to go alone to the Changliu River to fetch water and irrigate it to his fields.

It's a pity that one person's strength is a drop in the bucket after all.

The crops of that era were not genetically modified seeds, and the harvest efficiency was very low. If you want to feed a person, you need to plant a lot of land, and the water you need becomes a problem. The little farmer, with no help from other villagers, saw that his crops were about to die, so he had to work harder.

It didn't take long for the small peasant to fall ill.

In the midst of his illness, the little farmer was in a trance, as if he saw his father by his side, and he held the pot and sobbed in a low voice, telling his pain and unwillingness. The next day, however, the little farmer found that he had been cured.

Only then did he realize that his pot might not really be an ordinary thing. He carefully observed the inside and outside of the pot, and sure enough, he found something unusual. He seemed to see the shadow of a villain inside the pot, but this shadow was a little unclear, and he couldn't really see it clearly if he didn't look carefully.

Although the little peasant was mentally prepared, he was still frightened, and he tried to ask what the figure in the pot was, but no one answered him. Then there was an exclamation outside, and the little farmer hurried out, and saw a cumulonimbus cloud floating in the air, and the rain was falling with a clatter.

But the strange thing is that the rain covers only the fields of small farmers.

Such a scene frightened the villagers, who said that they had offended the mountain god and rain god, which led to such a result, and that the little peasant was the reincarnation of the god. The small farmer knew that it was all the work of the pot.

With the rains, the small farmer no longer has to carry water, and his crops are back to normal. Whenever he needed water, a rain would fall on his fields, making the other villagers blush. But no one dared to come to the small peasants and say, and no one dared to look this way.

Before, it was because of contempt, but now it is because of awe.

The little farmer enjoyed the awe of the villagers and kept his crops, and of course was very happy. Now he treats the pot as his own daughter-in-law, holding the pot every day, talking to the villain inside, looking forward to the pot spirit inside being able to promise himself one day.

And as his attitude became more and more pious and gentle, the figure of the pot spirit began to become more and more solid.

In the third year, the drought continued, and people were dying every day outside, but in this small mountain village, everyone survived because of the long flowing water, and the crops of the small farmers were still increasing. Without hesitation, he planted the remaining seeds of good rice in the fields and sold them in large quantities to wealthy people.

When the price of food was like gold because of the drought, the small farmers made a lot of money, and then the fourth year, the drought disappeared. Food prices returned to normal, and small-scale peasant citizens left the small mountain village with their pots and moved to the city, where they opened a shop selling pots.

Perhaps because of the presence of the pot spirit, the small farmer's vision of the pot is very accurate, where it is produced, how the workmanship is, how much is the historical age, how much money can be worth, and the eyes can see through it at a glance. So his business got better and better, and the shop got bigger and bigger.

Later, people called him the pot owner.

The owner of the pot has a lot of money, but he doesn't like women, but he likes a pot that is too beautiful to talk about.

After waiting for so many years, the pot spirit of the pot boss has finally taken shape. It forms its own body, like a small person the size of a thumb, and looks cute and cute, quite with the charm of this pot. The owner of the pot regarded it as the only companion in his life.

The pot spirit doesn't like to talk, and he doesn't speak well, but he can bring very good luck to the pot boss every time, or something magical. The owner of the pot is happy to spend the rest of his life with the pot spirit, so that the matchmaker can't knock on his door even if she breaks her hand.

However, just as he was enjoying the rest of his life, the war began.

The primeval tribes began to conquer the human race, and their side was already far away from the tribes of all races. Just as the pot boss was about to move away, a group of alien cavalry suddenly descended on their city.

The suddenness of this aggression made no one react. The number of defenders of the city was insufficient, and they did not hold out for more than half a day under the crushing of foreign races. The primeval tribes surrounded the city and began to massacre its inhabitants.

The house of the owner of the pot is no exception, and the first thing the aliens find is the most imposing building in the city. They rushed into Boss Hu's yard, killed his servants, killed his maids, killed all the living creatures in his yard, and finally only Boss Hu was left.

The pot boss hid in the cellar with the pot spirit in his arms, but he was still discovered.

Just when the pot boss was about to be killed by the aliens, it was the pot spirit who saved him again and the people of the city.