There is no talk about people during the day, and if you talk about people, you will harm life, and if you don't talk about ghosts at night, you will be ghosts.

In fact, neither humans nor ghosts will do anything for no reason, and if one day you are entangled in those things, you must first reflect on what you have done!

My name is Chen Shifeng, and my family is a little different from ordinary people. Profession is a teacher, and the soft and weak mother would marry a father who likes reasoning and adventure. There is also a grandfather who chatters all day long and talks about ghosts and gods.

When I was eleven years old, I read all the books about detective reasoning in my father's study, and I thought that I would probably be a mystery freak in the future.

But that day, my parents had to send me to my grandfather's house for a while because of work. Before that, they all didn't allow me to go to my grandfather's house because they were worried that I would be taught badly by my grandfather.

I was quite interested in my grandfather, and while his old man was invited away by the village chief, I rummaged around the house, hoping to find some clues. I opened my grandfather's worn-out chests and found a thick thread-bound old book at the bottom, under a pile of yellow rags.

The pages are all worn out and a little yellowed, and I don't know how long they've been hidden under the box. The name is: Nine Tricks of Deaf Ghosts.

opened it and took a look, it was divided into three chapters: Solving Ghosts, Nine Tips and Po Sa. I couldn't understand the last two chapters, but the previous chapter on ghost solving recorded all kinds of ghosts, which aroused my great interest, and I just sat on the box and watched the night.

When my grandfather came back, I don't know how long he had been standing in front of me, and I didn't notice it until he scolded me for being a little rabbit, and I was so frightened that I rolled off the box.

The old man scolded me for rummaging through his things, but I was not convinced, and I learned from my parents that he would only get some gods and ghosts, which were fake anyway, and I didn't let people see them. As a result, my grandfather smiled coldly and asked me if I had the courage to go up the mountain with him at night.

I immediately agreed, and as soon as I arrived at twelve o'clock that night, my grandfather lifted me out of bed and took me to the mass grave in the back mountain.

The old guy said to give me a long insight, and he put a slimy paste on my eyelids and didn't know anything, and when I rubbed my eyes, hoping to see something, I didn't see anything. Just as he was about to say that the old man was fooling, a figure suddenly flashed in front of him.

I was a little frightened and took two steps back, but the old man reached out to stop me and wouldn't let me go. The figure floated back again, and a gloomy human face in front of me suddenly enlarged, and those eyes were a pair of dead fish eyes, and the pupils were gray.

When I was only eleven years old, I screamed in fright, and the guy reached out and grabbed me by the neck. The old man shouted loudly, and the five fingers of his left hand were pinched into a strange motion, and with his right hand he held the ghost, and slammed it on his forehead, and the thing began to smoke, screamed, and turned into powder.

Although I covered my eyes with my hands during the whole process, it was just for show, and through my fingers, I saw the whole process, it was not like magic, it was definitely not like it, it was really a ghost!

But I don't know why, I was scared, but I felt excited. Since then, I've always secretly gone to my grandfather's place to play, and I've been peeking at the Nine Tricks of the Ghosts.

Until I was 14 years old, my father received a difficult case, never found the murderer, and never contacted the family, on the 15th day of the seventh lunar month, at 5 o'clock in the morning, in his detective office, his body was found.

There was not a trace of the crime left at the scene, only a palm-sized flame mark on the wall.

The whole family was immersed in grief, and I was determined to find the murderer for revenge. After the funeral, I kept pestering my grandfather because he would have a lot of things, I wanted to see my father, I wanted to know more. Grandpa finally couldn't stand my torture and used spiritism to recruit Dad.

He looked very vicissitudes of life, and didn't say anything about the murderer, just apologized to his grandfather, saying that he had misunderstood him. As he was gone, I finally couldn't resist asking him about the murderer, and my dad just said two words: wildfire.

Grandpa said that his soul was very weak and could not come up again, and he looked like he was not killed by ordinary people, which means that the other party may have used a supernatural weapon.

I decided to learn Taoism from my grandfather, and also learn my father's reasoning, no matter whether the other party is a human or a ghost, I will not let him go!

Mom said that her father gave her a dream, and she cried and came to her grandfather and took him to live in the city. My mother has always been worried about our living problems, but my grandfather is very popular in the city, and there are always people who come to him to ask for errands, and the living expenses are perfectly solved.

At the age of eighteen, my junior year of high school, my mother and I had a disagreement, I wanted to go to the police academy, but my mother didn't want me to follow in my father's footsteps. For this reason, we quarreled several times, but my grandfather never said anything, but only asked me how much I had learned.

I said that eight or nine is not far from ten, but grandpa did not speak again. But I knew that with his temper, he would definitely have to test it.

It was a hot afternoon, and I came home from school and saw a briefcase on the desk. There seemed to be someone talking upstairs, and there was a police badge on the briefcase, and I became more and more curious, thinking that no one would see it anyway, so it would be okay to take a peek.

While looking upstairs, worried about them coming down, I quickly opened my briefcase. There are some photos inside, I opened them one by one, it turned out to be photos of the deceased, bleeding from seven holes, hideous face, very ugly death, and a few photos were taken at the dining table, and there were five people sitting around the table.

One of the spaces was empty, just a piece of paper with the deceased written on it. The deceased's place contained dishes and chopsticks, as well as an empty cup with traces of wine.

"At a young age, dare to peek at official documents." I was so fascinated that people had already come down from the stairs and I didn't even notice.

He was a man of five years and three thick, wearing a uniform, about the same age as my father. The most distinctive thing is a circle of beard, and grandpa follows him down, with a serious face.

I hurriedly stuffed the pictures and everything into it, and hurriedly put the briefcase back on the table, a little afraid to look up at him.

"You are Yunlin's son?" Bearded and Grandpa sat down on the couch and looked at me and asked.

I nodded my head, and he smiled and said, "Peeking at the official document can at least lock you up for a few months, and if it is serious, it will be sentenced." I heard your grandfather say that you learned your father's reasoning and your grandfather's skills, if you can help me solve this case, I will treat it as if I haven't seen anything, how about it? ”

Grandpa glanced at him, but he didn't help me speak. I looked up at my grandfather, and he turned his face and said, "Don't look at me, solve your own affairs, solve them yourself." ”

Blind, such a stinky fart, can't I really do it? So I straightened my back and said, "Okay, you mean what you say." ”