I sat in the police office, holding a cup of hot water, and watched the little cops hurry out.

It has been a long time since the death of the gambling man was discovered.

Because I was the only ordinary citizen present, the little police asked me to make a record later, and there was monitoring of this matter, which can clearly confirm that it has nothing to do with me, just a process.

But I saw that Huang Mao and the little policeman did not have a good face, especially the yellow hair, who was not as busy as everyone else, but sat in the office to rest.

He was nestled on the couch across from me, huddled in a ball, pale and bloodless, and hollow to the eye.

I tried to talk to him, but Huang Mao didn't pay any attention to me.

Someone died in the police station, and that's a big deal.

The first thing to contact was the family of the gambling man, but I heard the police say that the man was not related to him, and that he had been living alone since his divorce from his wife, and the archives could not find the contact information of his relatives.

What's more, the gambling man is not a local, so it is a little troublesome to check it, and it will take an hour or two to wait.

"Mr. Fang, I'm sorry, it's a little inconvenient today, I'll contact you another day," the little policeman walked into the office sweatingly, poured a sip of cold white and said to me.

"It's okay, it's okay, I'll be here for about a week," I got up and shook his hand, and as my eyes swept over the yellow hair, my heart moved, and I asked tentatively, "Ahem, who killed someone, did you catch it?" This kind of person must not be run out, otherwise many people will be harmed. ”

I'm talking about it, and if I ask him directly who killed him, this kid will definitely not tell me, and I guess it's over if I say something official.

I asked, turning around the corner, maybe I could get something to say.

Sure enough, the little policeman's face stiffened, and he pulled the corners of his mouth a little uncomfortably, "That's, that's, it's necessary." ”

I don't want to say more, guessing that the police probably didn't catch anyone, and they didn't confirm the identity of the attacker.

It's a pity that the little policeman's mouth is still quite tight, and he didn't let me succeed in asking questions, so I had to give up, and after symbolically saying hello to Huang Mao, I raised my legs and left.

But when he stepped on the doorknob, Huang Mao suddenly spoke.

“…… You say, that talisman seal, could there really be a ghost? ”

The yellow hair, curled up in the leather sofa, raised his head, and his bloodshot eyeballs stared at me directly, a little oozing.

"He also told me just now that there is a God of Wealth in that talisman, and he will not be asked to lose money...... But I'll just go away, why is this man dead......"

When the little policeman saw that he was going to continue, he suddenly became anxious, and hurriedly took two steps forward and pressed Huang Mao's shoulder, telling him not to think about it anymore.

"How can you not think about it! There is only one person's confined space, and his hands can be cut off?? You have also seen the surveillance video, at that time, there was no one in my interrogation room, there was no trace of damage to the doors and windows, and no one had ever entered or exited! ”

Huang Mao was very excited and seriously argued with the little policeman.

It's not right for me to stand on the sidelines, and it's not right to stay and listen.

I don't want to know so much about your police station, but I am curious in my heart, and I listened to it for a while, and my brows became more and more wrinkled.

Isn't it time to be a ghost?

Although I don't know much about it, I've been seeing ghosts a lot lately, and I still have some experience.

Isn't this kind of thing that can't be explained by science just a ghost?

I glanced at the little policeman, his face was not good-looking, and I wondered if I should say something to Lieber, but the yellow hair's increasingly raised voice drew my attention back.

Speaking of the back, Huang Mao was like losing his soul, excited for a while, and shrunk for a while. His eyes fluttered and he was talking to himself, neither I nor the little policeman dared to go up and touch him, but he stared at me persistently and asked if there was a ghost.

I wanted to say no, but I remembered what Li Bo said, and I couldn't help but say, "Maybe, otherwise how can you explain the great change in temperament?" ”

After saying it, I regretted it a little, and now that Huang Mao's mood is unstable, if the words stimulate him again, I am really afraid that people will go crazy.

The little policeman thought about it, he pushed me out of the door, and at the same time pretended to be casual and talked to Huang Mao, about ten minutes, Huang Mao had some energy.

I stood outside the door and didn't leave, and when the little policeman came out, I pulled him into the safe passage and asked him in a low voice, "That friend of mine specializes in this line of work and knows a lot, so I'm waiting outside the police station now, do you need me to call someone in and let your leaders discuss it with him?" ”

"Don't!" The little policeman dragged me, "You shouldn't have seen anything today!" Don't spread the word outside! ”

He was very nervous and grabbed me, "This kind of thing is not easy to explain after all, you are also at the scene, I won't explain what the situation is, I will ask you one thing, don't spread it." Our leaders may talk to you, so you'd better be prepared. ”

With that, he took a pen and paper out of his pocket and wrote down his name and contact information.

"I'll help you get in touch with your girlfriend and friends, and call me if you have any questions."

"He Zhonghuai ......"

I just learned the name of the little policeman, and it's pretty good.

He scratched my head and sent me all the way out of the police station.

"Why is it so slow?"

Lieber sat outside on the edge of the flower bed and smoked a cigarette, waiting for hours until he saw me finally come out, and his face looked better.

I told him all about what was going on at the police station, and then asked him, "What does that charm mean?" I saw that the red lines, the messy drawing, I couldn't see anything. ”

"Hmph, you're a layman, you can understand it." Li Bo squinted at the police station, "The one who died was eaten by the little ghost." In the talisman you said, there is a little ghost sealed, this man should have been asking for money, but he will die in the end, most likely because he broke the promise he made to the little ghost and was eaten by the little ghost he raised. ”

Lieber said that gambling was done with both hands, so when the man died, both arms were cut off.

I couldn't help but nod, and he told me that this method of raising a ghost is different from Thailand, which is to use a talisman to detain the ghost and raise it.

As long as the talisman is not damaged, the imps will stay inside and will not come out.

When the seal is in effect, the two parties tacitly reach a contractual relationship. The better the imp is cared for, the closer the relationship between the two will be, and the better the effect will be.

On the contrary, if the owner does not serve the imp well, the lighter one will cause some unbelievable things. If it is serious, it will lose its life, and the soul after death will not be able to enter the underworld, but will be eaten by the ghost as food.

“…… Damn, this spell is a bit powerful, Lieber, will you? ”

The goosebumps I hear are going to stand up.

"Heh, half and half, it depends."

Li Bo's answer was quite meaningful, but I didn't delve into it at the moment, because the two of us had just crossed the road and He Zhonghuai chased after him.