Lin Chen lowered his eyes and looked directly at the position of the director's pocket.

Lin Chen said, "Are you chatting unpleasantly. ”

"I love talking to people the most. You know, one of these three cases involves a child, and it's just a baby, an unborn baby. ”

Lin Chen didn't speak, just took out his mobile phone and browsed something, the director's face twitched slightly, feeling neglected.

"When a baby dies, you don't feel anything." She looked at Lin Chen in disbelief.

Lin Chen just looked at the director's pocket

This action, the director seemed to understand, knowing that her small movements had been discovered, if she wanted to continue recording, Lin Chen would not be able to speak, so the director had to turn off the recorder.

"Well, now you can tell me about three cases, right?"

Lin Chen smiled. "It wasn't me who was killed. I'm sure you've done an autopsy. You know when their family died. I have evidence of their absence, and the time of their death varies greatly from me to before and after. ”

The director was stunned. This question is indeed paradoxical.

She recalled the forensic report that the husband had died the earliest in the case, the old man had died at noon the next day and the wife had died on the fourth day.

In this way, the wife has been living in this house since the death of her beloved.

There are too many puzzling things in this case, and Lin Chen's only unexpected appearance at home is an important clue.

"Then why are you at home? It doesn't make sense, I don't believe what you say at the police station. The director said.

"There are many things you don't know, and I'm not obligated to explain them to you. In your father's position, he knows a lot of things. If he told you, you would understand why I told you to stop the investigation and not follow me. You're going to die, I'm not going to lie to you. Lin Chen stared at the director and said.

She couldn't think of anything her father had to do with Lin Chen, why he said that.

Suddenly, she felt that Lin Chen was very mysterious, mysterious, and had too many big secrets.

The glass door opened, and the waiter brought out a tray with two drinks, three snacks, and a mousse cake.

The director picked up the coffee and looked at Lin Chen quietly, his heart full of all kinds of speculations.

A delivery van pulled up from a distant intersection in the direction of the café.

Lin Chen felt a chill behind him, raised his head, and looked directly.

Feng Shui Lane.

Getting out of the car, Ai Wei walked into the alley with her bag.

How did you get to this place? It is known as the "Unfortunate Haunted Alley".

The sheriff looked at Ai Wei parking in the driveway, his face showed doubt, as a police officer, he was very clear about some gossip on the street, and he didn't expect the woman in front of him to come to this place alone.

He also got out of the car and walked briskly to the entrance of the driveway and looked inside. When he saw Ai Wei walk into a store, he quickly walked to the window and obliquely observed the inside of the store.

"There are no anomalies. Go inside and have a look. ”

In fact, he is also very suspicious of Lin Chen, and he wants to find out the truth and seek justice for the deceased.

Walking into the alleys, there are not many shops open. Look at the painted brand, what coffin shop, ingots shop, body oil shop...

Corpse oil, no wonder it's called Haunted Alley. Even the carcass of an animal has a name, do you really want to sell it?

Mr. Dong was in a strange mood. Looking at these abnormal shops, especially the corpse oil, he laughed inwardly.

"How did it get cold?"

As the depth deepens, the road surface temperature drops dramatically. There are basically two seasons inside and outside the road. One is winter and the other is summer.

His body trembled.

Strange paths, strange people, terrible eyes.

He looked at the shopkeeper who was open for business. His eyes seemed to be eating people, and he unconsciously walked faster.

When passing by a shop on East Street, the skinny shopkeeper had green eyes and his tongue licking his lips.

The tongue is long enough to reach beyond the chin.

Candle shop.

"Thirty incense sticks for yin, twenty sticks for tranquility, nine sticks for resentment and incense, sunflower blood incense..."

A man in a gray robe, slightly hunched, with a face full of traces of time and a scar on the back of his hand, was looking at it with a piece of paper.

Ai Wei passed by, expressionless, waiting quietly.

It was unexpected that a living corpse had fallen, and that someone else had such good luck.

After reading the note, he looked at some Ai Wei, did not say that the goods were not enough, picked up a stone inkstone, and pressed the note.

The wooden shelves at the back are all drawers of different sizes. Each drawer has some red wedges and some irregular markings.

The wedges and irregular markings of the entire wooden frame combine to form a single position.

One of the drawers was red, as red as blood, but it actually opened, and out flew a long candle incense, waxy yellow, with black spots.

The owner of the incense and candle shop was not idle, he opened the drawer around his waist and took out a pile of yellow paper and a roll of yellow thread. A hieroglyph was written on yellow paper.

He picked up the damn wax incense, tied it up in three bundles, and wrapped it in yellow paper. His movements are slow and leisurely.

Suddenly, the drawer retracted into a wooden frame and returned to its original state, and the candle shop owner wrapped up another set, stopped, and looked at the door.

A dark shadow appeared on the floor of the door. The sun shone on the old man. After a while, the sheriff appeared at the door.

He came in.

"Trouble, how did you get in?" The owner of the incense candle shop whispered.

It wasn't loud, but the shop was quiet enough the sheriff could hear it. He was confused.

Why can't I come in? There weren't many people in the alleys. It's hard for me to come here. Don't the people here want to make money. Strange people are really weird. He was angry. It's not the first time he's been hated. He used to be unpopular and was also used to investigating cases.

In the end, he gave the detainees a free cell and allowed them to live only in handcuffs.

As a law enforcement officer in a city, he has an open heart.

Putting aside other thoughts and focusing on Ai Wei, he found that when he came in, Ai Wei didn't react at all. He stood motionless in front of the counter, like a statue.

"Boss, give me a bag of incense." Looking at the cobweb-covered shops to the east, he didn't care too much. The sheriff opened his mouth and said.

He pretended to be buying incense.

It was normal for him to enter a candle shop to buy incense, but he didn't know that the incense he bought here was not an ordinary incense.

He didn't like the ordinary people in front of him and disrupted his business.

As a member of the world of supernatural abilities, he has a feeling of looking down on ordinary people, and he does not hide his dislike for ordinary people.

"Boss, how much?" The sheriff's eyes looked around. He took out his wallet and wanted to pay first.

The owner of the incense and candle shop slowly wrapped the yellow paper, his eyes showed contempt, and said, "Don't sell the incense you want." ”

"Boss, you can't do this, don't you want to do business." It seemed strange to him, it was the first time he had seen such a person.

"Miss, you don't know a woman named Ai Wei. I was her old classmate. She used to tell me that she lived in Lin Chen's house. Have you met her? Long time no see. I want to ask her. ”

He pretends to be an acquaintance, trying to get some useful clues.

But Ai Wei never spoke, and his anger became more and more embarrassing.

But he was not discouraged, looking at the wooden table, at the incense wrapped in the candle shop owner, and couldn't help but gasp.

The incense candles wrapped in the incense candles were red, strangely shaped, like circulating blood, not at all like the incense candles he knew of to worship his ancestors.

The sheriff sniffed it, and it seemed to smell bloody, with a stench, and a plausible feeling.

Blood? A flash of doubt flashed in the sheriff's heart.

"Boss, what kind of scent is this? Why do I ask weird? What is it made of? Give me one. "I asked several questions at once.

The owner of the incense candle shop took the yellow thread, tied a bow and said, "You can't afford to buy incense made of pig's blood." The door is in front of you. You are not welcome here. ”

At this point, the sheriff finds himself seemingly having a communication barrier. He couldn't communicate with the boss.

Can't afford it? In the sheriff's understanding, although he did not make a lot of money, he could afford to buy pig's blood or incense, let alone pig's blood. Even the whole pig can afford it.

"What did you say?"

Feng Shui Alley, a complete alley, is the product of some evil spirits, plus some evil spirits, which naturally spread strange qi.

If he stays here for a long time, he will find that all kinds of killing, destruction, evil, and resentment are all in the alley...