Ke Chuanxu smiled: "I not only know that there is nothing wrong with Zhao Xiaohu's body, but also know that you are in a difficult situation, if you don't make a move, at three o'clock in the afternoon, your Yuan Shen will be killed by Zhao Xiaohu's resentful spirit, and his soul will reside on you, as long as three o'clock in the afternoon, you will become a zombie." ”

Xie Nan was skeptical when he said something: "Alarmist, right?" I've never heard of ghosts coming out during the day to make trouble, only that they come out at night to fool people, right? ”

…… The Hanging Ghost Gate has a history of more than 400 years...... At the end of the Ming Dynasty and the beginning of the Qing Dynasty, King Li Zicheng rose up, and then many rebel armies poured out of the people. Among them, there is a very inconspicuous team, which can be said to be mixed: there are monks who have become monks halfway, folk warlocks, feng shui gentlemen and other strange people and a ragtag army.

In order to increase the momentum and show the prestige of their team, the clothing of this group is surprisingly unified, that is, all the same color shrouds...... It looks very outrageous in the rebel army.

Li Zicheng rebelled and was invincible all the way. King Chuang's army got carried away, and the general Liu Zongmin actually slept with Wu Sangui's horse son Qin Huai's famous prostitute Chen Yuanyuan! Is this worth it?! Wu Sangui was angry at the crown, completely broke with Li Zicheng for the woman he loved, surrendered to the Qing army, and swore an oath with Huang Taiji to kill horses, and tried his best to cooperate with the Qing army to kill the troops at the end of the Ming Dynasty and the rebel army of Li Zicheng, the king of Chuang.

Later, this rebel army wearing shrouds mysteriously disappeared without a trace, and slowly evolved into a hanging ghost gate.

All the disciples of the Hanging Ghost Sect are trapped with a curse on their bodies and cannot be separated for the rest of their lives. In this way, the majesty of the sect is increased, and it is said that it can prolong the life of the disciples themselves.

Ke Chuanxu was thinking about tracing the origin of the Hanging Ghost Gate, when he heard Xie Nan raise a question, he smiled and said, "The Hanging Ghost Gate is very weird...... However, after the death of a person from any sect, the soul can be out of the body during the day. ”

"Oh...... I see. Where's that kid chasing me? Xie Nan pursed his lips.

"Remember that tray with glutinous rice? The flattened glutinous rice has the bloody footprints of two children, which are the traces left by Zhao Xiaohu's resentful spirit! He is very resentful, and he can only be quiet when he finds his final host. In a hurry, I lured the resentful spirit to the paper figure where Zhao Xiaohu's corpse was hidden, gathered Yin and Yang exorcism, and put my true soul into another paper figure, Zhao Xiaohu's resentful spirit begged bitterly, how could he be poisoned too deeply, and there was no way to go beyond the underworld, and leaving him in the world would cause disaster. Only when you ignite the blood glutinous rice full of aura, shatter Zhao Xiaohu's unjust soul, and dismiss the three souls and seven spirits, you hear that low roar, which is the voice of Zhao Xiaohu's dead soul. Ke Chuanxu said seriously.

"Hehehe! Little brother, your ghost story is so wonderful! ”

A cold look shot at the crowd...... Ke Chuanxu was shocked in his heart, looked back at the crowd, and saw nothing...... Isn't that right? He clearly felt that someone was watching him!!

Suddenly, there was a cry of sorrow, and a woman in her 60s walked into the crowd, she was wearing a shroud. Stretched out his hand and grabbed Ke Chuanxu: "As soon as my son Zhao Xiaohu died, you desecrated his corpse!" I'm fighting with you......"

Ke Chuanxu stood motionless.

"Old woman, don't mess around!" Zhao Xiaohu's father, Zhao Xianzong, grabbed his wife.

The old woman didn't give up, wiped her tears and said: "The paper figure he burned was the last work of his son when he was dying, and he was ruined, and I was not finished with him!" ”

"Oh, forget it...... What is a paper figure? I'll do it later. Zhao Xianzong comforted his wife with good words.

Ke Chuanxu squatted on the ground, pulled the paper ash with a stick and asked, "Uncle Zhao, is this paper figure really pierced by Zhao Xiaohu?" ”

"Of course, Xiaohu's paper skills are superb, and no one in ten miles and eight towns can match it! The paper he tied was so vivid that even I, a bad old man, sighed to myself. ”

Ke Chuanxu smiled slightly: "I feel that it is easy to use two paper figures from the hands of two people...... The difference can be seen from the oil paint on their faces and the eyebrows and eyes they paint. If I'm not mistaken, this victorious paper figure "has to be used" is your handiwork...... The paper figure that was burned was called "Shunshou", which looked very similar to Zhao Xiaohu, and should have been made by him. ”

Zhao Xianzong's face sank: "Little San, our little tiger is newly mourned, the police are investigating the scene, don't mention the sadness of the old man!" ”

"Sad?? I don't see it......"

Zhao Xianzong glared: "What kind of bastard talk is this?" Isn't it sad that my son dies and becomes a father? ”

Ke Chuanxu touched the remaining piece of paper: "Uncle Zhao, don't be angry, I just think that Xiaohu died strangely, and I want to help you find out the truth......

"Get out of the yard! I have the police here, I don't need you! Zhao Xianzong suddenly went berserk.

Out of professional habits, the two policemen watched from the sidelines and did not stop Zhao Xianzong's behavior.

Xie Nan really couldn't stand it: "Uncle, your son died, and we are very sad. This little brother has controlled the situation in a wave of commotion, please let him continue, it may play a key role in our case detection. ”

Zhao Xianzong waved the sleeves of his wide longevity shirt: "He is the third child of the Ke family, and his usual chatter spirit is not normal, what is the matter with him at the scene of the police investigation?" ”

The policeman next to him said, "Uncle asked him to continue!" The police have the ability to distinguish between truth and falsehood. ”

Ke Chuancai dragged his brother and said, "Go home with me, you will cause trouble when you come out!" ”

Ke Chuanxu raised his palm: "That's it, I've finished what I should say." ”

Xie Nan grabbed his other sleeve: "No, you haven't said anything about the key thing yet......

Ke Chuanxu looked up to the sky and laughed: "Hahaha, I'm not a policeman, I'll leave the rest to you." ”

"Aren't you a gentleman? It is the duty of a citizen to speak half-way, to speak and to speak, to know everything and to say everything. ”

"Beautiful young lady, if I solve the case, what's the use of the police?" He sneered. Bowed his head and approached Zhao Xianzong, "You pasted a few pieces of paper behind the paper figure that found your son's body, right?" Ke Chuanxu spoke in a very small voice, and only Zhao Xianzong heard it really...... He shivered in fright.

The two brothers of the Ke family returned home with Dalin, and the three of them were grumbling with hunger. Dalin devoured the noodle soup. The family's conditions are limited, and the whole family can only eat rice twice a week, and the rest is replaced by noodle soup or cornmeal nests.

Dalin raised his head and asked, "Why are you talking halfway and stopping?" ”

Ke Chuanxu blew on the steaming noodle soup and smiled: "The secret of heaven must not be leaked...... When the time comes, the mystery will naturally be solved! ”

"Yo-yo, it's still on." Dalin pouted.

Suddenly, there was a sharp knock on the door!

The gate of the Kejia is not very strong, and the dilapidated door is crumbling. The person who came used a little more force, and only knocked a few times, and the door fell down.

Ke Chuanxu heard the movement and went out to take a look, dumbfounded...... Xie Nan actually stood at the door!

"Miss Forensic Doctor, is there anything you have to do with your visit?"

Xie Nan was not polite, sat in front of the dilapidated Eight Immortals table, picked up Ke Chuanxu's bowl of noodle soup, and drank it to himself.