Mo Chen picked up a piece of meat and put it in his mouth, and asked Zheng Yi in a hesitant voice, "You just said that you have been busy with Fan Tong's affairs recently, what is the situation?" ”

Zheng Yi raised his head with a sad expression, "To be exact, she is now my client." ”

Zheng Yi's "stunt" was originally only known to Mo Chen and a few of them, but as for this kind of thing, Mo Chen and the others naturally wouldn't talk nonsense everywhere. First, it was someone else's "privacy", and second, Mo Chen had long been surprised and didn't take this matter to heart.

"Others" are tight-lipped, but Zheng Yi himself is quite citing this matter as the capital of "Woo Se", he didn't think that Niu 13 deliberately bragged about himself, but on a whim, he used his ability as the capital to "make money".

Zheng Yi recently posted anonymously to solicit business for himself in some post bars that love to discuss the art of Qimen Dunjia, and Fan Tong was the first big fish he caught.

It is said that before Fan Tong, a few people took the initiative to add Zheng Yi's friends and told him about the troubles they had encountered recently. After learning more about the other party's situation, Zheng Yi quoted the price to the other party, and as soon as it was the critical moment to talk about money, the real help employers dropped the chain one after another.

Some said that their experience was made up, purely out of curiosity about these strange powers, while others deduced that they might be too sensitive and not entangled by some crooked demons, and just said sorry to Zheng Yi when they came.

"Are they really not entangled?" Haiting, who has always been most interested in other people's gossip, immediately came to the spirit.

Zheng Yi frowned slightly, sighed and said, "Based on what they told me, I judge that they were indeed entangled in some dirty things. It's just that these misers refuse to spend money to buy peace, what can they do! ”

Hai Ting blinked vigorously, and rolled his eyes at Zheng Yi, "You are still a cultivator!" I know money, and I can't save it when I die! ”

"Hey! I don't like to listen to you when you speak, you know money as you say. Brother Yi sells crafts, not charity, and Lao Tzu has to eat a mouthful of food~"

"Toot!" Mo Chen tapped the table with the end of his chopsticks, "Stop!" Speaking of Fan Tong's matter, where are you two going! ”

Zheng Yi was not angry and bared his teeth to show his dissatisfaction, but the latter had a sense of disagreement.

Getting rid of those employers who are just curious, Zheng Yi is a little frustrated, in today's era of science respect, it is really getting more and more difficult to think of a "craftsman" like him.

Just when Zheng Yi was thinking about whether to give up soliciting business, Fan Tong sent it to the door, and just added friends to each other, Fan Tong came up without asking the price, let alone talking about his own affairs, but asked first if Zheng Yi really had the ability to catch ghosts and subdue demons.

This also aroused Zheng Yi's interest, and most of the "guests" who "came to the door" for consultation in the past were talking to themselves about their "difficult problems". Even some people, without Zheng Yi asking in detail, will analyze the reason for provoking dirty things by themselves. It's all to blame for the current horror movies, which are too detailed, so that these people learn the routine after watching too much.

If Fan Tong didn't ask so much, Zheng Yi might have boasted a few words for himself with great interest, but the dialogue didn't follow his path, causing him to hold back for a long time and only reply with a single um.

Who knows, Fan Tong, who was affirmed, sent a message as soon as possible, asking Zheng Yi for help, and telling him that her mother may have been caught by dirty things.

During the summer vacation, Fan Tong went out shopping with friends one day, and when he came home, it was already about six o'clock in the evening.

Usually, before opening the door at this time, Fan Tong could smell the fragrance of his mother's stir-fried vegetables, but at this time, his security door was like a cold stone wall, solid and lifeless.

When Fan Tong entered the door with an ominous premonition, his mother was not at home, but a neat stack of documents was placed on the coffee table, and a letter was on the top.

The letter was left by Fan's mother to the effect that she might encounter an accident, and if something really happened to her one day, she would sell her property, leave the city with money, and never come back.

"Wait a minute!" Hearing this, Mo Chen couldn't help but interrupt Zheng Yi: "Listening to what you mean, Mother Fan predicted in advance what would happen to her. ”

Zheng Yi nodded, "That's true." ”

Mo Chen thought for a moment, "Something is not quite right." ”

Haiting agreed, "It's really wrong, what is the big deal, you have to sell your property and change your city life?" Could it be that you have offended a 'grandson' with a background? ”

Mo Chen waved his hand, indicating that he didn't mean this matter, "Don't you think it's strange? He looked into Haiting's eyes and asked, "What would you do if it were you and you had a hunch that something bad would happen to you soon?" ”

"Nonsense, of course it's going to run away right away!" Haiting didn't want to answer.

Mo Chen continued to add conditions: "What if you are a mother? ”

Haiting propped his arms on the table, held his chin in his hand, and thought for a moment, "If it were me, I might be in a hurry to find my child to go home!" ”

"That's it!" Mo Chen knocked the table and continued, "What happened to make a mother so hurried that she didn't say 'goodbye' to her child and walked away without saying a word?" And ......" Mo Chen snorted coldly, "She actually has time to write and leave a message, this is not the seventies and eighties, mobile phones are almost the standard for every adult!" ”

Zheng Yi's reaction was extremely calm: "We have all thought about what you said, if it weren't for Fan Tong himself deliberately concealing or deceiving me, then there can only be one explanation." ”

"What?" Haiting asked.

Zheng Yi didn't speak, but Mo Chen said, "Do you suspect that Fan Mu deliberately avoided Fan Tong?" …… lest she be implicated? ”

Zheng Yi nodded yes.

Mo Chen then asked, "So what did you find?" ”

Zheng Yi leaned back in the chair tiredly, "I checked the communication records of Fan's mother's mobile phone, except for a few advertising calls, they were all the numbers of my relatives, and I didn't find that she was in contact with any suspicious people." As for her social circle on weekdays, she is also very limited, and she is not like the kind of person who will provoke anyone, so it is impossible to offend people with backgrounds like Hai Tinggang said. ”

Mo Chen lowered his eyebrows and pondered, and asked Zheng Yi for a long time, "Can I meet her?" ”

"Huh?" Zheng Yi raised his eyebrows and stared at Mo Chen with interest, "You seem to be very interested in her?" ”

Mo Chen shook his head in denial, but his eyes betrayed his mind.

Haiting smacked his tongue on the side, "Tut~~", and complained to Zheng Yi, "You don't know, yesterday, our old Mo Tou, yelled at me for that girl!" ”

"Oh?" Zheng Yi picked up the edge of the table, his face changed quickly, and he looked like a middle-aged aunt who inquired about gossip news, "Tell me quickly~"