"How do I know there's something wrong with that cartridge? Besides, how can one cartridge kill? I see that Mrs. Deng is dead, and her husband has become mentally abnormal, talking nonsense. Chen Xin defended himself, but his eyes were dizzy and uneasy and flustered.

"Cartridges? Is it the cartridge that was sold last night? "I'm sure.

Chen Xin glanced at me, thinking that I was talking too much. "So what? It's just an ordinary cartridge. ”

"Mr. Mo, who died? What does it have to do with ink cartridges? "I asked Mo Xiu about the situation.

Mo Xiu unhurriedly took a few photos from a file bag and gave them to me.

In the photo, Mr. Tang is lying on his back on the floor of his study, covered in black ink, his eyes wide open, his mouth wide open, and his face distorted from pain. At his feet lay a piece of rice paper on which only two lines had been written, and the brush and the carved cartridge lay on the rice paper, which Mr. Deng must have dropped to the ground when he fell.

"When the police arrived, ink was still coming out of the deceased's mouth." Mo Xiu pointed to Mr. Deng, who died tragically. "Mrs. Deng said that she was also present at the time, and saw a black thing crawling out of the ink cartridge, and immediately pounced on the deceased, she was so frightened that she fled out of the study to call the police, and before the call was over, she heard the deceased scream, and then there was no movement."

Chen Xin involuntarily grabbed the corner of the counter behind him with both hands and swallowed his saliva.

"Boss Chen, shouldn't this cartridge also be taken out of that peach box?" I asked Chen Xin.

"I ...... My mom is bluffing, that's going to happen. Cold sweat oozed from Chen Xin's forehead.

"It's not a bluff, we've found those golden dancing shoes." I took out my dancing shoes from my satchel and put them on the counter. "There was a little girl dancing in it, and if it was too late and we didn't know what terrible things would happen, it took a lot of effort to take it off the little girl's feet."

What happened made Chen Xin, who didn't care about it, afraid of the dancing shoes, and he moved to distance himself from the dancing shoes, for fear that he would also be bewitched.

"What's going on?" Mo Xiu looked at the dancing shoes and locked his eyebrows.

I'll tell Mo Xiu about the dancing shoes and the mahogany box.

"Take me to see the box." Mo Xiu demanded.

The situation was serious, Chen Xin dared not cooperate and took us to the warehouse.

Mo Xiu touched the runes of the Diamond Sutra on the peach box, and sighed: "This is the scripture of the evil spirit, this box is full of cursed things, and you really don't care about what your mother explains." ”

"I thought she was just superstitious." Chen Xin foolishly defended himself.

"This box is empty, what else have you sold besides your dancing shoes and cartridges?" Mo Xiu asked.

"Uh...... Mrs. Ye on the next street bought an old copper kettle," Chen Xin paused under our gaze and said again. "I know her, I have her home address."

"Write down the address." Mo Xiu handed over a small notebook.

Chen Xin took the small notebook and continued while writing the address: "There is also a collector's edition of "Playboy" from the 70s, which was bought by a middle-aged uncle, and only the mobile phone number was left on the transaction book, I don't know his address. ”

Once the address is written, Mo Xiu asks two policemen to go to the next street to find the copper kettle, and he has to track down the whereabouts of "Playboy".

"I'll go find the copper kettle, after all, it's a cursed thing, and I'm going to help you with it." I think they were just two ordinary police officers who volunteered to help.

"You have yin and yang eyes, you can definitely help." Mo Xiu didn't refuse, "Do you still have an evil charm to suppress evil spirits?" ”

"Two more."

"Then go ahead, call me if you can't solve it." Mo Xiu admonished.