This is a somewhat dim street, quiet and indifferent, the houses are still old buildings, two-story and three-story wooden buildings, hanging some handmade clothes, Lao Huang's 30-year massage signboard. The streets are narrow and old, full of phoenix trees, and the big red flowers burn all the way to the junction, where there is a row of railings, and below is the blue sea, so the air is often filled with salty smells.

When it was not cold, the antique shop was at the end of the other end of the street, a small storefront, pushed open the mottled wooden door and walked in, jingling, you will encounter a string of bells, and when you look up, a handsome young man is full of smiles: "Welcome." ”

An old woman sat on a high chair and kept wiping her tears with her handkerchief, which were like beads with broken threads, and could not be wiped clean.

"Mrs. Fang, the people who hurt Fang Wanqing back then have all received retribution, and we have also found your daughter's body, and soon the police over there will contact you."

Fake Fang Wanqing put away the contract in her hand, and pressed her fingers on the old cover, the fingers were white and almost transparent, and the fingertips were bright red.

"You have signed a contract, please take care, because once you die, your soul will not be your own."

Mrs. Fang sighed, "Soul? I've been a walking dead since Wanqing disappeared, and I've lived for today until now, and now I just want Wanqing to be buried, and I can die with peace of mind. ”

"No, no, no, I'm not in a hurry for you to fulfill the contract, Mrs. Fang, you have to live well, what we signed is to ask your soul, a person is happy when he is alive, he has walked a lot of roads, and he has read the scenery of the world, and his soul will be fuller and richer after death, this is the soul we need." Mrs. Fang, from the moment the contract is signed, your life is no longer your own, but mine. Do you understand what I mean? ”

"Miss Ye, don't worry, since I signed this contract, I will do things completely in accordance with the contract, I am not an ungrateful person." She got up slowly, nodded and said, "Then goodbye, Miss Ye, thank you." ”

Mrs. Fang walked out slowly, and when she walked to the door, she saw a lean old man hurrying over, just walking opposite her.

Mrs. Fang hurriedly lowered her head, she didn't want anyone to know that she had been here.

The old man frowned and walked in a hurry, not having time to pay attention to the person who was passing by. Mrs. Fang walked out for a while, looked back, and said that there was another person who came to sign the contract, and she didn't know what hatred he had in his heart.

"Sir, you ......"

Zhao Nan greeted the elderly man with a smile.

"I'm looking for Miss Ye."

The man said, "My surname is Chen, and I made an appointment with Miss Ye. ”

From the curtain in the back room stretched out a hand, white and slender, with bright red kodan painted on its nails. The hand waved at the counter, motioning for the old man to go into the back room.

"Miss Ye, I'm Chen San, and I was introduced by Lao Hong."

Ye Quan nodded and motioned for him to sit down.

Chen San sat down and saw a newspaper on the table, with a line of black letters on the front page: "The fourth wife died unexpectedly, and the owner of the yarn factory is the reincarnation of Bluebeard?" ”

Chen San smiled bitterly: "It turns out that Miss Ye already knows. ”

Ye Quan nodded: "Know yourself and know your opponent, since you have a way to find me, I also have to understand what this is in advance, my contract is called signing with wronged ghosts, and I only sign with people or ghosts who have grievances." ”

"Now that Miss Ye knows, I'll get straight to the point, my daughter's name is Chen Ying, who originally worked as a clerk in Dahua Yarn Factory, and later married Wen Jingrong, the owner of the yarn factory."

"Wen Jingrong has three dead wives, and your daughter is really bold."

Ye Quan sighed.

"I'm also worried about this, and I have always disagreed with this family business, but my daughter is really blinded by lard, and she is desperate for Wen Jingrong, and even goes to pick up Wen Jingrong's son from school every day, what kind of sin have I made, and my daughter who was raised well will go to fill in the house and please the little oil bottle, alas."

"So less than a year after getting married, your daughter had an accident?"

"Yes, Miss Ye has also read the newspaper, and indeed as the newspaper said, my daughter fell down the stairs the day before yesterday and broke her neck. Miss Ye, the three wives who married after a person all died after more than a year of marriage, how could this be accidental. ”

Ye Quan nodded: "You are very right, the three wives died unexpectedly, this is really strange." ”

"So I'm going to take revenge, to avenge my daughter."

"Who do you think the murderer is?"

"Do you need to ask? Who else is there besides Wen Jingrong? He must have bought insurance for my daughters in advance, yes, he bought insurance for every wife, and killed people for the insurance money. ”

Chen San's thinking is still relatively clear, Wen Jingrong's three wives all died accidentally, if he killed his wife, then there must be a plan, and it is very likely that it is to defraud the insurance money.

"So the police didn't find any evidence there, as the newspaper said?"

"Yes, Wen Jingrong was not at home when my daughter fell downstairs, there was only his ten-year-old son and an old maid at home, the maid was his wet nurse, he grew up, and the relationship with my daughter was also very good, and the old woman was sick in bed because of the cold, and there was no reason to hurt my daughter."

"So Mr. Chen, do you think it was Wen Jingrong who killed his wife and created alibi evidence, or colluded with the police?"

"Yes, that's it, I really can't think of anyone else in the Wen family who would harm my daughter." Chen San sighed, his wrinkled face filled with sadness.

"Mr. Chen, I need to explain our contract. It's true that we have to help you take revenge when we sign a contract, but the contract also stipulates that we can't do anything that violates morality and law, that is, we must determine who is the murderer of your daughter in order to take revenge, if your daughter really misses everything is an accident, then, this contract is invalid, do you understand? ”

Chen San nodded: "I understand, you mean that you must first investigate the cause of the little girl's death and find out the murderer before you can take revenge." ”

"Yes, that's it, if your daughter really fell from the building accidentally, then the contract will be invalid, and you will have to accept your fate."

"Okay, I understand, I want to help my daughter get revenge, and of course I want to know the truth."

"Okay."

Ye Liang lightly opened his lips: "What you have to pay is your soul." ”

"Soul?" Chen San was stunned for a moment, obviously, he didn't expect this to be the exchange.

"You have been cautious all your life, you have not done anything good or bad, you have the most ordinary but clean soul, sign a contract, and your soul will no longer belong to you after you die, do you agree to this condition?"

Chen San hesitated: "I agree." ”

Ye Liang opened a yellowed notebook, pointed to a page and said, "Write your name here, just press the handprint." ”

Chen San wrote down his name according to his words, and was about to ask for the ink, but he saw Ye Liang hand him a slender needle, he took the needle and pricked it to his index finger, and pressed a bloody handprint under his name.

"Very good, now that the contract is in effect, Mr. Chen, you go home and wait for news, I want to find out how your daughter died first."

Chen San stood up, thanked him with a thousand thanks, and bent down to go out.

When I walked to the door, I heard Miss Ye's cold voice coming: "Mr. Chen, this matter is to be kept secret, even if you die, you can't reveal the transaction between us, otherwise, there will be very terrible things happening, which will make people's life worse than death, even if you die, your soul will have to go through all kinds of torture, I am not scaring you." ”

"As you say, I'll keep it a secret." Chen San turned to the inner room and bent down, "Everything will have Miss Lao Ye." ”

After Chen San left, Zhao Nan at the counter asked, "What is the number of this person?" ”

"It's just a sad old man who lost his daughter, but it's worth helping, it's rare to find people who can maintain their demeanor at this point."

A breeze blew the bell at the door.

Ye Liang stared at the bell and said, "This time, you really want to pretend to be a police detective again to investigate a big case." ”