Luo Xing said this and stopped.

I knew he was done, so I filled his teacup with water, and he looked at me gratefully, picked up the teacup and drank it dry, it seemed that the narrative just now had really consumed too much of his mind.

I refilled his water, and he smiled apologetically.

I waved my hand to indicate that it didn't matter, and then waited for him to ease his spirits for a while, and said: "Mr. Luo, if my inference is correct, did your friend named Lin Sen have his body sealed by someone, and then cut off the veins in his hands and feet, and punctured his ten fingers on his hands and feet?" ”

As soon as I said this, Luo Xing, who was sitting opposite me, almost jumped up from his seat in shock!

He pointed a finger at me, his eyes wide open, his mouth trembling, almost screaming, "Y-How do you know?!" ”

I raised my hands and made a downward motion, signaling him to calm down, and the old knife also stepped forward quickly for the first time, pressing Luo Xing's shoulders, the old knife wanted to press Luo Xing back to the seat, but after pressing twice, Luo Xing's body only shook, but was not pressed back to the seat as the old knife imagined.

I laughed: "Old knife, the strength of people who burst out under extreme fear is far beyond imagination. You have to calm him down first. ”

"Luo Xing! Roxing! Lao Dao called his name twice in Luo Xing's ear, but Luo Xing ignored it, Lao Dao scolded in a low voice and changed his name, "No. 1058!" ”

This sentence worked, Luo Xing trembled, came back to his senses, this time he came to his senses, the brute force that suddenly appeared on Luo Xing's body suddenly dissipated, and he sat down on the chair without the force of the old knife.

I immediately understood that No. 1058 must be Luo Xing's patient number in that psychiatric hospital, and this guy Lao Dao is really a little anxious.

The old knife glanced at Luo Xing, who was pale, took out a small white medicine bottle from his pocket, poured out two light blue pills from it, and poured it directly into Luo Xing with tea.

After doing all this, the old knife glared at me fiercely: "You guy, you know that I got him out of the psychiatric hospital, and you still stimulate him so much?" I'm really driven crazy by you, and then you will help him pay for his medical bills? I'll tell you first, the fucking hospital charges are almost as dark as yours! ”

I smiled dumbly, and said helplessly: "I didn't mean to, who knew that Mr. Luo was really sick." ”

Lao Dao smiled and teased: "Don't be complacent, if you are locked up in that place for a few months, you will also be sick." ”

Lao Dao's words are really hard to refute, so I had to shrug my shoulders, helpless.

After a while, Luo Xing calmed down, saying that he was calm, but in fact, it was only slightly better than just now, he didn't care about etiquette, stared at a pair of gambler-like red eyes, and asked me directly: "Tell me, how do you know-" Halfway through speaking, he paused to himself, nodded and said to himself, "Yes, yes, the old knife must have told you!" Otherwise, how could it be ......"

"You're wrong about two things." Lao Dao sat on my desk, ignored my disgusted eyes, wrenched his fingers, and said to Luo Xing, "First, your matter, Ji Guang only has a little rough information in his hand, which of course does not include some details, because compared to the second-hand information, he prefers to listen to the person in person; Second, I've told you before not to doubt my professionalism – so, of course, I wouldn't recommend you to someone who isn't professional. If you don't trust me and don't want to solve your problems, then I can only send you back to the hospital. ”

Hearing the word "hospital", Luo Xing's whole expression twitched instantly, it seems that Luo Xing is really afraid of the psychiatric hospital.

I first thanked Lao Dao for complimenting me on my "professionalism", then frowned and tapped the table with my knuckles: "A professional private detective, I'm afraid he shouldn't just sit on someone else's desk, right?" ”

The old knife snorted, jumped off the table, and said disdainfully: "As the saying goes, the anger is small and the wealth is small. You kid is stingy and hypocritical, and it seems that you are destined to make a windfall. ”

I smiled, noncommittal, turned to Luo Xing and said, "You don't have to be too surprised, the reason why I can guess your friend's death is because this is an extremely vicious and harmful technique, and I happen to know a little about strange arts. I glanced at the old knife and said with a smile, "This is what the old knife said, professional." ”

The old knife grinned, sat back in his original seat, cocked Erlang's legs, and lit another cigarette.

"Red is the most violent and ferocious color, and you must have heard of legends such as 'jumping off a building in red at midnight and turning into a ghost'. In fact, let's not talk about whether ghosts and gods exist, even if there are, it's not so simple to turn into a powerful ghost, but it can be regarded as a red murderous name. Blood is an important carrier of the body's metabolic circulation, which plays an important role in maintaining life. The five senses and seven orifices are an important way for us to perceive the world, as the so-called, 'visualization and perception', without 'view' and 'sense', how can we 'think', let alone 'know'. ”

I paused for a moment, and only after Roxing had digested what I had just said would I continue. However, I don't really expect him to really understand and believe what I'm saying, he just needs to understand a little bit, otherwise he won't be able to understand what I'm going to say. And these things are actually very empty, for a person who doesn't believe in strange powers, even if you say it for ten years, he won't believe you.

Although I largely rely on these "weird" things to make a living, in my cognition, I don't fully approve of weird things, in fact, I'm an agnostic.

Although modern science cannot fully prove some strange phenomena, it is not possible to deny science on this basis.

It seems to me that any theory or worldview that is extremely confident and rejects all other dissenting opinions is stupid.

Because all knowledge is based on real knowledge, not on fantasies and theories – this is probably one of the reasons why I chose this profession: I, like many people, am not satisfied with the knowledge handed down by the people who came before me, I have my own curiosity about the world, and I am looking forward to finding out for myself.

Luo Xing frowned, he couldn't hide the dejected look on his face, my words seemed to only deepen his worry, "So, why did the person who killed Lin Sen make Lin Sen look terrible?" ”

Luo Xing's voice was so dry that it showed the depth of anxiety in his heart, and I almost couldn't bear to tell him the truth, but I had to do it again. I could only say in as calm a tone as possible: "Sealing the seven orifices of the deceased, draining the blood of the ten fingers of the hands and feet, and then trapping the body with a red luo and hanging from the ground, is an extremely evil and vicious practice, which is to teach the soul of the deceased to be trapped in the Shura hell forever, so that the heavens should not be called the earth, and the eternal life should not be reborn." ”

After saying this, a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in my mind, and I suddenly felt that I had vaguely guessed one thing, that is, the person in front of me, Luo Xing, what happened to him! This incident can explain why he had an extreme sense of nervousness from the moment he entered the door, as if he was afraid of something, but what he told me was a strange thing that happened to another person, and it seemed that it had nothing to do with him.

I felt as if I had smelled a strange aura, slowly emanating from the man named Luo Xing in front of me.

"It's strange, who did Lin Sen have such a deep hatred with? So that after killing him, it is not enough to relieve hatred, to use such a vicious trick? As I spoke, I quietly observed the change in Luo Xing's expression, "I have also heard about this case, and the police still don't seem to have a clue. Mr. Luo, do you know something but haven't told the police yet? ”

My words worked, but Roshing's reaction was more violent than I expected, and he stood up suddenly, his face flushed and full of anger, almost roaring: "How could I not have said it?!" But those bastards didn't believe what I said! Not only did they not believe me, but they also suspected me and listed me as a murder suspect! After tossing me for more than half a month to no avail, it turned out to be—" At this time, Luo Xing's excitement was mixed with a trace of shame, and I immediately understood what was going on, and sure enough, Luo Xing said angrily: "They actually put me in a psychiatric hospital, saying that I was overstimulated and lost my mind!" I'm going to fuck—"

Luo Xing cursed, and the individual sentences were really unsightly, so I didn't copy them one by one. But to be honest, I understand him very well, and I would be angry if I was treated unfairly like this.

But my purpose is not here, I vaguely perceive that Luo Xing seems to be deliberately hiding something from me, in the story he really wants to tell me, the protagonist will not be Lin Sen, but himself, but he has been slow to start telling, I guess, he is thinking, how to cleverly hide some important secrets, I don't plan to give him such a chance, I have to force him to show his flaws.

"So, who is the person who killed Lin Sen?" I asked.

"People? That's not people at all! Luo Xing was still immersed in excitement and blurted out, "It's red satin!" Red Satin has come to us for revenge! ”

"Who's Red Satin?" As soon as I asked this, I suddenly felt that it was inappropriate, because the spiritual light that had flashed in my mind before had now passed through my mind!

I instantly grasped the most critical point, the question is far more important than "who is the red satin"!

So I shouted, "Who are you——! ”

"I'm ......" Luo Xing was suddenly yelled at by me, and the whole person trembled, but he immediately replied, "I am - Lao Hu, Hu Xinghan." ”

This change came suddenly, and Luo Xing himself was stunned.

I managed to bypass many of Roxing's own defenses and deceive him into a secret hidden deep in his subconscious, but I was not the slightest bit proud, on the contrary, I had a relative—even if I had experienced a lot of strange things, I couldn't help but feel that the strange atmosphere in the room was getting stronger and stronger, and it seemed to turn into a cold poisonous snake, slowly climbing up my back.

Luo Xing stood for a while, and finally sat down, and I found that his face was already drenched in cold sweat.

"You...... How do you know? ”

"I don't know." I blinked, corrected, "I guessed." ”

Luo Xing raised his head and looked at me with a very complicated look.

"However, Mr. Luo, I don't care what your reason is, if you try to hide some key points from me again, then I can only send off the guest." I said solemnly, "I don't have that much time, and I'm not interested at all, to play guessing games with you." ”

After a pause, I added in a more stern tone: "I can only guess the tip of the iceberg about the strange thing that happened to you, but I already feel weird and dangerous, I warn you as a senior spirit detective - don't try to be clever in front of evil spirits, that price will definitely not be acceptable to you." ”

"No, it's not like that, I'm not trying to hide it, I'm just ...... I just don't know how to explain it-" Luo Xing was obviously a little flustered, and even the tone of his defense was crying, and he even broke down in the end.

"I don't want to die. Help me......" he said.

I looked him in the eye, "Then let me see your sincerity." I said.

"Next, the next person to die, it will be me." Luo Xing's face was full of fear, and his body trembled violently when he spoke, "That dream haunted me!" ”