Zheng Dao patted Baozi's shoulder, "You saved Liu Daguang, you are a responsible person, and you are also very smart." But the investigation of you is not over yet, and although there is no direct evidence that you are, there is no way to prove that you are not. ”

"It's your police job to prove whether I'm or not. I'm a student and I'm going back to class tomorrow. Baozi's answer was soft and hard, and at the same time he told the task force, "I will not leave here, you can find me at any time." ”

After Baozi finished speaking, he picked up his schoolbag and was about to go out, but two policemen at the door reached out to stop him. Zheng Dao behaved very generously, he signaled the police not to stop him, and the three of them left the public security bureau smoothly.

"It's really unlucky, buns, let's eat ice cream and enter the game, and we have become people who have entered the palace," Jin Guangzhi chattered as he walked

"Brother Baozi, I just heard you say that three people died, what is the connection between these three people?" Roland was also thinking about the case: "Peasants, workers, fortune tellers, unrelated, unacquainted, living in different places, brutally killed by people without footprints. ”

"I always feel like the old man wants to tell us something before he leaves," Bun groaned.

"If you want to tell me, just say it, why are you turning all these twists and turns?" Jin Guangzhi said in a rough voice, he didn't understand the meaning, "Aren't fortune tellers all like this?" ”

"The situation at that time was that he was first interested in Roland, and he stopped talking. Then you Kim Kwang-sik interrupted the old man. Then I exchanged words with the old man, and then the old man left. Baozi briefly recounted the course of events.

"You mean, he wanted to tell me something important in the first place?" Roland asked hurriedly

"I can't rule out this possibility," Baozi nodded and said, "With his level, he can see some of your details, and I am not a professional fortune teller after all, I'm afraid I don't have him to see it carefully." ”

"And, when he left, he looked reluctant, and when he walked a few steps and looked back at us, did he want us to follow him?" Baozi recalled the situation at that time, and the old man must have turned his head to look at himself, but Roland and Jin Guangzhi looked at each other. Kim Kwang-sik's head shook like a rattle, "He.... Did he look back at us? No, definitely not. ”

Roland also shook his head, "I definitely didn't see it, because I kept staring at the old man's back until we turned to leave, and he didn't look back!" ”

"How is that possible?" Baozi obviously saw that the old man looked back at him, and the judgment of the three pairs of eyes on the same person showed a difference of two to one. Scenes flowed in front of Baozi's eyes like movie films, and his eyes suddenly lit up, "Oops, why didn't I figure it out!" ”

"Didn't understand anything"

"When the old man left, I saw two shadows of him, and at first I thought it was dazzling, but later I found out that it was a separation of souls. In fact, it is his soul that looks back at me, and it is his body that walks forward. Of course you don't see it. I felt that something was wrong, and it turned out that the weird focus was here. How could I have overlooked this detail? ”

Before death, people's subconscious mind is perceived, this kind of unpredictable prophetic ability is a legacy of the ancestral period, and almost everyone has it, but this perception is too small and weak, drowned in the torrent of consciousness, almost ignored by the vast majority of people. For example, some people will suddenly call their loved ones to tell them something before a traffic accident. Some people check their savings before they are killed, and so on, and they don't even understand the deep meaning of these actions.

But the Soul Soul will not, they have already prepared everything in advance to leave the host. People with psychic abilities can often see people's lives and souls leaving their bodies, and if this happens, then people are basically on the verge of death.

"Brother Baozi, we don't usually pay much attention to things, we won't put our energy into it. It's normal not to see it, don't blame yourself. Roland comforted the bun, "In the future, if we find the murderer, we will be worthy of the old gentleman." ”

"Oh my God, it's a good thing we didn't go with him, if we did, it would be a death," Kim Kwang-sik said fearfully.

"The answer is still on the spot!" Baozi slapped his thigh "Let's go, let's go to the scene." ”

Instead of going home, the three rushed back to the scene. Although the scene of the murder is important, it is not closed forever, after the evidence is extracted, the photographic examination is over, and as the police retreat, the scene is no longer protected. The three of them pushed open the hidden door and the factory door, and walked into the messy and dirty workshop, the old man's bed was turned over very messily, large and small circles were drawn with white chalk on the ground, and the overturned lathe and chair were lying on the ground in a disorderly manner.

"Judging from the messy footprints in front of the gate, the old man was kidnapped at the door and then dragged indoors to be killed. That is, he did not have time to leave us clues in the house. "Kim Kwang-sik analyzes the head of the road.

"He predicted early on that his life would be short," Baozi said firmly, "so he would be on guard, or leave clues for future generations." ”

Roland rummaged under the old man's bed, and she found that books such as "Mai Physiognomy" that had been placed on the old man's bed had fallen under the bed, probably when the police were investigating. Because I had a preconceived belief that feudal superstitious books and periodicals were poisonous weeds, I simply looked at them and threw them away.

Baozi collected all the books, there were five in total, all of which were ancient books in thread-bound editions. Most of them are regular books such as face and eight-character hexagrams.

"Which one was on the top floor at that time?" Bun asked Roland.

"Mai Physiognomy" "Roland is sure" The book has a cover picture, I remember it very well. ”

Baozi looked at "Mai Physiognomy" again, which was densely written with notes in small letters, and it would undoubtedly take a while to find clues in these notes, Baozi looked at the book hastily, and suddenly dropped the corner of a piece of paper, the edges of the corners of the paper were uneven, obviously torn off, and it was torn very roughly. On the paper were written the words "Renzi, Jiachen, Yiyou." ”

"It's a person's eight figures. In the year of Renzi, the month of Jiachen, the day of Yiyou. On the first day of March 1912. Baozi muttered, "This person is average, and he has no special identity" Baozi flipped through the book again, and there were no other doubts.

Kim Kwang-sik obviously didn't believe it, "Baozi, are you saying this is the old man's hint to you?" ”

"What else can he leave behind?" Baozi casually rummaged through the relics left by the old man, and there was indeed no clue left.

"It's normal for this old man to see more than ten or twenty people a day, and leave a few eight-character records." Roland was also skeptical.

Baozi shook his head, "People stand at thirty, forty are not confused, and fifty know the destiny of heaven." At the age of seventy-six, it is really rare to come out to criticize the future of eight characters. ”

"What if it's for your family? For example, calculate when your daughter will be able to get married. ”

Luo Lan couldn't help but hide his face and laugh when he heard Jin Guangzhi's words, "Then he won't report his eight characters, it should be the eight characters of the counted." You also claim to be studying Feng Shui. ”

The golden vegetation Luo Lan had nothing to say, so he had to think about blocking the buns again, and he had to prove that his point was correct.

"Suppose," said Roland, "I mean, suppose that he is the murderer of this case, does the old gentleman tell us in this way?" ”

Jin Guangzhi laughed before Roland finished speaking, "A 76-year-old man killed a 60-year-old man, good guy, what a lot of hatred!" How can you hang it so high, this 76-year-old man is not the abbot of Shaolin, right? ”

"Hey!" The bun patted his head, which page was the shredded piece of paper sandwiched just now? Baozi turned the book again, and he couldn't find the exact entrainment position of the shredded paper.

Roland took the book and flipped through it, and found a folded corner on page 134, and there was no folded corner on the other pages, "Brother Baozi, look at this page"

Baozi took it and looked at it, "It should be on this page, yes, there is a huge face map on this page." I have an impression. ”

Roland asked Baozi, "Brother, what do you mean...."

"The old man wants to show us what this man looks like!"