Song Ming's cheeks twitched again, and he felt that the white-headed guy was teasing his treasures, so he roared angrily: "If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense!" ”

Yu Wenke was stunned for a moment, and said with a smile: "Big detective, I'm joking, don't be serious." ”

"Can't be a joke!" Song Ming tugged on his shirt tightly and said in a low voice, "Don't be angry, that's what my friend said." ”

Yu Wenke stared at Jiang Hao with wide eyes, goosebumps all over his body.

While several people were talking, Qi Xiaoming heard the voice.

"What are you doing? Don't call me for a meeting? You're not kind. ”

Seeing everyone looking at each other, the curly-haired man lowered his voice and asked, "Old Song, what's wrong with you?" ”

"Nothing, I'm talking to my treasure." Song Ming gently stroked the big red shirt, as if comforting the baby in his arms.

Qi Xiaoming shuddered and said, "Old Song, when did you still have this habit?" ”

Jiang Hao observed for a long time, and he understood some eyebrows, crossed his hands on his chest and said, "Detective Song, the mage who gave you the clothes only asked you to chant and worship it every night?" I think it would be more sincere to make an offering of incense? ”

At this time, the imaginary ghost in the room became more and more arrogant, and the writhing black shadow became faster and faster, and it was indeed a very heavy yin thing.

Song Ming's eyes lit up and said, "Master Jiang, you are really an expert!" By the way, how should I make offerings? ”

"Then you have to explain the origin of this thing first. As far as I know, the mages of the Titanium Country are divided into black and white, and each mage has different taboos, you ......" Jiang Hao pretended to be puzzled and looked at the clothes.

"Yes, yes, this garment was given to me by an Azan named Monsa, who said that it was infused with a hundred gods. Originally, these gods could enter the golden statue and receive incense, but the gods were injured and could only temporarily inject them into this garment. Monsar Azan said that this garment was related to me, and asked me to chant it ninety-nine times every night until nine hundred and ninety-nine days, and the spirits would be restored. I also counted it as a great merit. ”

The more Song Ming spoke, the more excited he became.

"Also, this garment is a treasure. Azan didn't tell me what clothes could help me, only that each god attached to an object had different abilities, usually infinite power, ears and ears, eyes and minds, I didn't think much about it, but when I was wearing it to follow a case, a voice actually whispered some key clues to me in my ear. ”

"I thought I was hallucinating at first, but then I followed the clues and found evidence! After that, the number of apparitions increased. The treasure that Monsar Azan gave me was a divine help! ”

"Wait!" Qi Xiaoming suddenly interrupted, "Old Song, don't tell me, your private detective with so many years of experience actually relies on this dress to win the world?" ”

Song Ming shook his head and smiled: "Private detectives are just petty business, what extramarital affairs, stalking customers, what kind of head can they use?" Since I got this treasure, I have received a list from a police friend who came to me to help investigate the case, and it helped me solve the case, which is amazing! ”

"No matter how powerful a treasure is, it needs someone to operate it, doesn't it?" Yu Wenke only felt that Song Ming had mythologized this dead man's clothes.

The curly-haired man's palms supported his forehead, and his elbows were against the door frame and said, "No wonder I haven't seen you for most of the year, it turns out that you are possessed by a ghost." Tut-tut......"