"It's so fast, it's only been a few hours, and things have been cleared up?" Yu Wenke couldn't help but admire, "My police comrade in Dahuaxia is really awesome." ”

"We have given so many clues, what's so strange about how quickly we solve the case?" Qi Xiaoming said curiously, "By the way, Old Song, are you curious about how you know the news?" ”

Song Ming took off his sunglasses and said with a smile: "They are used to me providing clues like this, so they are not curious about my news channels." ”

"Oh? So how do you usually get the key clues? Yu Wenke was curious.

"This ......" Song Ming wanted to say but stopped.

"Hey! Don't say you want to know, I played with Lao Song since I was a child, and he didn't want to tell me. Qi Xiaoming hung his head in frustration, "But old Song, you can say it, this time I will introduce you to Jiang Hao, and you will tell me your detective secret." ”

Song Ming scratched the back of his head and said a little embarrassed: "Xiao Ming, why did you poke our exchange in front of everyone?" ”

"What's this!" The curly-haired man said as a matter of course, "Everyone knows that I Qi Xiaoming does things at a clear price, and the exchange of conditions has always been a dealing." Besides, it's always a good thing that we have multiple friends! Isn't that right, Jiang Hao? ”

Jiang Hao pretended not to hear, stretched his waist, and glanced at the living room, which was crowded with ghosts, dense and very depressing. Who is this Song Ming? It seems that he is just an ordinary person, how can he carry a group of ghosts on his back?

Questions swirled in your mind until you had dinner and everyone was back in your room......

When Jiang Hao was chatting with Yu Wenke, he heard the sound of chanting a spell from the next room, and the two went curiously.

It was Song Ming's guest room, half-hidden, and bursts of cold air wafted out of the door, and the two not only shivered.

I saw him kneeling three times and bowing nine times on the table, and he kept reciting scriptures of unknown origin in his mouth, at least scriptures that Jiang Hao had never heard before.

There were chairs on the table, and above the chairs was the big red flower shirt that Song Ming had worn when he came today.

Yu Wenke asked in a low voice, "What kind of mysterious ritual is this?" Worship clothes? ”

"If I'm not mistaken, it's a dead man's clothes that have been blessed by the black law."

Knowing that Suosuo's voice reached Song Ming's ears, he suddenly stopped, knelt in front of the table, and stood upright.

The cold aura that inexplicably rose in the room seemed to condense, and it became colder and colder.

Song Ming slowly and mechanically twisted his neck, and his sharp gaze glared at the door.

"Who?"

Jiang Hao put his fist against the tip of his nose and snorted lightly: "It's us, I'm sorry to disturb you, you continue." ”

"It turned out to be Master Jiang and Teacher Yuwen," Song Ming immediately got up and opened the door to greet him, "I'm sorry, I thought something strange was just now." ”

"I think you're weird, don't you?" The white-headed guy's gaze was still on the big red and big flower shirt on the height, "You worship your clothes at night?" ”

Song Ming's face twitched, he was embarrassed, and he didn't say anything for a long time.

"If the detective doesn't mind, can you tell me about the origin of this dress?" Jiang Hao raised his eyebrows, and his eyes were so sharp that he had to obey.

Song Ming hurriedly moved down the chair on the table and carefully supported his clothes.

"This is a treasure that I got in the Titanium Country."

Yu Wenke was curious: "Titanium Country? That place full of temples? Isn't the weird and mysterious country that specializes in selling ghosts and Buddhist cards? How can there be such a thing as crime-solving clothes? ”