"Surprised...... What do you know? I knew you almost knocked out Team Lang again. ”

Bian Guan said, glaring at Su Qing angrily.

Lang Zhiqiao in front of him also widened his left eye slightly, staring at Su Qing who suddenly spoke, and was very surprised.

Zang Yuntian, a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner, stopped his busy hands and also looked at Su Qing.

I saw that Su Qing was stunned for a while, and immediately rummaged through her bag to find something. Soon, she took out a small transparent plastic bag.

That's a bag of evidence. When I looked closely, I saw that it contained a very thin piece of metal.

"This is it!"

Su Qing stretched out her hand and showed the physical evidence bag in her hand to a few people present.

"Isn't this the half of the metal found from the deceased's house, what's the fuss?"

Bian Guan stretched out his head, glanced at her, and then gave her a blank look, and asked rhetorically.

Lang Zhiqiao didn't speak, just squinted his eyes, reached out and took the bag, close to his eyes. His right eye was squinted, his scarred eyebrows curled up, and he suddenly opened his eyes wide again, turning them twice.

"Master Zang, take a look, is this a silver needle for acupuncture?"

Lang Zhiqiao said a word at a very fast pace, and then stood up very slowly and handed the physical evidence bag to Zang Yuntian.

"Silver needles? There are very few silver needles in acupuncture. ”

Zang Yuntian curiously took the physical evidence bag, and he was a little unconvinced. Because the needles used in acupuncture are basically made of stainless steel, real silver needles are only often used by people of the previous generation, after all, there is a lot of money for real silver materials.

"Indeed, this is an old needle. Some vintage, and there are no rust spots, it is indeed a silver needle. Zang Yuntian turned his head and asked, "Where did you get it?" Half-cut broken needles are useless. ”

"Sure enough, it's for acupuncture."

Lang Zhiqiao whispered, thoughtful.

If so, what does it prove? The female deceased was a long-term patient, and the acupuncture treatment was half lost. ”

Bian Guan tentatively asked everyone, and also asked himself.

"Acupuncture can indeed alleviate the development of some diseases, and it can also revive the unconscious, which is more magical. However, this silver needle is a bit strange, and it seems that only Lao Tian has a set of this silver needle. No, no, it shouldn't be his. ”

Zang Yuntian seemed to think of someone, but he couldn't figure it out for a while, and finally decisively decided that it was not that person.

That person is Tian Bang, also from Gucang Village, this person usually has a hobby, that is, acupuncture of traditional Chinese medicine, and also uses it to solve some incurable diseases for the villagers and earn a living.

Tian Bang loves needles like life, and accidentally went to Shaanxi to find a complete pair of silver needles, and he has never taken them out to see, and he has never used them, and he doesn't even let anyone except himself touch them.

Zang Yuntian revealed so much between his words, Lang Zhiqiao nodded, and didn't ask more. And Su Qing and the others simply stored the information in their brains and didn't analyze it much, because they couldn't think of any help that silver needle had for the case.

"Master Zang, I would like to ask you something, do you know the auspicious woman in this town? Are there any enemies? Lang Zhiqiao asked two questions in quick voice.

"What? Xiang Pozi? Acquaintance...... He is a celebrity on this street, fortune telling, what kind of yin marriage has he deserved over the years, and he is getting old. Enemies, not really. When people open their doors to do business, someone comes to him, how can there be enemies? No, there is no ......" Zang Yuntian smacked his lips, with a look of interest, as if he was smiling, and said in white words.

Zang Yuntian talked about it for a while, which made Lang Zhiqiao curious.

From waking up to Fang Cai, Zang Yuntian is indeed similar to traditional Chinese medicine in Lang Zhiqiao's eyes, simple and serious, and his language basically does not have too many emotional colors. However, when Lang Zhiqiao mentioned Mrs. Xiang, he actually had a strange look in his eyes, it was envy, covetousness, and a manifestation of psychological obscenity.

Su Qing and Bian Guan perhaps, they didn't notice it. But Lang Zhiqiao is different, he was once suppressed in a dark world, unable to control his body, he studied psychology by himself, and he knew that it was a kind of perverted psychology that had been suppressed for a long time and sprouted in a forced environment.

Why did he mention that Tian Bang had a set of silver needles? Is it to divert our thinking?

Why is he so interested in Mrs. Xiang, even to the point of perversion? Did he do anything with this perverted mentality? Is it related to this case?

Also, psychopaths often say the most real side, and it is only because of his hatred that things become ugly. Then, Xiang Pozi should be an ordinary god.

……

Lang Zhiqiao's left eye stared, his right eye narrowed into a slit, and even his right eyebrow shrank, and the scar was intricately distorted.

"Let's go. Go to eat. ”

After thinking for a while, Lang Zhiqiao wanted to stand up.

"Team Lang, are you okay? Do you want to sit down for a while...... "yes, let's stay a little longer." ”

Bian Guan and Su Qing saw Lang Zhiqiao's shaking body, supporting the stool with one arm, before they stood up, and hurriedly helped them to persuade them a few more words.

"It's okay! If I sit again, I won't feel well. Lang Zhiqiao got up, looked ahead, and said secretly in his heart: "Since I came out, let's help him again." Or, I'll be tired again in a moment......"

couldn't resist Lang Zhiqiao, so Su Qing and the others helped him out of the door of the Chinese medicine hall.

"Team Lang, there are a lot of patterns to eat around here, if you want to eat something, I'll take you there."

"You know how to eat! Let's go to Mrs. Xiang's house first. ”

"It's not like you said you're going to dinner...... Okay, let's go to the god's house first. ”

September 21, 2009, 12:45 p.m., Yaojiawang Town, commercial district, a cottage between small buildings.

"Help me in and have a look."

Despite being supported by Su Qing and the others, Lang Zhiqiao still staggered all the way, and walked for more than ten minutes to reach Mrs. Xiang's house, which is also the place where he picked up the work.

A hut made of adobe and old bricks, with a rectangular piece of coarse cloth on top of it, with two words written "Please". The bustle and catharsis of the surroundings contrast sharply with the quiet and mysteriousness of the place.

Seeing this, Su Qing, who had always been timid, staggered and moved to the back of Lang Zhiqiao's body, looking ahead with a little panic in her eyes.

The three of them slowly approached the hut, and instantly there was a strong smell of fragrant ash. The house is very small, about ten square meters, there are no windows, and it is dark and rumbling. Fortunately, it was noon, and the afterglow of the door reflected in, so I could see it more clearly. Directly opposite the doorway, there was a statue of ghosts and gods, a circular kneeling mat underneath, and a few red flags with some strange runes on both sides.

"Anyone? Kong Xianghe? ”

Bian Guan looked left and right and shouted a few words. But no one answered.

"That's all there is to this house, there should be no one." Lang Zhiqiao said.

"Then let's get out quickly, it feels too gloomy here, and no one ......"

Su Qing said and looked around secretly, wanting to help Lang Zhiqiao turn around and go out.

"Who are you?"

Suddenly, a deep and crisp voice came from behind, startling the three of them.

It was the border pass that immediately turned back, Su Qing turned his head and covered his eyes, and Lang Zhiqiao was the last to slowly turn around.

"Oda?" Bian Guan was surprised.

"How are you? What are you doing here? ”

"We're looking for Kong Xianghe. I was about to ask you, why are you here? ”

"I'm here to find Brother Chi."

"Brother Chi? Isn't this Kong Xianghe's home? ”

The person he saw at the border pass was the previous reporter of the carrion in the western suburbs, Tian Gang. Hearing the sound of chatting at the border gate, Su Qing put her hand down, hid behind Lang Zhiqiao, and took a sneak look.

"Let's talk outside, Su Qing is afraid of the dark." Lang Zhiqiao said.

……

"Xiao Tian, what do you call Brother Qi? But Kong Xianghe, Mrs. Xiang? Bian Guan asked.

"What...... Mrs. Xiang had already moved to the city to live, and when she was rich, she still stayed in this shabby place. Brother Qi is the apprentice of Mrs. Xiang, and only Brother Qi usually comes here. ”

Tian Gang stopped after saying a few words, his expression changed, and asked, "What are you looking for Mrs. Xiang for?" ”

"It's fine." Lang Zhiqiao walked over slowly and continued: "Xiao Tian, we want to find out something about the situation from him." Do you know where he lives in the city? ”

Lang Zhiqiao bowed slightly, waiting for an answer.

Tian Gang looked at the three of them, lowered his head and thought for a while, as if he was hesitating about something.

"That...... I don't know. Let's go, we hate the police. ”

"Hey, I said you kid, I said we were different from other policemen! Turning your face is faster than turning a book."

When the border guard heard this, he rushed over to think about the theory. However, he was pulled by Lang Zhiqiao.

Lang Zhiqiao shook his head and signaled to forget it.

"Let's go, let's go eat." Lang Zhiqiao said calmly.

After speaking, the three of them walked along the street, ignoring Tian Gang again.

"Real or fake?" Bian Guan said.

"Is there any fake food for dinner?" Lang Zhiqiao squinted his eyes and asked, paused angrily, and said, "Is there any fried cake or anything like that nearby?" I want to eat fried cakes......"

"It's true, Team Lang. Yes, yes, with a few side dishes! Bian Guan said excitedly.

Su Qing listened and was speechless to the two of them. However, when she heard the fried cakes, she nodded slightly.

"Fried cakes are good, there are no taboos on your body."

Su Qing looked at Lang Zhiqiao's body, he was like a person who had just recovered from a serious illness, weak.

Following Lang Zhiqiao's walking rhythm, several people walked slowly towards the small restaurant.