This case is not like what is shown on TV, there are all kinds of brain-burning evidence, waiting for you to solve it. Solving a crime is hard work, you have to collect a lot of information, and you have to analyze it. If you want to play puzzle-solving, your goal as a kid is not to be a police uncle, but to be an escape room boss.

In the 90s, there were many unsolved cases, not because of how awesome those masters of the crimes were, but because they did not have the manpower and material resources to collect or process those massive amounts of information.

Jin Zhiai is looking for Wu Ming, just to use Wu Ming to show the way. But Wu Ming is a human being, and he can't imagine a person coming out of thin air. Wu Ming really wished that he would have nightmares and dream of the appearance of the murderer, but he was so sleepy that he was completely unconscious in the police car and did not dream at all. When I woke up, I saw Jin Zhiai asking, sometimes nodding, sometimes shaking his head, and after getting in the car, he sighed for a long time, and it seemed that he didn't ask anything.

Wu Ming was really a little stunned, and there was a night shift at night, so he said to Jin Zhiai and went back to sleep. As soon as I entered the house, I saw Li Deshun helping people massage, so I said hello.

I didn't eat at noon, and as soon as I entered the house, I smelled the aroma of smoked chicken, and I couldn't help but drool.

"Blind, you unplucked iron rooster, what's wrong with today?"

"It was brought by a friend, the home-raised local chicken, steamed out and smoked with brown sugar."

"Do you still have friends who do this craft?"

"Yes, it's my fan, I always come here a few times a year, if you're hungry, just eat, and save some for me to drink at night."

Wu Ming agreed, not to mention that he was really a little hungry, so he took out a dough cake and stuffed it into his mouth with chicken. After eating a few bites, Wu Ming stopped, looking at the chicken, he always felt a familiar taste, put down the dough, only ate the chicken, put it in his mouth and chewed it carefully, and couldn't help but change his face.

This is not ordinary food, ordinary people really can't eat it differently, but Wu Ming has eaten it since he was a child, this chicken is a sacrifice, and he gives the sacrifice as a gift to others, Li Deshun, a friend, is either sick or has other intentions.

"Working in the city, he is the child of Lao Zhou in Qili Village, this child is quite familiar to me, I didn't wash my hands in a golden basin, I counted his life once, and he had a catastrophe in his life, that is, in the past few years."

"Thaksin's fortune telling?"

"I didn't believe it before, but then I didn't know why I believed it in particular, so I always found someone to tell the hexagram."

As soon as Li Deshun said this, the customer wanted Li Deshun to calculate, and the customer said that he had heard that the blind fortune telling was particularly accurate, Li Deshun smiled, and said that he had not deceived people for a long time, and the customer couldn't help but laugh when he heard it, and echoed and said: "Yes, those fortune tellers are all lies." ”

Wu Ming didn't say anything, ate a few more bites, and fell asleep in the house.

I was in a hurry to go to work at night, and I followed Jin Zhiai to investigate the case in the morning, but I found a few suspects, but Wu Ming didn't speak, and the smell of sweat on his body was also the smell of sweat, how could such a person be a murderer.

After looking for a few days and no results, Wu Ming simply didn't go, feeling that it was all a delay. But within two days, Jin Zhiai came again and said that another one had died.

Wu Ming came to the police station, there were many people staying in the Internet café last night, Wu Ming was quite busy, and when he came to the police station, he felt that his eyelids were fighting, Jin Zhiai helped make a cup of coffee, and after drinking it, he finally got better.

Wu Ming did not see the body, only photos and evidence. The person who died this time, surnamed Liu, nicknamed Tie Operator, had black and white hair on his thin face, with a pair of old-fashioned reading glasses, a bit like an old pedant in the Republic of China era.

This is the appearance, not to mention the fortune teller, other industries are the same, each industry has the appearance of each industry, for example, the person who sells the house will always wear a shirt, and the business has to carry a bag, this fortune teller dresses himself in a special Chinese style, which is the appearance in this circle.

Iron operator, some people call him Liu Shenxian. When chatting, I heard Li Deshun say that the iron operator had just started to set up a stall to tell fortunes, and he was beaten into the hospital several times. Later, I went to Shaanxi, that is, the place with the most tombs, and learned some knowledge of feng shui, and since then, I have changed my career to become a feng shui gentleman, and I don't tell my fortune.

Since Tie Operator became a feng shui master, his life has improved a lot, and he often does good deeds and is highly virtuous. If it is said that the death of the enlightened monk is revenge, then the death of the iron operator cannot be said, this iron operator shows people feng shui, using real talent and real learning, not like enlightenment.

It can be seen that this murderer is here for this fortune-telling business. Wu Ming looked at these evidences, and finally set his eyes on the ghost thing, the iron operator actually has such a ghost thing?

Could it be that the iron operator also uses this crooked and evil method?

Wu Ming was quite puzzled, so he picked up the ghost thing, took it through the vacuum bag and sniffed it on his nose, it was that faint smell. Jin Zhiai watched Wu Ming look at other evidence, only glanced at it, but finally became interested in an inconspicuous silver ornament, this silver looked dark and swarthy, and he couldn't see anything different. I didn't want to ask, but I couldn't help but be curious, so I asked, "What is this thing?" It has appeared from the evidence of both deceased persons, whether it is related to the case. ”

"The full version of this thing is a six-sided and seven-skull, a kind of ghost thing, and the legend can predict the prophet, but what the actual effect is, I don't know."

"Can you provide any clues?"

Wu Ming shook his head helplessly, this really can't.

Jin Zhiai stared at the big eyes, his expression was particularly dissatisfied, and asked Wu Ming what he thought, even if it was a guess, but Wu Ming really couldn't say why, and after thinking for a long time, he still added: "This thing and the monk of Enlightenment are made of the same person's bones." ”

Jin Zhiai heard it and felt that this was a good clue, so he hurriedly went to the Physical Evidence Department to confirm it. Wu was obviously fine, so he leaned back on Jin Zhiai's comfortable office chair and fell asleep unconsciously.

In a daze, I had a dream, and in the dream, I saw my grandfather making paste-like noodles.

"You're still nostalgic for the old days, you eat noodles every time, is there any mine this time?"

Grandpa didn't speak, as if he couldn't see Wu Ming, at this time, a person came, and it turned out to be the well-dressed iron operator. Grandpa and Tie Operator said, "There is still a long way ahead, let's eat a bowl of noodles." ”

As he spoke, Grandpa filled a bowl of noodles for the iron operator. This time, Wu Ming was mentally prepared and watched with wide eyes. As soon as the noodles were put into the bowl, they changed their shapes, and one by one they became centipedes, scorpions, and poisonous snakes.

"Is it delicious?"

Grandpa asked.

"It's good."

The iron operator also ate in ignorance, and the fresh poison came out of his nostrils, eyes, and ears, and he sucked it, like snot, and sucked it in again.

Wu Ming woke up from his chair and couldn't help but think: Why is this dream again? Is there still information in it, haven't you guessed it?