I watched Cao Ying and their hair jump, but Luo Jia reached for it with her eyes shining.

I want to laugh at this scene.

"Poof!" Someone laughed out loud.

I turned my head and saw the fat man smiling vigorously.

After relieving himself, Huo Haiwei said: "Okay, the rest of the matter is to hand over the entire case to Qin Fei!" Something called me, I'll go back first! Ziwu, I'll send you and Biaozi back! ”

"Oh, here we are!" The fat man answered, and quickly pulled me away.

I looked back at Cao Ying, who smiled at me, and I smiled too.

Knowing that she had dispelled her suspicions about me, I felt a lot more relieved, and followed the fat man into Huo Haiwei's car.

After getting in the car, Huo Haiwei said to me while driving towards the old street: "I will tell Cao Ying and them when I go back, don't worry, there will never be such a thing in the future." ”

I said "um".

The fat man spoke, "Uncle Huo, I know Ziwu, if it weren't for the fact that thing was too evil to appear in front of people, Ziwu wouldn't hide it and not say it." However, don't worry, we are all conscious, if we change to something else, we will definitely take it out as soon as possible, and we will never swallow it privately! ”

The fat man was clever enough to say what I didn't have to say directly.

Huo Haiwei smiled, "I don't doubt this at all, what I said must be counted!" Today's case, I will report to Zhou Lao when I go back, didn't you say that it has something to do with the Ding who appeared on his side? ”

Speaking of which, I just told me about the phone call to Assistant Ma.

"Huh? Have you called? That's fine, I'll send you back later, and I'll be right there. ”

As I said earlier, I don't know how the same batch of cultural relics could have been involved with the old man and the scrap yard.

It's just that I'm only responsible for exorcism and evil spirits, and I won't interfere in other things.

So, despite my curiosity, I didn't ask much.

As the old saying goes, everything has a cause and effect.

Back in the store, it was already early in the morning, and Aunt Liu didn't get up.

The fat man and I tiptoed upstairs without taking a shower, so we lay down and went to sleep.

In the morning, I seemed to hear the sound of the stone egg getting up, but I was called down by Aunt Liu.

When I woke up again, it was almost noon.

I heard someone talking down there, so I yawned.

The fat man was still sleeping, and I kicked the bed, "Fatty, get up!" ”

The fat man snorted twice, rolled over and fell asleep again.

I left him alone, took a shower and changed my clothes and went downstairs.

Aunt Liu walked out of the store, saw me and said, "It's just that there are customers coming, I didn't buy anything, what time did you come back last night?" Don't sleep anymore? ”

"Don't sleep!" I said, "I'll have something to do later." ”

Today is the first hexagram of the three hexagrams of each month, and I made an appointment for the afternoon.

The fat man came down in a few moments, and I was already sitting at the table for lunch.

One afternoon, he watched me divinate the people who came.

This person is not a big deal, he just wants to calculate whether his company will make a lot of money.

After sending people away, people began to come to the store, and it was evening after the busy work.

After dinner, there was nothing to do, the fat man sat on the tea beach and watched TV, chatting with Aunt Liu.

I was drinking tea while holding an ancient book and looking at it.

I didn't even notice that my behavior was becoming more and more similar to my master's.

It's just that I looked at the book and my mind began to churn through recent events again.

Why did my master leave?

What is the secret between him and Zhou Lao?

What is going on between the bronze tripod and the artifacts in the scrap yard?

Everything is strung together, and there is also the shadow of the evil man of South Asia mixed in.

It's messy, there are too many threads, it's just a mess.

Night.

We all rested, and in the old alley outside the old street, a man slowly walked to the door of a small clinic and stopped.

The figure tilted his head slightly, and glanced at the way to and fro, and the light from the curtains of the neighbor's house next to him reflected the face of a man.

The man was in his forties, wearing glasses, and there was an indescribable panic in his eyes.

In this already cool weather, his forehead was actually covered with sweat.

He took out the key, opened the door to the small clinic, and walked inside.

After a while, the lights inside turned on, and there was a counter with all kinds of medicines, and next to it was a sofa coffee table and a water dispenser.

Between the two medicine cabinets, there was a curtain, and he walked in and turned on another lamp, the cold color of the fluorescent lamp made it look extremely pale.

There is a sofa next to it, and opposite is a desk and chair.

Somewhat weakly, he walked to the couch and sat down, leaned back, closed his eyes, and rubbed his forehead with his fingers wearily.

"Kalala!"

A strange sound appeared, and the man was startled, opened his eyes and sat up straight, looking in the direction of the door.

Except for the slight shaking of the curtain of the cloth, there was nothing.

He quickly got up, lifted the curtain, tucked it aside, and looked up.

The fluorescent lamps outside, equally white, illuminated the place with a cold and cold feeling.

The door is closed.

It was dark outside, and he swallowed a little and walked briskly to the door to recheck the lock.

The door was locked, and he lowered his arm as if he were exerting his strength, and turned to walk back.

The slightly rickety body is as if he is carrying something very heavy.

Back on the couch, the man's face looked more tired, and the blackness under his eyes became more pronounced.

Feeling thirsty, he looked at the water dispenser at the door, hesitated for a while, and finally got up again, went over to take a glass of water, and drank it in one gulp.

After drinking the water, he put the disposable water cup on top of the water dispenser, took a deep breath, and returned to the sofa.

He closed his eyes, rubbed his temples, took off his glasses and put them on the table, and did eye exercises on himself with both hands.

I'm so tired!

Men feel so tired!

He leaned over and lay down on the couch, as if he wanted to sleep for a while.

Suddenly, the sound of "kalala" came again.

He opened his eyes suddenly, but did not move, pricking up his ears to listen carefully.

"Rustling ......"

It seems that someone is moving around, very light, very slow!

He listened carefully and sat up slowly.

"Click......

It seems that the sound of walking has become louder.

His eyes widened as he looked at the closed door inside.

He quickly stood up, put on his glasses, opened the drawer of the doctor's desk, rummaged through it, and finally got a screwdriver from the drawer below.

He tried it, but felt that it was not suitable, so he changed to a large one.

He looked at the door, walked over slowly, and reached out to push the door, very slowly.

The door opened, and the outside light shone inside.

Inside, it looks like an operating room, with a blue screen.

He reached out and pressed the switch next to him, and the light came on, still a white and cold fluorescent lamp.

He gripped the screwdriver and took a sharp step from his left.

In the middle is an empty operating table, with a sink on the right and a row of cabinets on the left.

He looked back and forth, and it was empty.

Where does the sound come from?

There was a look of horror in his eyes.

"Tick! Tick! ”

He turned his head abruptly and saw that the faucet in the pool next to him was dripping.

He exhaled, took another deep breath, laughed self-deprecatingly, and walked over to close the faucet.

The sound of dripping water was gone, he put the screwdriver on the table next to him, turned on the faucet again, reached over with both hands to wash it, took off his glasses again, picked up the water and washed his face.

Raising his head, he looked at the mirror above the pool and wiped it with his hand, then he looked behind him from the mirror and hurriedly grabbed his glasses and put them on.