Holding a mobile phone in his hand, a photo of Zhang Tianqing's business card is displayed on the mobile phone.

Jiang Fan used this as a medium to carry out the "derivation" technique.

The gossip compass turned, and Jiang Fan tried to get more information about Zhang Tianqing.

However, Jiang Fan did not derive any information.

"Sure enough, it doesn't work."

Jiang Fan shook his head.

It's too difficult to derive a photo of a business card, especially one on your phone.

Derivation is amazing though.

But there are some basic logics that need to be followed.

This basic logic is generally divided into two types.

First, if you want to deduce a person or a thing, you generally need some basic information about this person or thing.

For example, a person's birthday, face, etc., or some basic information about things.

Once you have some basic information, you can use it as a basis for further derivation to obtain more information.

Just like Jiang Fan shows fortune telling, this is the case.

And the second.

If you have a deep connection with a person, or an event, there is a direct causal connection.

Then even if you don't know anything about this person or this thing, you can deduce something from the connection.

For example, at the beginning, Jiang Fan used himself as a medium to deduce where his life path was, and he deduced the paper man.

But in fact, Jiang Fan at that time didn't know anything about the paper man murder incident at Nanhai University, but he could still get some information.

That's it.

These two basic logics are actually the essence of derivation techniques.

And now, Jiang Fan only knows Zhang Tianqing's name and mobile phone number, but he doesn't know anything else.

And the two don't have any direct intersection and connection.

Relying on this information alone, wanting to deduce more information is really a bit out of line for Jiang Fan.

"It's not very difficult to get Zhang Tianqing's basic information, ask Li Zhe to help me check it tomorrow, there should be no problem.

I don't want to wait until tomorrow, though.

Late will change.

So it can only deepen the connection between me and Zhang Tianqing.

It's not that hard. ”

Jiang Fan looked at the phone number on the business card in the photo, entered it into the mobile phone, and then dialed it.

……

Nanjin Homestead.

Among the detached houses.

Zhang Tianqing was forced by the spell, and after smashing things in anger and roaring to vent, he also calmed down.

"Someone has definitely broken my spell. Probably also a warlock who knows how to do magic.

Judging from the current situation, the level of this warlock may be above mine.

I have to tell the master about this, it's not something I can solve.

Also, there is something inexplicably about that woman that attracts me, and it is also very strange, what is it? ”

After Zhang Tianqing calmed down, he also figured out something in his heart, and immediately took out his mobile phone, ready to call his master to report the situation he had just encountered.

However, before he could make a call, an unfamiliar number came in.

"Huh? Who calls me? ”

Zhang Tianqing looked at the unfamiliar number, and the number on the caller ID was local to Nanhai City.

"Who could it be? That woman? ”

In this case, someone suddenly called him, and it was still an unfamiliar number, so Zhang Tianqing couldn't help but think about it.

"Do you want to pick it up?"

Zhang Tianqing knew that if it was the woman who called him, it was likely that the warlock next to the woman would also be there.

The other party called suddenly, and there must have been a purpose.

Zhang Tianqing's best way to deal with it is not to answer, in this way, no matter what the other party's purpose is, it can't affect him anything.

But Zhang Tianqing hesitated for a moment, and finally chose to connect.

He didn't want to show too much weakness.

In this spell confrontation, he was defeated, but this did not mean that he was afraid of the other party, and he didn't even dare to answer the other party's call.

Can the other party still kill him over the phone without the slightest medium?

It may be that he is lonely and unheard, at least Zhang Tianqing has never heard of this method.

If the other party can really do this kind of thing, then he admits it.

The phone is connected.

A muddy and hoarse male voice came from the phone, with a questioning and a hint of affirmation:

"Zhang Tianqing?"

"Who are you?"

Hearing the other party's inquiry, Zhang Tianqing did not answer, but asked rhetorically.

"My name is Jiang Fan, Jiang of Jiang Shui, ordinary Fan, remember this name."

The other party's voice was very calm, but it made Zhang Tianqing feel an inexplicable chill.

"You're the warlock next to that woman, and you're the one who broke my spell?"

Zhang Tianqing asked.

"That's right."

"Jiang Fan, is it? Well, I remembered. You won't just let me know you, will you? ”

Zhang Tianqing's face flashed ruthlessly, obviously planning to retaliate in the future.

"Of course not, courtesy is still exchanged, it is the traditional virtue of our Chinese nation, you gave us this great gift, of course I want to return you a bigger gift.

It's up to you to catch it. ”

Jiang Fan's mouth was polite, but his tone became more and more sharp.

"You just have to send it, if I can't catch it, you don't have to worry about it."

Zhang Tianqing also did not show weakness at all.

"Very good, the gift will be coming soon, let's wait and see."

Jiang Fan said a word, and then hung up the phone.

Hearing the blind tone on the phone, Zhang Tianqing's face was cloudy, he took out his mobile phone and dialed his master's number.

Although he didn't show weakness in his mouth, the self-confidence shown by the warlock named Jiang Fan made him feel a little bottomless.

Face and life.

Zhang Tianqing chose the latter without hesitation, he wouldn't really just do nothing, waiting for Jiang Fan's means to come.

……

Jiang Fan's side.

Through this conversation, Jiang Fan and Zhang Tianqing saw each other, and immediately established a relationship of life and death.

With this connection, Jiang Fan once again deduced.

This time, in Jiang Fan's mind, the appearance of a handsome young man appeared.

"It turns out that this is you."

Jiang Fan took out a pen and paper and drew the young man in his mind.

Followed by.

Jiang Fan took out a scarecrow from his bag again.

At the same time, he took out an iron nail.

Bite your finger and slash at the nail, causing it to stain with blood.

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Fan used a blood-stained iron nail to nail the portrait of Zhang Tianqing that he had just drawn to the head of the scarecrow.

The paper man behind him stood up, and the paper scissors in his hands were as red as blood.

Slowly, the paper scissors approached the scarecrow's head.

Starting from the neck, the scarecrow's head is cut open little by little.

"Ah~!"

Jiang Fan covered his neck, blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth, and at this moment, his neck also seemed to be cut off because of the cost of the spell.

The sharp pain, accompanied by difficulty breathing, drowned out Jiang Fan's feelings together.

But Jiang Fan didn't stop.

His eyes were full of ferocity, and he firmly controlled the paper man's blood-colored paper scissors and slowly closed.

Little by little, in the end, the blood-colored paper scissors cut off the scarecrow's head completely!

……

This side of the Nanjin Homeland.

Zhang Tianqing had just called his master, but he hadn't waited for a connection.

He felt a sharp pain in his neck, as if it was about to tear.

A large amount of blood spit out from Zhang Tianqing's mouth, and he couldn't stop it.

"How is that possible?"

Zhang Tianqing covered his neck, his face full of disbelief.

He didn't expect that the warlock named Jiang Fan would retaliate so quickly and so fiercely.

Why could he hurt himself directly?

What is his medium?

What method is used?

Zhang Tianqing, whose mind was full of doubts, felt a strong regret in his heart.

If he hadn't answered the phone call he had just called, would he have escaped?

Zhang Tianqing covered his neck, kept spitting out blood in his mouth, and fell to the ground weakly, and at the same time, the mobile phone he was holding tightly in his hand also fell to the ground because he lost his strength.

Zhang Tianqing, who fell to the ground, could clearly see that the phone showed that the call had been connected.

At the same time, on the other side of the phone, a magnetic man's voice came:

"Xiaotian, what's the matter with me?"

Zhang Tianqing covered his neck with one hand, and the other hand stained with his vomit blood, reached for the phone, trying to grab it, but it was a little close.

This distance is like the boundary between life and death.

It's so distinct, like a chasm.

"Gollum."

Zhang Taiqing's mouth opened at the same time, wanting to say something.

But the surging blood blocked his voice, and he could only make a "gurgling" sound that seemed to be drowning.

"Xiao Tian? What's going on? Is something going on on your side? ”

The person on the other side of the phone seemed to have noticed that something was wrong, and asked again with some doubts.

Zhang Tianqing couldn't reach the mobile phone, nor could he hear the master's voice on the mobile phone.

He couldn't call for help, and he couldn't save himself.

After a dozen seconds.

Zhang Tianqing's palm stretched out to the mobile phone fell to the ground weakly.

His eyes were not closed, they were staring wide, staring at the mobile phone not far away, his eyes were full of unwillingness and despair.