"What's wrong!?" I hurriedly responded.

"It's all right," Su Xue said hurriedly, "You can come in..."

"Okay," I said, snuffing out the cigarette butt in my hand.

Together with the fat man, he went back to the living room.

Listening to Su Xuejing, she was afraid that when she was dressing, she didn't believe that she would touch the fine needle I had just dropped, so she simply wrapped her mother's body with a bath towel. He also asked me, "Is that possible?"

"Of course," I confessed, "it's better..."

However, Su Xuejing's consideration is more cautious than mine.

I even forgot to remind her when I went out just now that she should not touch the seven thin needles.

"Next," Su Xuejing asked, "Mr. Jiang, how are you going to put this matter together?"

"Yes," the fat man was also curious, and said that his aunt was like this every time, and after the people in the Xuanmen came to clean up, they would stop for two days, just like now... But when you wake up two days later, it will get worse, and the more you make trouble, the more fierce it becomes!

I've heard them talk about this before... So he waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, I've just started to investigate!"

"Check it now?" The fat man was stunned: "Then what did you do when you came in and made a fuss for a long time just now?"

I ignored him and looked at the woman on the bed.

The quilt covered the woman tightly, and Su's mother looked unconscious, as if she was asleep at first glance. Although I have been in Beijing for half a year, frankly speaking, I know what a bath towel is, but to what extent that thing can be wrapped and covered. I really haven't seen it, just my 5,000 yuan, including rent, water and electricity, used it for half a year... Where do I use a bath towel?

So I didn't dare to lift the quilt for a while.

However, Su Xuejing saw my embarrassment and came up to ask carefully, "Mr. Jiang, what's wrong? Do you need my help?"

"Hmm," I was waiting for.

He immediately said to her, "Help pull out your mother's left hand and give it to me..."

Su Xuejing was obviously stunned and looked at me in astonishment.

Perhaps surprised that at the moment, I was like two people just now.

At first, I was desperately concerned about human life, so I would have no scruples, but now... The situation was not urgent, so I became more polite.

"It's just," the fat man asked curiously, "From this hand, the little brother can see the reason?"

"yes," I nodded.

"So amazing?" The fat man hurriedly asked, "How do you want to look at it, is it the same as looking at palm prints?"

"There's a big difference between the two," I thought, "there's still a big difference!"

"What can you see from your hands?" The fat man asked again.

"I can see where that thing came from," I thought, "People don't get together, ghosts don't come together... I want to find out the origin of that thing, and I want to investigate the grievances in it... Why?"

"Wait," the fat man was stunned, "just by looking at your hands, like the Chinese medicine medicine practitioner, you can know what is the origin of the dirty thing that is haunting my aunt?"

"Yes," I nodded, smiling, no longer having time to elaborate.

Because while talking, Su Xuejing had already reached out her mother's hand out of the quilt... She smiled politely, "Mr. Jiang, it's okay!"

"Okay," I said, stepping forward, looking at my left hand.

The fat man interrupted from the side, and he just reminded out of curiosity: "Jiang, little brother of the Jiang family, doesn't this usually say, men on the left and women on the right? My aunt is a woman... What do you think of your left hand?"

"Don't interrupt," Su Xue made a silent gesture at the fat man with a deep brow.

But I'm not in a hurry at the moment, so I casually responded while looking at my hands: "Usually many Xuanmen people say this, but when you go out to see things, you usually take your left hand."

"Why?" The fat man asked.

"Because," I said, "the left hand is cleaner than the right."

"No, it won't," the fat man looked at Su Mu's hand curiously and said, "How can it be said that the left hand is cleaner than the right hand with the same washing method for both hands?"

I laughed dumbly, "By cleanliness, I mean relatively little contact with filth... The dominant hand of man is usually the right hand, and occasionally the right hand is used."

"Occasionally, what?" The fat man's tone rose, and he asked without understanding, "Brother Jiang, you should make it clearer."

"This," I didn't know how to speak.

However, Su Xuejing laughed, and she said very tactfully, "The butcher kills with a knife, and the fishmonger scrapes the scales with his right hand... Even ordinary people go to the toilet and their hands will be stained with bad luck and blood, so it is inevitable that the right hand is more filthy than the left hand!"

The fat man said "oh", and as soon as he said that, he understood.

I can't help but say, "Hey... The little brother of the Jiang family, just said no, and it was over, and he talked about it or something."

"Yes, it's the same as Su Xuejing said, of course," I can't deny either, "except for left-handers."

Although I didn't ask Su Xuejing in detail if her mother was left-handed.

But when I got the needle down just now, I noticed that Su Mu's right hand was obviously slightly larger than her left hand!

Looking at things is like a detective solving a case, and the clues can also be restored by blow molding.

So the common sense of some details is clearly mentioned in Granny Bai's diary (notes)... When a person reaches the age of adolescence, his left hand and right hand are no longer exactly the same size.

Often the dominant hand, will be slightly larger!

Therefore, after I noticed it, I took Su Mu's left hand and looked at it carefully......

Checking hands and seeing things is the basic skill of North Malaysia, which is similar to Langzhong's pulse. If the second joint of the middle finger of the left hand beats, it means that it is your own immortal.

The middle finger of the right hand jumps, indicating that it is an alien immortal... The fingertip beating indicates that it is a child,

The heartbeat of the hand indicates that there is a ghost, and the base of the thumb beats, indicating that someone who has died has been found.

But strangely, when I looked into Su Mu's hand, I found that the second knuckle of the middle finger of Su Mu's left hand was slightly beating, and that kind of beating was like muscle twitching.

It's very weak, presumably because the evil spirit that rushed to the body has left, so the physical signs have become weaker.

It's strange, I frowned, because this place beats, representing its own immortals!?

"What's wrong, Mr. Jiang?" Rao saw my expression and became solemn, so Su Xuejing hurriedly asked, "Is there something wrong?"

I put down Su's mother's hand and verified, "Your mother is... My family?"

"What kind of family?" Su Xuejing's willow eyebrows touched: "What does Xiangjia mean?"

"Hey," the fat man sighed and said busily, "What does this family mean, it means peers!"

"Oh," Su Xuejing understood, but she hurriedly shook her head, "My mother, I'm not from your Xuanmen... It's not even a goddess."

Then the second knuckle of the middle finger of her left hand beats, which means ......

North Horse Hunt for Dragons