The man reached into his shirt pocket, pulled out a vertical strip two fingers thick, and spread it out in his hand.

Qin Ding looked at the man's palm, this thing was about eight centimeters long, and the texture didn't look like wood, but like a piece of metal, with the color of jujube gold, and there were some incomprehensible patterns on it.

"This is the Soul Hunt? It's a small piece."

"yes."

Qin Ding leaned over to the man, stretched out his hand and wanted to touch it, he wanted to see what material it was.

The man's hand withdrew to the side, shrunk his nose and hurriedly said, "This thing is an exclusive item, you can only look at it, not touch it."

"Oh, and it's iron?"

"It's brass."

"Brazen? It's a bit of a bit technological."

The man shrunk his nose again.

"Brother Ming, what's wrong with you?"

"You, you haven't showered in a few days?"

Qin Ding sniffed left and right, but he didn't smell anything strange. ap.

"What, you smell me?"

The man was a little embarrassed.

"yes, it smells big, it really stinks."

Qin Ding wondered, he hadn't been washing for a long time, and he hadn't sweated much, how could it stink. Besides, he didn't smell himself at all, could it be that the noses of the soul hunters were special, and they could smell what he couldn't smell?

"Uh, yes, me, then I'll take a shower in the afternoon."

"Wash it, it really stinks."

After the man finished speaking, he didn't see outside, and sat directly on the small stool to look around the room, probably he didn't have anything to talk about to continue chatting with Qin Ding.

"The prefectural-sama should be coming soon."

Qin Ding looked at the table below, it was almost twelve o'clock, and he wondered what to ask Fu Tianming next.

"Well, it's coming.

Brother Ming, how many soul arresters are there in the Soul Detective?"

The man's gaze wandered around the room, "More than a dozen, I haven't counted them yet."

"How many of them have the seal?"

The man's gaze fell on the doorframe, and then smiled.

"No more than six. Eh, you're quite a personality, huh?"

Qin Ding was counting in his heart how many soul arresters could arrest fifth-level murderous souls, and he didn't quite understand what Fu Tianming was talking about.

"What's wrong with my personality?"

The man's chin lifted and pointed above the door frame.

"Well, you can stick this talisman there, you can be said to be the first person."

Qin Ding looked at the talisman on the door frame, and this time he didn't speak.

If memory serves, all the Soul Hunters who came here were all interested in the talisman posted on the door frame, and even if they didn't say anything, they would always notice the top of the door frame.

So, what the hell happened to this talisman? What happened to the door frame? Why do the Soul Killers care and marvel? Isn't this what Uncle Ma posted? Qin Ding always felt that the soul hunters thought that he had posted it.

Is there anything special about this talisman or ......

"Brother Ming, what kind of talisman is this? Isn't it some peach charm used by Tian Yang? Can't you put it on the door?"

The man's smiling face suddenly became puzzled.

"You don't know what it is? It's not your ......."

Before the man's words were finished, Uncle Ma walked in from the door. Qin Ding thought to himself, this Uncle Ma really knows how to pinch a little bit every time, and he comes at a critical moment, it really seems to be deliberate.

"Xiaofu, it's time to hand in the task?"

The man immediately got up, still a little nervous.

"Governor-sama."

Qin Ding saw Fu Mingyuan take out four tapes from his pocket, took out another light gray bead from his shirt pocket, and handed it to Uncle Ma together.

Uncle Ma didn't look at the man, let alone take the things handed over by the man in his hand, but leaned over and put the lunch box in his hand on the small table.

The man was obviously a little embarrassed, but he still bent slightly to the side.

At this time, Uncle Ma turned around and looked at the man's face.

"Xiaofu, did you keep you waiting?"

The man smiled reluctantly, somewhat unnaturally.

"No, no, I'm just here."

"I've been so talkative when I first came, and I'm still sitting on a small stool, are you going to explain everything to my parents?"

The man's expression froze, as if he realized that he had said too much to Qin Ding just now.

"Give it to me."

The man quickly handed over the tape and beads again.

Uncle Ma took it with no expression on his face, but Qin Ding could feel a terrifying aura that was not angry and self-threatening, which Uncle Ma had never shown in front of him, which made him feel surprised and a little uneasy.

"You and your Director Feng are in the same batch of detective centers, you should learn more, keep your mouth shut, don't always take the rules as a deaf ear, be careful that one day you are struck by thunder, you don't know how you died."

The man's head kept his head down and didn't dare to raise it, Qin Ding could see Fu Mingyuan's body trembling, and at the same time, he also tasted something from Uncle Ma's words, that is, Uncle Ma didn't say that Fu Mingyuan was listening alone, including himself.

It seems that Uncle Ma knows that Fu Mingyuan has just said a lot of things, so he is very unhappy.

"Now that I know about the prefect, I'll pay more attention to it in the future."

"Let's go, let's go, disturb our dinner."

The man secretly wiped the sweat from his face, and then went out with his head down.

In this process, Qin Ding didn't dare to come out, and it looked like he had made some mistake and shrunk aside, of course, half of it was pretended by him.

He felt in his heart that Uncle Ma was not as amiable as usual, and Uncle Ma had another side, so Uncle Ma might have a problem with his kindness.

After Fu Mingyuan went out, Uncle Ma snorted.

"This kid is good at everything, but his mouth is too big, no matter who he meets, he will say anything, and he can't wait to make all the old guys public. If you don't give him a look, he doesn't know what is important."

Qin Ding's body relaxed and sat down at the small table.

"I'm scared to death, uncle, you're quite scary."

"What are you scared of? Did he tell you a lot of things?"

"No, no, just chatted a few words."

"What did he talk to you about?"

Qin Ding's throat was a little dry.

"He, he said I stink. Uncle, can you smell it? Last time, the Soul Hunter also said that I stink, and I was embarrassed to death."

Uncle Ma laughed.

"You listen to their nonsense, why didn't I smell it. But you haven't taken a shower in the past six days, and you still have a little smell on your body.

Why don't you go out and find a bathhouse in the afternoon?"

As soon as Qin Ding heard that he was going to go out from here, he felt panicked, and he could always think of the thunder outside the door.

It wasn't a psychological shadow, but a strong intuition that warned him not to go anywhere until he had passed on the white-faced blackness to the right person.

"I'll wash it here."

Uncle Ma was a little surprised, looking at the wall, I don't know if he was looking at the basin or the water tank.

"Wash here? How to wash? Take the basin?"

"Well, uncle, I forgot to tell you. Last time, the Soul Hunter thought I smelled, so I used the water tank as a bathtub and took a bath."

Uncle Ma sighed, and then laughed.

"You can really do it, the water tank is a bathtub. Oh, I see, you're using paper figures to clean up? That's smart."

"Well, the paper figure is very clean, but it's a bit troublesome to mix the water, and you have to scoop the water before pouring hot water.

It's okay to wash like this in the summer, but it's definitely not enough hot water in the winter."

Uncle Ma turned his head to look at the water tank and didn't speak for a while, after more than ten seconds.

"You wash like this first, and then talk about it when the hot water is not enough.

Okay, the food we delayed is going to be cold, you eat quickly, eat

It's over, and we're going to keep the record."

Not to mention, the ramen in the morning is not very anti-hunger, and Qin Ding's stomach has long been growling.

Today, Uncle Ma brought three lunch boxes, which made Qin Ding a little surprised,

He quickly opened the lunch boxes one by one, a box of rice, a box of stir-fried vegetables, and a box of ...... Small river shrimp with the smell of alcohol.

Qin Ding looked at the shrimp in the lunch box and was stunned, because he seemed to see that the whiskers of several of the shrimp were still moving.

"Uncle, this, this shrimp is alive?"

Uncle Ma smiled and came closer.

"It's alive, haven't you ever eaten raw pickled drunken shrimp? Taste it, the boss said it was soft and sweet."

Qin Ding swallowed slightly, it wasn't that he was greedy, but that he suddenly felt a little scary.

When the living thing entered his mouth, he had to chew it with his teeth, and when he thought about it, his stomach was still churning a little, as if some kind of fishy smell resonated in his nasal cavity.

"Uncle, I, I really can't accept the raw thing."

"It's fresh. It's not as terrible as you think, they're all drunk and faint, and some of them are already dead, or if you eat this one, I think this one is already dead."

Qin Ding couldn't control his expression anymore, he refused, but Uncle Ma picked up the chopsticks and handed one to his mouth.

"Try it and promise not to regret it."

Qin Ding half-pushed, there seemed to be an illusion in the gap, he saw the leg of the shrimp on Uncle Ma's chopsticks, which was kicking up and down densely.

The more scared he was, the more he was in his mouth, he accidentally reluctantly compromised, and Uncle Ma's chopsticks sent the shrimp into Qin Ding's mouth.

A fishy smell mixed with a strong smell of wine and spiciness, and even a strange stench filled Qin Ding's mouth, his teeth didn't move, but the shrimp bounced inside.

Under such a sudden stimulus, Qin Ding's tongue originally wanted to push out, but the shrimp flicked into his throat dishonestly, and he swallowed a live shrimp that had awakened whole.

Qin Ding sat up from the stool in an instant, bent over and began to retch, but this was actually useless.

Uncle Ma hurriedly patted him on the back, Qin Ding's face was flushed, and tears and snot were about to fly out.

"Xiao Qin, your reaction is too big, isn't it just a shrimp, I also said that you like to eat this kind of thing, I already knew to buy it for you."

After retching for a long time, Qin Ding straightened up and wiped away his tears and snot with some toilet paper.

It wasn't entirely because he swallowed a live shrimp that made him so disgusting, but because there was a strange, complex taste that spread in his mouth and made him faintly gag.

I didn't know what kind of wine this shrimp was pickled in, how could it be such a strange smell, so he quickly picked up the water glass and took a sip.

Uncle Ma suddenly laughed.

"You're not going to swallow that shrimp whole, are you? You'll really have to drink some water, and maybe we'll be able to revive it."

Uncle Ma's joke didn't make Qin Ding laugh, and it made him a little more irritable.

"Uncle, let's eat it in the future. I can't get used to it."

"I know, I told you to give you a whole bit of freshness, but you still can't accept it."

"Can you accept this strange smell? Isn't this pickled, why don't you try it?"

"I've already had lunch, I'll bring this back later.

Okay, slow down, right? You can always eat mapo tofu."

Qin Ding actually didn't have much appetite, but his stomach was screaming very honestly, he picked up the lunch box with rice and ate it with tofu.

Uncle Ma had already closed the lid of the box of raw pickled drunken shrimp on the side.

"Xiao Qin, have you finished writing all the tapes?"

Qin Ding snorted while pulling the rice.

"Then you eat first, and I'll check if there's anything wrong with the transcript first."

Uncle Ma got up and walked to the desk, picked up the notebook and flipped through it.

Qin Ding was chewing rice and vegetables while looking at Uncle Ma.

He remembered that Uncle Ma had said before about the rules for recording tapes

Then, before protecting the record, it needs to be checked by the prefect, and it seems that he can directly protect the record after eating.