Yanjing, under the 'Changhui Bridge' at the end of the pedestrian street near the university town.

The lights are bright and crowded.

Every Saturday night, there is a night market.

The night market here has been there since the second year of the construction of the 'Changhui Bridge', and the entire coverage of the night market is not only the place under the bridge, but also along the river bank and there are people setting up stalls two hundred meters away.

Every time the night market opens, looking down from the bridge is enough to make people nostalgic for going back and forth. The night market here is also a famous feature of the university town, and it is also a must-visit place for countless college students every week.

Naturally, this night market also sells a lot of things, with a wide variety and a complete range of items. There are clothes sellers, snacks, toys, antiques, etc., but the most famous thing here is 'fortune telling'.

There is a corner here where all fortune tellers are made, there are bearded 'blind' fortune tellers, and there are also obscene 'uncle' fortune tellers, and the above two types are nine out of nine types of fortune tellers in this area. Finally, there is the young youth category, and there are no more than five such people in this area.

Unfortunately, Lin Xining's current identity is one of these five young fortune tellers.

It's been a little bit since I set up a stall in the night market to tell fortunes for people, and I'm familiar with these 'masters', but I don't have a lot of eyes on each other with those who are also young.

The fundamental reason is that the original body is handsome, which attracts the attention of little girls and some boys, and these people who are attracted by the original face are also willing to be fooled by the original body. Every time the night market opens, the original body will never return empty-handed, which makes several young lads who no one cares about very jealous.

But boys, even if they are jealous, they won't be bad enough, but occasionally they encounter the original body and make a few mocking words, after all, they all seem to be students, and the short experience of life is not enough for them to hold back any bad tricks.

On this day, it is the day when the night market opens.

Under the bright lights, the fortune tellers spent three inches of incorruptible tongues and racked their brains to fool every customer in front of them.

And Lin Xining is now sitting cross-legged on the ground, leaning against the protective fence on the bank of the river, and an A4 paper is placed in front of him, on which are written the words 'three trigrams a day, one hexagram one hundred'. One hand held an ancient book whose name was unclear, and in the other hand held a purple bell and shook it unhurriedly.

Such a leisurely and unhurried attitude made the old fortune teller next to him, who had already fooled several people today, earn a lot more than in the past.

I don't know what medicine this kid took today, but when he set up a stall, he suddenly changed the rules, and he also had three trigrams a day, one hexagram and one hundred.

Isn't this just a clear robbery of money, he used to only charge ten yuan at a time, and someone came to him to tell his fortune and it was for his face. Now, he suddenly raised the price tenfold, and those who came to him every week to tell fortunes were not wronged, and if they gave it back to him, it would be a bad mind.

"Fortune telling."

The old gentleman next to him had just finished complaining about Lin Xining in his heart, and someone with a 'bad mind' sent money to Lin Xining.

Lin Xining was reading energetically, and he was not annoyed when he was suddenly disturbed. He just put the book aside, and carefully glanced at the fortune teller who spent a hundred to find him.

I saw that the man was carrying the light on his back, his face was half cloudy and half bright, and the eyebrows and sword eyes that he could see were thin.

One eye I could see was blue and black, and there was a lot of stubble on my chin.

Lin Xining looked down further, although he was wearing casual sportswear, he had an extraordinary bearing, and he was not a person to be messed with at first glance.

"Fortune telling." The man learned from Lin Xining to sit down cross-legged, and casually threw a hundred in front of Lin Xining.

Lin Xining pressed the purple bell in his hand to a hundred yuan, and looked at him seriously: "What's it?" Family luck, your own marriage? ”

The man spoke without hesitation, with a somewhat radical attitude.

"Count the whereabouts of people!"

"Is there a birthday eight?"

"None."

“。。。。。。”

Lin Xining picked up the bell from the new and shook it slowly, and with his other hand, he took the book next to him and leaned it against the railing.

"Let's go. Not counts! ”

The man insisted on sitting cross-legged and was silent for a long time before he spoke: "That's a murderer, our clue is broken." The case has not progressed for a month, and if there is no action, the case will be classified as a suicide case. ”

Lin Xining listened to the man's words and slowly turned the page.

"You don't know his birthday, how can I count it for you. Officer, this is the age of technology, can we still find us 'charlatans' to count the prisoner if we catch a prisoner? ”

The man lowered his head, rubbed for a long time, and took out a small plastic bag from his pocket. He opened the plastic belt, revealing a severed finger inside.

"We only have one of his severed fingers, and the DNA test has not found this person in the whole country, he is a black household."

Lin Xining listened, closed the book, and pressed the bell on the one hundred yuan. With a determined smile on his face, he picked up the severed finger with one hand through a plastic bag.

Lin Xining stared at the severed finger carefully for a long time, and after returning the severed finger to the man, he began to babble there.

"A thousand meters to the southwest, there's the guy you're looking for."

After speaking, Lin Xining put the money in his pocket, and leaned on the railing with the ancient books and bells, restoring the appearance of the man at the beginning.

"Now I believe you again!"

After the man finished speaking, he immediately got up, took out his mobile phone and began to inquire 'what is the place one kilometer southwest', and took a taxi to the destination after leaving the night market.

After the man left, the old fortune teller next to Lin Xining suddenly came to Lin Xining.

"Hou Shengzi, such a person is not easy to mess with at first glance, not to mention that he is still a policeman, you fool him at will, and you will accept the money of other people's servants, be careful that he doesn't catch anyone, and come back and arrest you in prison!"

"I'm not fooling him."

Lin Xining replied, and then regardless of the old fortune teller's stunned look, he continued to read the book in his hand without care.

The old gentleman saw that he was not afraid of death, and suddenly burst into a nameless anger, pulled Lin Xining's book with one hand, and put away the A4 paper in front of Lin Xining.

"You kid, don't you know what's wrong, it's too late to run now, don't wait for that policeman to come back and arrest you!"

Lin Xining had no choice but to sit up straight, looking at this uncle who cared too much about his kindness.

"Uncle, it's not that I said you, I'm not afraid, what are you anxious about. Rest assured! I'm very accurate in my calculations, so I won't lie to you. ”

The old fortune teller, as soon as he touched his beard, touched Lin Xining's forehead again, and muttered, "I don't have a fever!" This sentence.

"What kind of goods are you kid, I still don't know, hurry up and pack your things and run!"

Lin Xining can really only support this enthusiastic uncle.

"Uncle! You, don't worry about me, I still have two trigrams to finish today, and the night market will not end in three hours, so I won't leave for the time being. ”

The old fortune teller was rejected by Lin Xining several times, and his beard was about to be cocked. Seeing that Lin Xining didn't eat oil and salt, he could only stare dryly from the side.

Lin Xining took the book back from the uncle's hand, and leaned lazily on the railing, and his indifferent appearance made the uncle angry and never wanted to pay attention to him anymore.

"Just do it!"