When it was close to evening, Xiaomei really took out a few small medicine bottles from Chen Zhi's salute.

Xiaomei deliberately changed into light-colored clothes, hid a few pills in her hand, and chatted with Chen Zhi like a child.

just coaxed and persuaded him, which can be regarded as letting him take the medicine.

The strength of the medicine rose quickly, and after a few minutes, Chen Zhi had fallen asleep soundly.

Xiaomei exhaled, "That's it."

After saying that, she looked down at her watch, "You have about three hours, and during this period, he will hardly get sick."

"Okay."

Turning my head, I closed the curtains and took out the prepared things in advance, and Chen Zhi was also placed on my flat lying down.

"Xiaomei."

I sat cross-legged across from Chen Zhi, dipped the incense on my hand in sesame oil, and inserted it between Chen Zhi's fingers.

Turning my head, I picked up the blade I had prepared in advance and made a cut on Chen Zhi's hand.

Xiaomei cleverly brought the porcelain bowl on the ground and caught the dripping blood.

Soon, the blood completely occupied the bottom of the bowl, and Xiaomei immediately took out the gauze.

I quickly stopped, "This bit of blood can't die, don't cover it!"

Xiaomei withdrew her hand stupidly, and I yelled at her again: "Light the ever-bright lamp, one on the top of your head, and one on each of your limbs."

When everything was ready, I held the photos of Chen Qu's childhood in my arms.

Turning my head, I looked at Xiaomei, "Is Ai Ye ready?"

"Here."

Artemisia leaves are indeed a good thing to ward off evil spirits, but after August, wormwood is something that attracts yin.

I swept the wormwood up and down the door in front of Chen, and recited the words of the probing in my mouth.

"On day B, when the mountain god arrives, go less to the tomb and less to the temple."

After reading a sentence, I looked back at the blood in the bowl, and there was no ripple in it, so I resumed reading.

"On the day of the C-Shen death, ordinary people are frightened."

In the bowl, there is still no movement.

……

waited until I finished reading the full set of words to explore the yin, and the blood in the bowl was like a pool of stagnant water, and there was no movement at all.

Xiaomei leaned over to me and asked tentatively, "Master, what are you thinking about?"

"Detective words, let's see if this person is dead."

This is one of the techniques called daytime probing.

In the past, communication was not developed, and if there was a war, and the relatives in the family went to the battlefield, and they did not return for many years, and they did not know whether the person was alive or dead, they would invite a wizard to use this method to see if the relatives were still alive.

The most important thing is that you can also calculate where this person died and where he is.

If this man had not died, the lights above his head and at his hands would have gone out, and it would definitely not be a pool of stagnant water.

We thought we had found the key to unlock the lock, but we didn't expect to go to a deeper dead end.

After a while, I sighed heavily and turned my head to look at Xiaomei: "You are watching here, I will come back immediately."

With that, I got up and went to Xia Min's room.

Xia Min and Momoko sat side by side on the bed, and when they saw me come in, they immediately bounced up from the bed.

"How?"

I hesitated, shook my head, and told me the ins and outs of the story.

Xia Min's eyes couldn't hide his disappointment: "After all, I don't know if this person is dead or alive now, right?"

"Don't jump to conclusions."

Even so, I feel hopeful: "The problem may not be with us."

"So what do you mean......

I looked down and thought, "Let me think again."

The blows again and again made Xia Min a little discouraged, and he hung his head and didn't speak.

Her state gave me a vague feeling that it was not so good.

I feel like I've probably encountered one of the trickiest things I've ever had since I came down the mountain.

I'm not anxious, but I still have to live.

If you don't have a day, it's not over.

Lying in bed, I couldn't figure out what was wrong.

I thought about it for a long time, and finally pointed the finger at Chen Zhi.

His behavior last night was so weird that I couldn't help but waver.

When Xiaomei and I talked about this again, Xiaomei thought about it for a long time.

"If that's what you're going to say, he's not crazy at all."

I slapped my thigh hard, "It's not impossible."

"Misdiagnosis?" She muttered to herself, denying the point: "I have seen his case, the psychiatric department of the provincial hospital is very famous, and it is impossible to misdiagnose such a serious disease."

"But now that everything is here, it just doesn't make sense."

Xiaomei frowned slightly: "Unless you have a follow-up visit, there is no way to prove anything."

"Follow-up?"

I couldn't help but sneer, "If he really has a ghost in his heart, can he cooperate with you for a follow-up?"

"And how are you going to prove it?"

I took out my phone and checked it on the Internet, and I already had a certain number in my mind.

"Come with me, if it's true or not, we'll find out at night."