"If I don't make a big deal out of it, can I get the police? If I hadn't put the shredded bodies in front of them and put them in danger, would they have been willing to continue investigating the matter? "Zhuo Feibai has been painting in the Drunken Moon Painting Boat for two years, and there are not a few policemen who come and go, and even among her benefactors, there are policemen.

But whenever she reported to the police, saying that she didn't stay in the painting boat voluntarily, no one ever paid attention to her.

Even if she saw with her own eyes that the girl on the boat was killed for various reasons, and she rose up to report the case, she was never in the sea. No one would even threaten her to keep her mouth shut. Because even if she, a prostitute, told the truth, no one would believe it.

Zhuo Feibai only understood at that time, the mother of the painting boat? The police? They are all raccoon dogs, and in order to make money, for pleasure, they can bury all the pickles.

"Did she just admit that she was the murderer of the Jinhehua burial of the female corpse and the Liang Shang corpse crushing case? No wonder it went so smoothly when she was questioned just now, it turned out that she had already thought of a rhetoric and framed Master Chen. Yang Mingdong looked like he had a sudden realization.

Jiang Buwan's heart was cold, and at this moment, he actually understood Zhuo Feibai's helplessness. Yang Mingdong's 'taken for granted' is a profound interpretation of Zhuo Feibai's words. No one cares what a prostitute says, she just needs to memorize the charges that don't belong to her.

She just said that she did the flower burial, and that she deliberately showed us the broken bodies, but she never admitted that she killed these two people. Yang Myeongdong, don't talk nonsense. "Zheng Junli is really afraid that Yang Mingdong's mouth is open, and one day he will be killed.

"In the past two years, you are the first to investigate the case." Zhuo Feibai chuckled, she looked at Zheng Junli, and her heart was mixed.

In fact, she also knew in her heart that even if she made a big fuss, at most it would be a temporary reversal, and it would not be long before all this would be suppressed, and then fall silent again.

"I don't know what kind of broken corpse, but I've seen the appearance of the corpse of the flower burial girl, she was not killed by you." Jiang Bu looked at the dozens of souls that followed behind Zhuo Feibai one by one, and confirmed that there were no female corpses buried in them.

"How could I kill Siwan."

Zhuo Feibai walked to the window and stared out of the window, as if remembering something.

It was the hundredth day of her captivity in this room, and she still refused to bow her head to receive customers.

The turtle male who guarded her took turns on duty, and she was ready to take advantage of this to jump off the golden river. It was Siwan who appeared, pulled her out, and let her live well.

Siwan said that some guests said that a new era is coming, and places like the painting boat will soon be banned, so let her endure it a little longer. To be alive is to wait until that day.

On the side, Zhuo Feibai may not believe it.

But a new era will come, and Zhuo Feibai is sure.

Because she is a person of the new era.

But she waited for two years, and the water of the Golden River was still so dark and bottomless, and she was still the one who was relegated to the dust. Nothing went for the better, and she was still the same bird trapped in a cage.

This made her start to doubt herself, wondering if there really was a new era, and whether that era would just be her imagination? Otherwise, why is it so unreachable?

"Whether it's a flower burial, black snow, or a dozen souls behind you. You can't do these things alone. Are you ......" Jiang Bu walked up to Zhuo Feibai, held her right hand, and looked down at her palm.

Zhuo Feibai has a peach blossom mark in his palm, and the strong demon fragrance in this house comes from it.

It turned out that from the very beginning, it was Zhuo Feibai who led them to the Drunken Moon Painting Boat.

"You really made a deal with the youkai...... Jiang Buwan muttered. Mortals who trade with demons will have marks belonging to monsters in their palms, these things used to only exist in Jiang Butai's ancient magic books, but today they appeared in front of Jiang Butai's eyes in an incredible way.

Zhuo Feibai withdrew his hand and pointed to the wardrobe where the Peach Blossom Demon was sealed.

"That love brain, in order to stay young forever and wait for her lover, gave me this ghost thing, forced me to be her ghost, and tricked people into giving her to suck it." Zhuo Feibai's eyes were full of hatred, and his words were sonorous. "I'll find a man for her to suck it, she doesn't want it yet, for fear of getting into trouble and ruining the drunken moon painting boat, so that her lover will never find a way back."

"So you can only hit the idea on the girl on the drunken moon painting boat." Jiang Butai finally knew where the dozens of ghosts behind Zhuo Feibai came from.

"I admit that although I was forced to kill people out of desperation, it was all for my own life. But only if I live, can I wait for the 'new era' that Siwan can't wait, right? ”

The moment Si Juan was suffocated to death by Master Chen, the 'new era' that she forgot not existed became her only pillar of faith.

But she didn't want to be a desperate waiter anymore. She had to do something about that day.

"And thank you." Zhuo Fei's eyes were moist, she laughed at herself, and said to Jiang Butai: "If it weren't for the fact that I have known you since I was a child, I might not have succeeded in sealing that peach blossom demon and taking away most of her demonic power." ”

It was about the summer of thirteen.

Jiang Buwan hid under the big tree in the abandoned factory to study the Taoist books her grandfather gave her. Jiang Butai flipped through the pages and recited out loud those things that Zhuo Feibai thought were useless.

At that time, Zhuo Feibai was playing hide and seek in an abandoned factory with a group of friends, and she hid in the big oil drum behind the tree, listening to everything that Jiang Buwan was talking about.

Jiang Butai heard Zhuo Feibai say this, and some memories of that summer were also remembered in his mind.

That day, the cat catcher couldn't find the last 'cat', so he went to Jiang Buwan and gave her fifty yuan, asking her to calculate where the last 'cat' was hiding.

How can there be a reason in this world that there is no money not to earn? Jiang Buwan immediately gave her a hexagram. Figured out the direction where the last 'cat' was hiding behind a tree.

With the help of Jiang Buwan, the child who caught cats found Zhuo Feibai.

Zhuo Feibai has been arrogant since she was a child, and after she lost hide and seek, Xu wanted to vent her unhappiness, so she pulled her little friend and counted Jiang Buwan together. Probably scolded her for being a freak.

And the spell that Jiang Bu recited in the abandoned factory that day was the demon's sealing technique.

That sealing technique can not only seal the demons, but also absorb the demonic power of the sealed demons. But this is precisely its most fatal flaw.

Because people get demonic power, they will gradually demonize, become not like people, demons are not like demons, and finally burst to death because the human body cannot withstand the powerful demonic power.

Zhuo Feibai finally chose to use the sealing technique, probably there was really no way out.

"Who is the murderer of the flower burial female corpse and the broken corpse of Liang Ding?" Yang Mingdong remembered his original intention and did not forget that he was here to investigate the case.

"The broken corpse on the beam was originally a disobedient girl, who offended a valuable prostitute, and the mother of the painting boat asked the turtle boys to chop her into pieces, ready to throw her into the river to feed the fish." Zhuo Feibai smiled dismally. "Sijuan was killed by Master Chen. I saw it with my own eyes. ”

After Si Juan's death, Zhuo Feibai was reluctant to leave Si Juan's body on the painting boat, so that she was chopped into pieces by the group of perpetrators like other girls to feed the fish. Zhuo Feibai used witchcraft to keep Sijuan's body from decaying, and escaped from the purgatory on earth where she had lived for most of her life at the funeral full of peach blossoms.

"Zheng Junli, what she wants to say is true, what should I do? Whether it's the Chen family, or the deputy director of Yao behind the painting boat, Yuezhang...... This is no small case. Yang Mingdong asked Zheng Junli with his ear.

"Naturally, what should be done, will be done." Zheng Junli's eyes sank, and his heart was sad. This group of people is so heinous, no matter how high their status is, they should be dealt with according to law.

If he became a policeman and couldn't show Xue for the wronged, then what is the difference between him coming to Jincheng to be a policeman and joining the warlord who can't defend his family and country, but only knows how to grab territory, fight for power and profit, and cause his compatriots to kill each other?

"Bang bang-" The demon who was sealed in the closet seemed to be moved when he heard everyone's words. She couldn't watch her decades of waiting turn into a void!

"I forgot, and you." Jiang Bu knew that this demon had done a lot of evil, and waiting for her lover had become her obsession, and she must no longer be allowed to stay in this world.

Jiang Bu took out the three clear bells and the ghost torture cards together, and was about to eliminate them in one fell swoop.

"Heaven and Earth Xuanzong, the demon destroys the form, and it is as urgent as the law."

The door of the cabinet was wide open, and the remaining demonic energy could no longer make the peach blossom demon gather into a human form.

Sanqing bell, the bell is crisp, but it is the most harsh sound in the ears of demons and ghosts.

Jiang Bu bit his fingers, used blood as a medium, and besieged this peach blossom demon. The floating blood gathered into a cage, then grew smaller and smaller until it passed through the remnants of the flower demon and strangled it.

When the remnants of the body were shattered, the bloodshot burst out, splashing Jiang Buchi's face with blood.

Seeing this, Zheng Junli thought of the appearance of the rudder tower last night.

At that time, was she also killing demons and ghosts? The eldest lady of the Broken Yuan Gang, when did she have such magical powers?

Jiang Buwan's hand was slightly hot, and the memory of the peach blossom demon turned into a dream and burrowed into Jiang Buwan's mind.

This dream made her see the reason for the rise and fall of the peach blossom demon's obsession.

also gave her a glimpse of how Zhuo Feibai struggled to survive these two years of falling into hell.

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At the end of the Qing Dynasty, the peach blossom demon had just turned into a human form and came to Jinhe to play, but was coaxed by his mother in the drunken moon painting boat, entered the painting boat, and became a famous girl.

At that time, the Peach Blossom Demon was not fully sane, and when she met a handsome noble son who spoke sweetly to her, she handed over her enthusiasm.

And after the noble son left the drunken moon painting boat that day, he never came back.

But the peach blossom demon couldn't forget the oath of the mountains and seas at the moment of the spring night, and always thought that the noble son would come back to find her, but he had been waiting for decades in this drunken moon painting boat.

Fengyue Field, mostly a person who can't help himself, the peach blossom demon doesn't want to be at the mercy of the painting boat mother anymore, and goes to see the man he doesn't like, so he directly kills the painting boat's mother, picks the lotus root in the river, and recreates a new obedient painting boat mother.

But demons also have a long life, although it is slower than humans, but they will eventually get old. The Peach Blossom Demon doesn't want to be recognized by his lover when he gets old.

Therefore, she needs a lot of human spirit, and she also needs a helper to help her communicate with people.

She met a girl, a smart girl who was arrogant and strong, and could even communicate with foreigners.

This girl must be a good helper.