An Gonghui looked at the information given to him by the reporter again.

The reporter sitting opposite him was the reporter who had previously followed and reported on the case of Building 25, before Mo Zhenzhen gave An Qiaoqi a sum of money to each of them, An Gonghui took the money that An Qiaoqi put at home, found the local newspaper, and squatted to this reporter for a long time.

The case in Building 25, although sensational, is in fact outdated. An Gonghui is willing to use money to sell news, and the reporter is also willing to earn pocket money.

The information given by this reporter is very fragmentary and comprehensive, and those reported in the newspaper are only a few, and there is a lot of fragmentary information on it, and it can be seen that this reporter was very attentive when chasing the news at that time.

After reading the information on the paper, An Gonghui raised his eyes to look at the reporter and asked him a straightforward question.

"Do you think Zhang Qingyue is a murderer?"

The reporter who was eating fish laughed when he heard this, spit out the fish bone in his mouth, and the reporter took a sip of white wine, and said with a smile after a very refreshing 'ha'.

"The police station is still investigating, how do I know."

It's been a month since the 25th case, the worst in the city's history, with seven victims and bodies frozen in the freezer after their deaths.

Under normal circumstances, there will be pressure on the police to solve the case as soon as possible and reduce the panic of the people.

But in fact, a month has passed, the police station is silent, and the citizens seem to have forgotten about this case, they all seem to have acquiesced that Zhang Qingyue is the murderer, and that the murderer is dead.

The reporter in front of him told the mystery of this.

is still investigating, that is to say, a month has passed, and no one in the police station has yet determined that Zhang Qingyue is the murderer.

An Gonghui raised his hand and filled it again for the reporter, and then asked again.

"Is it possible that this Qingyue is a scapegoat?"

The reporter laughed again, took another sip of wine, and ate a bite of fish, and then leaned over to An Gonghui's side, and said in a low voice.

"Do you know who the person who called the police to arrest Zhang Qingyue in the first place?"

"Who is it?"

"Gao Zhiming, the son of the boss of the real estate developer in ×× community."

The reporter ordered the plate with chopsticks for the fish, and he said something meaningful.

"I heard that Zhang Qingyue was an orphan, and he grew up in a Taoist temple and was a Taoist priest."

At this point, the reporter took An Gonghui's red envelope, left the pile of photocopied materials and left, leaving An Gonghui here to think about things.

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At night, Mo Zhenzhen received a call from the Taoist chief, who was not polite to Mo Zhenzhen, and directly told her about Building 25.

Dao Chang's words were a little vague, and he only told Mo Zhenzhen three things.

First, Zhang Qingyue didn't kill anyone, he was asked to help solve the problem.

Second, ×× neighborhood is dangerous, and she'd better move out as soon as possible.

Third, Zhang Qingyue ran away, and it is very likely that she will go to her!

After saying these three things, the Taoist chief hung up the phone, and Mo Zhenzhen felt that the Taoist had nothing to say, and the perfunctory taste was too strong.

But since Zhang Qingyue has run away, it doesn't matter if the Taoist chief doesn't say it.

She just needs to confirm whether Zhang Qingyue is a murderer, as long as he is not a murderer, then they still have to talk about this matter.

Mo Zhenzhen found the incense candle paper money she put in the cabinet, and set up an offering table for Zhang Qingyue with the help of An Qiaoqi.

Mo Zhenzhen took out one or two yin woods, the effect of this thing is much stronger than incense candle paper money, and it can be called a great supplement for ghosts.

When the yin wood ignited without three breaths, Mo Zhenzhen sensed the familiar cold aura.

An Qiaoqi was more sensitive than her, and almost the moment the yin qi appeared, she pinned into the peachwood sword in her hand.

Zhang Qingyue was almost greedy on the incense case, he couldn't take care of any beauty at this time, he was too weak, and the yin wood was just right for him to nourish now.

One or two yin wood powders burned very quickly, and they were absorbed by Zhang Qingyue in just a dozen seconds.

Zhang Qingyue, who had inhaled the Yin Wood, seemed very satisfied, he collapsed on the incense case without any image, almost intoxicated and enjoying the feeling that the Yin Wood brought him.

After the yin wood powder was burned, Mo Zhenzhen didn't see Zhang Qingyue's figure, so she lit the second ridge of yin wood powder for him.

The yin wood powder burned again, this time burning as fast as before, Zhang Qingyue was almost greedy to suck again, which caused the yin wood powder to burn abnormally fast.

It wasn't until Mo Zhenzhen lit the yin wood powder for the fifth time that Zhang Qingyue showed his image, but he didn't know that at this time, he was still greedily sucking the incense burned by the yin wood powder, and his intoxicated expression was really unsightly.

It wasn't until the fifth portion of yin wood powder was sucked up that Mo Zhenzhen opened her mouth to interrupt Zhang Qingyue's enjoyment.

"Zhang Qingyue, I have something to ask you."

Zhang Qingyue was stunned for a moment, and then realized that Mo Zhenzhen was looking at him, she could actually see him!

Because of the excitement, Zhang Qingyue's figure twisted, and at the moment of distortion, Mo Zhenzhen seemed to see his death.

However, the image only appeared for a moment, and there was no such anomaly after that.

"Can you see me? Also, Yin Mu is making up for it, and I'm overdoing it. ”

Zhang Qingyue spoke in a somewhat reserved tone, and did not answer Mo Zhenzhen's words positively.

According to Zhang Qingyue's attitude, Mo Zhenzhen made an adjustment to what she was going to say.

She looked at Zhang Qingyue, with a hint of defensiveness on her face, and said as if she was very vigilant.

"Are you peeking at me bathing? You shameless! ”

Zhang Qingyue was still holding some, but was broken by Mo Zhenzhen's words.

After all, Zhang Qingyue is only in his twenties, and the young man relied on himself to die before, he is a ghost, and he is a little careless about doing things.

But now that he has appeared, and he has been asked in front of him, his face is more or less unbearable.

It is the age of good noodles, plus Mo Zhenzhen is really beautiful, it is the kind of classical, fairy-like beauty.

What man can not love such a big beauty?

was exposed by such a beauty for her shameless behavior, Zhang Qingyue really found a crack in the ground to get in!

Fortunately, after panicking for a while, Zhang Qingyue stabilized, he wanted to say that he didn't do it, but he wanted to be a manly man who dared to act, so he raised his head again and put on the appearance that Mo Zhenzhen had taken a big advantage.

"I saw it by accident, since you mind, then I can marry you."

Mo Zhenzhen said 'heh' with a cold face, An Qiaoqi on the side couldn't listen to it directly, and rushed forward with a peachwood sword.

This peachwood sword was sold by Mo Zhenzhen from that long hand, 10,000 yuan a piece, which is very expensive, but it also has its own reason for being expensive.

Just like now, even if An Qiaoqi uses this peachwood sword as a stick, Zhang Qingyue is still beating all over the house.

(End of chapter)