This kind of thing is always unscrupulous, and it does not talk about martial virtues.

The man pushed the door and interrupted my conjuring, and he was fighting with me.

He thought he had the upper hand, but he didn't know that I had known that he was standing outside the door, so he deliberately did one less when he summoned the spirit, and he didn't really cast a spell.

The upper hand he has is the void wind.

And I took this opportunity to pick his hair, which was the de facto upper hand.

Hair is blood.

With the hair in hand, once the mantra, the spell, and the law have a basis for casting.

But hair alone is not enough, you also need a birthday and a portrait of one of them.

And I happen to have high-resolution mugshots of dead students, so I have another head start.

I have all the three fighting methods, and his life is already in my hands!

I turned out a faceless puppeteer, pierced a small hole in the back of the head with a needle, cut off a small piece of hair fever into ashes and injected it into the hole, cut out the face from the photo, pasted it on the front of the puppet, and then drew a charm and pasted it on the back of the puppet.

Such a Kirito, who casts the magic of nightmarish, is finished.

Next, I did the same and made another Kirito.

Only this time, instead of cutting out the photo and pasting it, I used a talisman pen to draw a face for the puppet.

When I was done, I stored the two puppets separately, packed up my things, and continued my day's consultation.

By noon, I received two diagnoses, both of which were pediatric fevers, but the causes were different, one was frightened by the neighbor's wolf dog and had an unstable soul, and the other had just returned from my grandmother's house and was reluctant to leave my soul.

Among them, the one who was frightened by the wolf dog and had a fever didn't know about my husband before, but after the child became ill, when I inquired about the husband who was sick outside, I heard from a friend that I was a master of treating children with unknown fever.

This is a good sign.

It shows that during this period of time, through careful operation and grasping the opportunity of selecting ashes, I already have a stable reputation.

If I really want to make a living and become famous with Mr. Yin's skills, I don't need to engage in other means to achieve this step, I just need to accumulate slowly, and in a few years at most, I can become the most famous Mr. Yinmai in Jincheng.

So, now what I need is stability.

At least for the next three months, we will have to do it steadily.

It's best not to do things like fighting the Flower Gang and breaking the void.

This ensures that things are logical and not suspicious.

The medical school must be the last time to fight before this.

When others provoke me, I can't help but pay respect.

Walking the rivers and lakes, face first.

It's all hit in the face, if you don't hit it back, the foot that borrowed the flower gang mat before will be considered a white mat.

In the afternoon, Zhang Baoshan came to take me to see the corpse of the thousand-faced beard, and by the way, he collected the human skin money.

Thousand-faced Hu has already laid down on the dissecting table, and when I have seen it, I will have to perform an autopsy.

I took a serious look at the corpse of the Thousand-Faced Beard from head to toe.

It's not pretending.

Instead, he thought that he might be able to find clues from him about the person who instructed him to engage in the ashes selection spirit and the Nine Yao Star Monarch's reversal method.

If the thousand-faced beard formally worships that person's disciple or even worships that person as a teacher, it will leave a special mark on his body.

This is a necessary practice for apprentices in foreign Taoism.

The imprint is generally a tattoo that represents the lineage.

Unfortunately, no clues were found.

I only saw the mark of the flower on the thousand-faced beard.

This shows that the Thousand Faces Hu is just a random messenger behind the scenes.

It's like I chose Liu Aijun on the train.

It's nothing more than a tool.

"I judged that he should have been drugged, which caused the blood flow in his body to increase in a short period of time, forming a huge pressure, breaking through the weak part of the blood vessel, causing massive bleeding and death from shock."

I told Zhang Baoshan the conclusion.

Truth.

Because I was the only non-police officer who came into contact with Thousand-Faced Hu in a short period of time, strictly speaking, I was the most suspicious.

After listening to my conclusions, Zhang Baoshan said, "Didn't someone kill him with a spell? ”

I laughed and said, "Captain Zhang, you've been a little stunned lately, how can there be so many people in this world who know magic." Besides, if you really want to kill him with a spell, it is not a simple matter, you must have his blood or hair, and you must know his birth date, and the altar is 7749 days, so that you can have a certain chance of cursing him to death. With this kind of effort, it is easier to directly spend money to find someone to kill him in the detention center. ”

"How do you explain the imprint of the man's skin on the back of his neck? Isn't this a sign of spellcasting? It's not like you said that human skin money can buy lives. ”

"That's not how to buy a life. This mark, I guess, is an act of demonstration, a warning to all who know the inside story of the human face and the human skin. If these people are accidentally caught by you, they must not talk nonsense, otherwise Thousand-Faced Beard will be their example. ”

"It's arrogant! Mr. Zhou, do you have any way to find someone to do this through this person's skin? ”

"Captain Zhang, you look down on me too much, I'm just a Yin Vein Mr. who looks at external diseases, and I don't understand this. Besides, I've only been in Jincheng for a few days, and I haven't even come into contact with the circle of Jincheng Warlocks, so I can't help you if I want to. ”

Hearing me say this, Zhang Baoshan stopped asking me questions and beckoned the forensic doctor to come up and start the autopsy.

I saw that the forensic doctor was a man, not Yang Xiaowen, so I asked Zhang Baoshan, "Where is the female forensic doctor?" How do you be lazy and don't go to work? ”

Zhang Baoshan said indifferently: "Xiao Yang is on sick leave." She is good at everything, but her physical fitness is too poor, she gets sick twice in three days, and she asks for sick leave at every turn. Once, I went to see her once, good guy, lying in bed with weak energy, it was difficult to get up, and her face was so white that she was colorless. I thought she was going to die, but within three days, she came back to work alive and kicking back, and I didn't see anyone get sick so quickly when I lived so old, and I really lived a hell of a life. ”

I frowned, pinched my fingers, and said to Zhang Baoshan, "Do you know where her home is?" Let's stop by and take a look, I think she should have a lot of problems this time. ”

Zhang Baoshan's eyes widened as he looked at me, "You also said that you don't know how to tell fortunes?" Even people who have met once can calculate that there is a lot of fault, and this ability is too big, is it possible to figure out who committed a crime or something? ”

I laughed and said, "I'm not telling fortunes, I'm counting time." The last time I saw her, I noticed that the color of her eyes was not quite right, it was a sign of a sudden illness, and if you think about the time, it was a matter of a while. ”