Zombie: At the beginning, I was appointed by Uncle Jiu to open the museum

Han Feng just walked to the old-fashioned telephone, ready to contact Huang Youcai.

The doorbell rang suddenly.

"Your letter, sir!"

A 1.3-meter-tall child, carrying a satchel, delivered newspapers from door to door.

"Oh." Han Feng took the newspaper in a daze, and muttered: When did I order the newspaper?
As soon as I picked up the newspaper, I saw a few large characters clearly printed on the first page of the newspaper.

"The industry giant in the past, now no one knows about his tragic death!"

Under the headline, Huang Youcai's big fat face was also printed.

The iconic smirk, the rich double chin, isn't this - Huang Youcai!
Huang Youcai is dead? !

Although in the following article, a pseudonym was used for the name of the protagonist of the incident, how could Han Feng not recognize Huang Youcai.

What is this!
Han Feng was completely dumbfounded.

Last night, this industry tycoon was still asking him for a fortune-telling at his home. Why did he die overnight? !
"Afeng, why are you standing there in a daze! Did you contact Boss Huang? Is he free today?"

Uncle Jiu came out of the house fully dressed.

Han Feng opened his mouth halfway, "I'm afraid, I'm afraid I don't have time..."

Boom boom boom!
There was another knock on the door.

"Police, open the door!"

Policemen? ? ?

Han Feng opened the door with the newspaper, and a few police officers rushed in from outside the door in an instant, and detained Han Feng involuntarily.

"What are you doing! Let go of my junior brother!"

"Why did you arrest him!"

Wencai and Qiusheng ran out when they heard the movement, and went up to pick up a few police officers when they saw it.

"We are performing official duties, please don't interfere! Boss Huang Youcai died last night, and he was here before he died!"

"Now you, as suspects, will be brought back to the police station for investigation!"

In this way, Jiushu, Qiusheng Wencai and others were all taken to the police station.

As suspects, several people were handcuffed.

A shabby interrogation room.

Han Feng was locked up alone. He looked around, stepping on a straw mat under his feet, and the small square window two meters high, and the cold wind whizzed inside.

Several police officers were wearing thick cotton coats, and Han Feng was only wearing a thin coat.

With a creak, the iron gate opened, and it was Sergeant Li He who walked in.

He threw a thick cotton coat at Han Feng, "Put it on, the conditions here are no better than your garden house, hehe..."

Han Feng helplessly raised his baked hands, "How can I dress like this? Trouble Police Li!"

Li He took out the key with a smile, and opened the handcuffs on Han Feng's hand, "Do you know why you were separated?"

"Prevent us from colluding."

"Yo? Yes!"

Han Feng: "..."

Is this Li He treating Han Feng as mentally handicapped?

After all, Lao Tzu is also a time traveler of the new era. How could he not know this kind of common sense?

Han Feng glanced at the patrolman wearing a big cotton cap walking back and forth outside, then looked at Li He, "Tell me, where is the case stuck this time?"

Li He chuckled, "I know that nothing can be hidden from you, Brother Han."

"Huang Youcai died with a grim expression, as if he saw something particularly frightening before he died, and after identification, he suffered from asthma before his death, and he couldn't catch his breath, but there was no trace of anyone else in the house. "

Han Feng whistled, "Want to know?"

Li He nodded seriously.

"Go and give me a whole mouthful of hot ones."

"I was locked up for several hours, and my throat was filled with smoke, so I couldn't speak."

Li He turned around and clapped his hands. Police officer Mao Lin came in carrying a bag and a kettle.

Seeing Li He loosen Han Feng's handcuffs, he frowned, "This is against the rules."

"With me, Sergeant Li, there won't be any trouble, put your things down and go out!"

Li He's official position is much higher than Mao Lin's, and she can't say much, so she can only obediently retire.

Han Feng picked up the buns in the bag and ate them. Li He poured a glass of water for them and handed them to Han Feng.

"Well, can we talk now?"

"There were no traces found at the scene, which means that no one showed up at all. Huang Youcai suffered from an asthmatic hiccup. Do you have to classify this incident as another incident?"

Li He slapped the table, "Impossible! Huang Youcai's eyes widened after his death, and his eyes almost popped out of shock. This kind of reaction is definitely because he saw something that scared him!"

"Regardless of whether there is anyone on the scene, this incident is definitely not an accident!"

Li He was very determined.

"If you want to find out about this matter, you must let me go to the scene."

Han Feng's request made Li He feel embarrassed.

"You master and apprentice are now key suspects, and it is impossible to leave here without approval."

"That's your business."

When the words fell to the ground, Han Feng lay directly on the hay mat, covered himself with a thick cotton jacket and pretended to fall asleep.

Li He walked out of the interrogation room full of thoughts.

He greeted the police officers under him, threw a quilt to Han Feng, and left the police station.

After Li He left.

Han Feng opened his eyes and lay quietly, his brain running fast.

He really couldn't figure out how Huang Youcai, who was so good-looking, would die suddenly!

And unfortunately, he died after he went to ask himself for a fortune-telling fortune-telling.

Fortunately, the calculation was done quietly in the room. If it was on the street, the front foot had just finished the calculation without incident, and the back foot suffered a disaster.

Isn't this beating your own job in public!

But this is also quite strange. When Huang Youcai was doing the calculation yesterday, there was obviously no abnormal disaster.

His trips in the world and the five elements are all normal.

And that guy has a fat head and big ears, and his lifespan is over one hundred and two years old.

He was only in his early fifties this year, so how could he pass away all of a sudden?

This is so weird!

Could it be that I, Han Feng, am not good at divination? !
Moreover, as soon as Huang Youcai died, their master and apprentice were 'invited' into the police station.

No matter how you look at it, this thing is weird!

Could it be that he offended something because of the deep pit in area B of the garden house?
Make yourself sit with me?

Han Feng lay motionless, rubbing a piece of hay in his hands, connecting the events of the past few days, and suddenly found that these events were all related to Huang Youcai and himself.

Could it be that the person who arranged the evil formation on Huang Youcai's construction site did it? !

Now it seems that it is very possible!
In other words, as long as the person who arranged the evil formation is found, more clues can be found.

And what he did, it is likely to destroy some kind of plan of the caster.

"Afeng, Afeng?"

Han Feng was lost in thought when suddenly Uncle Jiu's voice came from the wall.

Han Feng jumped up suddenly, "Master?"

Following the sound, I saw a small hole in the muddy wall.

"Master, the apprentice is unfilial, and you, the old man, will suffer along with you!"

"Ahem..." Uncle Jiu coughed a few times, his voice still strong and neutral, "Now is not the time to talk about this, Master believes that you must have a way."

"Master, I suspect that someone is deliberately trying to punish us!"

When he heard about the method, Uncle Jiu raised his eyebrows, "That's right, an evil formation will be set up in this kind of place, which means the opponent is a master."

"It seems that Master and I want to go together."

"Master, don't worry, I won't let you stay here for too long."

Han Feng has already thought of a way.

Stay here and wait for the people in the police station to find clues. They may spend their entire lives in this police station.

After all, ordinary people can't fight against people who know magic.

"What are you muttering about! Be honest with me!"

A police officer in big cotton trousers yelled at him.

Han Feng ignored the other party, stood up and walked around the interrogation for a few times, and suddenly fell to the ground clutching his stomach and yelling.

"What did you eat for me! Made! Are you going to poison me?"

Han Feng fell to the ground motionless.

Upon seeing this, the police hurried forward to test his breath.

"Hurry up and send him for medical treatment!" Uncle Jiu stuck out his head and shouted next door.

"Let me tell you, don't bully us in the countryside. If something happens to my apprentice, I will definitely report it to the county magistrate!"

The little policeman also panicked. Now the policeman and the sergeant have gone out to find clues. There are only a few patrolmen left in the police station. If something really happens, whose fault is it!

"You guys, come and help!"

The little police officer hurriedly greeted the guards outside and carried Han Feng out.

When passing by Uncle Jiu's interrogation room next door, Han Feng quietly made an OK gesture with his fingers, and Uncle Jiu understood it.