Dressed as an abandoned daughter of a wealthy family, she relies on metaphysics to become a god

Chen Peiwen hesitated and said, "Ah Xiang, do you know that guy? How can he be so unscrupulous? It's better not to have any contact with such people!"

"Okay, I understand. I'm going to the bathroom, wait for me."

After walking out of Chen Peiwen's sight, Chu Yao did not go to the bathroom, but secretly followed the man.

There is no such person in Yuan Jiaxiang's memory, and she must find out who this man is today.

It seemed that this was not the man's first time at the police station, and he walked into the detention area with ease.

Some prisoners who have not yet been convicted will be temporarily held in the detention area and later transferred to a special detention center.

Chu Yao noticed that he was holding some snacks and drinks in his hands, so he must have gone to see the detained prisoners.

However, the detention area is strictly managed, and Chu Yao would not be able to enter without applying for an appointment.

If she hadn't used the mysterious technique on the marriage certificate just now, she would have been able to use her divine eyes to see the scene in the detention room.

Unfortunately, there is only one chance to use the mysterious technique per day.

Chu Yao did not leave immediately, but stayed as close to the detention area as possible.

She can't use mystical arts, and she still has her own abilities. As a practitioner, she is born with all five senses.

Even if I changed my body, this would not change.

The detention center was very noisy and it was almost impossible to hear people talking, but Chu Yao still tried hard to distinguish them.

"Tell me, how did you get yourself here?"

"Don't mention it. It's because... Well, I told you I was unlucky this year, but you didn't believe me. Tomorrow, I will go to the temple to burn some incense and worship Buddha."

"It's useless for you to go. I told you long ago that... you can't do it every day."

"Isn't it because it makes quick money? I'm lazy and have no ambition, so I can only do this."

Then, the two began to chat about some trivial matters.

Chu Yao left the police station and Chen Peiwen was standing not far from the door.

"Didn't your phone just break? I know there's a phone repair place nearby, let's go get it fixed."

Chen Peiwen took her and went to the repair shop without saying a word.

The man who was repairing the phone was a young man. He was eating fried noodles from a bowl while watching the TV series on his phone intently.

"Why do you come to fix the phone at this late hour? We are almost getting off work." He complained.

Chu Yao put the phone on the cabinet, and the young man knew what was going on at a glance.

"The screen is broken. How much do you want to replace it with?" He said absentmindedly. "The regular screen is 200 yuan, the original screen is 1,200 yuan, and I can give you a 10% discount. Oh, we just got a batch of high-quality imitation screens, which are made of the same materials as the original screens, and the price is only 750 yuan. Which one do you want?"

Chen Peiwen rushed to say, "I want the best original screen. Thank you for your hard work."

She scanned the cost of materials and added another three hundred dollars.

Having money is the real truth. Young people no longer watch TV and start changing screens with full concentration.

At the end, he also gave away a tempered glass screen protector and Bluetooth headphones. Although they were only a dozen dollars, they easily won the customer's favor.

"Okay, take a look, it's absolutely identical to the original." He patted his chest, "Next time you come to repair something, I'll give you a 50% discount."

Chu Yao turned on her phone and tried it for a while. She said calmly, "Some of the chat messages on my phone seem to be gone."