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

After the man saw the person opening the door, he took a few steps back and looked blankly at the house number above.

"I'm sorry, I went to the wrong place." The man apologized repeatedly, "I was going to the third floor, but I accidentally took an extra floor and disturbed you."

His expression didn't look like he was faking it, and Chu Yao even suspected that this was a mistake.

However, the man's appearance gave it all away.

After the murderer of Yuan Jiahao surrendered, the police did not announce his identity and only mentioned his surname and age.

However, with Yueyue's nearly omnipotent system, it was natural to find the identity of the murderer, including the video of him being interrogated at the police station.

Chu Yao confirmed again. It was unmistakable. It was indeed the man outside the door.

But his outfit costs at least hundreds of thousands, and everything from head to toe is from a famous brand that specializes in luxury jewelry. How can he, a small workshop employee, afford such expensive clothing and jewelry?

The man had left, and Chen Peiwen breathed a sigh of relief.

Knocking on the door in the middle of the night, it was either a sinister person or a ghost, but fortunately it was just a reckless ghost.

The temperature in the room was a little low. Chen Peiwen looked up and found that the door was not closed. She asked doubtfully: "What's wrong? Isn't it just a wrong person? Why don't you close the door?"

"No." Chu Yao leaned down, picked up a small piece of paper, and then locked the door again.

Chen Peiwen looked confused. Isn't it just a piece of garbage? What's there to care about?

Chu Yao handed the piece of paper over, "This fell from the man just now, and take a closer look at what it is."

The piece of paper was not big, only half as long as a finger. Although most of the parts were burnt, you could still tell from the remaining shape and color that it was a piece of paper money.

"Ah? You mean that person just now was not a human, but..." Chen Peiwen was so frightened that she couldn't speak clearly.

I have to say that her imagination is quite rich, but it's a pity that she guessed in the wrong direction.

"He is a living person." Chu Yao interrupted her random thoughts, "But he is definitely not a relative attending the funeral."

"why?"

Of course, Chu Yao couldn't explain it from his appearance, so he changed his explanation, "He is in good spirits, without any sadness at all, and his tone of voice is brisk when he speaks. It doesn't look like he has just experienced the death of a relative or friend."

Even if the relationship with the deceased is estranged, a slight sense of sadness will still be revealed when facing the death of an acquaintance.

None of these characteristics exist in the man. He seems to have just gone to the cemetery for a walk. But which normal person would go to the cemetery for a walk in the middle of the night?

Even if you don't feel unlucky, going hiking late at night is still very dangerous.

He was not a funeral attendee, let alone a cemetery worker, because they were busy with the funeral at the moment. So what was the man's identity?

Chen Peiwen couldn't help but ask, and Chu Yao replied: "Feng Shui master."

Chen Peiwen suddenly realized that the place where they live attaches great importance to tradition. Feng shui masters are invited to select locations and dates for weddings, weddings, and weddings. Many taboos including funerals are only known by feng shui masters.

Therefore, if a funeral needs to be held at home, a Feng Shui master will be hired to accompany the whole process.

She just glanced at the man through the gap. The man was not dressed like a Feng Shui master, so she didn't think about it in this direction.