my boyfriend is a scumbag

"According to legend, 1000 years ago, if two people really loved each other, the dead person would reincarnate with the thoughts of the living person, and the living person would sincerely pray to meet their lover as soon as possible under the locust tree the year before last, and they will one day Will meet again..."

The old fortune-teller on the bridge was still chattering about the legend that had been told hundreds of times, but the children listening to the story were already impatient and urged him to tell the next story quickly.

The old man smiled and shook his head, stroked his beard and continued on to the next story.

Beside the old fortune-teller, a man in a black windbreaker was sitting on the floor, holding a cigarette that had not been extinguished between his index finger and middle finger, and a wisp of white smoke drifted out from time to time. The wide brim of his hat blocked most of his face, so he couldn't see clearly From his expression, only his stubble-covered chin can be seen faintly.

No one knows when or why he sat here.

It was getting late, and the children who were listening to the old fortune teller dropped a few coins and left happily. Under the setting sun, the figure of the man looked even more lonely. The old man kept the coins in the box contentedly, and spoke Said: "How long are you going to sit here? He won't come."

The man moved slightly, the cigarette between his fingers had burned out, only the cigarette butt remained, and the ash fell on his trousers, giving him the look of a beggar.

He dropped the cigarette butt, patted the ash on his trousers, and his low but tired voice seemed to come from another life: "It's okay. He will always come."

"What if he doesn't come?"

"He will come."

His voice was extremely firm, even though there was no one in front of him, the person he was waiting for had never appeared here.

The old fortune-teller shook his head: "Nie Yuan..."

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The ear-piercing sound of sirens pierced through the sky, and three police cars were speeding along the road, and finally stopped in front of a manor. More than a dozen police officers came down from inside, and quickly surrounded the scene. line outside.

A man in a black casual coat appeared, with a serious expression, and walked quickly into the room: "He Gui, report the situation at the scene."

Yang Mo, captain of the first team of the criminal police team of the Q City Public Security Bureau.

"Yes," He Gui hurried over wearing white gloves, with an immature expression on his face, he looked like he was in his early twenties: "The two dead at the scene were the eldest daughter and the second daughter of Fang Li, the owner of this manor. However, the two of them died almost at the same time. There were obvious strangle marks on their necks and signs of struggle. The possibility of suicide has been ruled out, but no trace of outsiders sneaking into the manor has been found yet. Another point , the two deceased suffered great fright before they died, and their pupils constricted sharply, and it is estimated that they were frightened while being strangled to death."

Yang Mo frowned tightly: "How is their usual social relationship? Do they have any enemies?"

"According to what we have learned, the social relationship between the two sisters is very simple, they stayed in the manor for a long time, and they didn't have too many disputes with others. It should be possible to rule out the possibility that the enemy committed the crime."

"Continue to investigate. Things may not be as simple as it seems. Ask all the people they usually have contact with. Be sure to find some clues."

"Yes."

No enemies?You don't usually go out?No outsiders sneaked in?The two sisters both died in the room, how could such a thing be possible?

Yang Mo rubbed his chin, and the more he thought about it, the more strange he felt, so he followed the cordon to the room of the two sisters. It was a big room, and the beds of the two sisters were placed opposite each other. A large dressing table filled with all kinds of cosmetics. Moreover, there is a wardrobe that looks old. When you open it, it is full of their various fashions, which is completely out of place with this wardrobe. .

Moreover, the two sisters died in front of the closet, and their deaths were terrifying.

"Where did this wardrobe come from?"

"It was passed down from our ancestors," Fang Li, the owner of the manor, limped over with a cane: "It has a history of hundreds of years, and it has been kept by girls of each generation. The two dead daughters..."

Fang Li sighed, and said: "But this is the first time this kind of thing has happened. This wardrobe has been in this manor for a long time, and it has never happened before. Comrade police officer, please find out what is going on. Otherwise, my two daughters will not be able to rest in peace!"

Yang Mo nodded: "That's our duty, we will definitely find out the whole story, and I ask Mr. Fang to express his condolences."

Just after Yang Mo finished speaking, there was commotion in the yard. He looked from the window and saw a few policemen stopping a man dressed in rags, but the man was dancing and trying to come in, pushing and shoving all the time with the police.

He frowned, who is this person?

He immediately walked down and stopped in front of the man: "Who are you?"

The tattered man immediately pushed away the little policeman next to him, walked up to Yang Mo, and said with a playful smile: "You are the boss here, right? Hello, hello. My name is Qin Tian, ​​and I practice Laoshan technique." Taoist priest of the law, I watch the sky at night, and there is a lot of resentment here, I'm afraid it's unknown, let me go in and have a look, I promise to see it for you, and I won't charge money!"

He was about to go in with a smile, but Yang Mo pulled him back with his shoulders: "This is the scene of a murder case, and you, an outsider, can't just go in here. If you continue to talk nonsense here, don't blame me for treating you badly." You're welcome."

As he spoke, he waved his hand, signaling the people next to him to throw him out.

Qin Tian was still struggling tenaciously. He grabbed the policeman by his collar and jumped up, clamped his legs around his waist, and shouted in Yang Mo's direction: "I tell you, if you don't listen to me, you will die." I regret it, that soul is still in this manor, and its next target is probably the youngest son of this family, so whoever, the police boss, what I said is true! Just trust me!"

Then Qin Tian was thrown on the street outside the manor, he "cut", patted his own dust, and said to himself: "You don't believe me, you will suffer at that time! I, Qin Tian When did your judgment go wrong?"

Yang Mo actually heard Qin Tian's words. Although he doubted the authenticity of his words, it is always right to be careful in everything, so he sent a few policemen to watch over Fang Li's youngest son, so as not to be caught by that or something. What the Taoist told the crow's mouth was right.

And after the manor was completely shrouded in darkness, the eerie atmosphere became more and more intense. The police who stayed here couldn't help but shuddered, and there was a cold swish behind them, as if something was watching them all the time. them.

In Fang Li's study room, a black figure was groping furtively on the bookshelves, but he didn't realize that there was also a black figure looking for it on the other side, but it was different, that black figure was still holding a book in his hand. arms.

In the row of bookcases at the top of the bookshelf, there is a book emitting black air, and the atmosphere of resentment permeates the surroundings, as if it wants to swallow this room.

The black shadow under the bookshelf smiled, and when he was about to climb up to get it, a white whip appeared out of nowhere, hooked the book directly, and brought it to a dark corner.

"Damn it? You don't have something like this, and you actually snatch something in front of my eyes?"

Qin Tian's slightly complaining voice sounded in the room: "Big brother, you can't just take away what I've been looking for for so long, at least let me take a look at it."

After speaking, his body flashed, and he went over there, trying to snatch it back, but was hit by the white whip "da da da" several times, and the pain spread all over his body in an instant.

"Fuck..." Qin Tian supported the desk: "If you don't bring such a thing, you can just grab things, why are you still beating people?"

The man didn't speak, he was holding the black book in his left hand, and the white whip in his right hand, as can be seen from the dim moonlight shining in from the window, he was wearing a wide cloak, deliberately concealing his identity.

Qin Tian was standing not far from him, he shook the back of his hand that was hit, and looked at him grinningly: "Brother, I think you are here for this book, why don't we read it together , I promise I won’t snatch it from you, and I’ll return it to you after I finish reading it, it’s embarrassing for you to take it away like this, so I’m here for nothing?”

The man's red lips parted slightly, his Adam's apple slipped slightly, and he uttered four words from his throat:

"None of my business."

Qin Tian:"……"

"Brother, you are going too far. If you don't show me, I will grab it directly!"

"Really?" The man's voice was as gentle as pearls: "Then we have to see if you have the ability."

"Are you underestimating me? I'll let you see what you're capable of later!"

After a few minutes.

Qin Tian looked at his swollen arm and the pain coming from all over his body, and looked at him with a distorted expression. Where did this guy come from, and he was so ruthless in his strikes? Did he come to fight him for a job? right?

"I say……"

"I don't have time to fight with you here. If you can grab it, then you can grab it. If you can't grab it, this book is mine."

"..."

Qin Tian cursed in his heart, and when he was about to speak, the light in the study was suddenly turned on, Qin Tian blocked his eyes with his hands instantly, and that person was in the same posture, he secretly said "yes", and then quickly Running in front of him, he pulled the book out of his hand involuntarily, and then let out a smug laugh: "Hahaha, big brother, this book is still in my hands, so it's mine."

Standing at the door, Yang Mo's face was very gloomy, and his voice was extremely cold: "Are you two pretending that I don't exist?"