It's a celestial master, not a Taoist priest

Lan Xiang led Shang Yang to the police station in Linshan County to collect Feng Quan and the others.

This small place has almost never had such a nasty dismemberment incident, and all the departments were mobilized at once, investigating and collecting evidence, visiting and interrogating, and because of this, Feng Quan's confession was repeated over and over again.

The person who is now giving Feng Quan a statement is a young man who seems to have graduated not long ago. He straightened his hair, and the first sentence he saw Feng Quan said was:

"Wow, the hairstyle is nice."

Feng Quan: "My praise, my praise."

Then the little policeman poured him a glass of water, "I'm sorry, there has never been such a big case in our small place, killing and dismembering the body-what a big hatred, such a cruel murderer is allowed to go outside, I really want to It's scary to think about it—then can I trouble you to go through the process of discovering the body again?"

Feng Quan said it again, looked at the young and energetic policeman opposite, and pretended to be casual:

"I don't think the corpse was chopped up, but rather chewed. Maybe it wasn't someone who committed the crime."

The little policeman said earnestly: "What is not a human, it must be a human. You students, you like strange powers and crazy things. This is not okay. You have to believe in science, understand."——But what you said is that we invited people from the bureau A trace inspection expert said the same thing, he also said that it was a trace of gnawing, and he also said that he would contact a celestial master..."

Hearing what the other party said, Feng Quan was half relieved.The Tianshi Division is a department composed of Tianshi to deal with cases of inhuman crimes.With their participation, the case is not afraid of being unclear.

After leaving the police station and staying in Linshan County for another day, Feng Quan and Er Pang found Shi Yue's hometown and simply buried the ashes of whoever it was.Yibai paid for an urn:

"Go, change Nestle to a better nest."

Er Fatty was furious: "My brother's name is Shi Yue, not Nestlé!!"

Yi Bai picked out his ears.

And Feng Quan kindly didn't tell Er Pang that the ashes in the coffee jar were not Shi Yue's ashes, Shi Yue's soul and even his body had been swallowed up by Duan Wu, leaving only organs that might have gone somewhere.

In the afternoon, a few people took the last bus back to downtown Nancheng.Feng Quan asked again if he really didn't need to live in a Taoist temple, and Liang Xingcheng answered in the affirmative.

"I welcome you. Since there are not many people in our audience, quickly occupy a room in the temple. Let's watch the green mountains and green waters, the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers. What a beautiful environment! If you want to rent a house with such a good environment, it costs [-] yuan a month It's hard to find!"

Lan Xiang whispered to Feng Quan: "I came here because I saw that there were few people and that there were vacant rooms."

Feng Quan declined Liang Xingcheng's promotion and got off the car from the community.

This is a big house that makes people feel cold. Although the decoration is luxurious, in fact, Feng Quan has not even gone up to the second floor after being in this body for so many days.

Thinking of Qing Leng, Feng Quan also thought that if he occupied this body, there would be no risk of being recognized by those close to him.My father left long ago, and my mother went home twice a year at most—from the [-]th to the first day of the new year counted as two times in two years.

The original owner's mother probably didn't remember Feng Quan's personality and preferences, and maybe even his appearance was familiar after seeing her for a long time.

Entering the house, turning on the light, Feng Quan stood at the entrance to change his slippers.

Suddenly the TV sounded in the living room.

Feng Quan looked up, and saw Yin Cong was sitting on the sofa holding the remote control, startled by the sudden sound of the TV, and was concentrating on studying the remote control in his hand.

Feng Quan raised his eyebrows.

He went to Yin Cong and sat down next to him, took the remote control from him and turned down the volume, then pointed to the button and said:

"The volume is these two, press this one to adjust the channel. The search is this-it can also be adjusted on the mobile phone, do you have a mobile phone?"

Yin Cong pursed his lips and shook his head.

Feng Quan: "Okay, I'll place an order for you later."

Yin Cong hesitated to speak.

Feng Quan: "Ask whatever you want, don't be polite to me. You gave me a handkerchief, we are friends."

Yin Cong asked earnestly, "'Place an order'...what is it?"

Feng Quan was even more sure that Yin Cong had just come out from a place isolated from the world.

Feng Quan patiently explained to him: "It is to buy things on the Internet. There are also Internet... I will teach you slowly."

Yin Cong nodded, "Thank you." Then he said, "Where's my handkerchief?"

Feng Quan took it out of his pocket, "Here it is. Do you still want it? Here."

Yin Cong looked down at the original light blue handkerchief in Feng Quan's hand that was crumpled, stained with blood and yin.

Feng Quan also looked down, and said a little embarrassedly: "...I'd better give it to you after washing."

Yin Cong frowned, "The blood should be completely washed away, without leaving any trace or smell."

"Okay." Feng Quan lowered his head and searched on his phone how to clean up the blood.

Yin Cong: "Don't have Yin Qi, it's better to use incense sticks, the smell of incense sticks should not be too pungent."

Feng Quan: "...Okay."

Yin Cong: "Smooth it after washing, but don't use an iron, it will burn it."

Feng Quan: "...Okay."

Yin Cong: "And..."

"I'm talking about this tenant," Feng Quan interrupted him, and spoke with a smile, a little sinister:

"It's better to be polite to the landlord, otherwise the landlord will raise the rent."

Yin Cong was silent for a while, "... Is there any rental?"

Feng Quan: "It didn't exist before, but now it does."

Yin Cong: "But I have no money."

Feng Quan and the innocent Yin Cong looked at each other, but were helplessly defeated:

"Then work to pay off the debt."

Yin Cong agreed: "Okay."

Feng Quan suddenly doubted his vision.Could it be that the gentle and upright people he saw on the bus, the Runyu Baxian, and the aggressive people in Huangquan two days ago were all his illusions?

——Feng Quan finally knew before going to bed that it was really his own illusion.

Yin Cong is not a cool and elegant character, but a fluffy and mother-in-law.

He was eating instant noodles at the dining table, and Yin came down from the second floor that belonged to him:

"Fengquan."

"Huh? What's wrong?"

Yin Cong frowned, "There is dust in the room above."

"Dust?" Feng Quan thought for a while, "Oh, the nanny has something to do at home and hasn't come for the past two days. Today, Tuesday...Saturday, my aunt cleaned it thoroughly before asking for leave. It shouldn't be too dirty today."

Yin Cong had a look of disapproval and condemnation.

Feng Quan had no choice but to surrender: "Okay, the tools are in the stairwell, I'll go up and clean them for you after eating this bowl."

Yin Cong's face softened a little when he heard this, and he walked to the table and said:

"I didn't have dinner either."

Feng Quan pointed to the kitchen: "There's still some in the pot, I specially ordered two extra packs, and I'll keep it for you, go fill it."

Yin never went to serve it immediately, but looked into Feng Quan's bowl with doubts on his face.

Feng Quan had some bad premonitions in his heart, but he still said: "Whatever you want to say... just say it."

Yin Cong asked seriously, "Why do you eat a pile of garbage?"

Feng Quan: "..."

Although I feel that the other party has nothing good to say...

Feng Quan: "Do you want to eat or not?"

"Don't eat."

"Then go watch TV."

"But I'm hungry."

"Then go serve the noodles."

"But I don't eat junk."

Feng Quan knew very clearly that the other party had absolutely no intention of swearing, the trash he said was just a noun.But it still made his forehead twitch.

"...Then what do you want to eat?" Feng Quan swallowed his anger.

Yin Cong ordered: "Fresh vegetables, porridge."

"I don't know how to make these. There are vegetables in the refrigerator, you want to eat and cook yourself."

Yin Cong nodded and walked to the kitchen.Finally, Feng Quan heaved a sigh of relief and snorted a few mouthfuls of noodles.

Unexpectedly, without taking a few bites, Yin Cong came out of the kitchen.

"The dishes are not fresh." He said in a dissatisfied tone.

Feng Quan said nicely, "Auntie just changed to fresh dishes on Saturday."

Yin Cong said in disbelief, "Can the food from three days ago still be eaten?"

Feng Quan put down the bowl, leaned back on the chair, and said with a sneer:

"Where are you going?"

Yin Cong: "Go shopping."

Feng Quan couldn't help imitating Yi Bai's usual movements and rolled his eyes. "go alone."

"I don't know the way, and I don't have money."

Feng Quan glared at Yin Cong, who looked at Feng Quan calmly and persistently, and the two confronted each other.

"Gulu~" The not-so-loud voice was extremely clear at this time, and the cry from the hungry stomach broke the silence.

Yin Cong rubbed his abdomen with embarrassment.Feng Quan couldn't help laughing out loud, stood up and took the key, and said to Yin Cong:

"Forget it, keep up, I can't starve you."

After Yin Cong finally had his meal, Feng Quan sat on the sofa in the living room and smelled the aroma from the kitchen, and asked:

"It's so easy to go there. I went shopping for more than an hour, three supermarkets, and an hour's journey back and forth-you just buy such a small strand of vegetables? Why don't you buy more, so you don't have to save me money."

Yin Cong's voice came out from the kitchen through the fume:

"It won't be fresh tomorrow."

Feng Quan lost his voice: "You mean to buy fresh ones tomorrow?!"

Yin Cong took it for granted, "Otherwise?"

Feng Quan felt that there was nothing to love in life.

His cell phone on the coffee table buzzed, Feng Quan checked the message, it was the WeChat account of the young policeman from the Linshan County Police Station that he had added.

The other party sent him a message in a joke-telling tone:

[Haha kid, let me tell you something funny. ]

[Ms. Duan's case was handed over to the Taoist office, and they even said that the deceased was bitten to death by the corpse of a fetus kept in her bedside cabinet.Haha can you believe that the corpse of a little fetus crawled out of the formalin and bit its mother? ]

As soon as the message was sent, the other party withdrew it.Then a shameful emoji came.

[Colleagues are not allowed to speak out.If you see it, just pretend you didn’t see it, [Please please.jpg]]

Feng Quan picked up his mobile phone, walked to the dining table thoughtfully and sat down.

Yin Cong finished frying and came to the dining table with fragrant millet porridge.Feng Quan was attracted by the aroma of the food and swallowed.Helplessly, I was already full, so I could only change the topic:

"I have roughly deduced the situation in Linshan County. Duan Qin killed her son because she believed in Duan Wu; but for Duan Qin alone, it is really complicated. She killed her son, beat In the name of his good, she thought she was a loving mother; there was also a daughter who was supposed to be five years old. She herself was looking forward to the birth of her child, but unfortunately she had an accidental miscarriage. She seemed to ask the hospital for her own child , kept it in the human body for five years, so that it could not be reincarnated and gradually became resentful. In the end, it was a crime....The dead child is not willing to let it go, it is simply a motherly heart...you say it is huh?—why don't you talk?"

Yin Cong swallowed a mouthful of porridge, and slowly picked up the napkin on the side to wipe the corners of his mouth, "You can't talk about food."