The master of metaphysics is trying to break up again

The fortune teller was in one car, and Lin Xuekuang and the victimized girl were in another car. The girl said her name, Han Yan, a third-year student of University A.

While the policeman driving in front was not paying attention, she quietly said to Lin Xuekuang: "Senior, don't worry, I know you are a good person. When I arrive at the police station, I will definitely speak for you."

The more Lin Xuekuang planned to clean up people, the sweeter his smile became. After beating up the liar, his expression lightened, and he said, "It's okay, nothing will happen."

His tone was very firm, Han Yan hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help but ask: "Then... are what you said just now true? Do you really understand metaphysics?"

Lin Xuekuang said, "Rough knowledge."

After he finished speaking, he looked back at the girl and saw her blinking at him with big eyes, so he knew what it meant, and said, "Don't listen to him. Your ninth boyfriend will appear in two years and become your His true destiny, he will live happily ever after. It’s just fate, it has nothing to do with previous lives.”

He thought that Han Yan would breathe a sigh of relief after hearing this, but he didn't expect the other party to say "ah" with a face full of disappointment: "Then I can only date another handsome guy? After being cheated by so many scumbags, my ideal is to have sex all over the place." The handsome guy in the world is coming."

Lin Xuekuang: "...the quality is not the quantity."

Han Yan said: "Oh, but some people have both quality and quantity, and the allocation of resources is a bit uneven. Senior, just read this news and write, 'A woman was surrounded by several men in the street to court her, rich businessman Movie stars, it’s all elites’, wow, one of them is the nephew of the boss of Rongfang Company, and the other is the one from the boy group..."

Lin Xuekuang: "..."

Han Yan's last few words were spoken a little too loudly. The policeman driving in front heard it, and laughed out loud, and said, "Nowadays people who engage in news are too unprofessional, and novels don't even make it up like this. Little girl , study hard first, it’s not a problem to always fail in college.”

Han Yan was quite embarrassed by what was said, and quickly said, "I know, I will definitely pass the make-up exam in a few days."

At this time, the car stopped and the police station arrived.

Lin Xuekuang came here for another purpose, so he didn't take the news to heart. After arriving at the police station, he asked the police to call the special operations team's office.

He Xuan happened to be on duty that day, and when he heard Lin Xuekuang's name being reported by the police station, he hurriedly said, "Yes, he is a metaphysics expert specially hired by us, and he has a formal license. Is he okay? He wasn't injured. Bar?"

Knowing that Lin Xuekuang was fine, he was relieved: "Okay, that's good... Yes, Master Lin is a very important and scarce talent in this field, and he was just discharged from the hospital not long ago... Well, it's all for the people. Please be more careful, everyone.”

In He Xuan's tense tone and admiring description, Lin Xuekuang's image at the police station has changed from "a good-looking, enthusiastic but a little suspicious college student" to "vulnerable, often hospitalized, positive work attitude, but very rare" professionals".

He put down the phone, turned his head and asked Lin Xuekuang cautiously: "Hello, expert, do you need hot wolfberry water and heating cushions?"

Lin Xuekuang: "...No thanks, just let me talk to the fortune-telling stall owner alone."

It is still very convenient to cooperate with the special operations team. With this status, it is much more convenient for him to handle affairs, and he was quickly satisfied with this requirement.

The stall owner had just filed a complaint against Lin Xuekuang, and he was still thinking viciously, if this brat spoiled his good deeds, then he would have to bite him to death for the crime of picking quarrels, provoking trouble, and fighting, and he wanted to detain him together. Anyway, compared with college students, he is not ashamed.

Unexpectedly, not long after, Lin Xuekuang came in, sat opposite him, and had a cup of tea to drink. The policeman who instructed him from the police station took him to the door and left, leaving space for the two of them.

The stall owner was confused, and the place where he was beaten immediately felt a dull pain at the same time. He looked at Lin Xuekuang with vigilance and horror: "What do you want to do? Who are you?"

"Relax, I won't do anything too extreme."

Lin Xuekuang took out his wallet, rummaged for something in it, and said politely: "You were right just now, I went here on purpose today to pick on you."

The stall owner: "...I'll go, are you really in the same company? Young man, you are really good at deceiving. Did you fool the police into trusting you?"

The strength cannot be underestimated.

Lin Xuekuang didn't look at him at all, ignored the stall owner's words, and asked directly: "Did you sell a blue seal a while ago? It's made of jade, with a square bottom, engraved with four seal characters, and the height is higher than this one. The charger is a little shorter. 500 yuan sold a student of A University."

As he spoke, he slowly opened his wallet and found a small paper man with short and long fingers. He drew something on it with a pen, looking very leisurely.

The stall owner's face changed slightly, but he immediately covered it up slickly, and waved his hands: "Then you have found the wrong person, there is no such thing, I set up a fortune-telling stall, not an antique seller, where can I buy that thing?" go."

When Lin Xuekuang heard this, he raised his head and smiled at him, and said, "Do you think I made up your story so accurately just now, did I make it up, did it count, or, like you, I followed others to find out in advance?"

The stall owner heard that he pointed out that he was secretly following Han Yan, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, and he was about to threaten him with a few words, but saw Lin Xuekuang put down his pen, and the facial features had been drawn on the little paper figurine. own appearance.

He was taken aback, feeling strange in his heart, when he saw Lin Xuekuang tap the little paper figurine's forehead with his finger, and said, "Say, I want to ask you something."

As his fingers fell, the fortune-telling stall owner suddenly felt as if someone had knocked him twice on the forehead.

He raised his head in shock, there was nothing in front of him, his eyes slowly fell on the table, and Lin Xuekuang casually poked the villain's stomach with his fingertips.

!!!

The fortune-telling stall owner suddenly covered his stomach, his face flushed red.

"All, are all colleagues, what tricks are you playing in front of me?"

Lin Xuekuang tugged at the villain's leg, and said sincerely, "I'm really not in the same company. Although you are a liar, I really know how to tell fortunes."

"Hey, don't, don't, don't tear it off!"

The fortune-telling stall owner was terrified, unbelievable, and horrified, and quickly said: "I said, I said, yes... I sold one, but I just wanted to make some money. I originally sold it for 600, but he also sold it for 100 yuan. Tell me the price of [-] yuan. No, no, let him return the things to me, and I will refund the money."

Lin Xuekuang glanced at him: "That person is dead."

The fortune-telling stall owner let out an "ah" and quickly said, "I didn't kill it! It really wasn't me!"

Lin Xuekuang said: "Then where did you get your seal?"

The fortune-telling stall owner hesitated to say anything, but Lin Xuekuang didn't urge him. He rested his chin in one hand and held the pen in the other, and poked the little man with the tip of the pen, making his whole body numb and itchy, making him extremely uncomfortable.

Suffering is second to none, if you accidentally poke a hole...

"I said, I said!" He has been in the society since he was 16 years old, and he is a senior old hooligan. Unfortunately, when he meets someone like Lin Xuekuang who doesn't talk too much, the hooligan has to be soft, so he has to hang down. The head told what happened.

He also received the forged Seven Star Thunder Fire Seal from someone else.

At noon one day at the beginning of this month, he pedaled his scooter past a villa building in the southern urban area, thinking where it would be better to find a place to set up a stall to swindle money, and happened to run into a young man in a suit and leather shoes People, strode out from the community.

Behind him were two bodyguards, carrying a large cardboard box in their hands.

One of them asked, "Boss, have you thrown away all these?"

The young man hesitated for a moment, as if he was cruel, he waved his hand and said, "Forget it, just throw it away. I think it's bad luck for things that others don't want!"

So the two bodyguards threw the box into the trash can outside. There was a loud bang, and the group left immediately.

Seeing their wealth, the fortune teller stall owner was a little curious about the thrown thing, so he quickly ran over and took it out of the trash can.

He found that there were all kinds of decorations inside, including porcelain vases, strange stones, figures, jade carvings, etc. Except for a few porcelains that were broken, the others were intact, and most of them were rich people who wanted to replace them. Items, just let him take advantage of it.

The stall owner was not in the mood to set up a stall for fortune-telling at the moment, so he excitedly took the box home with a cart, sorted it out, and sold all the good things, making a lot of money.

Lin Xuekuang said, "Did you sell all the other decorations?"

The fortune-telling stall owner said: "Yes. The item is good, and I don't ask for a high price, and it sells pretty fast..."

He had a very winking look on Lin Xuekuang's face, and quickly said: "But I have photos here, I'm afraid that there will be some disputes with this thing, every decoration is photographed... Do you have a look?"

Lin Xuekuang took his cell phone and sent those pictures to his cell phone.As the fortune-telling stall owner said, these things look exquisite and extremely expensive, but they don’t know why the owner throws them away. When you go back and compare them on the magical artifact map, you will know if there are other magical artifacts in them up.

He returned the mobile phone and pondered: "You sold the jade seal to Qi Yanzhi at that time... that is the boy who passed away, did you tell him how to use this thing?"

The expression of the fortune-telling stall owner did not seem to be fake: "How can I use this thing? If you want to stamp it, you can stamp it, and if you don't want it, just put it on display."

Lin Xuekuang looked at the stall owner expressionlessly, the more he kept silent the more he made people panic, the stall owner racked his brains for a while, and quickly said: "Yes, and also, he was very nervous at the time. Strange. We were negotiating the price, he thought 500 yuan was expensive, and the negotiation was about to collapse, but he suddenly started talking to himself, as if an invisible person was talking to him there."

The stall owner shivered as he spoke.

Lin Xuekuang asked, "Do you still remember what you said?"

"Just say... 'Are you serious?' 'Will that be discovered?' or something? Can't remember."

Lin Xuekuang recalled that what Qi Yanzhi told him at the time was that he heard the fortune teller tell him that with this seal, he could find someone to replace his life and escape death. That's right.

If neither of them lied, then the person who really talked to Qi Yanzhi at that time was not the stall owner in front of him who made a living by cheating, but... the artifact spirit who forged the seven-star thunder mark.

It is enticing others to use it.

So is it possible to further guess that some imitation magic tools will appear in the hands of ordinary people one after another, just to observe what kind of consequences they will have when they use this kind of thing?

——Just like the closed beta before the release of a new game.

However, after the successful internal testing of the game, it will be put into the market on a large scale to generate income. This kind of thing is doomed to be impossible to use it for profit in an open and honest manner.

It's more like a tease and provocation, people who do such boring things...

A figure suddenly flashed in Lin Xuekuang's mind, but in an instant, he forced himself to erase the shadow, and continued to think about the matter in front of him.

According to the stall owner, before Qi Yanzhi, someone should have used the fake Seven Star Thunder Fire Seal.Are they okay, how did they get it, and why did they throw it away?

Lin Xuekuang said: "How much can you remember about the person who threw away the box? His general address, car model or appearance?"

When he asked, he had no hope at first, but the fortune teller said: "I know who he is, Li Gaocheng, the nephew of Rongfang Technology CEO Li Xiangqiang. Recently, he chased a little widow, and it's been in the news all the time."

He is used to deceiving people, and usually subconsciously read and memorize this kind of gossip news, maybe one day he will be able to use it when he goes out to fool around, but now it is convenient for Lin Xuekuang.

Lin Xuekuang heard the name of the brand was familiar to him, he searched the Internet, and a piece of news popped up - "A woman was surrounded by several men in the street to court her, rich businessmen, movie stars and IT elites are all available".

"..."

I was wrong to blame you, junior, it turns out that this is really news.

The stall owner pointed to a young man in the news photo, and affirmed: "It's him, I will never remember wrongly, I just picked up the things he threw to make some money, other things really have nothing to do with me! "

"Well, thanks."

Under the pleading and terrified eyes of the fortune-telling stall owner, Lin Xuekuang finally seemed to have decided to let him go. He put away his mobile phone and got up, picked up the little paper figurine on the table, and said: "Be a good person in the future. .”

The stall owner felt his arm hurt from being pulled again, and looked at him in fear: "Yes, yes, I listen to you, then this thing..."

Lin Xuekuang smiled and said, "It's useless."

His smile was pure and beautiful, but his tone was unspeakably evil, and then the fortune-telling stall owner watched Lin Xuekuang wring his fingers and casually tore the paper figurine's head and body in half.

!!!

At that moment, he also clearly felt that his head was "pulled" up by someone, and when he lifted it up, his neck hurt sharply.

"don't want--"

He screamed, rolled his eyes in fright, and fainted to the ground with a "gudong".

Lin Xuekuang tore the paper figurine twice more, and threw it into a nearby trash can.

The girl's crisp laughter resounded in the room, Huihui's figure gradually appeared, appeared next to the fainted stall owner, stretched out her foot and kicked him lightly.

"I can't help but be scared. I was afraid of causing trouble to the uncles at the police station, so I didn't try too hard."

Lin Xuekuang said, "Put him on the chair."

Huihui picked up the one-hundred-pound man with one hand, threw it on the chair, clapped her hands, and asked Lin Xuekuang for credit: "Brother Xuexue, how did I do? I worked well with you, right? If you nod, I’ll start the head, if you prick your feet, I’ll prick your feet, he thought this paper figurine was really useful, hahahahahaha!”

Lin Xuekuang gave her a thumbs up.

"This kind of person doesn't suffer and is dishonest. I can't do too much at the police station, so I can only scare him like this. Although it takes a little effort, the information I get is still useful."

Lin Xuekuang said: "There are still two classes in the afternoon. After I finish, I plan to go and see Mr. Li who is in love."

Huihui blinked: "He can't pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger, lying on purpose, right?"

Lin Xuekuang smiled, stretched out his hand to slap her, and walked out the door: "Don't worry, it's impossible. I purposely concealed you for this reason. When you stood in front of him, his eyes fell on me. face, it shows that he really can't see you, no matter how good he is at acting, he can't pretend it."

Huihui laughed, nodded vigorously, and said, "Well, that's good!"

She followed Lin Xuekuang, looked at his tall and straight back, and felt very secure in her heart. As a little devil who was killed by her family early, she liked this kind of strength that she could rely on at ease, and everything was under control. Take it easy.

In fact, thinking about it, the spirit master is also such a person. He holds huge power and bears heavy pressure, but he always seems to be able to handle it with ease, without showing any signs of expression.

She has only seen the spirit master lose his temper for Brother Xuexue.In comparison, Xuexue's indifference of rejecting others from thousands of miles away is a loneliness that almost penetrates to the bone.

So why can't such two people be together and accompany each other?They... obviously had a better life like that.

In front of him, Lin Xuekuang's footsteps suddenly stopped. Huihui was caught off guard and almost bumped into his back. She raised her head, but saw Lin Xuekuang looking at the corner of the long street with a ghostly expression on his face. expression.

There was a small dessert shop there, and a young man bought a strawberry-flavored ice cream there, and handed it to the little boy who was watching him eagerly.

With a smile on his face, he kissed the top of the little boy's black hair and turned to leave.

But the little boy grabbed the corner of his clothes, raised his head and asked, "Are you leaving? Are you leaving me and going somewhere else?"

His immature face still has baby fat that hasn't faded away, his skin is very fair, and his big black eyes are round and round, looking very cute.

The young man turned around, squatted down in front of him, and looked up into the little boy's eyes: "Yes, if you want, you can walk with me."

The little boy thought for a while, and seemed very moved, but he still rejected him: "No, I still want to stay with my father. Wait until I grow up, and I will find you when I grow up!"

"Okay, let's make a deal then!" The young man smiled softly and patiently, stretching out his hand to hook him, "Don't break your promise."

——"Didn't you say it? Don't break your promise."

In a trance, that voice unknowingly became deep and mature, with the same smile and tenderness in the tone. The palm that had sworn to pull the hook back then pinched his neck, and the fingertips slowly stroked the fragile skin. throat.

"Why don't you come back? I'm waiting for you."

Lin Xuekuang lowered his head amid Huihui's shouts, and then looked towards the corner of the street again as if waking up from a dream, only to find that there was nothing there.