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Leng Qingxuan left in a hurry and didn't even take the incense burner with him. I had to help him put it away temporarily: "This Soul-Blessing Incense is a good thing, I'll keep it for now."

I put the incense burner in the drawer and when I was about to close the drawer, I suddenly saw a letter in the drawer.

The brown paper envelope has not been opened yet.

"Is this?" I racked my brains before I remembered that after the trial, Tie Ningxiang and I talked about something in the city branch office. She was the one who handed this letter to me, saying it was from the second daughter of the richest man in New Shanghai. My handwritten letter.

"It seems to be called Li Jingyu?" The figure hanging in the fishing net on the river dam appeared in my mind, and then I thought of Wang Yuchun in The Killing Game.

The murderer who killed Li Jingyu's father was Wang Yuchun. The cause and effect were so intertwined that I was a little surprised: "It should be just a coincidence."

I opened the envelope and read it from cover to cover.

The general meaning is that Li Jingyu felt that her father's death was very strange. She suspected that her brother Li Chunqiang hired someone to murder him, so when she learned that I was a part-time private detective handling various gray businesses, she became interested and wanted me to help her investigate. Come out with the truth.

As for the bounty, she hoped that I could go to Xinhu Market to discuss it in detail with her face to face.

At the end of the envelope was written her address and personal phone number.

"No. 15, Haixing District? As far as I know, Haixing District is an industrial zone, and most of the people living there are migrant workers. The second daughter of the richest man in Xinhu actually lives in that kind of place. It seems that her life is indeed It's hard." I wrote down the phone number and address, closed my eyes and thought: "The icing on the cake is not as good as the timely help. Although she is in trouble at this time, she is the daughter of the richest man in New Shanghai after all, and she should have a share of the huge family fortune. If I find If I can prove Li Chunqiang's crime and help her bring down her eldest brother, maybe I can open up a new situation in Xinhu. As long as she and Huang Boyuan join forces, the Jiang family will never be able to stand up again."

Finding incriminating evidence is a very difficult thing, but I own a pornographic ghost, so it is not too difficult for me to create incriminating evidence.

"You can give it a try. As long as I don't expose myself, there won't be much loss to me even if it doesn't work." After putting the letter away, I lit another cigarette and looked at the rising smoke.

"The Jiang family is a scourge and must be uprooted."

…

After lunch, I did not contact Li Jingyu directly. I still had questions in my mind that needed to be verified.

Xia Chi appeared in the tenth live broadcast. A person who was supposed to disappear appeared in the live broadcast in such an unexpected way, which almost subverted all my previous guesses about the underworld show.

"Originally, I only knew that when the points accumulated to 10,000 points, I could return to the starting point. Now it seems that there should be other ways to get rid of the underworld show." I don't know this method yet, but Xia Chi and his previous first Any host of the Underworld Show should know that, judging from the various signs they are currently showing, they must find a scapegoat if they want to leave the Underworld Show.

"The person who made the call to the underworld show and put forward the commission was Xia Qingzhi. However, the people who dialed the call to the underworld show before were basically dead people. The Xia Qingzhi I know is obviously still alive and well. Among these two Xia Qingzhi One of them must be fake."

Reason told me that Xia Qingzhi, who led me to the underworld show for the anchor interview, was probably fake, but subjectively I didn't want to believe it.

"First of all, I have to determine the first question. Is No. 8 actually Xia Chi? Is his purpose just to inform me?"

"The second assumption is that No. 8 is Xia Chi. He told me that there is a person close to me who is the eyes and ears of the underworld show. Who could that person be?"

Because of my personality, I have only a handful of friends, but I don’t want to doubt whoever they are. Losing any of them would be a pity for me.

"Thirdly, No. 8 revealed to me a piece of information. When the official live broadcast begins, the show will have no right to interfere with the anchor's behavior. That is to say, during the live broadcast, the strength of the underworld show is weakened to the lowest. "

"Fourth, we have to return to Xia Qingzhi. Xia Qingzhi was lonely and scared during the phone call in the underworld, and asked me to find her brother. It can be seen that after No. 8, No. 8 begged me to go find his sister. Which of these two siblings has the problem?"

"Last point, I am missing a crucial part of my memory. I need to open nine locks to restore it. So the question is, who put these nine locks in my body, and how can I open them? ?”

The kidney orifice belongs to water and houses the infant spirit. When the three-eyed infant spirit grows to a certain level, the water will fall into place and the Tao lock of the kidney orifice will be opened.

But this is just one of the nine locks, and there is still a long way to go.

Compared with behemoths like the Underworld Show, I seem very passive, but as my strength continues to improve, this passivity is slowly changing.

"Xia Qingzhi is the only clue I know now, and it is also the only breakthrough. Before she reacts, I have to get enough clues from her." In order to prioritize things, I recalled the relationship with Xia Qingzhi in my mind. All the things that happened to Qingzhi and every bit of memory went through her mind. No matter which direction she looked from, she was no different from a normal girl.

I practiced Miao Zhen Xin Dharma in the store, and when I went to Jingying Sanatorium in the afternoon, Wang Yu's condition had not improved. He was cold to everyone except Bai Qi.

I asked the psychiatrist in charge of him, and the doctor was also very distressed. He said that Wang Yu did not feel any vitality that a child should have, and that he was like an overused tool that could mechanically follow the orders of adults. He can do anything, but no one can touch his heart. His mind is trapped in a huge prison, and the space in the prison is the world in his eyes.

Sitting in the garden watching Bai Qi and Wang Yu repeat the boring game of throwing things, I held my chin and fell into deep thought.

The news about the Ghost Mother has been sent back to Maoshan by Leng Qingxuan. In the future, a heavenly master will come to Jiangcheng to kill the Ghost Mother. Once the Ghost Mother is suppressed, there will probably be no one in the world who really cares about Wang Yu.

For some reason, watching Wang Yu, I remembered the scene during the live broadcast at the No. 3 Bridge Crematorium. Yiyi and her mother met for the last time. It was regrettable but also a little lucky. The relatives did not really leave, but just changed their ways. Guarding.

"The word ghost has the same pronunciation as gui, maybe that's why."

"What...are you thinking about?" The crisp voice was like ice cubes being put into champagne. The momentary sound could even bring back a sweet and sour memory.

"Ghosts are the embodiment of obsession. If there really are ghosts in the world, can I also see the person I want to see the most?" I turned around and saw a pretty girl who looked like she had just stepped out of a poem or painting, wearing a A light-colored long skirt that looks peaceful and beautiful. Her name is Huang Xue.

After hearing my words, Huang Xue was stunned, as if he thought of something, and silently sat on the stone chair next to me: "Who is the person you most want to see in your memory?"

"It's hard to say." I took out a five-yuan cigarette and knocked it on the high-end marble table: "Weren't you still in a wheelchair last time we met? It seems that your health is much better since you fell asleep with me?"

Speaking of falling asleep, Huang Xue's cheeks flushed slightly: "How can you be so chatty? Fortunately, I thought you were a nice person before."

Shaking my head and smiling, I said no more and stood up to leave.

"Wait a moment." Huang Xue took out a few paintings from the bag he carried with him and handed them to me.

The pencil sketch depicts a heroic and domineering "local dog".

"Bai Qi?" From his appearance to his demeanor, I could tell at a glance that this painting was of Bai Qi.

"That kid of yours is a genius at drawing, and he drew all these pencil sketches."

"Drawed by Wang Yu?!" I suddenly thought of those strawberry pastel paintings in the maternal and child health hospital. Those may also be Wang Yu's works: "This kid is hidden deep enough. If he likes to draw, let him draw. In his eyes The world may be different from ours.”

I picked up two pencil drawings and stuffed them into my pocket: "I have to keep these drawings. I'll let her mother see them if I have a chance. Maybe they can save my life."

"Her mother?" There was a ripple in Huang Xue's bright eyes, Huya bit her lip, and asked hard: "Gao Jian, what do you mean, do you have an extraordinary relationship with Wang Yu's mother?"