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"Brother Wang, do you think there are really ghosts in this world?" Xiao Li looked worried: "Will there be ghosts haunting me?"

"Don't think about it." Wang Zhenhua patted Xiao Li on the back of his head: "There are no ghosts, it's people who scare people."

"But that monk..." Xiao Li thought of the monk who disappeared while walking, and his body couldn't help but tremble: "Brother Wang, do you think he is a Shura sent to eliminate evil?"

"You have a rich imagination." Wang Zhenhua picked up the teacup and took a sip: "Don't think about these nonsense, since the case has been handed over to the Municipal Bureau, it has nothing to do with us."

"Yeah." Xiao Li nodded, but he seemed to be immersed in his own fantasy.

"That's right." Wang Zhenhua seemed to have thought of something: "I tell you, don't bother with it this time. The one investigating this case is Director Zhu! He's not as easy to talk to as Captain Wang."

"I know." Xiao Li seemed to have suddenly thought of something and was a little excited: "Brother Wang, do you think Xue Mo has superpowers?"

"Why did you bring Xue Mo into this?" Wang Zhenhua frowned.

"No, Brother Wang, you see, although Xue Mo is not the murderer, he can always predict the crime and understand the details of the crime in detail." Xiao Li thought for a while: "Does he have the ability to predict the future? Or the ability to see the crime scene?"

"Okay, okay, don't say anymore," Wang Zhenhua waved his hand: "The more you talk, the more mysterious it is."

"No, no, I have to go find Xue Mo to ask." Xiao Li became more and more restless as he talked, and stood up and wanted to leave.

"Come back!" Wang Zhenhua stopped him unhappily: "If you leave at this time, what if you have to help later, do you still want to stay?"

"It's time to get off work, Brother Wang."

"There's no time to get off work when Director Zhu comes, sit there!"

...

"Hello."

A man stood near the police station, looking at a nearby canteen, holding a phone in his hand.

"Hello, what happened?" Another man's voice sounded on the other end of the phone.

"Someone got there first." The man frowned.

"Someone got there first?" The person on the other end of the phone was also surprised.

"Well, the police have surrounded the target location."

"Well..." The person on the other end of the phone thought for a while: "It doesn't matter, you retreat first, pay attention to safety."

"Okay." The man nodded and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Pah." A subtle sound rang in the man's ears.

The man felt a chill in his ears, reached out and touched it, and his hand was a little wet.

"It's raining?"

The man raised his head and looked at the sky.

Drops of rain fell from the sky.

More and more frequent.

…

“Knock! Knock! Knock!” Three slow and rhythmic knocks sounded.

“Huh?” Xue Mo, who was typing on the bed, was stunned for a moment.

It was half past ten.

Who would knock on the door at this time?

“Hello, is anyone there?” A young man’s voice sounded from outside the door.

“Who are you looking for?” Xue Mo did not open the door rashly, but asked through the door.

It’s not that Xue Mo is timid, it’s the middle of the night, what if it’s a knife-wielding gangster?

“Hello, I just moved in next door, can I borrow a mop?” The voice outside the door seemed a little nervous.

“Mop?” Xue Mo asked in confusion.

Borrow a mop in the middle of the night? Could it be that someone was killed and they were dealing with the scene!

“I’m really sorry to bother you so late.” The man outside the door apologized first: “I just moved in today and didn’t prepare anything, but it was raining outside and the window was a little wet.”

“Raining?” Xue Mo looked out the window, it was really raining, and it was raining hard.

"Is it okay? Please, if you are worried, I can go back to the house first. You can just leave the mop at the door, and I will bring it back to you tomorrow morning."

"Okay, then you go back first." Xue Mo looked outside the door through the peephole. It was a young man who didn't look like a bad guy.

"Okay." The young man nodded immediately after hearing Xue Mo's agreement: "It's really a big help! Thank you so much!"

After that, he went straight back to his room.

Seeing the young man return to the room, Xue Mo took the mop and fruit knife, carefully opened the lock, and gently pushed open a crack in the door.

After confirming that there was no one else, Xue Mo breathed a sigh of relief and carefully placed the mop at the door.

"I left it at the door!" Xue Mo yelled, and regardless of whether the young man heard it or not, he turned around and went back to the room to continue typing.

At most, a mop was lost, which is not worth mentioning compared to his own life!

However, what Xue Mo didn't expect was that the young man came to knock on the door again early the next morning.

"Who is it?" Xue Mo rubbed his eyes and dragged his tired body to the door.

"I'm a neighbor." The person outside the door knocked on the door again: "I'm here to change the mop."

"Oh." Xue Mo listened and the voice was right.

He looked at the watch. It was half past ten. It should be safe at this time, right?

He opened the door cautiously and saw a face full of middle school.

"Hello, my name is Zhao Feng. Thank you very much for your generous help last night!"

Zhao Feng shook hands with Xue Mo in a familiar manner.

"Hello, hello." Xue Mo was held by him and felt a little embarrassed.

"I'll give you the mop back, thank you."

"You're welcome." Xue Mo took the mop and suddenly found something wrong: "Isn't this my mop?"

"Oh," the young man scratched his head: "I'm sorry, I broke your mop, I went to buy a new one."

After that, Zhao Feng quickly picked up a bag from the side: "A small gift, as an apology."

"Ah?" Xue Mo shook his head, finally fully awake, and waved his hand: "No need, no need, it's just a mop, and it has been used for a long time."

"Then treat it as a gift!" Zhao Feng pushed the thing in his hand over again.

"This..." Xue Mo looked at the thing in Zhao Feng's hand: "But I don't have anything to return."

"Actually..." Zhao Feng seemed a little embarrassed: "Actually, there is something I want to trouble you for help."

"What's wrong?" Xue Mo raised his eyebrows and asked.

In fact, Xue Mo didn't want to care, but after accepting Zhao Feng's gift, it was not easy to refuse directly.

"I forgot to bring my key... If possible, can I come in and sit down? It will only take ten minutes, and the unlocker will be here soon."

"Oh, that's the matter." Xue Mo breathed a sigh of relief: "Please come in, please come in, it's my fault for letting the guest stand at the door."

As he spoke, Xue Mo took out a pair of slippers and called Zhao Feng into the house.

"Thank you so much, you are such a good person." Zhao Feng bowed sincerely and thanked him.

When Xue Mo wasn't paying attention, Zhao Feng smiled triumphantly.