My imagination has come true

Qiao Qing circled the information.

Mr. Shan's company has been unable to operate in recent years, but in the past six months, business has become increasingly prosperous. Fang Ruoshan is a little star who has passed away. He is about to become an unknown person in the entertainment industry in a few years. Recently, things have turned around and he has grabbed several valuable big pieces. People in the industry can't help but think that he is very prosperous.

Mu Qingyun remembered that several of his children also gossiped in private and picked out all the Bodhisattvas he had worshiped. He must have had a lot more incense from these Bodhisattvas this year.

Li Hong didn't have much in her career. She was working steadily as a teacher, and she wasn't bad at all. But three months ago, she suddenly found a rich, handsome, and perfect fiancé who loved her very much.

You must know that this girl looks a bit ordinary. She has never had a relationship with the opposite sex since she was a child, but her relationship with the same sex has never been bad. Now it is rare to suddenly have an infatuated fiancé.

Ouyang Qian had been away from the workplace for eight years because she was pregnant and had a baby. She also suddenly found a job that suited her needs.

As a writer, Lou Fang is only slightly famous, but with Qiao's backing, he is definitely the kind of writer editors like to work with. He is well paid and has a comfortable job.

These days, colleagues are emotionally stable and reliable, and there are not so many troublesome jobs. How can they be so easy to find?

Mu Qingyun sighed: "Does this mean that the gift of fate must have its price?"

"Ah, King Gong, King Gong!"

Mu Qingyun suddenly turned his head and saw a young man covering his chest and falling on his back. The diners on the left and right tables were startled and at a loss.

Qiao Qing took two steps over, pressed Wang Gong's neck, and immediately frowned: "He has a heart disease?"

"No, I haven't heard of it."

Lou Fang quickly squatted down and touched his pockets. He turned his inner and outer pockets inside out and shook his head. Apparently there was no medicine available.

There were several people calling the emergency number over there, but it happened to be off-duty time and it was in the central area. The chances of the ambulance arriving in time were about the same as the chance of Mr. Qiao wearing women's clothes and dancing in public.

Mu Qingyun couldn't help but feel a bit of toothache. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw several patrolmen rushing upstairs outside the window.

She thought for a moment, then knelt down and took out a pack of gold needles from her medicine bag.

These gold needles are available in various models and materials, and are mainly used as stationery for poor students. Mu Qingyun has some medical skills. People who practice martial arts need to understand the meridians and the structure of the human body. Most of them know some medical skills, but if they are proficient, they are really not at all involved.

But at this time, most of the people in the cafeteria are employees of Qiao's or Qiao's affiliated companies. If they want to find a hacker, maybe eight out of ten will think they are good at it. But when it comes to medical skills, ten out of ten will think they are good. A person who knows nothing about everything can pick a general out of his skin, but she is actually the more reliable one.

Mu Qingyun looked calm, took out the golden needle, one needle pierced Neiguan, and the other needle pierced Shenmen.

She was actually a little hesitant in her heart. She had not touched the other acupuncture points that could be acupuncture. She used the simplest acupuncture method that was least likely to cause problems.

Although they were uneasy in their hearts, they were confident on their faces. Several patrolmen ran upstairs and saw the suspect, Fang Fang, frowning and holding chopsticks in his hand. He was scolding him and saw the slightly trembling silver needle. My heart trembled, I didn't even realize I was holding my breath, and I didn't dare to make a sound.

All I could hear was the thumping of my heartbeat.

Qiao Qing silently took Mu Qingyun's shoulders and pushed her behind Lou Fang. Lou Fang: "Preferring girls over boys is a bad habit. As a young and promising entrepreneur, Mr. Qiao must consider the image of himself and the company. This habit must be changed."

Everyone was speechless while silently digesting a little bit of the tension.

Only ten seconds passed. Wang Gong, who was lying on the ground, suddenly opened his mouth slightly, his chest was slowly beating, and the bruise on his face gradually faded.

Everyone finally let out a breath and relaxed.

Several patrolmen also felt their legs weaken and held on to the tabletop and breathed a sigh of relief. They almost thought they had encountered another fatal accident today. Ordinary citizens may not realize that these inspections have made their careers questionable these days.

Wang Qiaoli is thirty-seven this year and has been working as a patrol officer since she was twenty-three years old. It has been fourteen years now.

She knew that the capital was a big city with a lot of deaths every month, but there were about two to three hundred accidental deaths like this in a month. But in the past two months, the number of accidental deaths had tripled. At first glance, there seems to be nothing suspicious, but they, experienced old patrols, can instinctively smell something wrong.

Let’s not mention other cases, but when Mr. Shan, Fang Ruoshan, Li Hong, and Ouyang Qian died, there was a building official at the scene.

While they were talking, the ambulance and the doctor arrived. The doctors examined Mr. Wang and were a little surprised. They said that the patient suddenly had a heart attack and almost died. But they saw that this gentleman's heart was at least healthy. I can work hard for forty or fifty years.

"Forget it, hurry up, send him to the hospital first."

As for the heart, it might not be possible to see it without using various instruments.

Wang Qiaoli breathed a small sigh of relief, turned to look at her brother Yong, and let her thoughts wander - I heard that Lou Fang was a well-known mystery novelist.

He is a novelist, so maybe he is mentally ill. Maybe he feels that just composing weird and suspenseful cases on paper is not enough, and he has to create a few perfect crimes in reality to be happy?
Xie Yong felt a toothache when he saw the expression on the junior sister's face: "Hide the tofu in your head from me. Our Inspection Department really can't afford to lose that person!"

Wang Qiaoli: "..."

After watching the ambulance go away, Mu Qingyun, Qiao Qing and Lou Fang returned to the dining table. Qiao Qing reached out and knocked in front of Mu Qingyun's eyes, and she suddenly laughed: "I picked it up from the ground. Doesn't it seem illegal to pick something up?"

She picked up a card that was about the same size as a bank card. The three of them looked at it carefully, and they couldn't help but frown when they saw it.

On the front of the card were engraved four large gilt characters - 'God's favor'.

There is a seal printed on the back, with the logos of the Gu family, the Qiao family, the Xiao family, and the Lou family on the seal.

The most conspicuous thing is the word "Gu" written in dark patterns. The most important lesson for Mu Qingyun's education is to learn to read dark patterns. The entire set of dark patterns was formulated by several families, and each family made changes. Except for the real You must be your direct descendant, and outsiders cannot understand it at all.

Qiao Qing was suddenly startled, with a stern look on her face, "That's a backward word, Ah Qing, we are going to live in the old house these days, don't separate."

He paused and said simply: "Our family has a long history, and it is inevitable that there will be rebellious people. Over the years, several members of the major families have not followed the rules and have done some sneaky things in secret. Every time they use dark patterns to communicate, I just like writing backwards.”

Lou Fang shook his head helplessly: "These 'traitors' will never recover from their secondary disease. They spend so much effort and practice writing backwards, just because they are full." (End of Chapter)