Just a quick calculation, you are a fugitive!

Su Chen watched Zhang Ming run away quickly, and exchanged glances with Zhao Dongsheng: "Let's go and have a look?"

"Let's go, let's go!"

When the two arrived at Old Sun's house, Zhao Dongsheng was questioning the skinny old man who was about fifty or sixty years old and sitting on a bamboo chair.

"They all said that your son went to work in the south, why did you say no? And they said your son and daughter-in-law were dead?"

The old man's eyes dodged for a while: "He, he didn't send money back, which is the same as death? And that woman, she left the child and ran away, who else would die if she didn't die?"

Zhao Dongsheng was disappointed when he heard this.

He thought he had found a clue?

Unexpectedly, the old man was too paranoid and had to curse his son and daughter-in-law.

As for that, isn't it just that he didn't send money back? He said his son was dead when he saw outsiders...

Suddenly, Zhao Dongsheng was stunned.

No, no, no!

Just as he was about to step forward to remind Zhang Ming, he heard Zhang Ming snort: "Really? Then what's your son's name? I'll help you check it out, and by the way, I'll urge him to send the money for you."

The old man waved his hand quickly: "No, no, no, I'll urge him myself."

"Do you know the phone number of your son's unit?"

The old man was silent.

"Or do you know how to read? Can you write letters? Do you know your son's address?"

The old man swallowed his saliva, his eyes wandering: "Anyway, don't bother with it!"

Zhang Ming smiled: "Okay, I'll ask the village chief."

When he turned around and saw Su Chen and Zhao Dongsheng, he raised his eyebrows: "Why did you come together?"

Su Chen didn't say a word, his hand had slowly reached into the cloth bag and took out a little wooden man.

Just now, the little wooden man had been jumping in the cloth bag, which showed that the soul sealed inside was very excited.

The cloth bag was dark, and only sound could make it sense changes in the outside world.

He had reason to believe that it was the old man's voice that made it so.

This might be its relatives, or it might be... an enemy.

After all, he saw that the old man's breath was turbid, and his face seemed to be covered by a mask, so it was not very real.

It was a pity that the heavenly eye was not opened, otherwise, nothing could be hidden under the heavenly eye. Not to mention that the evil ghost under the ghost aura could be distinguished whether it was male or female, the face could be seen clearly.

Fortunately, even if there was no heavenly eye, there was a compromise - asking the spirit.

You have to find a dark place.

So, when Zhang Ming rushed to the village committee next to him, Su Chen looked around and returned to the land temple.

This place was under the shade of the banyan tree, and the sun could not shine, which met the requirements.

Zhao Dongsheng looked at Su Chen suspiciously as he took out the little wooden man. I don't know if it was his illusion, but the little wooden man seemed to jump.

It was placed on the ground, and Su Chen picked up a branch and placed it next to it, began to pinch the seal, and soon spoke.

"Do you know the old man surnamed Sun just now?"

The branch stood up suddenly and made a check mark.

"Are you a man?"

The branch made a cross.

"Are you his relative?"

Check, then check.

Zhao Dongsheng subconsciously held his breath and dared not speak.

The master is really amazing, he can even communicate with ghosts.

Su Chen continued: "Were you killed by him?"

Check, then check.

Zhao Dongsheng: "???"

No, did you answer randomly?

You actually fooled the master, be careful that the master will make you lose your soul!

Su Chen's face was normal.

"Can you write your own name?"

The branch was quiet for a while, and then wrote three words crookedly on the mud: Zhao Xiaoting.

Zhao Dongsheng said it, and a voice rang in his ears: "Xiaoting? Which Xiaoting?"

He was startled, turned his head and saw that it was the old man who lived next to the land temple, and then patted his chest: "Uncle, Zhao Xiaoting."

"Zhao Xiaoting?" The old man muttered, frowned, and seemed to be recalling, and then sighed, "Do you know Lao Sun's daughter-in-law? Did she ask you to bring money back?"

How could it be...

Zhao Dongsheng was about to refute, but suddenly stopped: "No, Master, the evil spirit is the daughter-in-law of the Sun family?"

The old man was surprised: "Evil spirit?!"

He turned sideways and finally saw the little wooden man and a thin branch standing in front of Su Chen, and was stunned for a long time.

Su Chen was not affected: "Do you know where your body is?"

The branch made a cross.

Sighing, Su Chen continued to ask: "What about your birth date? Date of birth."

The branch quickly wrote on the mud: June 9, 1974.

Zhao Dongsheng came back to his senses: "When was he born? The horoscope requires this."

The branch did not move.

Looking at Su Chen again, he had already started to calculate. Soon his eyes darkened and he put away the wooden man.

"Brother Zhao, call Captain Zhang."

"Oh, oh, oh, I'll go right away."

Seeing him running away, the old man hurriedly pulled Su Chen and asked: "Young man, you, what did you just do..."

"Oh, asking the spirit..." He paused and coughed lightly, "It means asking the gods."

"Ask the gods," the old man nodded subconsciously, and then his body trembled, and the wrinkles on his old face trembled, "No, then, that's not asking..."

"Could Xiaoting..."

Su Chen nodded: "Well, she's dead."

Someone not far away asked: "Old Zhang, who died?"

"Xiaoting."

"Bullshit, my Xiaoting is fine..."

"Old Sun's Xiaoting, Zhao Xiaoting."

The man who spoke ran over quickly.

"Really?"

Then he said with a face full of surprise: "Tell me, why did a police officer suddenly come to our village? It turns out that Xiaoting is dead, maybe she was killed by someone, right?"

The old man swallowed hard and nodded: "Okay, it seems so."

"What a sin. Lao Sun calls his daughter-in-law that she should die all day long. This time she is really dead!"

Zhao Dongsheng dragged Zhang Ming over. The latter was holding a small notebook in his hand and a pen in the other hand. When he saw Su Chen, his expression was a little unwilling.

"Big..." After trying his best, Zhang Ming still couldn't pronounce the word "Master" and simply gave up, "What do you want from me?"

"There are corpses, murdered people."

After saying this, Zhang Ming immediately became energetic: "Where is it?"

Su Chen didn't answer and walked around the banyan tree to the back of the mountain.

"Was the deceased a man or a woman? How did you find out?" Zhang Ming started to ask before taking two steps.

Su Chen turned around and glanced at Zhao Dongsheng, who laughed dryly: "Master, I didn't tell him."

He has a tight mouth.

Su Chen nodded with satisfaction, indicating that he could speak.

Zhao Dongsheng then told the result of Wen Ling's question just now.

"Nonsense!" Zhang Ming stopped: "You have no proof..."

Suddenly he blinked.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute, when did you say Zhao Xiaoting was born?"

"June 9, 1974."

Zhang Ming took out his little notebook and looked at the birth date of Zhao Xiaoting recorded on it. He was stunned for a while and then said dryly: "Well, Old Zhao, I was a little twitchy and crazy just now, don't Sorry."

Zhao Dongsheng held back his laughter: "Okay, Captain Zhang, let's go quickly."

There is a deep cave behind Qingshan Village. Fortunately, Zhao Dongsheng was fully equipped and took a flashlight out. The three of them, the old man who followed them, and his neighbor walked in the cave for a while, and at a corner Zhao Xiaoting's body was found in a corner.

The corpse's hands and feet were tied, and its face was dark and shriveled, like a mummy.

The old man immediately screamed and wanted to run away in a hurry, but he ran a few steps and did not dare to move.

He doesn't have a flashlight.

"Help, help, young man, take me out quickly!"