I'm catching tricks in the Hong Kong variety show world

In the living room, Su Hao was angry at himself and shouted in the air as if he had sentenced the other party to death: "Like a master, like a servant. If you help the tyrants to seek wealth and death, half of Chen Jiannan's sins belong to you."

"If you encounter me today, you should be killed."

Before he finished speaking, the judge's pen clicked in the air.

The Gumantong wearing a red pocket showed a look of fear on his face, and then he opened his mouth wide and prepared to cry. Before the cry could be heard, the whole person turned into a black mist.

Su Hao put away the judge's pen, opened his mouth wide and inhaled the black mist in front of him.

At the door of the bedroom, Chen Jiannan and Tongtong had long been connected with blood. This time Tongtong died directly, and he felt as if something very important had suddenly disappeared from his heart, feeling indescribably uncomfortable and depressed.

Chen Jiannan opened the door and saw Su Hao raising his head and taking a deep breath.

His expression changed, "What happened to Tongtong?"

Su Hao stepped forward quickly and slapped his face directly.

"You are under arrest."

Chapter 272 The Fourth Issue of the Ghost Story Association: Secret Recipe for Life Extension

In the same monitoring room, sitting in front of Chen Jiannan this time were Cheng Jiahui and Su Hao.

Opposite him, Chen Jiannan's hands and feet were fixed on the table and chair, and he was a little lost.

The last time he was brought in, he was a suspect assisting in the investigation. This time he directly became the murderer of the paparazzi reporter, so the treatment was naturally different.

Su Hao knocked on the table and said: "Chen Jiannan, intentional homicide does not necessarily lead to the death penalty. It may lead to life imprisonment or a fixed-term imprisonment of more than ten years. In view of your knowledge of witchcraft, we will recommend that the prison keep you in separate custody. , no one is allowed to visit, you can now seek leniency for confessing, take the initiative to confess, and your sentence will be appropriately considered in sentencing."

Although Su Hao felt that this sentence was a bit false, according to the process, he had to say it like this.

Even if there would be a chance for a reduced sentence after confession, Su Hao concluded that Chen Jiannan would definitely not put the victims of previous tragic deaths on his head.

In this case, it would be a proper death sentence.

Unexpectedly, the development of the matter was beyond Su Hao's expectation.

Chen Jiannan raised his head in despair and said: "Whether it's a life sentence or a ten-year sentence, it makes no difference to me. My life span is less than three months. If I can't extend my life, I will definitely die there."

Cheng Jiahui frowned and indicated that Su Hao would preside over the interrogation.

Su Hao said: "Didn't you use witchcraft to cure your cancer?"

Chen Jiannan smiled miserably, "My cancer has never gone away, it's just been postponed by me using other people's life essence."

The more Cheng Jiahui listened, the more frightened she became. She couldn't help but interject: "You mean, you can use witchcraft to deprive other people of their life span and add it to your body? How is this possible?"

Chen Jiannan looked at Cheng Jiahui and smiled. He looked around and said, "You are so beautiful. You must have used a facial mask for skin care, right? Have you ever used an aloe vera mask? The principle is to extract the life essence from the aloe vera and preserve it in the In a mask and then transferred to the user's face, it's similar to any beauty routine that helps you look younger."

"I know your intention is to get me to admit to the previous two murders, right?"

Su Hao nodded and said, "You can think so."

Chen Jiannan hesitated for a moment and said: "I have a question. After you answer my question first, I will consider your suggestion of frankness and leniency. Anyway, my life span is almost over. How long the sentence will be does not matter to me." significance."

Su Hao said, "Just ask."

"Where did Tongtong go? Is it still there?"

In the past two years, since the death of Chen Jiannan's wife, he and Tongtong have been dependent on each other. In addition, he has no offspring. In a sense, he has regarded Tongtong as his junior.

There is already a kinship between the two.

Or maybe it's because a person's words are good even when he is about to die. These questions hidden in his heart are insignificant to others, but they are of great significance to him.

Su Hao was silent for a moment and said: "There is no kid named Tongtong in this world anymore. You can understand that it has completely disappeared."

Chen Jiannan was silent for a while and then asked: "What was the magical power you used to immobilize Tongtong before?"

Su Hao said: "My ancestor was a Taoist priest and left behind a secret book."

Chen Jiannan smiled calmly, "I see. It was my bad luck this time. I bumped into a master and lost in Taoism. These Siamese wizards are indeed no match for Taoism."

Next, Chen Jiannan confessed to his crimes in the past two years. Everyone was shocked and frightened, and they admired Su Hao even more.

This is a really big case.

This time, the second team of their serious crime team made a collective contribution and couldn't escape.

At the same time, Chen Jiannan also revealed a big news. There are people in Hong Kong who are good at this kind of life-extending magic. They are from the same school as him, and they all came from Siam.

However, the other party has been practicing for longer than him, and the wizard's Taoism should be better than him.

As long as the body of the deceased decomposes faster than usual and the internal organs are crawling with maggots, it can be regarded as death under this evil spell, which can be regarded as a incidental gain.

in the monitoring room.

Liu Sen and Chen Fei stood side by side.

The latter had just returned to normal, and his face was still a little weak.

The two of them looked at the images in the surveillance video and couldn't help but feel sad.

Especially for Chen Fei, it was more like he had escaped from death. After he returned to normal, he immediately recalled the previous symptoms with Liu Sen. He was shocked to find that there was a period of time when his memory was blank, as if someone had taken it from his memory. Take this piece away.

Su Hao saved his life for him. Thinking about it this time, he couldn't help but feel scared.

More importantly, it reshaped his worldview.

He didn't believe in these ghosts and gods before.

"Brother Sen, do you think this kind of evil shamanism still exists on Hong Kong Island? If other branches encounter it, wouldn't it be a dead end? Do the leaders above know about it?"

Chen Fei asked out his doubts.

Liu Sen lit a pipe and said: "The higher-ups must know, otherwise why would the miscellaneous affairs department be set up? It's just that there are too few talents in this field and we cannot retain them within the police system, so we chose to cover up the entire supernatural incident, otherwise it would Causing panic among the public."

"I don't know about other branches. At least in our Kowloon City branch, such supernatural cases can be disclosed internally in the future. Anyway, with experts like Su SIR here who are good at Taoism, a few ghosts and monsters can't make waves."

"Since I joined the Major Crime Division, several strange cases have been solved in the hands of SIR Su."

In the monitoring room, it was already night after the two men finished interrogating Chen Jiannan's case.

Chen Jiannan was taken into a cell and held incommunicado. He will be sent to the court for trial soon. They will hand in the closing report and that will be it.

The two returned to the crime squad office.

Cheng Jiahui was sorting out the report. There were many strange things in the report. Cheng Jiahui and Su Hao discussed it and decided to hand it in truthfully. Whether it would be made public or accepted would depend on the above.

Su Hao sat alone at a computer desk.

He rubbed his brow, looking a little tired.

His thoughts couldn't help but fall on the clues that Chen Jiannan just confessed. There are still wizards who know this kind of magic in Hong Kong Island. Sooner or later, they will definitely commit crimes, but they may not cause trouble within the jurisdiction of Kowloon City District.

It's going to rain and my mother is getting married. Su Hao can't take care of that much anymore. He is just a small supervisor.

At this moment, there were only two people left in the office. While sorting out the report, Cheng Jiahui secretly looked at Su Hao, bit her lip and said, "Ah Hao, are you going to my place tonight?"

Su Hao looked back and saw a hint of tenderness unique to mature women on Cheng Jiahui's face. He couldn't help but feel something in his heart, "Is Cheng Jiamei not at home?"

"No, she may not be in the country right now. She takes an international flight and comes back only every fifteen days."

Su Hao replied: "Okay, I haven't eaten the noodles you ordered for a long time."

The office became quiet again.

Su Hao looked at the ICQ login interface on the computer desktop and accidentally logged in his number. Unexpectedly, several messages popped up in it instantly.

Sender: Sister Hua: Will you participate in the Ghost Stories Association this Saturday?Please reply if you want to participate, and someone will be sent to pick you up from your old place.

There are several such messages, the oldest one is a month old, and the latest one is today.

Su Hao took out his mobile phone and checked the time. Today is Saturday.

"Jiahui, our crime team will have a day off tomorrow and Sunday, right?"

Cheng Jiahui raised her head in confusion and said: "This case is officially over. There will be no new cases on hand. I have already said hello in advance and will give everyone a day off tomorrow."

"I might go to your place later tonight."

"It's okay. I'll wait for you at home. I won't sleep until you come back."

After making an appointment with Cheng Jiahui, Su Hao couldn't help but reply a message: "I'll be there on time tonight."

Sister Hua immediately responded: "Got it, I'll send a car to pick you up from my old place."

After finishing the chat, Su Hao looked at the computer and said nothing for a long time.

Who is organizing this ghost story association?

Su Hao was weak and only curious before, but due to his instinctive principle of avoiding danger, he did not further inquire into the person behind the Guitan Association.

So now, this desire to find out is even stronger.

The key is that Su Hao feels that with his current strength and network, as long as he acts cautiously, there won't be much danger. This is Su Hao's realization after doing several transactions behind the scenes with the Guitan Association.

"Although this organization has a lot of energy behind it and ignores certain rules and laws, it basically keeps its word."

"In addition to pursuing commercial profits, the goal of this organization is to achieve longevity."

Around 11pm.

In the same guest restaurant.

When Su Hao took off his hood and entered the restaurant, several people took the initiative to nod at him.

One of them was the Sichuan opera masked man who had made a deal with Su Hao before and asked him to slay demons at the Dafugui Opera House. The other person was a newcomer sitting next to Su Hao, at the end of the table. He turned out to be the bald priest ( Played by Xu Jinjiang).

Even Sister Hua, who was at the front of the dining table, couldn't help but glance at Su Hao.

Today, Su Hao has participated in the Ghost Story Association three times, and today is the fourth time. He is considered an old member in it. Many people are familiar with the Eight of Spades mask on his face.

Su Hao returned to his familiar position and sat down.

The bald pastor immediately came over and whispered: "It is said that there will be a big dish today. Someone specially informed me that I must come today."

Su Hao's heart moved slightly, "Who informed you?"

The bald priest glanced at Su Hao and moved a short distance away calmly, "I can't say now, but you will definitely gain something if you come today. I know you are an exorcist."

Su Hao secretly calmed down.

The only thing he and the bald priest have in common is that they are both craftsmen.

Based on Su Hao's understanding of the Weird Tales Association, at first glance, it seemed that it was an underground organization with the goal of hunting for novels. Now, it seems that it is purely a commercial organization for sharing resources. Of course, hunting for novels is also one of his selling points.

For some rich but bored rich, there is also a market for curiosity.

Apart from craftsmen, the rest are those who have money and needs, those who have the power to provide conveniences, and then there are some special talents whose professions are remote.

And the person who can organize these people together and make the Guaitan Association survive to this day must be a big boss with great hands and eyes, or not just one big boss, but several big bosses.

Su Hao took a look at the scene. Some people were smoking cigars and others were whispering. The atmosphere was basically quite relaxed.

Su Hao also lit a cigarette and closed his eyes to rest.

After a while, more people arrived at the table one after another.

The table was almost full.

This was rare among the several ghost story associations that Su Hao participated in in the past. At most, he only completed three-quarters of the task.

There were also people sitting around Su Hao.

"Okay, everyone is here today, so I won't go around in circles. I will host this event today."

The vice-president, the man in tuxedo, who had not been seen for a long time, appeared in everyone's sight again.

He glanced at the crowd below, clapped his hands, and shouted to the people behind him: "Invite the master in."

Soon, two men in suits appeared behind them. Walking in front of them was a man wearing a Buddha mask. This man was wearing casual casual clothes and was barefoot. Because his face was covered by the mask, he could not be seen. How old is he, but looking at the thick hair on his head, it can be seen that he is not very old.

He is about 1 meters tall.

The people below seem to know today's theme, and many people hold their breath and look forward to it.

The man in the tuxedo smiled and waved again, and another man in a black suit came in, carrying a two-meter-long, four-meter-wide screen and a laptop.

After finishing their work, many men in black suits slowly exited.

The man in the tuxedo added: "The newcomer here today is a master from Siam. Since he does not speak Cantonese or Mandarin, I will translate or explain."

"This master is good at a kind of unpopular witchcraft. I believe all of you will be interested in this kind of witchcraft, because it is related to everyone's life span. The witchcraft he is good at is... life extension."

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