I gasped at the intersection like a wild dog before returning to the door of Longxing Temple in disappointment. The police lights flashed and the noise was noisy. Two police cars had already stopped there, and two policemen were carrying Lu Xiaoxiang's body outward. Qu Mo also followed out of the temple gate with a gloomy face and got into the police car.

As I watched the police car pull the alarm away, I sat on the side of the road as if my whole body had skeletons dispersed. I felt so depressed that I could not express it in words.

The person was not saved, and he died under my nose. The boarding ghost was not chased by him. Qu Mo entered the police station again. He was so fucking cowardly! I felt that he had never been so cowardly since I was a child. I looked at the jacket in my hand and thought that there was a bastard who broke out and helped the boarding ghost escape?

No benefits, no accomplices, no help, no accomplices. This bastard must be the driving force behind this series of strange events, and he also created the boarding ghost. I reached out and flipped through the pocket of the jacket. There was nothing, nothing, and no clues were left. But looking at the material and trademark of the jacket, it was probably more than one hundred yuan. This kind of thing is worn by ordinary citizens. The color also looks very old, not the style of young people.

I took the jacket under my nose and smelled it. It should have been a long time since I washed it. The sweat smelled like a nose, and it was mixed with a strong tobacco smell. This bastard lives a sloppy life. He is middle-aged and elderly people in the middle and low-income class. He also likes to smoke. He is the kind of person who has a strong eye addiction. The smell of smoke penetrates into the fibers of his clothes.

Such people occupy a considerable proportion of the city, and it is basically difficult to dig him out with just one piece of clothing. There may be a way to hand it over to the police, such as a police dog, whose nose must be better than me.

Thinking of the police's involuntarily having Shen Bing's pretty face in my mind, my heart trembled. Let's go find Long Shaohui. He sent me gifts during the Chinese New Year, and I should still remember my country bun "Yin Yang Ghost Detective".

It's three in the morning now, so it's hard to take a taxi. Unless you're very lucky, like the bastard just now, you'll definitely be caught by me.

I walked all the way to the police station and walked there. It took almost two hours. Fortunately, it was almost dawn and I couldn't wait long. The early morning of spring was still very cold. I wrapped my shirt tightly, but I was still trembling all over my body. I didn't care about the smell of sweat on the bastard's jacket, so I put it on my body.

Finally, I hurried to the snack stall just set up on the street, and ordered a large bowl of soy milk and a pancake and fruit to eat it. I felt warm and comfortable all over.

It was half past eight, and I saw Shen Bing's car driving into the police station door. I hurriedly pulled my collar up and covered half of my face, not wanting her to see me. For some reason, I was so afraid of seeing her. Perhaps this was a feeling of inferiority after being injured.

But I couldn't help but turn my head and secretly watched her get out of the car nervously. Her high heels stepped on the rhythmic melody, and Gada walked into the building. Then, my heart plummeted again.

I was in a daze outside the police station gate until 10 o'clock in the morning, but I didn't see Long Shaohui appear. Later, when I went in, I found out that Long Shaohui was on a business trip and might not be able to come back soon. Damn, I waited in vain. I looked up at the stairs and lifted my feet a few times, but I didn't have the courage to go up. I gritted my teeth and turned around and went out.

After leaving the police station, he had to call Yan Xiang. In the provincial capital, in addition to Long Shaohui, he might be able to help me. After more than twenty minutes, Yan Xiang drove to the door of the police station. I got into his car and briefly told about what happened last night. He squinted his eyes and pondered for a long time, and finally nodded.

"After you say this, I remember that twenty years ago, the person who killed the little girl next door and the barefoot doctor in the village should be a boarding ghost. It seems that the boarding ghost has something to do with the Night Demon Eye." Yan Xiang frowned and said.

I handed him the jacket again: "This bastard may be the messenger behind the scenes, or a dog-legged person. He helped the boarding ghost block it last night, but unfortunately I didn't catch up with this bastard."

Yan Xiang picked up his jacket like me and looked at the materials and trademarks. He smelled the smell on it again. He immediately raised his head back, which obviously smoked him.

"It smells so big. This person usually likes to smoke pipes. This unique tobacco is Yabuli. "Yan Xiang seems to be very expert in tobacco.

"Has Master Yan smoked before?" I asked curiously.

"Well, I used to smoke and I especially like to smoke pipes. This kind of Yabuli tobacco is also my favorite." Yan Xiang showed a rare smile on his face.

I suddenly thought of the old guy named Liang. Not only did he smoke a pipe, he was also addicted to smoking. He also held an empty pipe in his mouth while sitting on the train. Thinking of this, I smelled the jacket again. Not to mention, I felt that the smell of smoke was a bit similar to what I smelled on the train. Is this Lao Liang's jacket?

After recalling it vigorously, he suddenly remembered the scene when he chased Lao Liang all the way from Longxing Temple to Longxingju. He seemed to be wearing this dark brown jacket. Sometimes he paid too much attention to a person's actions and often ignored other details. Clothing supplies such as clothes are only caring for women.

I opened my mouth wide, Lao Liang was dead, could he be resurrected like me? This may be a bit unconvinced. His Taoist skills are very unique and powerful. Besides, he has been a Mr. Yin and Yang for so many years, but he still has nothing to do in the underworld? If he is really resurrected, I really can't figure it out.

He was obviously killed by a boarding ghost in Longxingju, because he had an accident when he used the "smoke talisman" to drive away the ghosts of Lu Xiaoxiang. Apart from this possible, he would not have died for other reasons. Since he was killed by a boarding ghost, it means that he had nothing to do with the boarding ghost. Why did he help the boarding ghost escape in the early morning? Isn't this a contradiction?

I can't figure it out and just stop thinking about it. I ask Yan Xiang to think of a solution and find a relationship in the police station to help Qu Mo clear the charge. The old guy glared at me and said, "You are so familiar with Shen Bing, why don't you go to find her?"

I scratched my head and smiled bitterly, "I am not familiar with you now, because something happened before, and there is a little misunderstanding between us."

Yan Xiang said oh, "Okay, I'll find a way."

At this moment, Qu Mo called and said she had already come out of the police station. Now she was in the hotel where we were staying with Wang Zijun and asked me to go there. I couldn't help but wonder, even if she had cleared the murder, how could she explain the matter of staying in Longxing Temple in the middle of the night? Besides, we were still making great efforts in the Mainland Palace and knocked over the altar. Can the Cultural Relics Bureau and the Buddhist Association agree?

I quickly told Yan Xiang that Qu Mo’s affairs were not to worry about. She was fine now and took me to the hotel. Yan Xiang didn’t like it, so he drove me out of the hotel door, and then told me that he had something to do and called him if he needed help. After that, he drove away.
Chapter completed!