"It was such a surprise."
Through Qian Fei's narration, Sang Luo finally restored the whole story.
After calling the police that day, Qian Fei and his group were both scared and curiously excited. After all, this was the first time they had faced the scene of a murder.
Before the police came, a few of the most naughty people in the past suggested that they should dig deeper and maybe they could find some clues.
They dug for a long time with trembling hearts, but found no clues. The scene was very clean. However, Qian Fei picked up a beautifully packaged box under a tree not far away, and saw a familiar name on it.
"Fu Siming, I remember this name. He was the eldest son of our class back then. He was very popular."
"When I saw his name written on it, I thought it was something he accidentally left behind, so I wanted to take it back to him."
Sang Luo was speechless: "Have you ever thought about the possibility that someone else buried this box as a gift to Fu Siming?"
Qian Fei didn't hesitate at all: "That doesn't belong to him too, there's nothing wrong with it."
The red-clothed ghost behind him sneered: "No brain."
It's a pity that no one can hear her voice.
Not only did he destroy the evidence at the scene, but he also didn't respect other people's privacy. No matter how you think about it, he seems to have a low IQ.
The red-clothed ghost curled his lips: "It is recommended that human emotional intelligence be assessed regularly every year, so that those of us who want to be human can have a chance."
Sang Luo chuckled.
Naturally, Qian Fei had not heard of the red-clothed ghost's crazy elimination system. Hearing a dark laugh in Sang Luo's deep voice, he couldn't help but be a little confused.
What, was he wrong?
Sang Luo had no intention of educating people and asked directly: "Do you want to drive her away, or do you want to solve the problem?"
Qian Fei looked confused: "Is there any difference?"
"Of course," Sang Luo pointed at the female ghost standing in mid-air, "I can drive her away with violence, and then give you a talisman to transfer this love to others."
"Transfer, transfer?" Qian Fei was startled, "Wouldn't that mean someone else would suffer?"
What kind of luck is it to be entangled by a female ghost? Every man has to nourish his stomach, okay?
Sang Luo smiled, a little surprised: "You are quite well-organized." Although this kid is timid, he still has a very good character.
"Then, what's another way?" Qian Fei asked.
Sang Luo shrugged: "Then take on your responsibility as the other half, help her retrieve her memory, and find out the truth."
Hearing these words, his head almost exploded: "I don't know her at all, how can I find her?"
He looked at Sang Luo anxiously and asked tentatively: "Then if you can't find it..."
"That must be a special fate." Sang Luo said meaningfully.
Qian Fei: "..."
What a special fate.
Qian Fei thought for a while and said, "Let's go."
"I've thought about it. Since this incident was caused by me, I should solve it."
This sentence made Sang Luo glance at him. If he had this kind of personality, she wouldn't mind helping him.
Seeing that Qian Fei had accepted his fate, Sang Luo put away the talisman and stretched out his hand towards her.
"Do you want to be free?"
These words sounded so cruel that Qian Fei's expression changed: "No, sister, no, master, are you trying to... kill ghosts?"
Sang Luo was speechless: "Since she is a ghost and has been dead for a long time, there is no question of whether she can be killed or not. The only way to get rid of her is to allow her to be reincarnated as soon as possible."
"But as for the evil ghost..." Her eyes sharpened, "Then it will be wiped out in ashes."
Frightened by Sang Luo's look, Qian Fei flinched and expressed his ignorance.
At this time, the female ghost lost her contract and became somewhat responsive again.
Her eyes were gloomy, and her tone was obviously sad: "But I don't want to be reincarnated. I still want to stay here. I feel that there are things here that I can't let go of."
For these harmless ghosts, Sang Luo lost his indifference and sharpness towards people.
She sighed: "I can give you a chance. When you regain your memory, you can make a choice."
"Thank you." The female ghost's eyes were a little more eager, but she looked so miserable, and a line of blood and tears flowed down her pale face.
Not moved, afraid to move, a bit scary.
Sang Luo turned to look at Qian Fei: "Since you are the one calling the police, have the police informed you of the progress of the incident?"
Qian Fei was stunned and shook his head: "So far, the identity of the deceased has not been confirmed."
Sang Luo had already guessed this. If this case could be found out, this female ghost wouldn't be able to remember her own memory.
Qian Fei felt a little more impulsive and took the initiative to take a step forward: "I recognize that Fu Siming. If I contact my former classmates, I can always find out something."
"No need." Sang Luo shook his head, "It's too slow."
So, while Qian Fei was stunned, Sang Luo spread his palm, and a vivid doll appeared in his palm.
"This is..." Qian Fei asked curiously.
"This is called a peach puppet. It is made of peach wood branches and is usually used to ward off evil spirits." Sang Luo explained.
She held the talisman in her hand and lightly hit the peach doll with her fingertips several times. The wooden eyes turned around flexibly, and her body slowly stood up, still spinning quickly in circles.
Seeing this thing, Sang Luo's face that had been frozen for thousands of years seemed to reveal a touch of tenderness.
This was done by my junior brother. He was the most talented disciple in the sect, but he always liked to study some messy books. Therefore, he was often beaten by his master.
And the peach puppet that warded off evil spirits was made into a guide dog, which almost made the master unable to get out of bed for three days.
Seeing Sang Luo looking lost in memories, Qian Fei just wanted to rub his eyes.
He thought that such masters were fairies who were not stained by the world. Did he not expect that one day they would be trapped by love?
But before he could recall it, Sang Luo calmed down the expression on his face and became as calm as water again.
"Let's go."
Right, this is the style a serious master should have.
Qian Fei brainwashed himself and followed Sang Luo's footsteps.
As soon as he took a step, he felt something touching his ankle. He was so frightened that he almost jumped up. When he looked down, he saw a wooden arm grabbing his trouser leg and slowly climbing up, with a humane mouth. He shouted "Hey yo hey yo".
Until the puppet came to Qian Fei's shoulder and sat down, he didn't dare to turn his head.
"Sang, classmate Sang, this, this, this..."
Sang Luo smiled as soon as he saw it: "It's okay, it likes you."
This puppet works well, but I don't know if it has inherited the personality of its owner. He is dull and lazy, and he refuses to take a step when traveling.
Qian Fei almost cried: He can't bear this kind of love?
Sang Luo didn't mind at all and continued to comfort him: "The peach doll itself can avoid disasters and exorcise evil spirits. It can also protect you when it lies on you, so don't worry."
Just when Qian Fei wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, his face turned pale after hearing Sang Luo's voice-over.
"You, you mean..."
Sang Luo said "Oh", his eyes curled up in laughter, like a sneaky fox: "I forgot to tell you just now, there may be a fierce battle to be fought soon."
Qian Fei: "..."
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With Tao Ou's help, it is not easy to find Fu Siming, but the key is how to get close to him.
At the outskirts of the exquisite community, Sang Luo made a hissing gesture.
Qian Fei bent over and took a look. Fu Siming was indeed a rich second generation. The three-story villa covered an area of 1,000 square meters. There were countless security guards patrolling the surroundings. Even the Tibetan mastiff in front of the door looked more majestic than those in other houses.
He lowered his head and suggested in a low voice: "How about I go find him, as an old classmate?"
There was a small box with Fu Siming's name written on it in his hand, so he naturally had a bargaining chip.
Sang Luo shook his head: "Maybe he is looking for you all over the world."
"Why?" Qian Fei was puzzled.
Sang Luo said meaningfully: "Because there is something in your hand that he doesn't want to appear."
Although Qian Fei usually looks carefree, he is definitely not a person with low IQ. After a little thought, he came up with the key to the problem.
"You mean, Fu Siming killed the girl and then buried her?"
When he mentioned this, the expression on Sang Luo's face turned cold: "I don't know, but this matter has nothing to do with him."
Ignoring Qian Fei's brainstorming, Sang Luo asked another unrelated question: "Recently, a stranger contacted your mother about the box in your hand."
Qian Fei thought for a moment and nodded.
"Call me." Sang Luo stretched out his hand.
Qian Fei understood immediately, his eyes were bright, and he looked at Sang Luo with admiration: "That's the evidence Fu Siming wants to buy from me!"
Sang Luo gave a teachable expression, answered the phone and handed it to Qian Fei.
The call was connected quickly. Qian Fei glanced at Sang Luo nervously. After receiving a nod from the other party, his heart calmed down.
"Hey, I have thought clearly about what you told me yesterday, and I agree with what you said."
"Let's meet up some time."
While Qian Fei was on the phone, Sang Luo turned his head and summoned the black-haired ghost.
"Hide your figure and go around the house to see what little moves they make next."
The black-haired ghost rubbed his hands and floated in excitedly in a vigorous battle formation.
However, he died before he left the army. Within a minute, he came back in disgrace.
He was truly ashen, and his skin, which was not very white in the first place, was as black as the dense black hair behind him, and he looked particularly pitiful.
"Master, I can't get in."
Sang Luo's eyes fell on the second floor. She clearly felt a wave of energy just now, and it was very strong, no less than her own.
She turned around and asked, "What did you see?"
The black-haired ghost confessed honestly: "There were many bodyguards in black surrounding a young man in the room, and one of them in a tuxedo was talking on the phone. Just as I was trying to get a closer look, an old man with a white beard looked towards me. I don’t know what I did, but the world turned around and I flew out.”
Sang Luo thought about it. He didn't kill him. He probably wasn't the kind of black-hearted Taoist priest who sacrificed his life for money. It was more like a lover doing it.
But what is this person’s true purpose?
