The car stopped at the entrance of Duolun Lane.
Du Wenqiang politely got out of the car and opened the door for Shu Guan. When Shu Guan walked into the alley, he took something out of his arms.
It was a white bone nail, but it was not one of the seven he got from Du Wenqiang's father's grave, but the one he had just gotten from Zhang Hushan's home.
There is also a Feng Shui array in Zhang Hushan's home. This white bone nail is inserted into the ground at the eye of the Feng Shui array.
However, that formation is not the Seven Stars Formation, but a formation that gathers wealth and blessings. It is made by a practitioner, so it is naturally a formation that can really bring wealth and blessings to the owner of the house.
When Shu Guan first saw the Feng Shui array, he knew that this array and the anti-fighting seven-star array on Du Wenqiang's father's grave were made by the same person.
Although the two formations are different, the formation techniques are exactly the same.
Therefore, the feng shui of Du Wenqiang's father's grave should have been destroyed by Yang Hushan under the instruction of the practitioner. This possibility is at least 80% certain, otherwise it would be too much of a coincidence.
And when he expressed his inference, Du Wenqiang did not express surprise at all. It seemed that the discord between the two Youth Gang bosses was not a day-to-day thing.
However, Shu Guan didn't bother to care about this kind of thing. He would not interfere in Du Wenqiang's overt and covert fight with Yang Hushan next.
He will help Du Wenqiang to investigate this matter, and the most important thing is to find the practitioner who interferes in mortal affairs.
But according to the hexagram, the practitioner seems to be dead.
The question is how did the practitioner die?
It was only more than two months ago that Du Wenqiang's father's feng shui was destroyed, and then the practitioner died just by chance. This matter seems a bit strange no matter how you look at it.
Shu Guan frowned and walked into the horse racing hall in thought.
This matter is not over yet for him.
Shu Guan decided to find out the cause of the practitioner's death.
So he planned to go to Yang Hushan's home again in the evening.
Then at this time, a burst of chaotic noise not far away attracted Shu Guan's attention.
When he walked into the alley just now, he had been thinking about the dead cultivator and did not notice that the alley was busier than usual today. At this time, he looked up and found that there were actually people gathered in front of a building not far away. Lots of patrols.
……What happened?
Shu watched the patrol officers using warning ropes to surround the entire building, not allowing anyone else to get close, and he couldn't help but feel very surprised.
There were many residents around, who also came out of their homes and watched from a distance.
For example, Qian Jing'an, who lived opposite Shuguan's house, was standing on the steps of his house, standing on tiptoes and stretching his neck, looking over there.
Shu checked the time and saw that it was only two o'clock in the afternoon. It seemed that the famous historian had skipped class again today.
Then he walked over and curiously asked Qian Jing'an:
"Mr. Qian, what happened?"
Qian Jing'an turned around, his face full of hesitation and hesitation, and said to Shu Guan with some hesitation:
"Lao Pang was arrested, and now the police are coming to search his home."
The "Old Pang" Qian Jing'an calls is the owner of that building.
Shu Guan remembered that the owner's full name was Pang Daokun, who was also a university professor and went to the same university as Qian Jing'an.
"What happened to him?"
Shu Guan asked quickly.
"He killed someone."
"What!"
Shu Guan exclaimed in great surprise.
Although he has never dealt with Professor Pang Daokun directly, he has met him several times in the alleys. He is a man in his early fifties, with a tall, slim figure, elegant figure, and usually wears a pair of gold-plated clothes. Glasses, when meeting people, they will say hello to you with a smile.
It's hard to imagine that such a person would kill someone.
Of course, Shu Guan still knows that people should not be judged by their appearance, and if encountering certain extreme situations, it would be terrible for an honest person to explode.
"Who did he kill?"
Then Shu Guan asked again.
"Two colleagues in his office, just yesterday..."
Then Qian Jing'an started to tell, but he only heard about it later because he didn't go to school yesterday.
Not only did Pang Daokun teach at the same school as Qian Jing'an, he was also in the same department as Qian Jing'an, and their offices were separated from each other.
The first thing to say is that the course Pang Daokun teaches is ancient poetry appreciation, but his own major is paleontology.
This is a very unpopular major. Even the famous university where Qian Jing'an teaches does not offer this major because it cannot recruit students, so Pang Daokun can only teach some ancient poetry appreciation, sometimes as a teacher. This is an interest class that teaches students about ancient biology.
Therefore, although they are both professors, their status in the school is completely different from that of a well-known expert like Qian Jing'an. He does not even have his own independent office, but shares an office with two other young teachers.
At ten o'clock yesterday morning, Pang Daokun was as usual. He finished two ancient poetry appreciation classes and then returned to his office. He met several colleagues on the way and he greeted them with a smile as usual. According to those colleagues who met him at that time Afterwards, I really couldn't see anything unusual about Pang Daokun.
When Pang Daokun walked into the office, he also made some jokes with two other young colleagues in the office. Their laughter and chatter could be clearly heard by people in several adjacent offices.
No one expected that Pang Daokun would kill the two young colleagues half an hour later.
Half an hour later, other colleagues who rushed into the office after hearing the screams found the two young teachers lying in a pool of blood, and Pang Daokun was holding a bloody letter opener in his hand. , squatting in the corner with a pale face.
It is said that the conditions in that office were terrible at that time, and colleagues who entered that office still seem to be unable to eat anything.
Qian Jing'an finished speaking and sighed at the end:
"Lao Pang and I are old friends. If he hadn't been caught at the scene, and I heard that Lao Pang confessed at the time, I really don't believe that he would kill someone, or his colleague."
After Shu Guan listened, he felt a little strange.
Because he had met Professor Pang Daokun several times on the road. He was less than 1.7 meters tall and thin. It was hard for Shu Guan to imagine that such a weak and weak scholar could kill two young men.
Just use a small letter opener?
Moreover, there were two young men at the scene at the time. Pang Daokun suddenly took a fancy to one of them for his offensive power, but what about the other one?
Whether he was running or resisting, with Pang Daokun's small body, it would be difficult to stop him.
And just when Shu Guan was thinking this, someone seemed to have the same opinion as him.
"I don't believe Professor Pang can kill people. Sirs, are you mistaken?"
Not far behind him, a deep and powerful male voice sounded.
Shu Guan turned around and saw that his neighbor, Mr. Wenren, who rarely went out, had also come out of the house at some point and was standing in front of several police officers who were setting up a cordon, saying this loudly.
Then a middle-aged patrolman in casual clothes came over. He seemed to know Mr. Wenren’s identity and explained politely:
"Mr. Wenren, Professor Pang, he has confessed, but he refused to tell the reason for the murder. We are here now to find out the reason for the murder."
"Even if he pleads guilty, it's possible that you tortured him to extract a confession. Otherwise, since he confessed, how could he not tell the reason for the murder!"
Mr. Wenren waved his arms excitedly and said:
"Professor Pang is my best friend. I have known him for many years. I firmly believe that he will never kill anyone!"
"I must ask your boss about this matter."
The middle-aged patrolman could only laugh helplessly.
With Mr. Wenren's reputation, he would naturally not be able to stop them if they wanted to find their boss.
Shu Guan looked back at Qian Jing'an.
Qian Jing'an nodded and said:
"Brother Wen Ren and Lao Pang have indeed known each other for many years. Although Lao Pang and I are colleagues and neighbors, our friendship is not as good as that of Brother Wen Ren."
"So it's understandable that Brother Wenren is so excited right now. I'll go over and persuade him first."
After saying that, Qian Jing'an walked over there.
Shu Guan returned to his horse racing studio. Although the murder of Professor Pang sounded a bit strange, he was not familiar with Professor Pang at all. He could not judge whether Pang Daokun was really wronged and there was no reason. Let him continue to pay attention to this matter.
So after returning to the horse racing hall, Shu Guan put this matter down.
He took out the Qing Sang Sutra and sat in front of the long table to read it.
During this period of time, he read the Qingnang Sutra carefully and felt that he had gained a lot. In the art of Feng Shui and Kanyu, he was no longer as familiar with many Taoist techniques as before, but did not know the principles of those Taoist techniques.
Now his knowledge of Feng Shui has greatly improved, otherwise he would not be able to tell at a glance that the Feng Shui formation at Zhang Hushan's house and the anti-fighting seven-star formation on Du Wenqiang's father's grave were created by the same person. Hands on.
And Shu Guan was planning to wait until night, then go to Zhang Hushan's home and perform a dream-entrance spell on Zhang Hushan to see what the relationship was between the dead practitioner and Zhang Hushan.
For Shu Guan, this is what he is really concerned about now.
Of course, what happened outside the house at this time could not escape his eyes and ears.
The patrol officers searched Pang Daokun's home and left with a large box of things.
Several other patrolmen stayed and began to go door to door to ask about Pang Daokun.
Not long after, Shu Guan heard the footsteps of two people walking towards his horse racing stable.
Shu Guan put down the Qing Sang Sutra and waited for the two patrolmen to enter.
Listening to the conversation between the two people on the road, one was a young man and the other was a middle-aged man.
And it seems that the young man's position is even higher.
Then two figures walked into the door of the horse racing hall.
The two patrolmen were wearing casual clothes, indicating that they were both detective-level patrolmen. The one walking in front was a young man wearing a brown casual suit. He was extremely handsome, but had a lazy smile on his face. He has a weird temperament between free and easy and decadent.
Following him was the middle-aged patrolman who stood at the door of Pang Daokun's house not long ago and explained to Mr. Wenren. He was a mediocre man who looked lackluster in all aspects.
Shu Guan looked up.
The next moment, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated.
Last night, when the Fan family and the two Nascent Soul realm masters from the Seven Immortals Alliance came to his place, Shu Guan thought that his other identity would not be exposed for a long time.
Sometimes, however, things just happen to be so coincidental and inexplicable.
He worked so hard and tried so hard to hide his identity, but in the end, all his efforts were wasted in such an unexpected situation.
Shu Guan now regrets very much why he didn't use a palm to calculate his fortune this morning. If he knew that such a thing would happen, he would never go back to the horse racing stable today.
It's just that it's too late to regret.
"Sir, you should also know what happened to your neighbor. We are just here to ask you a few questions as a matter of routine. Don't worry."
At this time, the middle-aged patrolman came to him and took out a small notebook and pen.
"It's okay to ask, sir."
Shuguan used the greatest perseverance to control his heartbeat, breathing, emotions and mood, so that he did not look abnormal, and at the same time stood up with a smile and said.
...I'm not familiar with him, and he may not recognize me...Don't be nervous...
He told himself this in his heart
Then the middle-aged patrol officer first asked Shu Guan his name and age, and then asked how long Shu Guan had lived here. He also asked if he was familiar with Professor Pang Daokun and whether he had noticed any abnormal behavior in Professor Pang recently. some type of.
This middle-aged patrol officer was indeed doing a routine job. After a few questions, he put away his pen and notebook and prepared to leave.
The other young patrolman didn't say a word the whole time.
When he first came in, he glanced around the horse racing hall as if he was interested, and then glanced at Shu Guan who was sitting behind the long table.
At that glance, the young patrol officer just glanced at Shu Guan's face casually.
Just a few seconds later, the young patrolman seemed suddenly startled, and then turned his gaze back.
This time, the young patrolman looked carefully, as if he wanted to see a flower on Shu Guan's face.
When he heard Shu Guan tell the middle-aged patrolman that his name was Shu Xingyun, the young patrolman had a playful look in his eyes and a look of laughter on his face, as if he wanted to laugh out loud but was trying to control it.
Then, he didn't look at Shu Guan again and continued to look around the horse racing hall in Shu Guan.
"Captain Jian, I asked, there's no problem."
At this time, the middle-aged patrolman put away his pen and notebook and said this to the young patrolman.
"Let's go to the next one."
The young patrolman known as Captain Jian nodded casually and walked out of the horse racing hall without looking back.
Then the two police officers went to the nearby houses to conduct routine inquiries and investigations. After all the questions were asked, it was already dusk. The two police officers walked to the entrance of Duolun Lane while discussing the case.
"Captain Jian, how about I take you home first and then drive the car back to the station."
Parked next to the entrance of Duolun Lane was a special jeep from the Patrol Bureau.
"No need, I made an appointment with a very beautiful lady to drink in the concession bar today, and then we will have a wonderful and romantic night. You can go back first."
The young patrolman showed a confused smile.
The middle-aged patrolman already knew very well about his new boss's habit of indulging in alcohol and women after get off work, so he nodded quickly in understanding.
"By the way, it's so late. You can just drive home and drive back to the station tomorrow morning."
The young patrolman said this again.
The middle-aged patrolman was naturally extremely grateful that the new captain was so considerate to his subordinates. After flattering the young patrolman for a few words, the two parted ways at the entrance of Duolun Alley.
Looking at the black and white jeep, after turning an intersection ahead, the young patrolman stood alone and silently for a while at the entrance of Duolun Lane.
He looked a little troubled.
His mood at the moment was the same as Shu Guan's not long ago.
There is a kind of identity that changes after hard work, but because of an inexplicable chance encounter, the possibility of being exposed appears.
He now had to confirm that this possibility would not turn into reality.
So after staying at the entrance of the alley for a while, the young patrolman turned around and walked back to Duolun Alley and outside the gate of the horse racing hall.
The door to the horse racing hall is still open.
The young fortune teller was still sitting at the long table.
The young patrolman smiled and walked into the door with his hands behind his back.
Shu Guan had already brewed a new pot of tea, but there was an extra cup in front of him.
When the young inspector walked in, he had just filled both cups with tea.
The young patrolman walked to the long table and sat down.
Then the smile he had suppressed for a long time finally burst out, and he watched Shu Guan lean back and forth with laughter.
"So, your name is Shu Xingyun now?"
He smiled and pointed at Shu Guan.
Shu Guan nodded lightly.
"To be honest, your whole appearance has really changed a lot since you grew a beard. If I hadn't been able to remember you through my photograph, I might not have been able to recognize you."
"However, since you want to hide your identity, you have to hide it thoroughly, such as your name. Why use your original last name."
"Just like me, my current name is Jian Yan. Doesn't it have anything to do with the original one?"
The young patrolman laughed so hard that he seemed to burst into tears.
Shu Guan thought for a while, and it was indeed such a thing. If he just looked at the name, he really couldn't connect this young patrolman with Ouyang Hai, the former chief staff officer of the Confidential Office of the Chuxiang Governor's Military Mansion.
In this regard, others have done it more thoroughly than myself.
So Shu Guan placed the freshly poured cup of tea in front of the young man who used to be Ouyang Hai and is now called Jian Yan.
"Drink tea."
