An Gonghui looked at the information the reporter gave him.
The reporter sitting opposite him was the reporter who had followed the case in Building 25 before. Mo Zhenzhen had given An Qiaoxuan and the others a sum of money each. An Gonghui took the money An Qiaoxuan kept at home and found I went to the local newspaper office and spent half a day to find this reporter.
Although the case in Building 25 caused a sensation, it was actually reported out of date. An Gonghui was willing to use money to sell information, and the reporter was also willing to earn some pocket money.
The bits and pieces of information this reporter gave were quite comprehensive, and only a few of them were reported in newspapers. There was a lot of bits and pieces of information in it, and it was obvious that this reporter was very attentive when chasing the news.
After reading the written information, An Gonghui looked up at the reporter and asked him a straightforward question.
"Do you think Zhang Qingyue is a murderer?"
The reporter who was eating fish laughed when he heard this and spit out the fish bones in his mouth. The reporter took a sip of white wine and let out a very happy "ha" and said with a smile.
"The police station is still investigating. How do I know?"
It has been a month since the case in Building 25 occurred. This is the worst case in the history of this city. There were seven victims. Their bodies were chopped up and frozen in a freezer after death.
Under normal circumstances, the higher authorities will put pressure on such serious cases, requiring the police station to solve the case as soon as possible to reduce public panic.
But actually a month has passed, and the police station has been silent, and the citizens seem to have forgotten about this case. They all seem to have acquiesced that Zhang Qingyue is the murderer, and that the murderer is dead.
It was then that the reporter in front of him revealed the mystery.
The investigation is still ongoing, which means that a month has passed and no one in the police station has determined that Zhang Qingyue is the murderer.
An Gonghui raised his hand and filled the cup in front of the reporter, and then asked again.
"Is it possible that this piece of Qingyue is a scapegoat?"
The reporter laughed again, took another sip of wine and ate a bite of fish, then moved closer to An Gonghui and spoke in a lowered voice.
"Do you know who the person who called the police to arrest Zhang Qingyue was?"
"who is it?"
"Gao Zhiming, the son of the CEO of the real estate developer of XX community."
The reporter tapped the fish plate with his chopsticks and said something meaningful.
"I heard that Zhang Qingyue was an orphan and grew up in a Taoist temple as a Taoist priest."
After saying this, the reporter took An Gonghui's red envelope, left the pile of photocopied materials and left, leaving An Gonghui here to think about things.
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At night, Mo Zhenzhen received a call from the Taoist priest. The Taoist priest did not be polite to Mo Zhenzhen and directly told her about Building No. 25.
The Taoist priest's words were a little unclear. He only told Mo Zhenzhen three things.
First, Zhang Qingyue did not kill anyone. He was asked to help solve the problem.
Second, XX community is very dangerous and she had better move out as soon as possible.
Third, if Zhang Qingyue ran away, he would most likely look for her again!
After saying these three things, the Taoist priest hung up the phone. Mo Zhenzhen felt that the Taoist priest had nothing to say and was too perfunctory.
But since Zhang Qingyue ran away, it didn't matter if the Taoist priest didn't say anything.
All she needed to do was confirm whether Zhang Qingyue was the murderer. As long as he was not the murderer, they could still talk about it.
Mo Zhenzhen rummaged through the incense paper money she had put in the cabinet, and with the help of An Qiaoxuan, set up an offering table for Zhang Qingyue.
Mo Zhenzhen took out one or two yin wood. This thing was much more effective than incense candles and paper money. It was a great tonic for ghosts and monsters.
When the Yin wood was ignited and could not produce three breaths, Mo Zhenzhen felt the familiar cold aura.
An Qiaoxuan was more perceptive than her, and she pinned the peach wood sword in her hand almost as soon as the Yin Qi appeared.
Zhang Qingyue leaned on the incense table greedily. At this moment, he couldn't care about beauties anymore. He was too weak, and the Yin wood was just right for him to nourish.
One or two ounces of Yinmu powder burned very quickly, and was absorbed by Zhang Qingyue in just ten seconds.
Zhang Qingyue seemed very satisfied after taking in the Yinmu. He slumped on the incense table without any image, almost intoxicated and enjoying the feeling that the Yinmu brought to him.
After the Yinmu powder was burned, Mo Zhenzhen didn't see Zhang Qingyue's figure, so she lit a second row of Yinmu powder for him.
The Yinmu powder burned again, this time the burning speed was as fast as before. Zhang Qingyue almost greedily sucked it again, which caused the Yinmu powder to burn abnormally fast.
It wasn't until Mo Zhenzhen lit the Yinmu powder for the fifth time that Zhang Qingyue appeared. However, he didn't know that at this moment, he was still greedily sucking the incense from the Yinmu powder, and his intoxicated expression was really blinding.
After the fifth serving of Yin Mu powder was finished, Mo Zhenzhen opened her mouth and interrupted Zhang Qingyue's enjoyment.
"Zhang Qingyue, I have something to ask you."
Zhang Qingyue was stunned, and belatedly realized that Mo Zhenzhen was looking at him. She could actually see him!
Zhang Qingyue's figure twisted due to excitement, and at the moment of distortion, Mo Zhenzhen seemed to have seen his death.
However, the scene only appeared for a moment, and no such abnormality appeared again after that.
"Can you see me? Yes, Yin Mu is greatly replenished. I am overdoing it."
Zhang Qingyue spoke in a reserved tone and did not directly answer Mo Zhenzhen's words.
According to Zhang Qingyue's attitude, Mo Zhenzhen adjusted what she wanted to say.
She looked at Zhang Qingyue with a hint of defensiveness on her face, as if she was speaking with vigilance.
"Did you peek at me bathing? You shameless person!"
Zhang Qingyue was still holding some at first, but Mo Zhenzhen's words broke her guard.
After all, Zhang Qingyue is only in her twenties. The young man died on his own before and became a ghost. He is somewhat careless in doing things.
But now that he had revealed himself and was being questioned in front of him, he was more or less embarrassed.
She is at a good age, and Mo Zhenzhen is really beautiful, with that kind of classical beauty with a fairy air.
What man can't love such a beautiful woman?
With such a beauty exposing her shameless behavior, Zhang Qingyue was so worried that she couldn't really find a crack in the ground to get in!
Fortunately, Zhang Qingyue calmed down after being flustered for a while. He wanted to say that he didn't do it, but because he wanted to be a manly man, he raised his head again and pretended that Mo Zhenzhen had taken advantage of him.
"I saw it accidentally. If you mind, I can marry you."
Mo Zhenzhen said "ha" with a cold face. An Qiaoxuan beside her couldn't listen anymore and rushed forward with a mahogany sword.
This peach wood sword was sold by Mo Zhenzhen from the Taoist leader. It cost ten thousand yuan a piece, which was very expensive, but it was expensive for its own reasons.
Just like now, even if An Qiaozhen used the mahogany sword as a stick, he would still beat Zhang Qingyue all over the room.
(End of chapter)
