My phone can catch ghosts

After finishing speaking, the old woman glared at Luo Hao and the two of them again, "Why don't you go away, outsiders are not welcome here, go away."

"Auntie, you misunderstood me. I have no grudges against Liu Kai, and he doesn't owe me anything. It's just that a lot of people in the town died tragically for no reason recently, so I was entrusted by the government to investigate." Zhang Hupi pulled over.

Sure enough, ordinary people are still afraid of the government, and the old lady's mood immediately eased a lot.

After chatting for a while, Luo Hao probably understood that the old woman and the old man on the recliner are brother and sister, and Liu Kai is the old man's son. Because he is the only son, the old man doted on his son Liu Kai very much, causing him to be unscrupulous when he grows up. , often doing evil things outside with others, and because of Liu Kai's relationship, the old woman seldom interacts with her brother.

Since Liu Kai's death, the old man couldn't bear the blow, lost control of his emotions and fell ill, and has been taken care of by his younger sister.

As for Liu Kai's state before his death, he was the same as Ma Qian. After eating crazily, he lost all his flesh and blood and died.

At the same time, the old woman also told Luo Hao more about the situation. Most of the other victims were also in the same situation before, because most of the deceased were not good people, so everyone said it was retribution, and it was God punishing these bad people. So far, no family members of the deceased have come to the Yamen to demand that the murderer be caught.

"In that case, the evil spirit who killed so many people is actually doing good deeds?" Bai Moling asked.

Luo Hao shook his head and said, "When you choose to kill the crime to solve the crime, you will also become a part of the crime."

After a whole day, the two made many inquiries and visited many households, but in the end they couldn't find any useful clues. In the end, they could only confirm that the perpetrator was a powerful ghost or someone who manipulated ghosts.

"However, I found that there is one thing in common among these dead."

Luo Hao looked at Bai Moling and asked, "What do they have in common?"

"It has something to do with filial piety. These dead are all people who were not filial to their parents." Bai Moling said decisively.

"Well, that's true, and the perpetrator must be a resident of Shun'an Town, otherwise he wouldn't know so much about the families of so many victims."

At this time, it was already dark, and the two of them wandered aimlessly in the street, looking at where the lights were brightly lit and there were many tourists, they went there.

"Huh? Look, it's the old man selling wontons."

Luo Hao looked in the direction of Bai Moling's finger, and saw that among the stalls, there was a wonton stall with a lot of customers. The owner of the stall was the old wonton seller Yang Xing they had met earlier.

"His business is really good, he sells it from morning to night, and there are no shortage of people. Let's try his wontons too!"

Luo Hao and Bai Moling walked to the wonton stand, found a small table and sat down.

Yang Xing also quickly spotted the two of them, and immediately recognized them as the two young people who had been to his house during the day, smiled at them, and continued to prepare wontons.

Soon two bowls of hot wontons were served, smelling the aroma in the bowls, Bai Moling couldn't wait to pick up a spoon and was about to eat.

"Can I have this wonton?"

A dull voice suddenly appeared from behind Luo Hao, interrupting Bai Moling's hand that was about to dig up the wonton.

"It's you?"

The speaker was the middle-aged man who had met twice and borrowed water from him.

"Of course." Luo Hao said indifferently.

"Thank you!" The man reached out and took away the two bowls of wontons.

"Hey! Why are you like this? I haven't eaten yet."

Seeing that the wonton in front of her was snatched away, Bai Moling stood up angrily.

"Okay! Let him eat!" Luo Hao stopped Bai Moling.

"Why are you being so nice to him? He must be a lunatic." Although Bai Moling was dissatisfied, she sat down.

Luo Hao smiled and said, "Remember what I said? He is a very interesting person."

"Order two more bowls of wontons!"

Soon two more bowls of wontons were served, but this time, not long after the bowls were put down, the middle-aged man came over again.

"You said, treat me to wontons." The middle-aged man picked up the bowl and was about to leave.

"Wait a minute, don't you know the surname of this elder brother Gao? Anyway, I'll treat you to drink water and eat wonton again."

The middle-aged man stopped without turning his head, but said his name lightly, "Yan Shijie!"

"Humph!"

Bai Moling didn't make a sound to stop, but slammed the spoon on the table, crossing her arms and sulking.

"It doesn't matter, since you said to treat him to eat, then treat him, it's okay if we don't eat." Luo Hao comforted.

"I don't know what kind of medicine you sell in your gourd."

After Bai Moling finished speaking, she turned her head to look at the small table where Yan Shijie was, and immediately became furious again.

"How can he waste food like this."

Seeing that Bai Moling was angry, Luo Hao also looked over, and saw Yan Shijie sitting alone at the small table with two stacks of tall empty bowls, as if he had already eaten many bowls of wontons.

However, there were still four steaming bowls of wontons in front of Yan Shijie, and they were taken from Luo Hao's side, and he just stared at the four bowls of wontons, showing no intention of eating them.

After the first two bowls of wontons were almost cold, Yan Shijie actually poured the two bowls of wontons that had not been touched at all into the wooden bucket at his feet.

Looking carefully, the wooden barrel was already half filled with wontons, obviously Yan Shijie poured them in.

"Is this man sick? He sits here from morning to night, ordering bowl after bowl of wontons, refusing to eat them, and throwing them away when they get cold. It's really weird." An uncle who had just bought wontons and left said, Can't help but glance at Yan Shijie.

Hearing the uncle's words, Luo Hao looked at Yan Shijie thoughtfully.

"What are we still doing sitting here? You won't let me order wontons, let's go!" Bai Moling was about to leave.

"Don't worry, I'm tired anyway, sit down and rest, anyway, there are fewer people eating wontons now, so don't worry about us taking up seats for nothing." Luo Hao pulled Bai Moling back.

"Whatever you want, I'm not particularly hungry." Bai Moling sat down with a depressed face.

Time passed by, the crooked moon hung high in the sky, there were fewer and fewer pedestrians on the road, and the surrounding stalls were basically closed.

"Everyone has left, why don't we leave?" Bai Moling looked around, and all the customers from the wonton stall had also left.

"Isn't there still someone here? Don't worry, there might be a good show to watch later." Luo Hao's eyes kept paying attention to Yan Shijie.

"Boss! Settle accounts!"

At this moment, Yan Shijie suddenly shouted.

Yang Xing, the owner of the wonton stall, walked up to Yan Shijie step by step, and stood quietly without speaking.

"Calculate, how much is it?" Yan Shijie said lightly.

Yang Xing scanned the piles of porcelain bowls on the table, and said, "38 bowls of wontons, a total of three silver and eighty copper coins."

Yan Shijie didn't pay, but continued to ask, "How much is a bowl of wonton?"

"Big pork wonton, ten copper coins for a bowl." Yang Xing said slowly.

Yan Shijie looked up at Yang Xing, with an inexplicable meaning in his voice, "The pork stuffing is ten copper coins a bowl, then..."

"How much is a bowl of human meat stuffing?"

As soon as these words came out, Luo Hao and Bai Moling at the side were both startled.

Yang Xing's old face was covered with frost, and his temperament seemed to have changed in an instant.

"How can human flesh be used as stuffing? The guest was just joking." The old man said indifferently.

"Since you know that human flesh cannot be used as stuffing, why do you want to kill other people and take their flesh?"

As soon as Yan Shijie said these words, the expression on Yang Xing's face couldn't hold back any longer. He suddenly opened his mouth wide, and a big red ball of meat spit out from his mouth.

There was no panic on Yan Shijie's face, he clasped his palms together, and a golden light burst out from his palms, shining on the meat ball.

There was an ear-piercing cry from the flesh, and then the flesh turned a corner and hit Yan Shijie's head from the side.

"Shenbing is as urgent as a law, order!"

Luo Hao shot immediately, and hit Yang Xing with a fixing spell.

Yang Xing's movements stopped immediately, but the flying meat ball returned to his mouth, and then a cloud of evil spirit directly broke through the shackles of the fixing spell.

"Golden Rakshasa Curse: Dingzhu Conquer Demons!"

Yan Shijie waved his left hand, and chanted a spell in his mouth, and the five-point golden light flew out immediately, hitting Yang Xing.

"Boom!"

Yang Xing fell heavily on the ground, seeing this, Luo Hao and Bai Moling were about to go up to help, but they saw Yang Xing exhale a foul breath suddenly, the smell was extremely stench, Luo Hao and the two who were blowing straight stopped their feet.

"Whoosh!"

Immediately afterwards, Yang Xing's hand turned into a tentacle resembling an octopus hand, and threw it directly on Yan Shijie's body.

Yan Shijie dodged sideways, embraced the tentacle with both hands, and pulled it hard, but the tentacle was directly torn off.

"Ok?"

Yan Shijie frowned, then looked at the location where he was, and found that the person had disappeared. He quickly looked around, and saw Yang Xing with two tentacles growing out of each hand, holding the eaves with his tentacles, swinging like an ape. Disappearing in the dark night.