After being read, the fake daughter brought her whole family to change their fate

At the same time, Han Chen, who was lying on the hospital bed, slowly opened his eyes.

He turned his head to look at Zhao Yi beside the bed, looked around the ward, and began to ask about the little Taoist priest's condition.

While expressing his concern for the boss, Zhao Yi helplessly told him about what happened to the little Taoist priest that night.

He never hides anything from the boss.

Han Chen lowered his eyes and gently moved his limbs, feeling that his limbs were gradually under his control, then he raised his head and looked at Zhao Yi.

"Find a car and follow me to a place."

He remembered the one who stabbed him in the face with a knife last night.

He has seen it.

At this time, the little Taoist priest was already standing at the door of 602.

It is seven o'clock now. Every house is filled with the smell of fireworks, some get up early to cook, some send their children to school, and some prepare to go out to work.

The young Taoist priest's eyes fell on Room 602 and he was about to knock on the door when a voice came from behind him.

"Hey, little guy, who are you looking for?"

The door of room 601 opened, and a middle-aged woman was preparing to send her child to school.

The young Taoist priest turned around and looked at her. There was a dark cloud over his head and he looked very worried. His occupational disease was acting up and he subconsciously gave her advice.

"You will inevitably have a verbal dispute today. You should be careful to control your temper, otherwise it will easily bring disaster upon yourself."

I wanted to find out what this strange man was doing here, but I didn't expect to hear such words.

The woman curled her lips and looked at the little Taoist priest.

"What are you trying to sell me?"

"I'm telling you I don't believe this, and I don't have any money, so I won't buy it."

The young Taoist priest said helplessly.

“I don’t sell things.”

"Everything depends on fate. Our meeting today is fate. In my heart, I have warned you. Whether you listen or not is none of my business."

The child next to her kept pulling at the woman's clothes, yelling, "We're going to be late! Go! Go!"

The woman was shocked by the little Taoist's words. She hesitated for a moment and then spoke.

"I really don't believe this."

She pointed to the door of 602 and spoke in a low voice.

"But I have to advise you that this person is not as easy to talk to as I am. You'd better change your target."

The young Taoist priest said nothing about this.

She watched the woman being pulled away by the child, then turned around and felt the person inside's eyes on her through the peephole.

A cruel, vicious and cold gaze swept over her whole body, and the little Taoist priest's back gradually became cold.

It looks like this is the person.

She raised her hand and knocked on the door.

In just two seconds, the door was opened half an inch, and a middle-aged man with disheveled hair and dirty face showed half of his face and looked at her sinisterly.

"Is something wrong?"

A hoarse voice came out of the man's mouth.

The young Taoist nodded, raised his hand to dial the police, and walked into room 602.

The two of them sat on the sofa in the house.

The young Taoist priest ignored the dirt and mess in the room and looked at the man and asked.

"I was ordered to come here to investigate. I want to know where your wife has gone."

The man replied hoarsely, "I don't know."

The young Taoist nodded calmly and continued to ask.

"When did your wife leave?"

The man answered again in a hoarse voice: "I don't know."

The young Taoist priest remained calm and continued to ask questions.

"When was the last time you and your wife were in touch?"

The man was silent for a moment, then replied, "About half a month ago. I forgot."

The house was littered with garbage and messy clothes, making it difficult to find a place to step.

The little Taoist priest sat upright on the sofa, her hands behind her back constantly calculating. Looking at the expressionless man in front of her, she sighed in her heart.

This man doesn't speak a word of truth.

Suddenly, her fingers that were calculating paused. She was startled, and then her movements became faster. Her eyes gradually became colder. She looked at the refrigerator in the living room, then quickly lowered her eyes.

"Can I have a glass of water, please?"

The man nodded, got up and went into the kitchen, and the sound of rummaging through the kitchen cabinets was heard.

The young Taoist priest stood up without hesitation, listened carefully to the noises in the kitchen, and opened the refrigerator cautiously.

Sure enough, a square piece of "meat" was placed in the center.

No wonder, this should be the body part missed by the police.

"What are you looking for?"

A man's voice suddenly sounded behind him. The little Taoist was startled and quickly dodged, while putting on a polite smile on his face.

"It's so hot out, I was thinking maybe there would be some cold drinks in the fridge that I could buy from you."

The young Taoist priest remained calm and uttered a string of nonsense.

"Oh."

"No."

The refrigerator door was still open, and the man walked over and asked casually.

“Where are your colleagues?”

The sudden question startled the little Taoist priest, but she then reacted and spoke quickly.

"They're downstairs."

The man gently closed the refrigerator door, laughed hoarsely, and then asked in an ambiguous tone.

"is it?"

"Why not call them over to have a drink together?"

The little Taoist priest smiled awkwardly: "No, thank you very much..."

"Do you really think I'm so gullible?"

The man interrupted the young Taoist priest, slowly raised his left hand which had been behind his back, and a dagger suddenly appeared in his hand.

"You escaped yesterday, but today you came to me on your own initiative."

"I can only say that even God is blessing me."

The man had a ferocious expression on his face and he raised his hand and pounced on the little Taoist priest. At the critical moment, a gunshot suddenly came from the door.

The next second, Han Chen and Zhao Yi rushed in.

The two men pointed their guns at the man. Han Chen ordered the man not to move. He observed the little Taoist priest with his peripheral vision and saw that she was unharmed. He finally felt relieved.

Zhao Yi's voice suddenly came to my ears.

"Watch out, he's going to kill himself."

Han Chen shot him in the wrist without hesitation. As the man screamed, Han Chen took the gun and approached the little Taoist priest.

"Is everything okay?"

Looking at the sweat oozing from Han Chen's forehead, she shook her head.

"Didn't you ask Zhao Yi to take care of you?"

"Why did you two end up here?"