Sequence: Waking up in the secret room and letting me play the fortune teller

Qin Yangming and others rushed in the direction of the scream and saw a group of people gathered from afar.

Taking a quick glance, there were about ten to twenty people.

"Is this everyone on this floor?"

Qin Yangming and others came over, and he asked Bai Lu beside him in a low voice.

Bai Lu shook her head and said, "Not only that, some people didn't come."

Qin Yangming nodded, his eyes swept across the back of the head in front of him and saw the person lying on the ground, it turned out to be the beggar they had met!

The beggar was lying on his back on the ground, with red blood all over the floor. A sharp knife was stuck in his left chest, straight into his heart.

The angle between the sharp knife and the beggar's chest was almost a right angle.

At this time, the rag covering the beggar's legs had fallen off, revealing his swollen legs covered with tumors.

Maybe they can no longer be called legs, but just two lumps of tumors squeezed together.

You can see that the tumor, which is squeezed into a ball, is still beating and contracting, and it spurts out thick green pus from time to time.

The onlookers were of all kinds, but none of them looked happy. Someone asked: "What's going on? Is this a [trial]?"

Wu Yi and others were also here. When he saw Qin Yangming and the others, a flash of resentment flashed across his face, and he shouted, "We just got a police officer here. Let him take a look!"

As he spoke, he drew everyone's attention to Mo Ying, who was wearing a blue police uniform.

Some people sneered, saying that everyone's roles were forced upon them. Does that mean that playing the role of a "police officer" means that one must be able to solve cases? That's too much to ask.

However, everyone still stared at Mo Ying. In other words, something is better than nothing, and they also hoped that this burly man in police uniform could restore the facts. Even if he couldn't solve the case in the end, it would be good at least to find some clues that others would find difficult to discover.

Seeing that he was being put up, Mo Ying felt annoyed and anxious at the same time. How could he know anything about criminal investigation?

Nan Guan patted his shoulder and whispered, "It's okay, make bold assumptions and verify them carefully!"

As he spoke, Nan Guan ignored the throbbing tumor and pulled Mo Ying straight to the beggar's side, examining the corpse carefully.

Mo Ying also gritted his teeth and squatted down to follow suit.

Pumpkin tore off a corner of his tattered shirt and used it as a glove. While he was looking through the corpse, he whispered to Mo Ying, "To be a good policeman, learning to listen to what the corpse says is the first step!"

His hands, shackled with fine steel, danced on the beggar's body, and his eyes were like a scanner, not missing any details.

"The temperature in this space is over 35 degrees. Lividity has already appeared. It is estimated that the time of death is about half an hour to an hour."

"The cause of death was mechanical injury to the left chest. The murder weapon was this sharp knife. There should be fingerprints on the knife..."

Nan Guan winked at Mo Ying and whispered, "See if there's any tape here."

Mo Ying turned to the crowd and asked, "Is there any transparent tape here?"

A person in the crowd, holding a mop and bucket and wearing an orange cleaner's uniform, said, "There should be some in the supermarket over there."

Mo Ying shouted to the crowd, "Can anyone bring it to me?"

Someone in the crowd immediately said yes and ran away.

A short while later, he returned to the scene with a roll of common transparent tape in his hand.

"You are quite skillful..."

Mo Ying stretched out his hand towards the man, ready to take it.

But who would have thought that even after Mo Ying raised his arm for a long time, the man did not readily put the transparent tape on his hand.

“I want money for this!”

The man said seriously.

Mo Ying was stunned. He looked at the man's cunning smile and didn't know what to say for a moment.

"You... want money?" Mo Ying asked awkwardly.

"It's not money, just something valuable. Just exchange it with me." The man still had a smile on his face.

Someone nearby said, "Seller, you really know how to do business!"

The man who was called the salesman laughed and said nonchalantly, "Business is business."

He lowered his head and said to Mo Ying: "I guess you guys are new here and don't have anything useful, so how about this, you owe me a favor?"

Qin Yangming could hear clearly from the side that someone in the crowd was muttering that this man's sequence was "Peddler" and he liked to exchange the things he collected with others the most.

Qin Yangming suddenly felt a sense of foreboding in his heart, which was the taste of responsibility.

Just when Mo Ying was anxious to get the tape and was about to agree to the peddler's request, Qin Yangming stopped him and said:

"You just picked up this tape casually. At most, it can be regarded as a job of running errands. Anyone can do it. Isn't it too easy to use this to exchange for a favor?"

The smile on the peddler's face froze like ice, and he looked at the fortune teller with a fierce look in his eyes.

I thought I could trick the newbie, but I didn't expect him to be fooled!

Qin Yangming slammed the banner in his hand to the ground, and said with a mysterious smile on his face:

"How about this, don't you like doing business? I'm known as a fortune teller in the martial arts world. I know everything about astronomy and geography. I'll tell you a fortune, and we won't owe each other anything. How about that?"

The peddler complained in his heart, "Who in the world calls you a fortune teller? I'm afraid it's not just you and your few people who are in this world?"

But now everyone was looking at them, and there was no better solution, so he could only agree: "Okay, Master, if your calculation is not accurate, then it doesn't count. This tape still needs to be returned by favor!"

Qin Yangming said: "Don't worry, I have made every possible plan!"

"What's that?" he asked, looking at the peddler.

The peddler thought for a while and said, "Let's calculate my fortune for the past two days."

After hearing this, Qin Yangming took out three Qianlong Tong Bao coins from his pocket in front of the crowd. The ancient coins had a uniform rust color and a even patina, and they were obviously old items.

He put three coins together in his hand, shook them, closed his eyes and threw them up.

Wow!

Three coins fell to the ground, and everyone looked over and saw that they were all the reverse side.

Qin Yangming frowned and picked up the copper coins on the ground one by one. He shook his head and said nothing. He just looked at the copper coins in his palm.

After a long while, he looked up and said to the peddler, "Donor, these three coins are all upside down, which is the old Yin hexagram. This is not auspicious!"

A trace of panic flashed in the peddler's eyes, and he asked, "What do you mean?"

Qin Yangming said: "Donor, fortune-telling is one price, and interpreting the fortune is another price."

"How dare you play tricks on me!"

The peddler didn't expect Qin Yangming to be waiting for him here, and a hint of anger appeared on his face.

At this time, his companion pulled his sleeve and whispered:

"Hey! The [Trial] is coming in the next few days. It's okay to give him something and let him interpret the hexagram!"

The content of each [Trial] is very different. Even if this thing seems illusory to them, it is better than nothing. At least they are mentally prepared.

Besides, what good things can a newcomer ask for? Just give him some junk and send him away.

The peddler looked grim and asked, "What do you want?"

Qin Yangming asked, "You are a peddler, do you have any Taoist goods?"

"For example, the Sanqing Bell, talismans, etc."

The peddler thought for a moment and said, "I have an incense burner. Do you want it?"

He studied the small incense burner for a long time and finally found out that it was just an incense burner and had no other special effects. It would be fine even if he gave it to the fortune teller.

Qin Yangming nodded and explained the hexagram without further ado: "All three coins are reversed, and the third line is yin, which is an old yin line."

"This means that you will be very passive in the next incident and will encounter big troubles. For you, things will never be resolved and you may pay a heavy price in the end!"

The peddler's face darkened, he stopped talking, and threw the transparent tape in his hand to Mo Ying.

"Come with me, I'll get you the incense burner!"

He said coldly, turning and walking towards his small warehouse.

This is his principle as a [peddler], to sell whatever he wants and to be honest and trustworthy.

He didn't dare to violate his principles easily, otherwise no one could tell what strange things he would encounter. He naturally understood the principle of picking up sesame seeds and losing watermelons.

Qin Yangming followed, and Nan Guan took a piece of tape with his mouth and stuck off the fingerprints attached to the handle of the sharp knife.

"Everyone, don't leave. Put your fingerprints on it."

Mo Ying shouted to everyone.

"So, Mr. Policeman, what's the result?"

Wu Yi asked seriously while standing in the crowd, looking as if he wanted to quickly catch the murderer and bring him to justice.

Mo Ying shook his head, thinking about what Nan Guan had said to him, and said, "Leaving aside the supernatural factors, this is a homicide."

“The suspect stabbed [the beggar’s] heart with a sharp knife.”

"Motive for committing the crime..."

Before Mo Ying finished speaking, Lao Gao sneered, "Motive? Who would kill a beggar for no reason?"

"What's the point of killing him?"

Mo Ying looked embarrassed, but he couldn't find any reason to refute.

At this time, Qin Yangming came back with a small and exquisite incense burner in his hand. He said, "So this is to eliminate the influence of supernatural factors."

"If you take into account the weird and unexplainable things, there are too many possibilities."

Lao Gao was speechless and stopped talking.

"Who is the murderer?" Wu Yi asked.

"It requires fingerprint comparison!" Nan Guan said.

"Zizzy!"

Suddenly, the ceiling light in the corridor seemed to be broken. With a crackling sound of electricity, the light kept flickering.

The flickering incandescent light flashed on the crowd, and shadows appeared and disappeared, giving off an eerie smell.

It was as if the murderer was right next to them.

Everyone was panicking and lined up to stick their fingerprints on transparent tape, with different expressions on their faces.

"Who killed the beggar?"

"Why kill him?"

"What is the next [Trial]?"

These three questions keep circling in everyone’s mind.