If you want fortune telling, get a divorce first

"That's fine. When you have time later, I'll take the photo for you. Do you want to show your face?"

Song Mi hasn't thought about these details yet.

Cheng Tingzhou made tea and stood at the door watching the two people chatting and laughing. Song Mi didn't seem to be in a bad mood.

He hesitated for a few seconds before coming in with tea. "Have a cup of tea."

Song Mi took the cup and smelled the tea. It turned out to be not cheap tea.

Wang Xiaoxiao took a sip and looked surprised, "Your salary is not low?"

Cheng Tingzhou still felt a little uneasy, "No, I borrowed it from my boss."

Song Mi took a sip of tea and looked at Cheng Tingzhou, who was sitting opposite her with his hands constantly moving. "Do you have anything else to say?"

Cheng Tingzhou glanced at her and said, "It's about Qin Yu. Several victims provided us with information, saying that Qin Yu arranged for them to have surrogacy."

"Surrogacy?" Song Mi frowned, and Wang Xiaoxiao also put away her phone with a serious face.

"Yes, and Qin Yu also explained that his main job is to do the matchmaking work. This surrogacy agency has been around for a long time, but since they changed their address, Qin Yu hasn't been there. He only contacts the middleman."

Song Mi looked at the name "Chuyang Biotechnology" on the report and asked, "So you came to me because you need my help?"

"Hmm..." Cheng Tingzhou nodded slowly.

"The police conducted an undercover investigation and found nothing unusual. Some colleagues also went there pretending to be customers, but the receptionists were very vigilant. The receptionists would first verify the funds and identity. As soon as our colleagues lied, they were discovered and kicked out."

Cheng Tingzhou was actually quite helpless.

"Also, I went in disguised as a staff member last night. It was an ordinary laboratory, and there was nothing unusual. However, areas above the third floor, the elevators and staircases all require facial recognition."

He went to the stairwell and tried to use the door-breaking talisman, but not only did he fail to get in, he also alerted the enemy and he almost couldn't get out.

"Is it because your door-breaking talisman is not working?" Song Mi questioned seriously.

"How is that possible? Although I'm just a specialist, my family is also a family of metaphysics. My door-breaking talisman was taught by my grandfather. It can even break the door of an emperor's tomb."

Cheng Tingzhou argued hastily, his face flushed. Wang Xiaoxiao couldn't help but laugh at him.

"Your grandfather robbed tombs?" Song Mi's eyes revealed a complex emotion. "Did you enter the Security Bureau through the backdoor?"

Song Mi didn't know much about the Security Bureau, but if there was a tomb robber among his ancestors, the state agency should conduct a careful review, right?

"...I passed the assessment and got in on my own. My grandfather wasn't a tomb robber; he took the initiative to join the archaeological team."

“That’s not an archaeological worker.”

"But he didn't rob the tomb either," Cheng Tingzhou explained with difficulty, his face flushed. "That's not the point. The point is that there is no problem with the door-breaking talisman."

"So what do you mean?"

"So can you join the Security Bureau and help us investigate?"

"..." Song Mi guessed that for no reason, Cheng Tingzhou would be so patient and accompany her to go around in circles?

"I reject."

Seeing Song Mi put down the unfinished tea, Cheng Tingzhou said quickly, "Why don't you consider it? Our salary is not low, and we also have five insurances and two funds. The year-end bonus is also very generous."

"Can you sell this talisman for a thousand?"

"Ah? It's not very good. It's a bit expensive." Cheng Tingzhou's face darkened a little.

Song Mi's question, which had nothing to do with what Cheng Tingzhou said, confused Cheng Tingzhou.

"So, if I tell fortunes and exorcise evil spirits for others, do I charge for it?"

"I can't take it back..." Cheng Tingzhou's face was almost not red.

Song Mi smiled at Cheng Tingzhou, but the smile on this beautiful and bright face made Cheng Tingzhou feel extremely guilty.

Song Mi was firm again, "I refuse."

"Please consider it. Our overall benefits are very good, and our leaders really value your abilities. You are so talented, and if you do well, there will be great room for advancement, and your retirement will be very secure."

Cheng Tingzhou looked at Wang Xiaoxiao, who was sitting next to her, holding a teacup and looking like she was enjoying a melon. "Look, she's also from the Security Bureau. You're here and can be her colleague. You have such a good relationship, what a perfect match."

"Xiaoxiao, please help me." Cheng Tingzhou looked at Wang Xiaoxiao for help.

Wang Xiaoxiao waved her hands. "Don't pull me. I'm not here because of the Security Bureau."

She was simply dragged into the underworld by the Black and White Impermanence, and then got a position in the Security Bureau in the mortal world.

Song Mi's originally indescribable smile now turned into a concrete puzzlement, "As long as I take three orders from wealthy families in my lifetime, I won't have to worry about my retirement."

"You said your boss took a liking to me. If he really wants me to come, then let him come himself."

Song Mi added, "You are so young, don't imitate your leader's rhetoric and make promises to others. It's so dry."

After saying that, he called Wang Xiaoxiao and prepared to leave.

"Wait a minute," Cheng Tingzhou raised his drooping head, "Do you think what Zhang Yuling said is feasible?"

"I think you can consider it yourself as long as it doesn't violate your regulations." Song Mi said.

"Don't you want to know what she would say?"

"I want to know, but I don't want to trade with her."

Cheng Tingzhou looked at Song Mi's back and fell silent.

But the young lady is really not short of money and doesn’t want to cause trouble for herself!

It was already dusk when we left the Security Bureau.

"I plan to go to that fan's house and take a look. You can come with me," Wang Xiaoxiao said, mainly because the evil spirit described by the fan sounded a bit perverted.

The fan said that she could hear the sound of drooling Siha every night. The fan was recently scared by that thing and was in a bad mood and couldn't eat.

Wang Xiaoxiao is not afraid of evil spirits, except for the perverted ones.

"Okay, send me the address. I need to go see Lindenko first, and then I'll come back to you."

When Wang Xiaoxiao goes on a mission at night, her soul leaves her body, so she needs to find a safe place to put her body. She has set up a barrier in her house so that she will not be easily disturbed.

She went home first, while Song Mi went to a nearby shopping mall and bought some clothes according to Lin Dengke's body shape. She then went to a funeral supplies store and bought a lot of things.

She burned these things for him in the store's backyard. The store owner was shocked when he saw the labels she removed from the clothes when she burned them. "The clothes you burned for ghosts are too expensive."

"It's not expensive, it's worth it." Song Mi burned the most gold ingots.

Lin Dengke was sitting on a tree branch outside Bai Keyan's ward. Bai Keyan had been very well-behaved these days. Although her legs were inconvenient, she had been dealing with company documents.

The caregiver hired by Si Qi was assigned by her to do some odd jobs, and her secretary took care of her personally.

He leaned against a branch and looked at the stars in the sky out of boredom. He had watched the stars for so many years in the mountains, but now that he was outside, he couldn't see as many stars.

Suddenly he felt something strange about him, so he sat up and picked up the purse from his waist.

The purse, which was originally empty, was now filled to the brim with shiny gold ingots.

The amount in the purse kept increasing until it stopped. Lindenko finally couldn't help but jump up on the spot. So much!!!

He had never seen so many gold ingots in his life or death. Couldn't he buy up half of the ghost market?

Song Mi is simply his god!

Soon he found that his clothes had changed. If he wanted, he could choose from six sets of clothes, including the suits that Mr. Si often wore, and the casual clothes worn by the young man next door.

There were also two sets of long gowns, one blue and one white, both made of extremely smooth fabrics that felt fine to the touch.