The fortune teller who set up a stall became the first strategist of the Republic of China

The female reporter took a look through the crack in the door and suddenly screamed.

Gao Qingqiu said, "Don't scream."

He said, "I'll open the door and go find him together."

Gao Qingqiu tried to push the door.

But after pushing for a long time, he couldn't open it, so he just kicked the door open.

After pushing the man away, Gao Qingqiu walked to the yard, stepped into the man's house, and found that the man was very tall.

He stood up and stared at Gao Qingqiu and the female reporter.

There are five manuscripts on his desk.

There is a pen on each manuscript, constantly writing words.

And after these words are written, the manuscripts will automatically turn the pages over.

Don’t you think this is strange?

The female reporter had never seen anything like this.

She said to the man, "Mr. Hai, what kind of magic do you use?

Why are there five pens writing on the table?

Mr. Hai clapped his hands hastily.

These five pens stopped automatically.

Moreover, this manuscript with automatic page turning no longer turns.

Mr. Hai raised his index finger and said, "The secret of heaven cannot be revealed."

Gao Qingqiu said to Mr. Hai coldly, "Stop playing tricks.

I know that Mr. Hai has died a long time ago.

You are not Mr. Hai at all."

Mr. Hai's beard trembled, and he said, "How can I not be Mr. Hai?

Young man, you must not speak nonsense.

I am currently writing novels for several newspapers.

Whether or not I can write a novel is up to me, not you."

Gao Qingqiu said: "As far as I know, you didn't even know how to read before you were 30.

You spent a year reading a dictionary, and now you can write. Are you a genius?"

Even geniuses need training. You haven't had any training at all, so how can you write?"

Mr. Hai said, "Whether or not you can write a novel is up to me. Your words are useless."

The female reporter tried to smooth things over, saying, "Alright, alright, stop arguing."

Gao Qingqiu said, “I’m too lazy to argue with him.

I just thought he was very strange.”

If you had not made use of Mr. Hai's original body, you would not have been able to write at all.

Because you know, how can there be five pens on a table? How can it write at the same time?

Isn't this a huge joke, unless you use some very strange magical power.

Otherwise, these five pens simply can’t write well.”

Mr. Hai said: "You don't understand at all. I once followed an old Taoist priest and learned some magic.

He taught me the art of writing.

I don't need to put pen to paper, I just need to close my eyes and stories will flow into my mind endlessly.

Then, I opened my eyes again and looked at those pens, and my story was automatically written out by those pens, and it was very smooth. "

Gao Qingqiu said, "Stand still, I'll take a look.

I see, are you a human being, or have you been possessed by a demon?"

Mr. Hai said, “Don’t talk nonsense and don’t disturb me while I’m writing.

Those newspapers are still waiting for my manuscript, get out of here right away."

The female reporter said to Gao Qingqiu, "Don't offend Mr. Hai.

This Mr. Hai is the person I want to interview. How can I interview you if you are so reckless now?

Mr. Hai flew into a rage and said, "You better kick this young man out immediately. Otherwise, I won't accept your interview."

The female reporter pushed Gao Qingqiu out.

Gao Qingqiu struggled and said, "Why did you push me?"

The female reporter said, “Stay outside for a while.

Otherwise, he will kick me out. I won’t be able to do the interview, and the president will scold me.”

Gao Qingqiu had no choice but to go to the yard.

He saw a child playing in the mud in the yard.

He went over and wanted to talk to the child.

The child looked back at him, and suddenly he yelled,

He spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.

Gao Qingqiu hurried over, helped him up, and asked, "What's wrong with you? What's wrong?"

At this time, Mr. Hai also heard the sound, ran out to see, and said, "What happened to my child?"

He saw Gao Qingqiu grabbing his child, and blood was flowing from the child's mouth.

He then determined that Gao Qingqiu was the murderer and said, "You killed my child, and now I want you to pay with your life."

Mr. Hai was very excited. He picked up a stone from the yard and threw it at Gao Qingqiu.

Gao Qingqiu put his child down and jumped behind a tree.

Suddenly, Gao Qingqiu stood up and said, "You bastard, how could I harm your child?

It was your child, playing in the mud by himself. He turned around to look at me, then screamed and vomited blood and died. Did I kill him?"

Mr. Hai said: "In this yard, there are only you and this child. Who else could have killed my child except you?

Even if I didn't write that serial novel today, I would still kill you."

Mr. Hai pounced on Gao Qingqiu, bared his teeth, and wanted to bite Gao Qingqiu's shoulder.

The female reporter was very worried about this incident, so she came over and tried to separate them.

However, Gao Qingqiu and Mr. Hai wrestled together like a ball of malt sugar and could not be separated at all.

Gao Qingqiu made up his mind and knocked Mr. Hai unconscious with his fists.

Mr. Hai sat down on the ground, pointed at Gao Qingqiu and said, "You murderer, don't even think about running away.

If you don't behave yourself and tell me the truth today, I won't let you leave this yard."

Gao Qingqiu walked out of the yard slowly, then walked back in and said, "I have walked out, and now I am walking in again, what can you do to me?

I tell you, I'm just an outsider, and I have no grudges against your child.

I have no grudge against you, so why would I kill him?

You should think about what strange things are in this room and analyze it yourself.

I won't leave now. I'll help you find the truth."

The female reporter also walked over, helped Mr. Hai up, and said, "Look at him, he hasn't left yet. If he is really the murderer, why would he stay here?

Don’t misunderstand him.”

Mr. Hai seemed to have come to his senses a little. He said, "If he is not the murderer, then who is the murderer?"

Gao Qingqiu said, "Let's look for the murderer in this yard."

Then Gao Qingqiu walked over and closed the door of the courtyard. He asked, "Is there anyone else in your courtyard?"

Mr. Hai said: "I have a first wife and two concubines."

Gao Qingqiu said, "Call these three people out and let me take a look."

Mr. Hai said, "Can you look at my three women casually?"

The female reporter advised him, "Mr. Hai, just be patient.

Now, we need to find the real culprit, not just quarrel and lose our temper."

Mr. Hai bit his lip and suddenly opened his eyes. A ray of light flashed in his eyes and he said, "Okay, I'll call them out."

A few minutes later, Mr. Hai called out his first wife.

Mr. Hai said to Gao Qingqiu, "The two concubines are still in the room. I will call the eldest wife out first."

Gao Qingqiu looked at the eldest wife carefully.

This eldest wife stood with Mr. Hai, and her head was just above Mr. Hai's belly.

The eldest wife has very high cheekbones, very small eyes, and not much flesh on her chin, which makes her look very fierce.

Gao Qingqiu activated the system and asked for some help, but the system said to him: "I will not tell you who the real murderer is.

You must hone your abilities in these matters. I will only tell you some information about this great lady."

Gao Qingqiu said, "Okay, it would be fine if you could tell me some information about the first wife."

The system said that the first wife was called Wang.

There was no love between her and Mr. Hai. This was Mr. Hai's mother, who took the initiative to find him a wife when he was 18 years old.

He only found out that his wife was Wang on the wedding day, but he did not complain because he had to be filial.

His mother would be unhappy if he broke off the engagement.

Mr. Hai and his first wife had no children.

This Wang is usually a quiet person and very honest.

The eldest wife likes to cook at home the most. In the past few years, when Mr. Hai couldn't make any money, he worked on the fields at home and the eldest wife did some odd jobs at home.

The two of them lived a comfortable life, but they never slept together at night, so they didn't have any children.

This child was not hers, and the eldest wife was usually very cold to the child, but she had never scolded or beaten the child.

After the system finished speaking, it shut down.

Gao Qingqiu opened his eyes and said to the eldest wife, "Mr. Hai's son is also dead in the yard.

Although he is not your son, you have never hit or scolded him.

But now I want to ask you, did you kill this child?

The veins on the eldest wife's forehead bulged, and she said, "What nonsense are you talking about? Aren't you wrongly accusing me?

The child died in the yard, vomiting blood. I was in my room, how could I possibly kill him?

"Ah? Are you trying to force me to death? If you insist on saying that I am the real murderer, I will just hang myself on this tree."

As she spoke, Wang walked towards the tree, as if she wanted to hang herself or kill herself by hitting her head against the tree.

Gao Qingqiu quickly said, "No, no, I'm just asking you, since you're not the murderer, forget it."

The female reporter pushed Gao Qingqiu and said, "Let's go get the people from the patrol station.

You probably won't get any results by asking this question over and over again.

The murderer is mysterious, can you find him?"

Gao Qingqiu said, "Patrolmen don't like to use their brains.

They will only drag things out, so we have to solve this problem ourselves."

So Mr. Hai found a bench and asked the eldest wife to sit on it.

Then, Mr. Hai went to call the second concubine.

The second concubine is very young.

About 20 years old.

Her face is very white and her eyes are very bright.

Mr. Hai gave a brief introduction. He said, "The second concubine is called Zhang..."

Gao Qingqiu looked at the second concubine carefully.

The second concubine had very black hair and wore a wig on the back of her head. The cheongsam she wore was just right for her.

But Gao Qingqiu didn't dare to look and always kept his head down.

Gao Qingqiu also discovered that the second concubine took a look at the dead child on the ground.

Her pupils revealed a look of fear.

Gao Qingqiu would not judge her as the real murderer based on such a small performance.