Feng shui master is not good to be gl

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When Qing Yi followed Xiao Liu and the other two, the crime scene was already sealed off.The person in charge of the search was Zhao Xiantie, whom Qingyi had met several times, and there was also a face that shouldn't be here.

Master Qingyi, you are here too.Zhao Xiangang came over with a look of surprise, and there was a bit of embarrassment on his simple and honest face. When I heard my brother say it, I wondered if it was you, but I didn't expect it was really you.

It is indeed a happy thing to meet an old friend in a foreign land, and it is no wonder that Zhao Xiangang is so excited.

How did you come to City G? Qing Yi took the information handed over by Xiao Liu, chatted with Zhao Xiangang while reading it, how are the villagers doing?

The village is too comfortable for me.Zhao Xiangang asked with a shy face and looked at Qingyi expectantly. I found that an exciting life is still suitable for me.

Qingyi pretended not to understand the meaning of Zhao Xiangang's words, just as there was a serial case in G City, you can follow along to stimulate it.

The information on the victim is written on the document.

Name: Gubai

Age: 22 years old

Introduction: A dead house, not long after graduating from college, a member of the homeless

Zhao Xiangang thought that Qingyi didn't understand what he said, so he asked directly: Master Qingyi, do you need a handyman? Let me learn some crafts from you.

Qing Yi closed the document, and patted Zhao Xiangang on the shoulder: Young man, don't be superstitious.

You, a celestial master, told me not to be superstitious? Zhao Xiangang had a bitter face.

There is no future with me.Qingyi shook her head, a vagrant.The so-called celestial master Fengshui or something, to exaggerate, it is a profession that does not open for three years, but only three years after opening.

Zhao Xiangang knew that this was Qingyi's rejection of his words, but he still refused to give up. Just as he was about to continue selling himself, his neck hurt, and his whole body was suspended in the air, his feet thumping subconsciously.

Excuse me, my little brother is not sensible, so you don't need to worry about him.After Zhao Xiantie apologized to Qingyi, he carried Zhao Xiangang and walked in another direction like a little chick.

Qingyi shook her head, looked at Xiaoliu who was on the side, do you know the time of death?

Not yet, but around five or six in the morning.Xiao Liu said, and the computer was still on the game screen, the person should have been playing the game all night when he died.The latest time on the game record is 31:15:[-] when I scolded netizens, and there are no other records after that.

Qingyi nodded, knelt down and opened the white cloth.The dead body died in the same way as Li Guoyong's. The body was covered with various wounds, but the most deadly one was the fist-sized wound at the neck artery.The blood from the wound has slowly started to coagulate, leaving it along the floor to the side.

Is there any evidence? As soon as Qing Yi finished asking, Xiao Liu next to her handed over a transparent bag, which contained a black feather.

It was the only thing the victim held in his hand when he died.

Qingyi frowned. The first time she found it in Li Guoyong’s house, it could be said to have fallen by accident, but it appeared twice in a row—could it be a characteristic or a code name left by the murderer on purpose? Or did it fall by accident?

Just as Qingyi was thinking, an impatient soprano voice came over.

I've said it many times, when I came over, Gu Bai was already out of breath.

whose voice

Charterer's.

Qingyi nodded and followed the voice to the balcony.

The author has something to say: "Little Theater"

Shang Changqi: I would have been a poultry if I knew it earlier, why should I be a human.

The sixth child: Poultry is so good, but unfortunately there is no medicine for regret.

Qing Yi: :-)

Thank you for your support (*/ω.*)

Thank you Junyu, , silence, nutrient solution ●▽●

Chapter 38

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The landlord in Xiaoliukou seems to be a woman in her 40s, probably because she has been asked too many times, and now she is impatient. I don’t know him very well, and he has only rented the house for half a month. I can talk to him Where are you familiar with? Just a normal tenant relationship.I'm already annoyed enough about this matter, why are you still talking about it.Instead of looking for the murderer, keep asking me what to do?

The policewoman opposite her had a good temper and asked something in a soft voice.

The charter woman frowned, and the corners of her mouth curled down: How do I know who he offended? She seemed to think this question was funny, she crossed her arms, and asked me to say, this person deserves what he deserves if he dies, and it’s fine if he doesn’t go out to make money. He is also a hot-tempered one, arguing with other tenants with me every day, and even fighting.

Why do you quarrel?

Lazy, he piles up rubbish every day and refuses to throw it away. Can you imagine that the hot chicken piled up for more than ten days in this hot weather? If I hadn’t threatened yesterday that he would move out if he didn’t throw it away, you would have felt it today.The charter woman spit on the ground, you said it was his fault for not paying attention to hygiene, but people told him that he still scolded others, and I almost got beaten when I said it.These days, if you are rich, you are an uncle, and if you have no money, you are a tyrant.