The Underworld Detective

We ran back to see that Officer Xuan and Officer Luo had ‘committed suicide'. The bodies lay on the ground, and Deputy Director Zheng struggled desperately, shouting: “Don't stop me, let me kill myself! ”

Turns out they executed my fake death plan, and they did it naturally, and no three people died together, and the crowd was overwhelmed, and I said I'd check it out.

I took a fake test. During the test, Officer Xuan blinked at me and whispered, "Do I look like one? ”

I scolded, "Shut up, dead man! ”

After the examination, I stood up and shook my head as if I was sad: “Watch Deputy Director Zheng, don't let him do impulsive things. ”

I've been guarding the body for fear that someone might see it. When the police car arrived, I personally packed the two officers in a bag and left a vent in the bag for delivery to the car.

Zhang Jiulin said strangely: “Impossible, why is it only one of these three? ”

I whispered to him, “I told them to die fraudulently. They won't die. The murderer can't stop. Don't talk nonsense about this! ”

Zhang Jiulin looked at me very unexpectedly. "You son of a bitch, you're a ghost. ”

We went back with the car. I called Wang Dali and told him to buy some clothes with a hood. The big one, Wang Dali, disappointed and said: "Yoko, Li Mazi won't hang me. Is he really Li Mazi? ”

I said: "What's so strange about Li Mazi? I captured Zhang Jiulin alive. Go to the city hall and wait to see the idol! ”

Zhang Jiulin looked at me with suspicious eyes, and I explained: “Brother Jiu, I have a small request. A classmate of mine adores you. Please take a picture with him later! ”

Zhang Jiulin nodded: “Yes, but I also have a small request. My little spirit says your blood smells good. I've been arguing for a while last night. Can you contribute a little? ”

I looked around knowingly and said, "Spiritual? Where is it?”

Zhang Jiulin told me to put my hand in his arms, and I did it. I saw his clothes slightly raised and suddenly a sharp little tooth bit my finger, hurting me not to want it, I couldn't help but scream.

Huang Xiaotao sat on the co-pilot and looked back at our ambiguous motion. He immediately called out: “Hey, why did you sell rot when you didn't agree? ”

Forced to donate 150cc of blood, I pulled my hand back and saw a pair of moon-toothed eyes in his arms, a girl's voice said: “Thank you for the hospitality, I really want to drink it every day! ”

Zhang Jiulin bounced off his clothes and scolded him with a smile: "You are a strange little fox. ”

Though I know roughly what he's capable of, it's incredible to see it with my own eyes. I wish I could have a spoil, but it's better not to suck blood like this, I can't stand it.

When he came to the city bureau, Wang Dali's eyes stood at the door and looked forward to it. When he saw Zhang Jiulin get off with me, his eyes instantly straightened, and he rushed over and shouted: “Shit, are you really Zhang Jiulin? ”

In the face of such enthusiastic fans, Zhang Jiulin was a little uncomfortable, or very polite in answering all his questions.

Huang Xiaotao asked suspiciously, "Do you know these two? ”

I waved, "It's hard to say, you can understand the relationship between fans and idols. ”

Zhang Jiulin finally got rid of Wang Dali's entanglement and followed us to the morgue. He asked me: "Song Yang Xiao, aren't you usually afraid of corpses? ”

I said, "The body is more honest and reliable than the living! ”

He nodded: "You have too much nerve, and you have plenty of cheerfulness. It's a good seedling to be a shady trader. Do you want to consider changing lines? Much more than you can earn. ”

I said, "Thank you. My grandfather knew under the Nine Springs that he was going to curse me. ”

I glanced at Huang Xiaotao, and she gave me a praiseworthy look. Zhang Jiulin noticed our little move. “In my opinion, drunkenness is not in the bar! ”

The other bodies were taken directly to the funeral home and the ‘bodies' of the two police officers were still here. I changed their clothes and told them to leave the back door quietly, not to move alone for a while. But in this situation, where would it be safer? What if the killer sees through our plan and cuts them off halfway?

Zhang Jiulin saw my heart and thought: “I asked Li Mazi to take care of them and teach them to read the Book of Ethics." ”

I said, "Well, thank you! ”

Zhang Jiulin called Li Mazi and asked the two police officers to go to a hotel to find a handsome uncle who looked like Wu Xiubo and had the same temperament as Chen Daoming. I added: “A face of Mazi and a dirty expression. ”

I have another thing to ask Zhang Jiulin to teach the police to read the Book of Ethics.

We found a conference room to gather all the people in the task force here. The people who had just been saved by Zhang Jiulin placed special trust in him, but not the others. A lot of people think this is a feudal superstition, just like when I was going to do the abomination, digging bitterly to say where we hired this Master Jianghu, the police still believe this absurd thing.

Zhang Jiulin said faintly: "Your life is your own, you love to learn or not! ”

Some arrogant young policemen were about to leave, and I stood up and said, “Don't be restless. Listen to me. There is a scientific basis for the Moral Scripture to resist the sound of murder. ”

The sight of a room concentrated on me, and I explained that the spell first had a psychological suggestive effect, as well as an important principle of visceral resonance, for example, when the word "channel” was read, tongue root raised, lung resonance, when the word "name” was read, mouth and throat resonance, the word "mother” was an abdominal resonance, a circulation of spells reciprocated, allowing five dirty six circulation resonance, the airflow impacted Dantian, intangibly protecting the gut, making the murderous demon sound unworkable.

Why do vocal practitioners get healthier and monks rarely get sick?

Exactly because singing and chanting can exercise the guts, regulate the breath, what is breathing toner in Taoism? To be honest, it's all kinds of loud voices coming out of the chest, much like modern vocal exercises.

Someone joked and said, "In that case, can't we sing? ”

I shook my head: "No, the spell was carefully designed by my ancestors. Every word is polite and can take care of every organ of you, which the song can't do. In addition, when the murderous demon sounds appear, it is easy to get distracted by the mess of singing, and when you recite the spell together, you can concentrate and eliminate minds. The spiritual power of man is unlimited. ”

After listening to me, everyone showed a convincing look. The atmosphere of doubt swept away. After sitting down, Huang Xiaotao laughed: “A serious nonsense! ”

And I explained, "No, this is what I saw in a book, plus what I just learned. ”

Zhang Jiulin whispered a thumb at me and after studying he said to me: "Song Yang Xiao, you can deal with these cops more than I have. I've read Moral Scripture all my life, and I've never considered its principles. I've kind of re-met it today, and I'm kind of impressed with you. ”

I laughed, "I'm flattered! ”