"Great God? Great Immortal? Taoist Master? I don't know how to breathe, little brother, you?" The old man with a cigarette puff looked helplessly at Duan Minghui who was smiling in front of him.

"No need to be so troublesome. Just call me little brother. Look at your appearance, I'm afraid I'm in my sixties or seventies?" Duan Minghui pulled his girlfriend in his arms, patted her shoulders, and comforted her. But she quickly calmed down and struggled out of his arms. Although she grabbed his hands, she was still a little trembling.

"The old man died sixty-three years ago, and he was a miserable person, so he looked a little older." The old man replied.

"Oh, then I wonder how long you have been dead?" Duan Minghui asked again.

"How long, I'll do it. The year I died was 'destroying the Four Olds'. What year was that? I can't remember clearly. It's been forty or fifty years anyway?" the old man replied.

"Oh, that is to say, you have been here for at least forty or fifty years, right? That's right, you must remember what happened here twenty-nine years ago, right?" Duan Minghui said happily. Fang Xueyao, who was a little scared, was also energetic when she heard it, and her hands stopped shaking and listened with her ears.

"Are you talking about the murder of that poor girl? I really know a little about old man." The old man nodded, then deliberately stopped and stopped talking.

"Since my father-in-law was born before liberation, he should know the methods of people like us?" Duan Minghui did not urge, but suddenly asked a seemingly irrelevant question.

"Mr. Yin and Yang? I have seen several of them, but none of them are as capable as you. Brother, can you discuss it and loosen the hoop on me, so that my body hurts so much," the old man finally begged for mercy.

"If you have time, you can listen to you talk about your experiences. But now, let's talk about that girl first. Sorry, the hoop can't be loosened, because you scared my girlfriend just now, so you have to be punished." Duan Minghui said bluntly.

The old man looked at Fang Xueyao with pitiful eyes again.

"Or, just let him go, he doesn't look like a bad person." Fang Xueyao begged for him with some unbearable help.

"Hey, of course he is not a bad person. He is an old ghost, he is not a human at all! And you see how he pretends to be a kind elder now, because I am better than him. If it were someone else, I am afraid he would not be the same as he is now. After all, he could watch the girl being killed without taking any help at the beginning, obviously it was not a good ghost!" Duan Minghui snorted coldly.

"Little brother is wronged! It was not that the little old man didn't help, but that the little old man was powerless!" The old man hurriedly defended.

Duan Minghui made a gesture of your continued life, and the old man continued, "When the incident happened, the old man had just died for more than twenty years. He was still a new ghost. He could not even get close to him when dealing with the evil man who dared to kill people in succession. Even if he wanted to help, he could do nothing!"

"You mean you have been a ghost for twenty years but still can't get close to an ordinary person?" Duan Minghui showed an expression of disbelief on his face.

"That guy is not an ordinary person. His fierce aura is deep, and I also smelled a strange aura from him. He was afraid that it was related to that aura when he could do such a crazy thing." The old man explained.

"It's easy to say that the evil aura is fierce. He tortured so many women, and it's normal that the evil aura is deep. But what is the strange aura you said? Explain it in detail!" Duan Minghui thought for a while, and then ordered the old man.

The old man smiled bitterly: "Great Immortal, I am just an ordinary person. I just became a ghost by chance after my death. I was confused all day long, and I really didn't know the aura at all."

"That's it, then forget it, did you leave the aura of the murderer?" Duan Minghui asked again. The old man shook his head.

"Then you still remember what he looks like, right?" he asked again. This time the old man nodded quickly, "Remember, the little old man remembers it. To be honest, every time I remember the man's trick, although the little old man was a ghost, he was still afraid of it."

"Then tell me his appearance." Duan Minghui ordered.

"Oh, he is a young man in his twenties, not tall, with long hair..." the old man began to say.

"Stop!" Duan Minghui interrupted him, "Don't you convey your thoughts?"

"What?" The old man's face showed a sense of confusion.

"Forget it, it's also a reward for your help this time. Let me go, I'll teach you a little trick." Duan Minghui ordered, and raised his finger, a divine thought came into the old man's mind.

The old man's face first showed a look of confusion, and then a look of surprise. He obviously had already figured out this little trick, "Thank you, the great immortal, for teaching the Dharma-" he bowed and said.

Duan Minghui waved his hand, "This is not a 'law', it's just a small skill. It's just a reward for you. Okay, now pass on all the images of the murderer in your mind."

The old man nodded and opened his eyes. It took him a long time to hold up a divine thought and pass on the relevant information to Duan Minghui.

"It's this guy. OK, with the image, he needs his name or horoscope now. Unfortunately, the murderer's body fluid method that the police kept back then was wrong and it was invalid. Otherwise, he could directly lock in the place where this person was." Duan Minghui said with some distress.

"What should I do now?" Fang Xueyao, who had been acting as an audience member, answered.

"Now, how about the past years talking to this senior?" Duan Minghui said narrowly.

The next day, the old detective who was receiving them took the initiative to come to them, "How is that, is there any progress in the case?" He asked with a hope that he would not have any hope.

Although he had complaints about the ability of the police officers who handled the case at the time, Duan Minghui still had some affection for this responsible old policeman, so he nodded, "There has been some progress, but I need the cooperation of your local police."

"Really? Have you made progress? Cooperate, we will definitely cooperate with your Guoan. If you have any needs, please say it. I will report the request to my superiors immediately!" said the old detective excitedly, as if he had suddenly become dozens of years younger.

Duan Minghui frowned slightly: "No need to be too troublesome. I have some descriptions of the murderer's appearance back then. I hope you can find a professional criminal portraitist to draw it. Of course, it would be better if he could simulate his current age."

"Criminal Portraitor? Simulate age and appearance?" The old detective was obviously very unfamiliar with these two words, and repeated it again, with a confused look on his face.

Duan Minghui glanced at Fang Xueyao, "Look, this is why they did useless work even though they worked hard!" He said silently.

"But this is just a small place!" Fang Xueyao also defended silently.

Duan Minghui shook his head slightly and stopped arguing with her, "Forget it, let's send it to Guoan for help." He said.

The old detective's face turned red, and obviously he realized that he was underestimated. "In fact, we can also help, such as mobilizing the masses to investigate..."

"Yes, after the photos are found, you really need your local police to help investigate." Fang Xueyao quickly comforted.

The old detective looked at the kind-hearted girl with gratitude, nodded, and walked out.

"Why are you trying to make things difficult for them? Tell the headquarters directly the relevant information. Zhang Pingping helped you out in minutes. You will be happy if you have to make others unable to come to Taiwan?" Fang Xueyao waited for him to go out, and then said to Duan Minghui dissatisfiedly.

"I just want to prove why the local police are so incompetent." Duan Minghui shrugged.

"Is that so? Why do I think you don't want to help Zhang Pingping and can't stand it?" Fang Xueyao jokingly.

"Hey, we are working for the organization now. Isn't it what Zhang Pingping should do? Why do we ask her? There is also a girl's family. Why is it so strange that Pingping? It's safe!" Duan Minghui muttered.

"Zhang Pingping was polio since she was a child, and her lower body was completely paralyzed and could not walk. Her parents were afraid that she would die prematurely, so they named her Pingping, meaning that she hoped she could survive safely. So she said that she was a very poor girl." Fang Xueyao explained.

"Can polio be so smart?" Duan Minghui said in disbelief.

"When you really see her one day, you will know that this is true." But she usually hides in the computer control room of the base and does not see outsiders. Only the female staff in the bureau can occasionally see her."

"Oh, super ouzu, no wonder he is so psychopathic and likes to abuse people!" Duan Minghui was a little surprised, but he still arranged it.

"You haven't suffered a loss, why are you so stingy with a girl? Speaking of which, why did you make so many lasers hit you? Zhang Pingping obviously aimed at you so hard." Fang Xueyao remembered the scene and asked curiously.

"It is because she insisted on aiming in person that she couldn't hit me. If she wasn't so angry and let the computer aim directly, I would have been beaten to surrender. Who made her fool? I was angry with me and insisted on trying to relieve herself? Don't she know that the five senses that deceive people are not difficult for a Taoist priest?" Duan Minghui said proudly.

"You, sometimes you really look like a child! No, you are becoming more and more like a child!" Fang Xueyao pointed at his forehead with her fingers.

"Forget it, you are embarrassed to speak, so let me ask the headquarters for help. Be your assistant, this is my job." Fang Xueyao said, taking out her special phone and preparing to connect to the headquarters.

"Okay, the murderer's appearance information has been passed to you, so come on. I'll go out for a walk." Duan Minghui said and walked out of the room.
Chapter completed!