Half a minute later, she hung up her phone and opened WeChat.

"Is there something wrong?" Jiang Can asked.

Song Qiyue was also curious to look at it.

Tang Xiaoguo had a strange expression, picked up his phone and looked at Jiang Can: "Is it him?"

Jiang Can looked at him in confusion and found that he was a man in handcuffs, describing him as a sloppy, but his eyes made Jiang Can feel particularly familiar.

That homeless man!

"It's him." Jiang Can said.

"You are so lucky," Tang Xiaoguo put his phone in front of Song Qiyue, "This is the person who approached you yesterday."

"So ugly." Song Qiyue said subconsciously.

"Do you know what happened to the girl who ran away at night some time ago?" Tang Xiaoguo said again.

Could it be...

Jiang Can looked at Tang Xiaoguo in confusion.

Song Qiyue's face changed slightly.

She naturally knew about that.

She often works overtime until the early morning, and she has joked with several colleagues before, saying that she should not be missed by bad people after get off work so late.

If the murderer is this person, then wouldn’t he also walked around the Hall of Yama?

"It's him, the police have confirmed it." Tang Xiaoguo said.

"you……"

“I called the police last night.”

Of course, she did not call the police directly. She just heard Jiang Can describe the homeless man as a bit strange, so she asked someone to investigate, but she didn't expect that a murder case was really revealed.

"The efficiency is quite fast," Tang Xiaoguo flipped through his phone, "It's already on the news."

"Let's take a look." Jiang Can leaned over.

He saw a photo of the homepage at a glance.

It was a beautiful girl with a slight smile on her lips.

Below the photo are the words "victim photo".

Jiang Can's expression was stiff, and he felt as cold as the air was frozen.

Tang Xiaoguo soon discovered Jiang Can's abnormality.

That pale face was really scary.

"What's wrong with you?"

Song Qiyue looked at Jiang Can carefully and thought to herself: Does he know that girl?

Tang Xiaoguo's voice pulled Jiang Can out of the bone-bone coldness.

He said hard: "I saw her yesterday."

"who?"

"The murdered girl is in that alley." Jiang Can said with difficulty, "She was sitting on the sofa that was thrown away, and I asked her if she wanted to help."

Tang Xiaoguo and Song Qiyue looked at each other and saw the shock on each other's faces.

"Lao Jiang, this kind of joke is not good."

"No," Jiang Can shook his head, "It's true. I saw her sitting on the sofa, with no dent on the sofa."

The conversation outside can be heard vaguely in the teahouse.

The three people in the private room felt the air was chilly.

"You said," Jiang Can asked, "There are no ghosts in this world, right?"

"I saw it when I was a child." Song Qiyue spoke weakly.

Tang Xiaoguo looked at it.

Song Qiyue told her memories of what she saw.

On the summer evening, she was less than six years old and was playing alone, but she ran into a strange old man who kept smiling at her.

Later she found out that the old man was her grandfather who had passed away before she was born.

Tang Xiaoguo thought for more than ten seconds.

She looked up and said, "I know a master, and I can ask him to help you see."

Half an hour later.

A Mercedes-Benz car stayed outside the teahouse.

Two old and young walked into the teahouse.

The old man is dressed in Tang suit and has a gentle temperament.

The boy was wearing Adida's sportswear, with agile eyes and curiously looking around.

"Uncle Liu." Tang Xiaoguo stood up, looked at the boy and smiled, "Is Xiaotian here too?"

The old man she called Uncle Liu smiled and nodded. The boy just opened his mouth and wanted to reply, but when he turned his eyes to Jiang Can's face, he suddenly closed his mouth.

When Jiang Can was secretly complaining about the title of "Uncle Liu", he encountered the hot gaze of the boy.

He suddenly felt a sudden heart, and his heart became frightened: This guy wouldn't be a...

"What did you see?" Tang Xiaoguo asked.

Jiang Can turned and was stunned.

The boy grinned his teeth and said, "There is a beautiful sister next to him."

Jiang Can's face turned pale in an instant, and he felt that the air around him became chilly.

Tang Xiaoguo also subconsciously moved his butt.

"It's sister Xiaoguo, you." The boy turned to Tang Xiaoguo and smiled badly, "Is he your boyfriend? He's so handsome."

"Don't talk nonsense little kid!" Tang Xiaoguo glared at the boy fiercely.

Jiang Can also breathed a sigh of relief.

Tang Xiaoguo introduced it to several people.

Looking at Liu Qingsong who put his hand on his wrist, Jiang Can felt a little strange.

He thought the other party was a legendary demon-suffering family or Taoist priest, but he didn't expect...

"It's nothing serious, it's just that I'm a little lacking in vitality. Just take a good rest for two days." Liu Qingsong said.

He looks over sixty years old, his white hair is meticulously combed, his complexion is rosy, and he has a fairy-like scent.

"Is it because of hitting a ghost?" Jiang Can asked.

Liu Qingsong nodded gently.

"There are really ghosts in this world."

Liu Tian, ​​who was beside him, rolled his eyes and blurted out: "You see a ghost without a ghost."

Jiang Can's heart was in a mess.

I clearly experienced a template for urban cool articles, why did I turn to the Supernatural Channel?

"Are there many ghosts?" Song Qiyue, who had not spoken for a long time, asked weakly.

"The conditions for forming ghosts are very harsh," said Liu Tian. "Often people may not have seen them in their lifetime, or they have never seen them."

"How did it form?" Jiang Can interrupted.

"Everything has spiritual energy. When an individual spiritual energy transcends the clan, it is the gods, demons and ghosts in the eyes of mortals." Liu Qingsong said.

"You can understand this kind of qi as a magnetic field. Human consciousness is like a magnetic field. Usually, when a person dies, this magnetic field will slowly dissipate. However, some people have strong obsessions. Even if they die, their consciousness will not dissipate. They interfere with ordinary people. If they resonate, they will be possessed by the legendary ghost..." Liu Tian added a few words.

Jiang Can was a little confused.

Isn't this pseudoscience?

He glanced at it.

The young Liu Tian had assets of about 200,000 yuan, and Liu Qingsong had assets of about 60,000 yuan.

He suddenly felt so small.

Several people sent the grandfather and grandson away.

Watching the big Ben disappear from his eyes, Jiang Can looked at Tang Xiaoguo: "Are the experts in traditional Chinese medicine hospitals so powerful these days? They are also part-time magicians?"

Tang Xiaoguo curled his lips and said, "Uncle Liu is just a special one."
To be continued...