Chapter 850: The little expert who commits suicide
Five years later.
On an ordinary afternoon, Qin Yao was practicing as usual in Hu'an Palace.
After reaching his state, the role that such routine practice can play is actually very small. It has already reached the stage where people can't get rich without windfall, and horses can't fatten without night grass. Practice all depends on opportunities. and resources.
However, what made him helpless was that there were really not many opportunities in the world of Zongxie. He once tried to leave the palace to practice, but he didn't see a single ghost after walking for two months, let alone a monster.
Since then, he gave up his plan to search for experience packs all over the world and returned to Hu'an Palace.
"Taoist Priest Qin, Taoist Priest Qin..."
In the blink of an eye, it was evening, Zhong Yanhuo hurried to the front of the side hall, stood outside the door and called.
In the palace, Qin Yao suddenly opened his eyes, his body flew up from the futon like smoke, appeared in front of the door, stretched out his hand and opened the vermilion door: "Any work to do?"
< br>"No work." Zhong Yanhuo shook his head and said, "It was the person you asked my master to find five years ago who has news."
"Jiamin?" Qin Yao's heart moved.
Calculating the time, it has been exactly five years since I collected evil spirits in the abandoned apartment.
Is it because the Golden Dragon Master has no entanglement with Jiamin in the original work? Whether he is alive or dead has no impact at all!
"That's right." Zhong Yanhuo explained: "Some time ago, a large number of poison masters were caught in the island's drug sweeps. Today, there is a woman named Chen Yulan and a girl named Jia Min. One of the people who came to bail was met by my master's friend."
"Just find it..." Qin Yao took a breath and said, "Where is the home address?"
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"I gave you a note on paper." Zhong Yanhuo took out a note from his pocket and handed it to Qin Yao with both hands.
Qin Yao lowered his head and took a look, only to see it written in traditional Chinese: No. 117, Xinghu Road Street...
Thirty minutes later, the sun set in the west, and there was only a hint of darkness in the distant sky. The fish belly is white.
Wearing a black suit and a calm expression, Qin Yao stood in front of a door and knocked on the blue-black door.
“Click.”
With the sound of a lock opening, a thin, haggard-looking middle-aged woman appeared behind the door and opened a gap in the seemingly heavy door: "Who are you looking for?"
"I'm looking for Jiamin."
Qin Yao took a step back slightly, indicating that he had no ill intentions, and then said: "I am the shop where she worked before The boss inside wants to invite her back to work. Is she at home?"
The middle-aged woman secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said, "She hasn't come back yet. She has been coming back very late these days. "
Qin Yao asked politely: "Where does she work now? I want to see if I can bring her back."
Hearing what he said, the middle-aged woman moved slightly and took out her mobile phone: "Wait a minute, I'll call her now and ask."
After two beeps, the phone was answered. After getting through, the middle-aged woman turned on the loudspeaker and asked directly: "Xiao Min, where are you?"
"Auntie..." Mobile phone A girl's voice came from inside, as if she had deliberately lowered her volume: "I'm over here in a dangerous building."
The middle-aged woman's expression changed and she asked hurriedly: "What are you doing there?"
"Xiao Min, everything is ready, come on." At this time, another girl's voice suddenly sounded on the phone.
"Oh, okay."
In an unfinished building, a short-haired girl who looked to be only 18 or 19 years old responded loudly, and then whispered into the mobile phone: "I work here, aunt. First. I won't tell you anymore, it's time for me to go to work." After saying that, she hurriedly pressed the hangup button and trotted over to a girl with long, sleek hair.
Compared with Jiamin, who has small eyes, small mouth, and shriveled figure, the other party’s big eyes, high nose bridge, and plump figure outshine her in every aspect. There is a hint of inferiority in him.
“Are you ready?” Five steps away, a man wearing a brown vest held a camera in his hand and said to the two people in front of him.
Jiamin exhaled softly and grabbed a square chair on the ground together with the pretty girl.
Seeing this, Huang Mao quickly turned on the camera, greeted the camera, and then said that he was going to record a broadcast today to invite the chair girl. At this point, he showed the camera to Jiamin and his girlfriend Qianqian, and said : "Jiamin, please tell us what a chair girl is."
Jiamin seems a little bit Nervously, he stammered: "Aunt Chair, she was a little girl who was tortured to death by her aunt a hundred years ago. Later she became a spirit for some unknown reason..."
Huang Mao then asked: " What’s the use of asking for help?”
“You can ask her questions, she knows the answers to many things.”
"Wow~" Huang Mao shouted exaggeratedly, and said loudly: "Now let's ask our psychic girl Jiamin to perform for us..."
Jiamin was so nervous My hands were sweaty, but for the reward of 10,000 yuan, I still raised the square chair with the female internet celebrity Qianqian and started chanting a spell.
"Tatata..."
Not long after, a burst of footsteps suddenly sounded from behind them. Huang Mao subconsciously raised the camera and turned around, only to see a tall and burly man in a suit walking slowly. It came slowly and stopped not far away.
"Hey, is this Aunt Yizi?" Huang Mao pointed the camera at the man in the suit and joked: "Didn't I say that Aunt Yizi is a little girl? How did she become a man?"
Qin Yao raised his eyebrows and looked at this reckless guy: "You haven't learned in school how to be polite when going out?"
Huang Mao was still filming Qin Yao and said with a smile: " Just kidding, you’re not someone who can’t even joke, are you?”
Qin Yao smiled slightly and said: "I hope you can still laugh later."
Huang Mao's heart skipped a beat and said in a deep voice: "What do you want to do? Let me tell you, now is a society ruled by law. , you..."
"Hello~"
At this time, a little girl's voice suddenly sounded in the empty floor, instantly interrupting Huang Mao's words.
"Grizzly bear, don't look for trouble and hit the chair quickly." Qianqian said loudly.
Huang Mao knew the priorities after all. He quickly turned the camera to point at the chair and said, "Auntie Chair, Aunt Chair, can I ask you anything?"
"What do you want to ask?" the little girl's voice sounded from the chair.
"I want to ask, why does your aunt want to beat you to death?" Huang Mao asked with a smile.
As soon as he finished speaking, a burst of crying suddenly came from the chair. In Qin Yao's field of vision, the girl's soul attached to the chair gradually became violent, controlling the chair to fly around.
Qianqian, who was also holding the chair, was quickly thrown away, but a stream of black air stuck to Jiamin's hands.
Qin Yao pursed his lips, glanced at the excited Huang Mao, and said to the little girl who was trying to get into Jiamin: "There is an injustice, and there is a debtor. She is not the one who stabbed you with scars. , what are you looking for her for?”
Hearing this, Huang Mao’s smile froze, and an unknown premonition suddenly emerged in his heart...
(End of this chapter)