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After driving to the police station, Jiang Fei and Zhao Qianrou headed straight to the place where Wen Ruomeng was, which is where the bodies were temporarily stored here, and the identification department.

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Jiang Fei almost fainted. She even changed the skirt she had spent so much money to buy, but she even went for an autopsy even if she wore it. The forensic's responsibility was enough.

However, seeing as Wen Ruomeng was helping them, Jiang Fei didn't say anything, just took a step, but Zhao Qianrou stopped at the door and did not dare to see the dead thief's body.

"How is it? What's going on?" Jiang Fei asked with a smile.

Wen Ruomeng pinched the mouth of the corpse, and her long tongue was pulled out and reached in front of Jiang Fei.

"I'll go." This girl was so cruel, she was playing like this at the corpse.

Zhao Qianrou pulled the corpse's tongue and said lightly: "This person was not very beaten to death, but was poisoned to death."

The deceased's tongue was extremely dark, the corners of his mouth were black, and although there were stick marks on his body, the fatal one was the poison.

According to Wen Ruomeng's inference, this guy had already hidden the poison in his mouth in advance, and after being found, he committed suicide by taking poison.

Although I don’t know who led this, it at least proves that the servants of the Zhao Mansion do not have sha.

With this judgment, we naturally cannot lock up those people. This case can only be considered suicide.

The next step is to investigate the whereabouts of the Thunder Fire Stick. According to Zhao Shufeng, it was done by Ouyang Linghu's families, but there is no real evidence.

"Ruomeng měi         nǚ, ask you a question?" Jiang Fei suddenly spoke.

After Wen Ruomeng dealt with the body, she filled out the autopsy report there, and asked in a cold tone: "What's the problem?"

"Can the dead talk?"

"No, if you can't speak, why do you want me, a forensic doctor?" Wen Ruomeng said.

Jiang Fei said speechlessly, "I mean, is there any way to let him speak?"

"You mean soul-conjuring."

This reminded Jiang Fei and said in surprise: "Yes, soul-summoning, how about it? Is it OK?"

"I don't know." Wen Ruomeng continued: "The first seven has not arrived, and the souls of people are all in the ghost messenger. How do you help?"

"Didn't you say you can't?" Jiang Fei asked.

Wen Ruomeng almost made Jiang Fei choke: "I don't know, it doesn't mean I don't understand, I just haven't asked."

After a person dies, his soul will be captured by the ghost messenger. He will be released until the first seventh day is released to meet his family and then reincarnate.

Of course, it is not ruled out that some ghosts have disappeared. Those who fail to catch their souls when they arrive will become lonely ghosts from then on.

If you want to summon souls, you must be a wandering soul, not in the hands of the ghost officer.

But whoever is idle is going to summon souls? Wen Ruomeng’s job is forensic doctors, not a great god. Moreover, if this thing is used too much, it is likely to get infected with other things.

"Forget it, you won't do it myself."

Jiang Fei was speechless. It seemed that this girl was unreliable. Fortunately, she had a soul-sucking talisman, so it would be a piece of cake to attract a soul.

However, Jiang Fei had seen this zombie, and he had never seen this ghost before. He was a little scared. After all, the zombie is a physical entity, but the ghost is a virtual body, illusory.

Jiang Fei calmed down and was afraid of killing ghosts. After all, he was a cultivator in the Qi Condensation Stage.

"Ruomeng, how can you use this soul-torture to attack?"

Wen Ruomeng gave this guy a blank look and said that she didn't know anything. She was still bragging here, and she was convinced.

I can only explain to Jiang Fei, the soul-sucking fragrance, the soul-sucking talisman, the birth date and horoscope of the deceased, and a bunch of things, the Bagua Mirror.

Jiang Fei heard that this soul-torture felt much more complicated than receiving and paying for zombies. He had no choice but to go to the town to buy a bunch of them, and at the same time bought a few chickens. He wanted to use the chicken blood to guide the way, and flour, and use the flour to see the way.

Back in the Zhao Mansion, Jiang Fei placed a table in front of him, with two red candles and a yellow cloth on it, with a gossip pattern on it, and the surroundings were covered with flour. As long as the ghost came, footprints would be left on the flour.

"Wife, am I awesome? I know everything. If I had known to have a Taoist robe with my senior brother, we would be a Taoist priest." Jiang Fei put on his pose and showed off to Zhao Qianrou and Wen Ruomeng, who were nervous and sitting beside him.

Both of them had the same big eyes and ignored this guy.

Jiang Fei was disappointed and failed in order not to show off.

He looked at the time and it was 11:50 in the evening, and there were still ten minutes to be the hour. It was the time when the yin energy was the strongest and the yang energy was the weakest, and it was also the time when the soul was the easiest to attract ghosts.

Jiang Fei was holding a peach wood sword, and on a piece of yellow paper on the table, the birth date of the deceased Li Xing was written.

I saw Jiang Fei stepping on the seven stars and walking out seven steps in a row, presenting a gossip pattern, jumping back and forth, and it seemed that he was a great dancer to see the truth.

Jiang Fei was also quite helpless. No matter how he looked at him, he was looking at him by the two audience members below.

The other people in the Zhao family did not tell the story of the soul-summoning incident, otherwise everyone would probably look at him like a giant panda.

"Li Xing, born... died..." Jiang Fei was lying there, reciting Li Fei's birth date and horoscope. Then he waved the peach wood sword, and the yellow talisman automatically burned, and the flames on the peach wood sword were boiling and shining.

Gugugugu!

Jiang Fei pulled the rooster over, twisted his neck, then dripped out the chicken blood, and wiped it on the peach wood sword, saying, "Soul Xi is back, Soul Xi is back, come to see me, Li Xing, Li Xing..."

The sound he heard was a bit like shooting a horror movie, which was terrifying and extremely ethereal.

call!

Before I knew it, a gust of wind blew outside. The surroundings were closed, and the doors and windows were closed tightly. I really couldn't figure out where the wind came from.

When the little wind blew, Zhao Qianrou tightened her body and held her hands together, and her inside was covered with sweat.

Originally, Jiang Fei didn't want Zhao Qianrou to see these things, but this girl insisted on seeing her because of the whereabouts of her family heirloom weapon. She was not very brave at first, and now she was thinking that she would see a ghost later, so there was no reason not to be nervous.

In the room, the candle in front of Jiang Fei also began to become light and dark. There was no light on, only the candle was illuminated. The candle began to sway, and the room was extremely dim.

There were three shadows on the wall, namely Zhao Qianrou, Wen Ruomeng and Jiang Fei, who was dancing the god there, but at this moment, the fourth shadow appeared.
Chapter completed!