Fortune Teller Master

Remember for a second

It is not uncommon for him to be a troublesome brother.

The cold dishes were just placed on the table, and Lin Qingyin guessed that it would take a while to wait for the dishes, so she might as well take advantage of this time to solve the problem.

The old merchant's house is the most traditional second-entry yard. Shang Jinghua lives in the main room in front. Lin Qingyin walked around the front of the main room, and finally stepped on a floor tile in the middle with his foot: Take something. Tilt up this floor tile, dig out what's underneath, and get a brazier by the way.

Shang Jinghua hurried to find something, Fatty Wang tilted the shovel, and the floor tile was easily turned over. Fatty Wang took a shovel and shoveled it on the ground twice: The soil below has been turned over, it's very loose. After saying that, he lifted a shovel to the ground, revealing a red cloth package, Lin Qingyin quickly pointed at Shang Jing Hua said the prepared porcelain pot: Put it directly in the pot.

Although Fatty Wang didn't know what was inside, the stench that faintly emanated from the cloth knew that it wasn't a good thing.

The wind in the first month was strong, and the smell seemed to be stronger when the wind blew. Shang Jinghua covered his nose and asked, Little Master, what should I do with this thing?

Burn it! Lin Qingyin also covered her nose and took two steps back: Do you still have yellow watch paper at home? Bring some over here.

The old man of the merchant passed away less than half a year ago, and the family had prepared a lot of yellow paper incense, and Shang Jinghua took a stack of them. Lin Qingyin unfolded the yellow sheet of paper, took out a rune pen and dipped it in cinnabar to draw a rune. Don't look at Lin Qingyin's only drawing on the top yellow paper. After she handed the rune to Shang Yi, she shook the yellow paper in her hand. Each piece of paper had an identical pattern.

Lin Qingyin didn't ask Fatty Wang to open the red envelope, and threw the yellow paper in his hand, and then the yellow paper in the basin burned, making a crackling sound.

Lin Qingyin asked Fatty Wang to watch the brazier stop the fire going out. She pointed to the right room and asked Shang Jinghua, Where do you live now?

Shang Jinghua nodded: Yes, my old man used to live in the house on the east side. When I moved back, he lived in the house on the west side, and the east side remained unchanged.

Lin Qingyin stood up the collar of her coat: Let's go to the room to the east to have a look.

The main room is usually not locked. Shang Jinghua pushed open the door and invited Lin Qingyin to enter. The house was furnished with a complete set of carved mahogany furniture, which looked very heavy.

Lin Qingyin stood in the hall and looked at it for a while, then suddenly turned her head and asked, Who usually cleans your house?

Shang Jinghua said: When my dad was alive, there was a chef, a driver and two nanny in his forties. Chef Li has been with my dad for more than 20 years, and the two nanny also work in this old house. It's been three or four years, and the house has to be cleaned anyway, so I didn't let them go.

Lin Qingyin snorted: Let's not talk about the chef and the driver for now. You can have a good trial of those two nannies. Lin Qingyin walked to the main chair in the hall and squatted down slightly. Pull out a talisman paper and tear it to shreds.

When Shang Jinghua saw this, the color on his face changed immediately, it was the chair he sat on every day. When he was here with the old man before, he saw the nanny cleaning, not to mention the underside of the chair, even the legs of the chair would be wiped clean. If the nanny couldn't find this when cleaning, he would definitely not believe it.

Holding the talisman paper in her hand, Lin Qingyin pushed open the door to the east again. This is the residence of the old man of Lishang before his death. The furniture inside is exactly the same as before, except that there is a picture of the old man on the table. Fresh flowers, fruits and tributes are placed in front.

Lin Qingyin looked around the room and said, After your father died, your two younger brothers often came to this room, right?

Shang Jinghua nodded: They often come to worship, I can't stop them from doing their filial piety.

Lin Qingyin glanced at Shang Jinghua and said, The thing wrapped in red cloth that we found in the garden and the talisman paper we found in the hall are not the most important thing. The most deadly thing is in this room.

Shang Jinghua looked around the room. He was no stranger to this room. He accompanied the old man in this room for a month, and even slept together at night, but he could not see any changes in this room.

Is there another talisman posted somewhere? said Shang Jinghua, squatting down and taking a look under the bed, it didn't matter, he almost scared his hair up, stumbled back two steps and fell to the ground : There seems to be a person lying under the bed.

The wooden bed that the old man lives in is also old-fashioned. The bed board and the ground are about forty centimeters high. Usually, the sheets hang down halfway to block it.

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