Things that solve crimes

"Fang Dayan and He Hua are being tried now." Xiao Qun pouted.

At this time, two pictures were displayed on the monitoring screen, one half showing Fang Dayan's picture, and the other half showing He Hua's picture.

In the interrogation room, Fang Dayan sat on a chair. Seeing that no one had come for a long time, she became more and more anxious.

She was just an ordinary person, and she had done something wrong, so she naturally felt guilty when she entered the police station.

After the anxiety on Fang Dayan's face became more and more obvious, two interrogators, one fat and one thin, came in.

The two interrogators sat down and conducted routine questioning. The fat detective asked, "Do you know why you were called here?"

Fang Dayan recalled what she had done. She shuddered and said in a trembling voice, "No... I don't know."

"Did you abandon all your daughters before? Do you know that this is illegal?" asked the fat detective. He did not get straight to the point, but approached the issue from another angle.

Speaking of this, Fang Dayan became more confident, "She is my daughter, how I deal with her is my business."

"Okay, what about your granddaughter? Can you still deal with her?" the fat detective asked again. Fang Dayan is just an ordinary person and is not very vigilant. If you continue asking, you will often get surprises.

Fang Dayan immediately shouted, "Of course I can handle it."

"So what did you do?" A cold light flashed in the fat detective's eyes, and his expression became much more serious.

Fang Dayan was startled by the sudden change in the criminal police's expression. After listening to the criminal police's questions, she hesitated and said, "What punishment...what punishment? No...no punishment."

The fat detective chuckled, "Why do you think we arrested you? Of course, because we know something."

Fang Dayan's heart skipped a beat after hearing this. Seeing the detective's confident look, she whispered, "If Wang Nannan stays in my house, I won't have a grandson, so I gave her away."

"Who did you send it to?" the thin detective asked as he wrote.

Fang Dayan said, "Fox Fairy Lady."

The fat detective and the thin detective looked at each other. The person they sent was a little special.

"Tell me, what's going on." The thin detective said again.

"I have never had a grandson. The messenger of the Fox Fairy said that Wang Nannan was the one who brought bad luck to my grandson. As long as she is around, my grandson cannot be born."

"The messenger told me to give Wang Nannan to the Fox Fairy to be a maiden. This way my grandson can be born smoothly and Wang Nannan will also have a good place to go."

The more Fang Dayan talked about it, the more she felt that she had done nothing wrong. Wang Nannan had brought bad luck to her grandson. If the messenger had not spoken, she would have gotten rid of Wang Nannan.

Now that Wang Nannan can serve the Fox Fairy, it is a great blessing, and Wang Nannan has to thank her.

Seeing Fang Dayan's expression of "I am not wrong", the fat detective laughed angrily, "You still think you are right."

Then he asked, "Have you joined the Fox Fairy Cult?"

Fang Dayan raised her head and said, "Of course."

"Where is the Fox Fairy Cult?" the fat detective asked.

Fang Dayan hesitated for a moment, and the thin detective shouted, "Speak."

She shuddered and stammered, "No. 3...312, Xiang...Xiangnan Road."

"How many people are there in the Fox Fairy Sect? What does the messenger look like?" asked the fat detective with a cold expression.

Fang Dayan shrank her neck and said, "I have only seen the left and right messengers. They are two women, both around 30 years old, and they are pretty good looking. They always come to see me."

"How did you two know each other?" the fat detective asked again.

Speaking of this, Fang Dayan became excited. "Let me tell you, these two messengers are amazing. They figured out everything about me the first time we met."

They both shook their heads. Now that they knew everything they wanted to know, they ended the interrogation, packed up their papers and pens, and walked out of the room.

After closing the door, the thin detective couldn't help but say, "What era is this? There are still such things as cults."

The fat detective patted him on the shoulder and said, "Not surprising." A dozen years ago, there were still sorcerers and fortune-tellers.