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After a busy day with no results, it was already dark when Yan Junge got home, so he took off his shoes, walked in with his socks on, and sat down on the sofa.

Song Qing popped his head out of the kitchen when he heard the commotion and said with a smile, "I'm back. Thank you for your hard work. The food will be ready soon."

Today she learned how to make simple stir-fries, and she started preparing, shopping for, and cooking in the afternoon. She would definitely be able to prepare a hearty and satisfying dinner.

She had planned to try to make changes starting today. She would no longer force him to do housework or let him have a Western meal.

Yan Junge didn't even raise his head, he just responded and stared at his phone the whole time. Song Qing's expression froze for a moment, but he still controlled it well.

Zhang Yiyan: [Go to the city bureau tomorrow to discuss in detail]

Yan Junge: [Are you back? What time is the flight? 】

Zhang Yiyan probably didn't expect him to ask that, but luckily he just took a photo of the boarding pass.

Yan Junge immediately checked the arrival time online and found that he could pick him up at the airport.

Yan Junge: [It’s raining. I’ll pick you up. It’s not easy to take a taxi at the airport. 】

Yan Junge: [It will probably be early in the morning until the taxi arrives home. 】

Yan Junge: [I’m fine now. It’s close to the airport. 】

Zhang Yiyan: [Sorry to trouble you,]

Yan Junge: [No trouble, no trouble. 】

Yan Junge: [I will be there soon, don’t move when I arrive, just wait for me where you are]

Zhang Yiyan: [Okay]

Yan Junge jumped up from the sofa and put on his coat. He just walked to the entrance and remembered something. He walked to the kitchen door and said, "Song Qing, I have something to go out. You eat first without waiting for me."

Before Song Qing could answer, Yan Junge had already left, and the door slammed shut with a loud bang, knocking the shovel out of Song Qing's hand.

After calming down, he turned off the stove, picked up the shovel, took out the wet paper and wiped the floor, and saw in the trash can the dishes he had failed to make in the afternoon.

A feeling of powerlessness swept through the whole body, and he silently took out the dishes, picked them up with chopsticks, put them into his mouth, chewed them for a few bites, but couldn't taste the food.

"Huh~ It really doesn't taste good. I have to keep working hard tomorrow."

Silently, he put down the dishes and poured the food into the trash can. Then he vented his anger by cleaning the kitchen inside and out, carrying the garbage bag to the stairwell and throwing it into the trash can.

Staring at the garbage bags in the trash can, I couldn't come back to my senses for a long time.

It started to rain in the evening, and rain hit the car windows. However, Yan Junge felt in a good mood. He finally passed through a congested road section and arrived at the airport an hour and a half later.

Looking at the information on the big screen, the time was just right. After waiting for another fifteen minutes, I finally saw Zhang Yiyan.

Thanks to his out-of-this-world temperament and appearance, so many people at the station recognized him at a glance.

"One word." Zhang Yiyan waved his hand, looked at each other, and smiled politely.

"Where's your uncle?"

"Get your luggage."

"Then wait a moment."

Yan Junge looked down at him and said with a slight smile, "Will this exchange go smoothly?"

"smoothly."

He reached out and touched his nose, and said awkwardly, "Are you allowed to bring your mobile phone during the exchange?"

Zhang Yiyan looked up at him and said, "In the mountains, there is basically no signal."

"So that's it, haha, I'm telling you."

Zhang Tianming pushed two suitcases and greeted with a smile, "Excuse me, Captain Yan."

"No trouble, no trouble, let's go and talk while we walk."

The three of them got into the car, and Zhang Yiyan sat in the passenger seat for the first time. Yan Junge glanced at him secretly, raised the corners of his lips, and seemed to be really not angry with him anymore.

Zhang Yiyan flipped through his phone casually and replied to a few messages, "Yan Junge, if you have something to ask me, tell me."

As expected, I couldn't hide it, so I smiled and said, "Actually, I have a lot of questions to ask you, the most important ones are about my sister Yan Junxiao."

"When we met a few days ago, my sister said that you saved my little niece."

Zhang Yiyan thought for a while, nodded, and said with a happy expression, "The rescue was not in vain. She paid me 300 million, 100 million per person, and I didn't lose."

",,,my sister didn't say this, haha."

Zhang Yiyan glanced at him lightly and said, "Don't worry, they are just some charlatans and sorcerers who are out of character. I have already taught them a lesson."

"Warlock?"

"That is, a charlatan with some small magic."

",,,"

After a moment of silence, Yan Junge suddenly said nervously, "So the Feng Zhi I saw before was a real ghost?"

"Are you afraid of ghosts?"

",,,No, afraid."

Zhang Yiyan and Zhang Tianming looked at each other in the rearview mirror. The latter smiled helplessly and let him go.

"Feng Zhi lost his soul during the beating. One soul followed the body, and the other parts were attached to the badge. It was something he cherished."

"So when we first met, he was stupid and couldn't explain things." Yan Junge suddenly wanted to understand this.

"Correct."

After thinking for a while, Yan Junge added, "So you found the body based on the connection between the souls."

Nodding in approval, "You are quite smart."

"Hey, so-so."

Zhang Yiyan smiled and waited for him to continue asking questions.

"Then how did you determine that Wang Ling was the murderer and Han Wei was pretending to be Duan Hui?"

This question has been lingering in Yan Junge's mind for too long, and he would choke to death if he didn't ask it.

In the silence, Zhang Yiyan nodded slightly when he saw Zhang Tianming's eyes telling him not to say more.

Thinking about the words before speaking, "No matter what people do, they will leave traces, sometimes on the palm, sometimes on the face."

"The two of them have done bad things, so there will naturally be changes."

"I have also learned to read fortune tellers. For example, for you, if the red luan star moves, it means you are thinking of getting married."

"but,"

Yan Junge suddenly became nervous, "But what? You can say whatever you want, I will never be angry."

After receiving the assurance, Zhang Yiyan spoke leisurely, "In the Palace of Couples, Ji Li is weak. You two are not in a good relationship. She is thinking about how to break up with you."

He counted a few times with his fingers and turned his head to look at Yan Junge's face. Surprisingly, he couldn't figure out who his perfect match was.

Yan Junge tightened his grip on the steering wheel and suppressed his bad temper. He had promised not to be angry, but what he said was too much. Song Qing was on good terms with him, so how could he break up with her?

Although the last meeting with my family was not very pleasant, it wouldn't be to the point of breaking up.

After taking a few deep breaths, he decided to change the subject, "In a word, Railroad Boy, how did you find the body last time? It was broad daylight at that time, so it couldn't be a ghost showing the way."

When this case was mentioned, Zhang Yiyan's expression turned cold and he felt sorry for the two children, "Not all ghosts are afraid of the sun. When they reach a certain level, they can also walk in the sun."

"Although the child is dead, he has accompanied his parents as a ghost for 14 years. His resentment has long since disappeared."

"But when he saw his younger brother being killed, his resentment surged, and when his brother's body was crushed, his resentment reached its peak."

"When the murderer is brought to justice, he can leave with peace of mind."

Yan Junge nodded clearly, "You can feel resentment and see ghosts. Are you a Taoist priest?"

",,,Roughly the same."

"No wonder."

"Well, in a word, have you ever made a mistake? For example, looking at faces."

He curled his lips and smiled, "No."

",,,"