My aunt is very good at catching ghosts but she is very silly.

Song Chan's words were worn out by the two policemen, but the other policemen remained indifferent.

Two selfless police officers sat in the interrogation room, listening to his excited denial of what he had done, and both of them sneered.

"In today's society, there are really all kinds of people, pretending to be Taoist priests and breaking into the women's dormitory, you can imagine it." The young policewoman seemed to treat him as a pervert, so she didn't speak to him so politely. "If those four girls have any bad intentions, you will have to pay the price for your actions, do you understand?"

"These are the props you use to disguise your identity, right?" Another middle-aged male police officer threw his satchel on the table.

They have all checked his bag, which is full of talisman papers, compasses, Bagua mirror and peach wood sword.

After a pause, the male police officer said sarcastically again, "I'm quite prepared."

"These are not props. They are real things. They are used to catch ghosts. For example, this one is a peach wood sword, which is an important magic weapon to ward off evil spirits. And this one..." Song Chan explained vividly what he used. The guy who was eating had the handcuffs on his hands making a knocking sound when he placed them on the table.

"That's enough for you." The policewoman couldn't stand hearing it anymore, "Ghost? There are no ghosts in this world. If you really have this ability, bring one to me."

What age are we in now, and we are still so feudal and superstitious.

"You said so much just to cover up the fact that you are suspected of breaking the law." The policewoman said with a cold face.

"You don't believe anything I say, so what can I do? I've already told you that it was because there were unclean things in that dormitory building, that's why I went there." Song Chan raised his two hands in frustration. He swept his hand over his head.

He has never encountered such a difficult thing in his life. This is simply much more difficult than catching ghosts.

What's more, he didn't go to the fourth floor at all at that time, and he didn't know what happened on the fourth floor.

"If you don't believe it, you can go check it out and see if anyone died in that dormitory building before. Now the ghost is very resentful and the whole house is filled with black air. If it is not dealt with, someone will probably die because of it. Life is lost, is this situation what you want to see?"

The female police officer originally wanted to retort, but the male police officer raised his hand and interrupted her. He suddenly asked, "Young man, since you are not a native of Nancheng, do you have any relatives or friends here?"

Song Chan was an orphan and grew up in Longhu Mountain. He was a newbie in this strange city and had no relatives or friends.

"I..." Song Chan was about to say no, but he suddenly remembered that when he came down the mountain, his master once told him that if he encountered any difficulties in Nancheng, he could call his uncle for help.

By the way... he has an uncle who seems to be in Nancheng!

"Yes!! Yes, yes, I have an uncle who happens to be in Nancheng." After saying that, Song Chan reached out to grab his bag, but the male policeman took it away first.

He glanced at Song Chan first, and then took out an antique mobile phone from his bag.

When the policewoman saw this mobile phone, she couldn't help but laugh out loud. Nowadays, the elderly don't use mobile phones anymore. This person is only in his early twenties, but he still uses the old-style buttons from more than ten years ago. cell phone.

Could it be that this is also his prop?

The male policeman held Song Chan's cell phone. He opened the phone book and asked, "What is your uncle's number? What is the name noted for him?"

As soon as he finished speaking, his expression froze for a moment when he saw that there were only two contacts on the page of the phone book.

Only two contacts?

One note is Master, and the other note is Master Uncle.

Just as Song Chan was about to speak, the male policeman raised his hand and interrupted him, "Okay, you don't need to say anything."

After speaking, he controlled the phone and pressed on the contact noted as Uncle Master.

——[Uncle Master, 132xxxx]

The mobile phone made a mechanical announcement sound.

"Hahaha..." The policewoman laughed out loud this time, "This...does anyone really use such an old antique these days? Really or not..."

The corners of the male police officer's mouth twitched slightly, and then he cleared his throat pretending to be calm and reminded, "Be serious, I'm at work!"

The policewoman let out a soft "Oh" and tried hard to hold back her smile.

Song Chan, who was laughed at for some reason, looked at the two policemen in front of him with confusion.

What's wrong? Is there something wrong with his phone?

-

At three o'clock in the middle of the night, Song Chan, who was locked in the detention room and was drowsy, suddenly heard the sound of banging on the iron door, followed by the male policeman's voice, "Song Chan, don't sleep. , you can come out."

"Is this my uncle here?" Song Chan stood up from the ground immediately.

"You'll know when you come out." After the male police officer opened the iron door for him, he took the lead and walked to the front.

A minute later, Song Chan got his wish and saw his uncle, "Uncle, you are finally here! All the flowers I have been waiting for have withered, and I thought I was almost going to eat national food."

In the case-handling hall of the police station, there was a man in his fifties standing in a Mao suit. The man was a little fat, probably because of his religious practice. He exuded a strong aura and was full of energy.

Hearing his voice, the corner of the man's mouth twitched violently.

"You brat, I'll deal with you later." Li Fugui scolded him first, and then looked at the male policeman with a smile on his face, "Comrade, I'm really sorry for causing you trouble."

"No trouble, since it's a misunderstanding, you can take me away." The male policeman looked at Song Chan, he curled his lips, and finally added, "Don't break into other women's dormitories in the middle of the night in the future. Take a look at their children." If the girl scares you, even if something really happens, you can communicate with the school first."

"Okay, I will definitely take this brat back and teach him well to ensure that he will never be stupid again." Li Fugui took Song Chan away from the police station with a smile.

When the young female police officer who participated in the interrogation saw this, she walked up to the male police officer and asked in confusion, "Master, isn't it good to just let him go like this? After all, he broke into the girls' dormitory at night. real."

"Do you know who the person who confessed before leaving was?" the male policeman asked with an inscrutable look on his face.

The policewoman shook her head, "I don't know, I've never seen it."

"That one has a lot of background. He is the vice-president of the Taoist Association. The Taoist Association... is inextricably linked to our national agencies. Many of our unjust and tragic cases were solved through them."

After saying that, the male policeman turned his head to look at his apprentice, then raised his hand and patted her shoulder gently, "You are still young and have only been in the industry for a year. You will understand some things sooner or later."