Death Spell

Chapter 24

"Are you afraid of suffering?" Anya asked after seeing Tang Song's reaction.

Tang Song lowered his eyebrows and nodded.

Anya smiled: "Don't worry, this medicine is not bitter, but also a little sweet, you should try it first." She poured out a bowl and handed it to Tang Song.

sweet?

Chinese medicine will also be sweet?No one would believe a lie to a three-year-old.

Staring at a bowl of something that smelled like traditional Chinese medicine, Tang Song frowned and leaned back slightly.

Anya wasn't surprised by this, but said softly, "Pinch your nose and drink it. The medicine poured out of the jar can't be kept for too long."

Looking at the bowl, and then at Anya's expression, Tang Song had no choice but to reach out to take the medicine bowl, and really took the first sip while pinching his nose.

Only halfway through the drink, Tang Song licked his tongue and lips, and stared at the medicine with a serious and puzzled expression.This scene made Anya shake her head secretly. Fortunately, she is not a man, otherwise she must have mistaken it for some kind of hint.

"It's really not bitter." After Tang Song finished speaking, he drank the whole bowl without pinching his nose, and asked curiously, "Why is it not bitter?"

The reason why Tang and Song were so afraid of traditional Chinese medicine was because she was sick when she was a child, and her mother decocted medicine for her to recuperate her body.As a result... the shadow of traditional Chinese medicine is deeply rooted.

Anya took the empty bowl, put it aside, covered the jar, looked at Tang Song with an inscrutable expression, and said, "This is a unique secret recipe, and it cannot be passed on."

I didn't expect her to come up with this trick again, asking about cup noodles and saying that it is a century-old brand. Sure enough, young people like to create a sense of mystery.

Turning around and returning to the seat, as if thinking of something, he said, "Next time you come, tell me in advance so that I can bring you your clothes."

"Don't be so troublesome, it's just a piece of clothing." After An Ya finished speaking, she asked again: "By the way, do you keep the business card I gave you with you all the time?"

Tang Song shook his head, and responded: "It's been in the drawer all the time. I have to change my clothes every day. It's easy to lose them on my body. What's wrong?"

"I just heard that the suicide rate is high recently?" Anya asked as she pulled out a chair and sat on it.

Tang Song's slender and slender hand held the mouse, stared at the screen and opened the mailbox, looked at more than a dozen unread emails, picked the key to open one, and responded to Anya's question while reading the content, nodded: "Yes. "

"They're all women?" Anya asked seriously.

Tang Song paused for a moment, then turned his gaze to Anya, and asked with a restrained expression, "What did Liu Xin say?"

Anya shook her head, raised her finger and pointed to her eyes.

For the ability of the woman in front of her, she has a certain idea of ​​the ability of the woman who has experienced it once or twice.Although I don't know how to do it, it is definitely not simple. Could it be that this matter is caused by ghosts and gods again?

With white and clean hands crossed on the table, she pursed her lips and asked in a low voice, "Didn't you see something again?"

Anya saw it and knew that this was not what Tang Song wanted to know, but she still nodded with a serious face.

Tang Song: "..."

"Can you tell me, what did these deceased people do before they were alive, and do they have any common hobbies?" Anya asked.

Tang and Song were also puzzled by these questions, and she really wanted to find common ground among the dead, but there really was none.

She raised her eyebrows and looked at the woman in front of her, knowing that she was very powerful, but this was the police's business after all, and Tang Song had her own principles.

"Still investigating, the specifics are not clear yet."

"It's okay, but you must take my business card with you wherever you go, it's very useful." Anya glanced at the time, got up and said, "I still have something to do, so I'm leaving first."

"Well, thank you for your medicine, I will drink it on time." Tang Song said.

"fine."

Seeing off Anya's figure, Tang Song's eyes fell on the medicine jar, and then the corners of his mouth slightly curled up.

It's not bad to be a witch, but to be a Chinese medicine doctor...

Thinking about that business card, I opened the drawer and was about to reach for it when the phone rang, it was Liu Xin.

"Liu Xin, have you got the file?"

"Still copying, is Miss An still there?" Liu Xin asked.

"Are you looking for her?"

The copier buzzed on the phone. Liu Xin thought that Anya was still there, so she whispered, "That's right, I just heard from the police that the first two victims had mentioned it to their family or friends before committing suicide. I saw bloody handprints in the subway. But these were not written in the report, after all, it is easy to cause panic, so I want to ask Ms. An if she will be connected with those things again."

"Subway? Bloody fingerprints?"

What Tang Song had in mind was another matter. Apart from their gender, the four deceased had nothing in common in terms of body shape or age.But according to the family members' confession, one of the deceased had just become a mother and was working hard to earn money for milk powder, so it is impossible for her to commit suicide.There is also one who has just been proposed by her boyfriend, not to mention...

But when Tang and Song carefully inspected each of the dead, there was really no trace of homicide.Unless the murderer can manipulate their minds and make them commit suicide.But if you can't find the purpose and similarity of the murderer, you won't find a breakthrough in the case.

But Liu Xin's words made Tang and Song pay attention to a problem. It was associated with the places where the first three deceased committed suicide. Although they were not uniform, they were not far along the subway line.And the fourth deceased committed suicide directly before the subway arrived... That's why she just applied to return to the scene of the crime to have a look.

Turn on the computer, find the subway map of city S, and ask, "Did you say where you saw it?"

"I heard from the two police officers that it was between Liuguang Road and Fengjian Bridge. Besides, the four deceased happened to commute in this area. Should Miss Tang directly ask Miss Xia'an?" Liu Xin asked cautiously, but he was more expectant in his heart. See you again Anya.

Tang Song's eyes fell on the subway line, thinking that the place where the deceased was found was indeed near this newly opened subway line...

"Sister Tang?" Seeing the silence on the phone, Liu Xin whispered.

"Not long after she left, Liu Xin, I have a new discovery." Tang Song paused for a while, because a message came from the phone, and after reading it, he said: "You just happened to be waiting for me over there. After the subway operation is over at night, I want to go to the subway to have a look.”

"Going to... the subway at night?" Liu Xin swallowed subconsciously.

"Yes, call Team Zhang to join us." Tang Song said and left the office with his bag.

"Sister Tang, then I'll go with Team Zhang. You..." Although Liu Xin didn't know what Tang Song had discovered, he also knew in his heart that the recent suicides were all women.Thinking that if there is a ghost really, or a lecherous ghost who only preys on women, once the beauty of Tang and Song goes, won't she go into the tiger's mouth?

It's just that this sentence was covered by the cries of the family members of the deceased, so Tang Song didn't hear Liu Xin's content.Standing on the spot and staring at the weeping expression of the No.4 family members of the deceased, Tang Song frowned, and said casually: "Just wait over there." After speaking, he hung up the phone.

Liu Xin: "..."

Uncle Wang was driving the car, looking at An Ya in a daze in the rearview mirror from time to time. He was a completely different person before and after. Did he quarrel with Miss Tang?

Concerned: "Miss, what's the matter?"

"It's okay, let's go back to Yayuan first." Anya dragged her chin in a daze.

Uncle Wang nodded, turned a few turns, and drove the car into the parking lot behind Yayuan.

As soon as he stepped into the yard, the phone rang pleasantly, it was Le Wenyao.

After Anya connected, she said, "Wen Yao, what's wrong?"

"Witch, Yan Su is missing." Le Wenyao's voice was so anxious.

Anya was confused when she heard that, she stepped on high heels and walked across the wooden bridge, and confirmed: "What is missing?"

"Yan Su hasn't come back since yesterday. I asked her to go home and help me get a few sets of clothes, but she disappeared. She didn't answer the phone call. She must have been kidnapped by someone, otherwise she wouldn't be so ignorant, witch Quickly help me figure out where she is." Le Wenyao's worried voice was heard even by Uncle Wang who was following behind.

"Yesterday in City S, there was an accident on the way to your house. Does it matter? Did Yan Su say anything in the last contact? If all these are eliminated, give me Yan Su's birth date." Anya returned to the attic and sat down. In the round wooden chair, said lightly.

Uncle Wang went into the water room to make tea.

"She called me at the time because she had an accident and the whole road was blocked. She was afraid of delaying her return, so she told the driver to take the subway and go back to clean up first, and asked the driver to pick her up directly, and then it was gone. track." After Le Wenyao finished speaking, she checked with the driver beside her.

"Subway?" Anya lowered her expression and asked in a cold voice, "Does the subway going to your house pass Liuguang Road and Fengjian Bridge?"

Le Wenyao, who never took the subway, naturally didn't know this question. After thinking about it for a while, she turned to ask the driver. Before Le Wenyao could reply, Anya had already heard the driver's affirmative answer from the phone.

He took out a seemingly old abacus from the drawer and put it on the table.

Uncle Wang, who was holding a teacup from the water room, saw the abacus and thought to himself: I'm afraid Miss Yan is in trouble.

If it was an ordinary matter, Anya would know the world's affairs just by pinching her fingers, but now she needs to use this magical calculation.

It's just that Anya would get sick every time she used up the tea. Uncle Wang was very worried and walked over with the tea.

Anya listened to the sound of the phone with a calm expression, her slender fingers crackling on the abacus.

While putting the teacup away, Uncle Wang put the pen and paper aside.

It's really rare to see a lady so serious, after all, she usually has an attitude of "everything is fate".

Anya recorded three rows of numbers with a pen and paper. After divination, she breathed a sigh of relief looking at the rows of numbers: "She's still alive, she's in the southeast direction, it's..." She raised her eyebrows as she remembered the subway station she just mentioned. Look at Uncle Wang.

Uncle Wang also heard the name of the subway station just now. Seeing that her complexion was already not good, Anya looked at herself, thinking about the route map, and then nodded.

Anya's pale face turned cold again.