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"Drink... drink it?"

Viscount Shani couldn't believe the words he heard, so he asked again.

"You heard me right, let her drink this."

Mi Zao didn't want to explain further, "Go and see if the police station released her. If she comes out, call her here."

Viscount Shani walked out with a confused face.

After his figure completely disappeared, Sherlock spoke with a difficult voice, "Did you just... put his life on this piece of paper?"

"Yes." Mi Zao nodded, "Use a spell to fix the 'fate', the paper is just a carrier. Then light the paper, let the other party drink it, and the life span will be on the other party. You can think of this as a silly ceremony, But only through this ceremony can the lifespan be transferred normally. As for why you have to drink it, I can only tell you that it is painful to swallow the talisman paper forcibly, but drinking the talisman water is not so unbearable in comparison."

Sherlock: ...

"So, this is true." Sherlock muttered to himself, "It's clearly not in line with science, why do you speak so righteously. People who insist on science, how can they believe in these strange powers?"

"To be precise, this is also part of philosophy. Time is also fate. It's all philosophy, it depends on how you look at it."

Mi Zao plausibly said, "Strictly speaking, this technique belongs to Taoism, which is a more 'evil' part. Think about it, if people with malicious intentions know this technique and help those criminals, what will happen? So, this kind of All spells have a teacher's inheritance, even if there is a teacher's inheritance, the user has to bear the cause and effect. Oh, I forgot that you don't understand religious philosophy at all, sorry."

Sherlock rolled his eyes: "Heretics, goldfish brains."

"Yeah, I'm also very surprised that such a powerful detective still needs my goldfish brain."

Mi Zao replied unceremoniously.

"With a piece of paper, a pen, and a few sticks of incense, one person's lifespan can be given to another person. It's a fantasy."

Sherlock was aggressive, "What is the principle of compliance? Even if it is a spell, it must follow the objective law of biological development. This is completely contrary to the law of biological growth."

"Oh, like you said, the talisman water I gave your brother last time made him get rid of the troubles of hairline and belly immediately, wouldn't he want to go to heaven?"

Sherlock: Damn it!Why keep mentioning that fat man!

"Fushui is time-sensitive. Strictly speaking, it just covers up the appearance of creatures in society. But the meaning of changing lifespan is completely different. If you can do this, the Nobel Prize in Biology will definitely be awarded next year." is yours."

Sherlock speaks plausibly.

"Like what you said, many Taoist priests in Taoist temples can win this award—and we have to add some warlocks among our people. It's just that everyone is not interested in this award, and they don't want to expose their abilities."

Mi Zao said, "There are many strange people and strange things in Greater China, and it is not uncommon to change their lives. It is not difficult to understand if you look at this issue with a macro philosophy. Why do you show a look of surprise? Mr. Mr. Sherlock?"

Sherlock: ...

I'd love to give you a middle finger.

"I thought that after you saw the God of Incense, you wouldn't be surprised by the ways of life. I didn't expect that just such a small matter of changing your life would blow your hair out."

Mi Zao complained.

"Fried hair is used on animals, don't describe the object indiscriminately, Miss Mi Zao."

Sherlock reminded, "Also, the god of incense and changing one's life are two different things. The god of incense and fire in your eyes is just a ghost, but the magnetic field is different from a ghost. But if something like lifespan can be changed, then it will be the first thing in human history. Big deal. If a lot of people can do it, what are biologists doing? Genetics are a joke."

"Because although many people know this, there are not many people who are really willing to change it for others."

Mi Zao smiled, "Do you know why?"

"why?"

"I said that those who change people's lives have to bear the karma. This karma is not a joke. Few believers are willing to bear the consequences, so there are not many people who really change people's lives. You will ask, why am I willing to do so?" Doing this, the answer is simple, because I don't believe."

Mi Zao spread her hands, looking helpless.

Sherlock: ...

"Then why don't you use surgery to heal yourself? You don't even need surgery."

Sherlock said angrily.

"According to your reasoning, why would a Taoist still play with his mobile phone? After a thousand miles of sound transmission, the phone bill will be saved."

Mi Zao replies.

Sherlock: I don't believe I can't beat you!

The two pulled the banners of "Religious Philosophy" and "Biology" and fired at each other. Viscount Shani led Christine and pushed the door open.

Viscount Shani and Christine who saw the two talking: ...

Uh, are we here at the wrong time?

Ah, what are they talking about?

Looking at the bewildered Viscount Shani and little friend Christine, Mi Zao coughed lightly, shrugged her shoulders, and showed her swan arms.

She smiled and said to the two, "It was just a hallucination."

Sherlock: ...

No matter how you look at it, it is a baboon waving its arms.

"Oh." Viscount Shani understood this sentence, and quickly answered: "Let's start."

"Bring a bowl of water."

Like a queen, Mi Zao put on an air of pointing the country.

Viscount Shani poured a bowl of cold boiled water over. Mi Zao took out a lighter from under the pillow, lit the talisman he had drawn just now, and melted it into the water. A bowl of fragrant - sesame paste!

"what is this?"

Christine looked at the bowl and asked hard.

"Take a spoon and taste it and you'll know."

Mi Zao kindly reminded.

Christine looked at Viscount Shani, took a deep breath, picked up a spoon, scooped up a little bit of sesame paste, and put it in her mouth. Immediately, her eyes lit up!

"Drink well!"

Christine abandoned the ladylike way of making pies, and scooped up a bowl of sesame paste with a few big spoons, leaving her teeth and lips blackened.

Just like that, she still licked the corners of her mouth unsatisfied: "It's so delicious! Is there any more?"

Viscount Shani: ...

It feels like the image of an angel is disillusioned.woo woo woo.

Mi Zao looked like an old god, "No more. I want to eat some sesame powder and add some sugar. Viscount Shani, I have fulfilled your request for you. Then let's talk about it next. Rewards."

Viscount Shani put away his joking thoughts, "Okay, Miss Mi Zao."

Two days later

"Oh, not even a normal car! Damn it!"

Sherlock, who was almost insane from being jolted by the carriage, complained.

"You should be glad we didn't take the No. [-] bus."

Mi Zao flipped through the book in his hand and said bluntly.

"At least you don't have to suffer when you walk with your legs!"

Sherlock took out a gun from his coat, stretched his hand out of the car window, and fired without hesitation. With a bang, a crow fell out, and the coachman cursed in fright: "What are you doing! Sit down!" ! Don't go crazy!"

Mi Zao laughed loudly, "Look at you, how scared you are with a random shot, haha."

Sherlock said angrily: "Boring, boring! Without a case, I'm going crazy!"

"Isn't it right here?" Mi Zao took out the newspaper in the book, and read the headline: "Miss Bingley died in a small town in the countryside, was she murdered or trapped by love?"

"Boring." Sherlock said with a muffled voice as he stuck the book on his head.

Mi Zao glanced at him, then read:

"According to Miss Bingley's neighbor, Miss Mi Zao from China, Miss Bingley was playing the piano before she died, and while she was playing, she suddenly became short of breath, then she coughed loudly, and she asked for water to quench her thirst. , her servant poured her a glass of water, and after drinking the glass of water, Miss Bingley continued to play the piano. At this time, Miss Mi Zao's friend, Miss Fang Fang thought the room was too stuffy, and Miss Mi Zao followed her We went out together. When they came back into the house, Miss Bingley was lying on her stomach on the keys, and had stopped breathing."

At some point, Sherlock took down the book, staring at Mi Zao's eyes:

"You in this world are very interesting."

"You girl, so beautiful."

Mi Zao's finger pointed at the pinyin name of Mi Zao marked on the newspaper, adding emphasis to the word "beautiful".

"The police have been involved in this case and there has been no result so far."

After reading the news, Mi Zao closed the newspaper.

"It's a ghost if there is a result. How can a bunch of goldfish that lowered the average IQ of the UK compare with a baboon in goldfish skin."

Sherlock complained relentlessly.

"We have to hurry over there." Mi Zao ignored his taunts, used a spell to open the space, took out a few guns, put one into his clothes, tied one to his arms, and two to his legs.

Seeing Mi Zao's busy movements, Sherlock raised his eyebrows, but said nothing.

An hour later the carriage reached Meryton, where Miss Bingley died.

It's not a huge crowd, but the people watching the excitement surrounded the small manor with three floors inside and three floors outside.

Seeing this situation, Sherlock fired a few shots into the sky without hesitation.He ignored the screaming women and children, and strode into the manor gate with Mi Zao.

Facing the suspicious eyes of the police, Mi Zao said: "We are friends of Mr. Bingley, distant cousin of Mr. Darcy, and friends of Viscount Shani. We are entrusted by him to find out the truth."

After speaking, she took out the letter signed and sealed by Viscount Shani from her bosom, and handed it to the policeman.

That's right, one of the conditions that Viscount Shani agreed to Mi Zao was to provide her and Sherlock with unlimited cases.Originally, Viscount Shani felt a headache about this matter, but he did not expect a letter from his friend Darcy to make him suddenly cheerful——

Aha, Bentley's sister is dead!

wait, what?Bentley's sister died? !

The situation changed from the relief of Viscount Shani to him begging the two for help in solving the case.

He arranged the carriage and supplies for the two of them, stuffed a lot of money, and asked them to find out the truth.

Alas, because of this incident, the engagement of Viscount Shani and Christine had to be postponed.

Mi Zao adapts well to this kind of romance novel that turns into detective reasoning bloody novel in seconds, but the Bennett family, the protagonists of "Pride and Prejudice", obviously don't think so.

Because of Miss Bingley's death, Mr. Bingley had no intention of getting married. He knelt in front of his sister's coffin in the hall and wept bitterly, and the police couldn't pull him away.Mr. Darcy's face was serious, but it was not difficult to see his seriousness from the frown.

"Where are the family members of the deceased?"

Hearing this familiar voice, Mr. Darcy raised his head, and what he saw was a woman who was both familiar and strange.

"Miss Mi?"

Mi Zao glanced in surprise at this coquettish man exuding male hormones, but with an abstinent appearance, "My surname is indeed Mi, but I'm afraid I'm not the same Miss Mi as you know."

The author has something to say:

The original work has been changed to ashes by me long ago.That's right, this is a sci-fi story dressed in gothic skin, non-mainstream, with a very strange style of painting.

Don't be careless to comment and collect for me, there is also nutrient solution.

Come and guess who the murderer is, and if you guess right, you will get a red envelope.

It has been clearly written in the text.

Thank you to the little angels who cared about my illness yesterday, one of them.Fever is really debilitating.