Super Fortune Teller

When Liu Cheng heard the words "old classmate", his eyes lit up and he quickly asked, "Does this kid know Zhao Yahui?"

When Zhao Ji said this, his expression was also a little sad, "Hey, don't mention it, it's more than a acquaintance. This kid is about the same age as my girl. Because I have a good relationship with my old classmate, so they have a good relationship since childhood !"

Liu Cheng nodded, "When did this child have a car accident?"

"In early July, I remember that it was not long before Yahui came home from the summer vacation," Zhao Ji said, "The kid Xiao Wang is very good, but his life is not good, hey, what a pity, Ya Hui was crying A tearful person!"

Liu Cheng had a faint guess in his heart, and then said: "Director Zhao, is it convenient for us to take us to your girl's room?"

Zhao Ji nodded hurriedly, "Convenient and convenient. In order to find her, I pried her door open long ago!

After that, he took Liu Cheng and Tang Siwen into a house next to the study.

The temperature in this room is colder than outside. Although it is not bitter, it will be a little uncomfortable to stand for a long time.

Tang Siwen shuddered shortly after entering, and Zhao Ji next to him said, "Hey, this room does not depend on the sun. Recently, it has cooled down. It is a bit cold. Miss Tang, should I bring you a dress?"

"No trouble, I'll wait for you on the outside balcony, just to get some sun!" Tang Siwen couldn't stand the temperature inside, smiled at Liu Cheng and Zhao Ji, and then went out for a hundred years.

Liu Cheng nodded, ignoring Tang Siwen, but began to circle in the room. He walked three times before stopping.

Suddenly, he pointed to the desk and asked, "Director Zhao, what is in this drawer?"

The drawer originally seemed to be locked, but it has been smashed open.

"Here are some letter paper. Some time ago, in order to find clues, I rummaged through her room, but I could not find any valuable clues, hey!" Zhao Ji said.

Before he finished speaking, Liu Cheng asked, "Where do you believe it? Where is it now, show me!"

Zhao Ji was taken aback, opened the drawer, took out a large envelope from the inside, handed it to Liu Cheng, and said, "It's all here, but it's weird!"

"What's weird?" Liu Chenggang took the big envelope and suddenly his expression changed slightly.

"I have turned over every piece of letter paper in it, but there is not a single word!" Zhao Ji said embarrassedly.

A large envelope contains about thirty or forty pieces of letter paper, but each one is blank and there is not a single handwriting.

And the strangest thing is that every piece of letter paper is wrinkled, and it doesn't look like new paper, as if it has been used many times.

Liu Cheng opened the letter papers, and they were empty and full of wrinkles, and most of the doubts in his heart were immediately resolved.

"Master Liu, is there a problem with these letter papers!" Zhao Ji quickly asked when Liu Cheng's expression became serious.

Liu Cheng just nodded, did not speak, took the dozens of letter paper, swept around the house, and walked straight outside.

Zhao Ji didn't know what he meant, so he quickly followed out.

When he walked to the living room, Liu Cheng put a blank letter paper on the coffee table. At this time, Tang Siwen also came over, and Zhao Ji also came out.

"What is this?" Tang Siwen looked at the letter paper.

"What do you think this looks like?" Liu Cheng asked, raising his head.

Tang Siwen stared at the blank letter paper for a long time, "This is like letter paper someone has used, but there is no word on it, it's weird!"

"Haha, yes, this is the used stationery, or it is just a letter, but you can't see what is written on it!" Liu Cheng said with a smile.

Zhao Ji and Tang Siwen couldn't help being stunned when they heard the latter sentence.

Can't we see?

What does it mean?

Liu Cheng saw the doubt in their eyes and continued: "Miss Tang just said that there is a problem. This has been used, but not by anyone!"

"Not by someone..." Tang Siwen's small face turned pale suddenly, "Could there be ghosts?"

"Yes, it's a ghost!" Liu Cheng said solemnly, the solemn expression in his eyes is even rarer.

Tang Siwen trembled, she was a girl, and she was still a little scared when she heard such things as ghosts.

Zhao Ji was a little calmer, but also a little panicked, "What does Master Liu mean?"

"You know this ghost too!" Liu Cheng said, looking at Zhao Ji.

Zhao Ji's eyes widened suddenly, "Did Master Liu say that?"

"Come on, I will let you see what these letters are written on!" Liu Cheng waved to Zhao Ji and Tang Siwen, and they approached.

Seeing Liu Chengbing tapped their eyes separately, the two felt nothing unusual.

"Look!" Liu Cheng said.

Zhao Ji and Tang Siwen were taken aback, then when they went to read those letters, they almost fell in shock.

I saw that the originally empty letter paper was suddenly densely filled with handwriting.

The handwriting is not neat, but the writing is obviously very authentic, and the font frame is large, obviously from a boy's handwriting.

"Could it be that Xiao Wang wrote this to Yahui?" Zhao Ji was taken aback, seeing the end of the first letter, the signature was exactly...

Wang Bin!

The son of his old classmate died in a car accident in early July.

But the date below the signature is...

July 14th!

Zhao Ji remembered very clearly that Wang Bin had a car accident in early August, just a few days after his daughter came home from summer vacation, and it would never exceed the 14th.

But this letter was signed on the 14th!

He scanned several letters one after another, and the date of signature was later than one.

July 15...

July 19...

July 20...

July 23...

July 1...

August 4th...

There is a letter almost every few days, and the last letter is August 27th.

The day when Zhao Yahui returned to school after the summer vacation...

In other words, after that day, no such letter was sent home.

These letters stopped abruptly as soon as the daughter returned to school.

Tang Siwen also followed this letter with a shocked and puzzled face.

She looked at Liu Cheng, "Didn't it mean that Wang Bin had a car accident in early July? How come there are so many letters?"

Liu Cheng asked with a smile, "What do you mean? Wang Bin's funeral must have been with Director Zhao, right?"

Zhao Jihun nodded unwillingly, and continued to look at the letters.

The content of each letter is not long, just a few hundred words.

But Zhao Ji looked carefully, lest he miss any clues.

During this time, he rummaged almost every corner of his daughter’s room, hoping to find something related to the father of the child in her womb.

Unexpectedly, the most direct and important things are always in the room, but he can't see it!

Zhao Ji trembled his hands and looked at it carefully, but the contents above shocked him even more!

Especially the last letter...

"Yahui, today is your first day of pregnancy, you must take care of our baby!"

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