51 051 (7.3 Update)

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When Jiang Chuxu arrived at the Municipal Bureau, Wang Chao and the "Black Market Old Nine" who sold the red cloth bag to Wang Chao had not been sent over yet, so she went directly to watch the interrogation of those men in black suits.

Because they knew Jiang Chuxu was coming, their colleagues in the department delayed the interrogation for half an hour, and Jiang Chuxu just arrived in time.

The lights in the city police interrogation room were so white that they were dazzling.

Jiang Chuxu held Xiao Hei in his arms and leaned against the wall beside the door without sitting down.

She was tall and straight, and her presence was so strong that the young police officer in charge of recording subconsciously shrank his neck.

The presiding judge was a veteran from the special department, his surname was Zhou. He had gray hair but eyes as sharp as an eagle.

The first ones to be interrogated were naturally the leaders in black suits. After being here for a few days, his face looked extremely haggard due to the high mental pressure, his eye sockets were sunken, and his lips were chapped and peeling. He no longer had the viciousness he had when he blocked people at the villa.

Officer Zhou didn't waste any time and directly pushed a few photos in front of the man in the black suit.

The photo shows the red cloth bag confiscated from under Jin Yaqiong's mattress and from Wang Chao's hand. It is taken very clearly, even the crooked stitches and suspicious dark brown stains on it are clearly visible.

"Do you know him?" Officer Zhou's voice was not loud, but it carried a strong sense of oppression.

The man in the black suit's eyelids twitched suddenly, his gaze glued to the photo, and he let out two dry gasps from his throat.

He subconsciously tried to shrink back, but the handcuffs and the chair restricted his movements.

He suddenly thought of the ghosts that had been scaring him these past few days. He knew they must have been created by the special department. However, the police were forbidden from asking leading questions and using torture to extract confessions. The special department was not subject to these restrictions when dealing with people who had been found to have used ghosts to commit crimes.

The man in the black suit raised his eyes, first looking at the police officer last week, then his eyes turned around in panic and met the emotionless black eyes of Jiang Chuxu at the door.

And there was the black cat in her arms. The cat half-closed its eyes lazily, and the tip of its tail twitched lightly from time to time, but the man in the black suit felt that the cat was also looking at him.

He no longer wanted to recruit Jiang Chuxu into the K organization. He doubted whether he could survive if he was frightened for a few more days.

The man in the black suit was very sure that he and several other team members were just cannon fodder, mainly to test Jiang Chuxu's attitude and strength, otherwise the ghosts raised by the K organization could at least rescue him.

"I know him." The man in the black suit practically shouted, his voice hoarse and broken. "It's from our organization! But it's from a long time ago, and it was eliminated long ago."

The man in the black suit took another closer look, then shook his head and said, "No, this one should be new. Usually, the organization will use this when they are targeting someone."

He was talking about the red cloth bag placed with Jin Yaqiong, which means that Jin Yaqiong was being targeted?

The other one from Wang Chao has been eliminated, but that doesn’t mean it is completely unusable.

There are some members in the organization who are neither up nor down. When they are short of money, they will secretly sell some discarded products to make some extra money. The boss of the organization knows about it, but he doesn't care.

Officer Zhou exchanged glances with the young officer next to him. This matched the clues previously confessed by Zhao Mingli and Wang Chao. Zhao Mingli was approached by someone from the K organization, while Wang Chao bought it himself.

"Targeted?" Jiang Chuxu spoke, his voice flat, but still exciting enough to make the man in the black suit tremble. "Jin Yaqiong, just an ordinary girl. What's your organization targeting her for? Just because she was born on an unlucky day, a lucky year, and a lucky hour?"

The ghosts that were previously targeted by the K organization and arranged for ghost marriages had heavy resentment, so after feeling that something was wrong with this matter, Jiang Chuxu asked about Jin Yaqiong's date of birth. It was a yin year, yin month, yin day and yin hour, but this could not be used as a criterion for judgment.

She took Xiao Hei half a step forward and stood in a brighter place. There was no expression on her face, but the invisible sense of oppression instantly lowered the pressure in the interrogation room a few degrees.

The man in the black suit's face flushed red and his lips trembled.

He was considered to be on the periphery and knew only a limited amount, but in order to survive, he tried hard to search for the fragmentary information in his mind.

"I've heard before that they say the Four Yin Fates are just the basics." The man in the black suit stammered.

He was not responsible for Jin Yaqiong's case. They were responsible for different tasks and did not share information, so he could only talk about the general selection criteria. As for more specific ones, he didn't know.

"What are you looking at?" Officer Zhou asked, his eyes sharp.

"Generally speaking, I'll look at other things," the man in the black suit said, his eyes flickering, as if he was trying hard to recall the few words he had occasionally heard.

"For example, it also depends on whether you're likely to run into something unclean, or if you have particularly strong resentment..."

The more he spoke, the less certain he became, and his voice became lower and lower. These standards were too vague, and he couldn't clearly explain the specific screening mechanism. He could only describe the general direction based on his impression.

"I don't know exactly how to find them. It's all decided by the more core people above, or the masters. People like us who run errands are only responsible for following orders and doing the work."

Are you prone to encountering evil spirits? Do you harbor deep resentment?

Jiang Chuxu's eyes sharpened a little. This explained some of the doubts.

Jin Yaqiong's four yin constitution easily attracts ghosts. If she harbors a huge resentment, then the possibility of her soul turning into a fierce ghost after death is extremely high, and the quality will be better.

In fact, if you want Jin Yaqiong to have more resentment after her death, just let her know that everything she did was because of Zhao Mingli who was harassing her. Then her hatred for Zhao Mingli would be enough to make her become a ghost.

The two turtles in the red cloth bag were meant to stimulate this resentment and accelerate Jin Yaqiong's collapse and death.

The clues quickly connected in Jiang Chuxu's mind.

She didn't ask any more questions. Her gaze fell back on the man in the black suit and she asked the question she wanted to know most: "Did you also organize the murder of Mr. Jiang and his wife at Chengyuan Group?"

The man in the black suit felt his whole body go numb when she looked at him. His teeth chattered and his voice trembled: "This was done by the organization, but I'm just an outsider. I really don't know who carried it out or how it was carried out."

"Where are the souls of the Jiang family?" Jiang Chuxu asked, his voice fast and cold.

"Soul?" The man in the black suit was stunned for a moment, and then as if he remembered something extremely terrifying, his pupils suddenly contracted and the blood drained away from his face.

"No, the organization didn't get any. The boss got furious and dealt with many people."

The man in the black suit's teeth were chattering when he said this. If many people who were organized to carry out this mission had not been dealt with, he might not have known about this matter.

He just heard from some old employees that it seemed that the souls of the Jiang family members disappeared as soon as they appeared, and then no one knew what happened. The people who went to carry out the mission seemed to have forgotten a small part of what happened in between.

The boss was worried that someone from the Xuanmen had done something and was afraid of being exposed. In the end, he not only moved the organization's base, but also accelerated the training of some ghosts to prevent retaliation.

The man in the black suit spoke incoherently, and by the end he was curled up in his chair, shaking uncontrollably.

Jiang Chuxu breathed a sigh of relief. The clue seemed to be broken, but the souls of the original owner's family were not in the hands of the K organization. This was the best news.

Jiang Chuxu no longer looked at the frightened man in the black suit. He turned around and walked out with Xiao Hei in his arms, his steps brisk and decisive.

Her figure disappeared outside the interrogation room. She walked straight to the elevator. Her cell phone vibrated. It was a message from Ding Yucheng.

[Ding Yucheng]: Comrade Jiang, Black Market Lao Jiu and Wang Chao have been escorted to the Municipal Bureau. The red cloth bag has also arrived. Zhao Mingli and his friends have also sorted it out. Your inference is consistent. Su Wan suffered skin injuries and shock. She is receiving psychological treatment at the department's medical center.

Jiang Chuxu's fingertips quickly tapped in reply.

[Jiang Chuxu]: Got it. Let them separate. I'll be there right away. Send me an electronic copy of the confession.

There may be some hidden clues in the confessions of Zhao Mingli and his friends.

The elevator door opened and she walked in and pressed the first floor button.

When we reached the first floor, we were greeted by the noise of the hall.

Jiang Chuxu held Xiao Hei in his arms and walked through the crowd expressionlessly towards the detention area.

A middle-aged man wearing a flowered shirt and a big gold chain, with a greasy and panic-stricken face, and a young student with a pale face, huddled in a corner and trembling, were taken to the doors of adjacent inquiry rooms respectively.

Wang Chao already knew that it was Jiang Chuxu who caused him to be attacked by the little ghost. When he saw Jiang Chuxu and Xiao Hei, he screamed and wanted to retreat, but was held down by other team members in the department.

Jiang Chuxu's eyes fell on Lao Jiu, who was pretending to be calm, and then he said to the interrogator beside him: "Let's ask that black market Lao Jiu first."

Jiang Chuxu held Xiao Hei in his arms and did not stay in the detention area. He walked straight to the observation room next door.

Behind the one-way glass, the scene in the interrogation room is clearly visible.

The person in charge of interrogating the black market boss Liu Laojiu was a sturdy middle-aged police officer from the special department, whose surname was Li.

Liu Laojiu sat on the chair, rubbing his hands, looking around, with sweat on his forehead. He tried hard to force a smile, but it made him look even stiffer.

Officer Li didn't waste any words and pushed the photo of Wang Chao's red cloth bag in front of Liu Laojiu: "Did you sell this to that student?"

Liu Laojiu glanced at the photo, then quickly looked away, laughing dryly: "Hehe, officer, look at what this has caused. I'm just dealing in small things to make a living, I didn't know that thing was so weird! That student looked quite honest, who knew he would buy it to do this..."

He spread his hands with an innocent look of "I am a victim too", and was just about to slap his thigh to protest his injustice. He acted the role of a slick, mercenary scoundrel to perfection.

"Where did you come from?" Officer Li's voice was steady, with an air of determination that would not tolerate any deception.

"I collected it." Liu Laojiu leaned back slightly, trying to regain the posture of a "veteran in the world".

"Outside the Old Cultural Market in the west of the city, it happened over a month ago! A man, he looked...tsk, the kind you wouldn't find in a crowd of people. He was dressed okay, and spoke elegantly with a slight southern accent. He said he had some antiques, and his family needed money urgently, so he couldn't come in person. He asked if I would buy them, and if the price was right, I did! One hand for the goods, one hand for the money, and we were done!"

He spoke faster, appearing very frank, and finally emphasized, "In our line of work, there are rules. We don't ask about origins or backgrounds. We just want to be clean!"

In the observation room, the tip of Xiao Hei's tail, which was originally lazily resting on Jiang Chuxu's arm, paused almost imperceptibly.

Jiang Chuxu's gaze remained calm, falling on Liu Laojiu's face, which was trying hard to act like a rogue.

"Rules?" Officer Li twitched his lips and pointed at the photo. "When you received this thing, they didn't tell you anything special, like how to use it or where to put it for the best effect."

The muscles on Liu Laojiu's face twitched, and his greasy smile froze for a moment. His hands under the table curled up subconsciously, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down nervously.

"Oh my goodness, officer!" He cried out exaggeratedly, trying to use a louder voice to cover up the panic of the moment.

"What could he say? He just said it was an old item, kept in the house for good luck and to bring in wealth. I didn't understand all that nonsense, so I just read out what I said to the buyer. Who knew it wouldn't bring in wealth but instead brought disaster? I'm so wronged!"

He slammed the table, spitting almost out of his mouth, and he was a master at putting the blame on others.

Last time the man in black suit was silent, but this time Liu Laojiu is slick and very good at dealing with interrogation. No wonder the man in black suit is still just a peripheral figure. This Liu Laojiu should be doing pretty well.

Liu Laojiu certainly wouldn't get any clues here, so Jiang Chuxu turned around and went to the observation room next door, where they were watching Wang Chao's interrogation.

Wang Chao is just a student and obviously does not have such strong psychological qualities.

He shook his head and said, "I just heard about the ghost-raising business, and then I ran into it while shopping the other day. I didn't really believe it at first, but he said he would only charge a hundred yuan, and if it didn't work, he'd refund the money and not take the item back. I figured it was only a hundred yuan, so it wouldn't matter if I gave it a try. If it's true, wouldn't I make a profit?"

So on the day he returned, he followed the steps Liu Laojiu told him and offered sacrifices to the little ghost in the red cloth bag. He made a wish to get rich, and then he really won the lottery the next day.

But he didn't quite believe it at the time, until the second time, when he made a wish that the girl he liked would confess to him, and the next day the girl really confessed to him.

Wang Chao didn't want to give him the remaining money, after all, it was quite a lot, and if he gave it to him, his winnings would be reduced by half, but Liu Laojiu sent him a message,

If he can give this thing, he can naturally find where the other person is and make him lose everything he has now.

So Wang Chao paid the remaining money.

Zhou Yu basically told what happened next during the live broadcast, and Wang Chao's face looked dejected.

After he was attacked by the little ghost, he suddenly received a notice of a large amount of debt. Those people said that he did not win the lottery but took out a loan. The girl also called him to break up and said that she would find a way to sue him.

Wang Chao had a sad face, and it didn't look like he was regretting his actions, but rather crying because of the backlash.

Jiang Chuxu didn't react much. There was no important information from Wang Chao. The main thing was from Liu Laojiu. It seemed that Liu Laojiu was going to use some tricks. I wonder how many days it will take for Liu Laojiu to tell all the information he knew.

Jiang Chuxu did not stay in the Municipal Bureau, but turned around and went home. The only useful information today was the K organization's selection criteria and the fact that the souls of the original owner's parents were not with K.

She thought about it and poked the system again.

"Are the souls of the original owner's family with you?"

[No, I'm still very particular. I bind to the person with the strongest luck in each world. Of course, you are an exception. You are not from this world, and I didn't know it. I just happened to bind you when you arrived.]

Well, the system is useless.

Jiang Chuxu didn't ask any more questions. Forget it. Things will work out when the time comes. He will always find a way back.

At this point, Jiang Chuxu didn't plan to continue the live broadcast, so she just hugged Xiao Hei and rested, but she started the live broadcast again early the next morning.

The first person to connect was a girl. She looked young, but she had a very strong negative energy. Jiang Chuxu frowned when he saw her.

"Host, what I'm about to ask may sound strange to you. My parents passed away a few years ago, and about a month ago I went to ask for help from a famous local mother-in-law." Liang Hongning gritted her teeth.

The person she was looking for was called Chen Po. Chen Po was blind, but she was famous in her hometown for asking about rice.

She wanted to ask herself whether her parents were doing well down there.

Grandma Chen lived in an old house, which was very dim. She only had candles lit, but no lamps.

Granny Chen twisted a handful of rice between her skinny fingers, muttering something in a low, hoarse voice.

"I beg you, my deceased relatives, if you have anything to say, please speak." Before she finished her words, the white rice between her fingers suddenly changed color, as if it had been burned by an invisible fire, and instantly became charred black.

Grandma Chen's body stiffened, as if pierced by an invisible force. Her head bent backwards instantly. When she raised her face again, she looked very strange.

"Do you want to know how they are doing?" The voice no longer belonged to Grandma Chen, it sounded unfamiliar.

Liang Hongning's throat tightened and her heart was beating wildly. She nodded repeatedly.

That thing controlled Mrs. Chen's body, and her entire torso leaned forward as if it was broken, almost touching Liang Hongning's face.

"Don't look for them, they're looking for you instead."

"Because you are the dead one."

If she is dead, then why can others see her...?