Wei Mian asked the two old people to sit on the sofa. No one had ever come to her house since she rented it.

It was only then that I realized I had gotten used to living there, and there weren’t even any water cups for guests.

She smiled a little embarrassedly, "If you two have any questions, just tell me directly. What do you want to calculate?"

Old Mrs. Song just greeted Wei Mian when she first came in, and remained silent afterwards.

When she heard Wei Mian's question, a hint of anticipation crossed her face.

Old Mrs. Huang patted her hands and sighed, "Let me speak for her!"

"My last name is Huang, her last name is Song, and we have been friends for decades."

"The Song family has a granddaughter. A few years ago, she heard that it was easy to make money in Shenzhen, so she went there to work. In the first few years, she often sent money back and kept in touch with her family, even coming back once a year."

"But since she left during the Chinese New Year this year, there has been no news from her. She doesn't reply to WeChat messages and her phone calls don't work. I, an old sister, am extremely worried, afraid that something has happened to her."

"We even called the police and went to Shenzhen in person, but the local police checked everywhere and just said they couldn't find her. Now they've filed a missing person case and can help look for her. But without clear evidence that she's been murdered, it's impossible to dispatch a large police force to look for her. No one can guarantee whether she's really in trouble or just hiding out."

Wei Mian was puzzled. "Hiding?"

Old Mrs. Huang nodded and said helplessly, "The police said they can't rule out the possibility that she's in hiding. According to their investigation, she owes over 100,000 yuan. She might be afraid of her creditors coming after her, so she's not contacting anyone."

When she said this, Old Mrs. Song, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke.

"Tingting can't be hiding. She's not short of money at all. She transfers more than 100,000 yuan to me every year. How could she hide away just because she owes me such a small amount?"

Old Mrs. Song absolutely did not believe that her granddaughter had lost contact with her because she was hiding from foreign debts. She had raised this granddaughter and she knew her very well.

Although the girl loved money a little, she never spent it recklessly. She liked to save most of the money she earned, saying that saving money could give her a sense of security.

The old lady has received more than 300,000 yuan in transfers from her granddaughter over the years, and they are all saved in her card. How could she not contact her for 100,000 yuan!

You know, if the relationship between grandparents and grandchildren is good, they will video chat every few days.

Wei Mian's gaze swept across Old Lady Song's children's palace.

"Old lady, I'm afraid the result won't be very good. Do you still want to calculate?"

Tears welled up in the old lady's eyes. In fact, she had already guessed this possibility. She nodded vigorously, "Forget it!"

After saying that, he handed the photo and birth date that he had prepared in advance to Wei Mian.

Wei Mian took it and took a look at it, and she had an idea in her mind, but she still gave the old lady a warning.

"I never like to say nice things. Some of my words may not be pleasant to hear, but they are the truth."

Old Mrs. Song nodded. Since she was here, she naturally wanted to listen to everything, whether it was nice or not.

Besides, there were only her and her old sister here, so she wasn't afraid of outsiders hearing what was going on.

"Judging from her face, your granddaughter will have many men in her life, and she will rely on men's favor to make a living. From this, we can infer that she is in that line of work."

"Also, her face is smaller on the left side and larger on the right, with a large forehead and small cheeks. This suggests she has some skills and can get money from men. She has the face of someone who will do anything for money."

When Wei Mian said this, Old Lady Song looked embarrassed.

She had never told this to her good sister before, but now that the master had pointed it out, the old lady couldn't help feeling a little uncomfortable.

But she knew that what the master said was right. Facing such a capable master, she had to hold back her discomfort.

On the contrary, there was no abnormality on Mrs. Huang's face. In fact, she had guessed it long ago.

A young and beautiful girl who hangs out in a mixed place like Shenzhen, even if she comes back dressed neatly, cannot hide the evil nature that emanates from her.

These old ladies who are very smart can see it at a glance.

But out of consideration for her elder sisters, she didn't show it.

"Your granddaughter has the face of someone who died a sudden death. According to her horoscope, she has been dead for almost a year."

Wei Mian glanced at the photo in his hand and continued.

The color on Old Lady Song's face instantly drained away, her lips turned pale, and she clutched her chest tightly, breathing heavily.

Even though I was mentally prepared, I was still scared by this sentence.

She just didn't want to believe that the girl she had raised had been murdered long ago.

It's been almost a year and it's December now, which means she passed away not long after she left for the Chinese New Year.

No wonder she hasn’t contacted her family for so long, no wonder she can’t be found.

Two lines of tears flowed silently down the old lady's wrinkled face.

Old Mrs. Huang hugged Old Mrs. Song tightly with one hand and patted her back with the other.

Silent comfort.

Old Mrs. Song stopped venting for a while. She wiped her tears with her sleeves, and her eyes, still red from crying, looked at Wei Mian with pleading eyes.

"Master, can you help me figure out how Tingting died and who the murderer was? And where is Tingting's body? The last time I went there, I searched everywhere she lived but couldn't find her. Where on earth was she hidden?"

"Can."

This time the calculations are more detailed.

Wei Mian took out a pen and paper, drew a Bagua diagram on the paper, and started to deduce it by writing and drawing. After a while, he came to a conclusion.

She looked at the results of her calculations and was afraid that she would make the old lady sad again.

"The murderer had financial dealings with your granddaughter and was probably one of her clients, with whom he maintained a long-term relationship."

"She was strangled to death and then dumped into the sea."

Old Mrs. Huang and Old Mrs. Song gasped at the same time.

Wei Mian took out a copper coin from his pocket and said, "Fortunately, her body was not thrown directly into the sea, but was packed in a suitcase, so it was preserved relatively intact."

Wei Mian threw the coin three times in a row, memorized the results one by one in his mind, and finally calculated a direction.

"Twenty miles due east of your daughter's residence, there's a small, uninhabited island nearby. The local fishermen will surely know where it is. You can ask them."

"We recently suffered a small typhoon, and a lot of things washed ashore, including the suitcase containing your granddaughter. As long as the body is found, your granddaughter's case will definitely be solved."

Old Mrs. Song's hands were shaking a little at this moment. She was old and her memory was not good, but she forced herself to write down every word the master had just said.