Chapter 39

The crime squad has already checked the surrounding agricultural and trade markets, and the Hummer off-road vehicle hastily stopped at the municipal building.

"The report is out."

Shi Boren handed the information he found to the co-driver Zhou Fengxu. "Longyi, translated as Longyi. It is a knife brand in Yangjiang, specializing in making knives, cheap and high-quality, and very famous in mainland China. I have verified by phone that their factory does have a set of special knife products for slaughtering, and the fragments in the corpse came from one of the bone-cutting knives."

"However, the sales volume in Hong Kong is average, and not many people buy it."

"It's cheap and of good quality, why don't many people buy it?" Gan Yizu was puzzled.

Uncle Zhong was smoking a cigarette and rolled down the car window. He waved his hand holding the cigarette in the air to put it out. "They say cheap and good quality, butchers' knives don't break, so how can the store sell new knives?"

"Oh." Gan Yizu suddenly realized.

Zhou Fengxu flipped through the information. According to the information, Longyi's butchering knives were sold to five people in total. Four of them were professional butchers, and two of them had been ruled out as suspects when checking other markets.

There were witnesses of the two butchers' deaths at the time when the two bodies were found.

He stared at Zhu Ganbin's name, with detailed information and Zhu Ganbin's photo next to it. Gan Yizu leaned forward to take a look and couldn't help but worry.

"Old man? He is almost eighty years old. Does he have the ability to kill two people in a row? Will it be another futile effort?"

"It's hard to say." Shi Boren pointed at Uncle Zhong behind him, "Middle-aged uncle, can't he kill a cow in any minute?"

"Middle-aged uncle? This is called old but strong." Uncle Zhong broke Shi Boren's finger.

Zhou Fengxu's brows did not relax. "Both female bodies were dismembered. There were a lot of fragments in the bone joints and the time of death was found to be less than 24 hours. The elderly people were nearly 80 years old, and the data showed that they had underlying diseases. They simply did not have enough strength to dismember the bodies within a few hours."

"Makes sense." Shi Boren deduced, "If the old man is a suspect, he should have help." "

Find the knife first." Zhou Fengxu locked the data. "If he has a chipped knife, he will definitely not be able to clear his suspicion."

Several people got out of the car quickly and entered the corridor. The market was dimly lit and relied entirely on light bulbs for lighting. The remaining shop owners were still entertaining customers. Seeing another person coming to the market, the merchants just glanced at them curiously.

Shi Boren walked to the pork stall and asked Gan Bo who was chopping ribs: "Are you the only pork stall in the market?"

Gan Bo looked at the plainclothes people and thought they were competitors inquiring about the market. He didn't have a good expression: "You all have eyes to see, why do you need to ask?"

Shi Boren slapped his hands directly on the chopping board, glared and raised his voice: "Uncle, you are not so good. . (Arrogant)"

Zhou Fengxu took out his police officer's ID card and held it up to Gan Bo so that the other party could clearly see the authenticity of the document. "Police officer, please help the police handle the case."

Gan Bo looked stern. He was afraid of the police when doing business. He put down his knife and said, "Sir, I'm sorry."

"I think you must have heard about the two human skin murders that happened in Hong Kong recently." Zhou Fengxu put away his police officer ID, "Please put out all your knives for inspection."

Gan Bo was terrified when he heard that it was related to the murder case, "Why are you checking the knives for no reason? It's normal for a butcher to have knives. You don't suspect me of committing murder, do you? I don't!"

"Are you saying you did it now?" Shi Boren slammed the chopping board again, "Please cooperate with the investigation!"

"Here, here, sir, don't be angry."

Gan Bo took out a few knives from under the pork stall and placed them on the table one by one. Slaughter knife, skinning knife, cutting knife, boning knife, bleeding knife.

Five knives, but the only one missing was the bone-cutting knife.

Zhou Fengxu reached out and took out a photo of a set of knives from his windbreaker pocket, pointed at the bone-chopping knife and asked, "This is Long Yi's butcher knife set. We have already investigated before we came here, and we are still missing a bone-chopping knife."

"The bone-chopping knife is no longer useful." Gan Bo's cloudy eyes moved away from the photo, "I bought other bone-chopping knives, the one you just used to chop ribs."

"Don't be stupid, take out the bone-chopping knife immediately, otherwise I will take you back to the police station!" Shi Boren saw that Gan Bo was still unwilling to take out the knife, and he had already signaled with Gan Yizu.

The two of them blocked Gan Bo's left and right sides separately to prevent him from escaping.

Gambler could only open a bone chopping knife wrapped in a rag from underneath, and complained as he lifted the cloth, "Sir, the bone chopping knife has been broken, and they are all said to be useless."

After saying this, the cloth was lifted, revealing a sharp bone chopping knife. The knife reflected the cold light, and there was a touch of bright red on the wooden handle, like blood.

The center of the tool was suddenly broken and there was a gaping hole.

"The knife has a chip!" Shi Boren reacted quickly and Gan Yizu pinned Gan Bo to the wall with his backhand.

"Sir, what's wrong? Sir, I didn't kill anyone. Don't think about wronging a good person!" Gamber raised his hands to beg for mercy, not understanding what happened in that moment.

He just took out the knife.

"Tell me! How did the gap come about!"

Gan Bo quickly explained, "That's it. I'm too old to kill a pig. My son is usually in charge of this area. The bone-chopping knife was broken when he was chopping meat and bones some time ago."

After saying that, Gan Bo thought of Zhu Si again.

He was a playboy and a happy-go-lucky man when he was young, and only remembered that he had a son when he was old. He was waiting for Zhu Si to take care of him until his death, so he naturally didn't want Zhu Si to be associated with the murder case.

Gan Bo was held down, but he didn't forget to defend Zhu Si: "Sir, my son is very withdrawn and timid. Everything is just a coincidence. He doesn't have the courage to kill people."

"Whether it is a coincidence or not is not up to you to make up." Zhou Fengxu asked for the address of Zhu's house, and asked Uncle Zhong to help put on handcuffs and take Gan Bo into the car.

The four of them immediately went to the direction of Zhu's house.

The blade made a harsh sound when it was sharpened on the stone. As time passed, the sound of the sharpening finally disappeared.

Zhu Si slowly locked the toilet door.

He was not worried that the screams when he killed the person and took the skin would be heard by the neighbors.

Because... this place is too remote.

Zhu Si turned on the camera and walked towards Ah Zhen step by step with the bone-cutting knife in his hand, with a sly smile in his eyes.

Ah Zhen was lying unconscious on the tile floor, and the bathtub was filled with water. There was a strong smell of blood, and there was even unprocessed large intestines from the previous corpse in the trash can. The scarlet mass attracted countless flies to fly around.

The human skin hanging from the top suddenly swayed slightly, as if there was wind blowing.

"Why? I just encouraged him and took him to the street to teach him to have the courage to step out of the house."

"Why did he kill me?"

"Why? I just saw that his clothes were very dirty, so I took a few sets of my brother's clothes for him."

"Why did he kill me?"

Chu Yueqing heard the empty and sad question when she stepped into the warehouse.

After they were killed, they couldn't even get close to Zhu Si. They were killed by Zhu Si, and even their souls were afraid of him.

Two female ghosts stood at the door of the toilet, covered in blood. Their heads were tilted and slack, as if they were about to fall off at any time. Their bleeding eyes stared straight at the direction of the toilet.

"Girls are so stupid. Why should they be kind? Why should they be kind?"

Suddenly,

the female ghosts turned their heads in the opposite direction, staring at Chu Yueqing with their bleeding pupils.

"He's going to kill again..."

He's going to kill again...

He's going to kill again...

The voice kept echoing in the air.

"Help us, save her...save her...use our power to save her."

Chu Yueqing took out a talisman from the back pocket of her jeans, her eyes were cold, a strand of hair was draped over the bridge of her nose with a mole, her left hand was wrapped around her right wrist and she held the talisman with two fingers. Ghosts

are divided into different levels.

The deeper the resentment of the ghost, the more tangible it is.

If their resentment is not resolved, they will become fierce ghosts, lose their minds and kill people indiscriminately, and eventually be beaten by the Taoists until their souls are scattered and dissipated between heaven and earth.

"Ma Yu, Peng Xiaojuan, if you use all your strength to save Ah Zhen, your soul power will be unstable and you will not be able to reincarnate. Are you willing?"

"Voluntary, we are willing!"

After the words fell.

The two female ghosts turned into two red lights and drilled into the talisman.

Zhu Si pressed the record button on the camera, and walked towards Ah Zhen with a knife in hand. He squatted down and slid the blade across Ah Zhen's face, then moved it back and forth at the neck. He

planned to cut off Ah Zhen's head first, and then cut another incision from the back to peel off the skin, just like the previous two times.

Suddenly, he thought of something, and laughed faintly again, and the blade left Ah Zhen's neck.

"No, no, last time I didn't drain the blood in advance and peeled the skin, there was still coagulated black blood. As a result, the quality of the skin is not good."

Zhu Si searched around, grabbed the knife and stood up, went to the corner of the toilet to get a dusty basin, and then put it under Ah Zhen's wrist.

The sharp tip of the knife was about to cut the blood vessel.

Suddenly.

Zhu Si became very irritable.

He found that he could not control his movements. The sharp tip of the knife left the blood vessel and turned to point at himself.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Zhu Si wanted to call for help, but found that his throat seemed to be strangled and he couldn't make any other sound. The knife cut through his clothes piece by piece, exposing his skin to the air.

He was terrified and his pupils were wide open. He recalled the scenes of killing the two girls in front of him.

Ma Yu is a student of the Political Science and Law Department. Seeing someone throwing stones at him, Ma Yu stepped forward to help drive away the stone thrower and claimed that she studied law and if she saw it again, she would sue all the stone throwers in court.

It was Ma Yu who told him to have the courage to step into society and go out of the house to embrace the world. It was Ma Yu

who told him that even if he was old, today's medical technology could still do skin grafting and recovery. It was Ma Yu who took the initiative to say that if he didn't have enough money, she could lend it to him.

He knew that Ma Yu came from a well-off family, was spoiled, had been drinking milk since she was a child, and had a very good skin.

Zhu Si recalled the scenes and smiled crazily.

He grabbed the only straw and went to every cosmetic department to ask. The doctors looked at him with disgust and told him that money was not enough. The scar was so large that even if all the skin on the buttocks was removed, it couldn't be covered. He could consider the skin of other animals, such as pig skin.

Pig skin?

Zhu Si sneered at the time. How could pig skin be compared with human skin?

He had no reason to watch the chance to save his life slip away, so he killed Ma Yu, who came to his house again with fruit, and took the first human skin.

Afraid that the matter would be exposed and Ma Yu would be recognized, he hid the severed head and then chopped up the body and threw it out.

In this way, no one would be able to find it.

Things developed as Zhu Si imagined, and the police really couldn't find him. But he was picky about the quality of the human skin.

Isn't Ma Yu the daughter of a wealthy family? Why does he have a tattoo? A rose tattooed on his chest. How could he use such inferior human skin?

So, the second Peng Xiaojuan appeared.

Peng Xiaojuan was an employee of a fast food restaurant. One time, she packed her brother's clothes and prepared to put them in the bottom of the box. Seeing Zhu Si passing by downstairs with worn clothes, she asked him if he needed them.

What was Zhu Si like at that time?

He had disheveled hair and was covered in greasy smell. Looking at Peng Xiaojuan's delicate skin, he slowly smiled, revealing his yellow teeth.

"Yes, but the trolley is very dirty. Can you please help me carry it back to my house?"

Peng Xiaojuan took a look and found that it was indeed the case. So she left the window sill and went downstairs of the village house in slippers, carrying a heavy snakeskin bag of clothes, which included winter clothes and autumn coats, enough for Zhu Si to wear all year round.

She stepped into the bungalow where the pigs were kept and walked into the warehouse.

Then, he never came out again.

The more Zhu Si recalled, the louder his smile became. He took the knife and slashed hard into the center of the spine, causing the skin and flesh to explode.

"Ahhhhh!" He screamed in pain as he lay on the ground, but the knife seemed to be conscious, deepening the mark towards the buttocks, pulling the skin with both hands and tearing it apart, and soon it fell off.

“Ahhhhhhhhh!”

Zhu Si was breathing weakly and looked at the hand reaching for the knife with disdainful eyes. He begged for mercy: “No… No…”

just like the two girls at that time.

The knife was pointed at the neck and pressed down hard.

Heads rolled one after another to the toilet door.

The door was empty and no one was there.

Not long after, a series of hurried footsteps were heard.

Shi Boren just stepped on a head. When he saw it clearly, he yelled and pulled Gan Yizu to block in front of him, "Head! Head!"

Gan Yizu looked in the direction of his sight. The toilet tiles were covered with blood. The water in the bathtub had already spread out to wash the human skin that had just been peeled off. Zhu Si's muscular limbs were soaked in the water, all covered in blood.

"Gug——" Gan Yizu couldn't hold it in, his hands and feet became weak, and he turned around and pulled open Shi Boren's T-shirt as if it were a garbage bag. With a sound of "yue", he vomited everything.

Zhou Fengxu and Uncle Zhong immediately went into the toilet, bypassed the blood and helped the unconscious Azhen out.

Gamble was handcuffed and saw the miserable scene in the toilet. All his strength was taken away and he sat limply on the floor.

The eyes of Zhu Si's head, which was not closing its eyes, were facing each other.

"How could this happen... Ah Si... you have been obedient since you were a child, why would you do such a thing." When Gan Bo saw the human skin hanging on the wire, he still didn't understand anything.

The old man with white hair held his face in his hands and cried.

Is it true that if Zhu Si was asked to do the skin grafting, such a thing would not have happened?

He already regretted it

Not far away, Chu Yuening watched the Hummer drive by, and the black air that filled the warehouse disappeared in the next second.

She slowly recited the salvation mantra silently.

Then, two invisible golden lights rose from the warehouse.

As the evening breeze blew, Chu Yueqing listened to the crickets in the grass and tapped her neck with both hands until the golden light disappeared.

She looked for a long time before retracting her gaze and said lightly: "Do good deeds and accumulate virtues, and you will be born into a good family in the next life."

The two girls were willing to waste their soul power to save Ah Zhen's life, and she was also willing to consume her merits to exchange for a chance for them to reincarnate.

They all have great merits and will have a perfect next life that countless people envy.

But...

that is only the next life.

She thought, if there is a chance, no one would want the next life.

Alarm bells rang throughout the night sky, and reporters heard that the human skin case had been solved, and swarmed to the scene.

The yellow cordon blocked the area starting from the pigpen.

Reporters gathered outside the cordon, taking photos of the two female heads reported by the forensic doctor.

Seeing such a tragic scene, the serious crime team all sat beside the smelly pig pen. Although the pig pen was dirty and filthy, it was far less clean than the crimes in the warehouse.

Shi Boren's vest was constantly nudged, and he impatiently pushed away the pig's nose that was eating the pig food. Seeing that the pig was still unwilling to leave, he directly slapped it.

"Eat if you want to. If you keep nudging, I will let you, the golden pig, make a fortune and come to the table!"

The pig eating by the fence probably left because it heard that it would be made into a roast suckling pig.

Zhou Fengxu recalled the ashes he had just seen in the blood, and kept rewinding the video footage from the camera, but he did not see the person he thought would be there.

Even Zhu Si seemed to be unaware

that there was another person at the scene. Zhou Fengxu was too familiar with the ashes. At that time, he was hit by a bullet, and the yellow talisman that saved his life turned into ashes when he took it out.

"Brother Xu, what new discoveries have you made by watching the video over and over again?" Gan Yizu had many questions. Otherwise, how could he explain Brother Xu's repeated watching of the camera?

Zhou Fengxu didn't tell anyone about Fu Hui. He blacked out the video screen and threw the camera over. "The court evidence contains a video of Zhu Si killing people. Based on the victim's appearance, we can contact the family to identify the body."

Shi Boren held the camera steady and didn't dare to open the videotape to watch. "There are two victims, but only one video. It must be that he wanted to record the second time after killing one."

Uncle Zhong thought of the tragic scene and couldn't help but light a cigarette. He asked worriedly: "The case has been solved, but how should we write the report? If it is not written well, the superiors will find trouble with us again in a minute."

"Yes, the superiors are keeping a close eye on the case itself, especially Superintendent Lu, who asks questions every day." Gan Yizu also looked distressed.

Although he is a new police officer, he knows the importance of the superiors to the human skin case without experience. Especially since the case was not solved some time ago, Superintendent Lu came to the D Division office every day. He did not urge Brother Xu, but instead asked the new rookie Gan Yizu about the progress. The

human skin case was too terrible and even disturbed the hearts of the people in Hong Kong. In particular, the accumulation of several major old cases in the police station made the citizens of Kowloon City lose confidence in the police station.

At this time, it is urgent to catch the murderer and present him in front of the camera to stabilize the people's hearts. The citizens are looking forward to the murderer being caught, and then condemning him verbally and pens, venting their hatred.

But now.

The person... is dead.

It's like a firecracker that is ready to go, but suddenly it is silent.

"The murderer died at his own hands? The murderer was out of his mind? He skinned himself?" Shi Boren grabbed his hair with both hands in distress, and the room immediately became a mess.

"The murderer did not admit his guilt, but died directly. The process did not reflect the prestige of the Royal Police, which affected the promotion of Superintendent Lu. Crushing us is like crushing ants."

"Report as it is." Zhou Fengxu was not worried about these, but his eyes were deep. At this moment, he felt that it was a good thing for the murderer to be executed according to the way the victim died.

Hong Kong completely abolished the death penalty in 1994, and the maximum sentence for arresting is life imprisonment. Living well is actually a kind of tolerance for Zhu Si.

He paused, and then said, "There is a video as evidence. If you want to investigate, just send the video over."

Speaking of the video, the members of the serious crime team thought of Zhu Si's murder method.

"Bah."

"Bah!"

"Bah!"

"Beast!"

The three of them spit at the same time.

Late at night, the Kowloon Police Station was still brightly lit after the human skin case was solved.

A young man carrying a schoolbag supported the elderly grandfather into the morgue. The grandfather walked tremblingly and shouted as he walked.

"Ajuan, Ajuan...where are you?"

Pengzhou supported the grandfather, his expression had long been in pain, and nodded to the police in the morgue, "Sir, let's go to identify the body."

There were only two iron beds in the single morgue. Unlike the other corpses lying with their limbs stretched out, the two iron beds covered with white cloth were piled up.

Zhou Fengxu looked at the grandfather who was already confused, "The scene is cruel, you can send Grandpa out first, my colleagues outside can help."

"Okay." Pengzhou nodded absentmindedly, lowered his head and helped Grandpa out of the door, not daring to show too much sadness. He tried hard to hold back his tears and patted Grandpa's shoulders in a low voice as he looked around in confusion.

"Grandpa, Sir, I'll take you to have some tea, I'll come find you later."

Grandpa refused, very stubborn: "No, go find Juan first. Juan has been missing for so long, finally found. I want to call her home, I bought a lot of candy for her."

Pengzhou mocked Shi Boren and smiled helplessly: "Sorry, Grandpa has Alzheimer's disease, please be gentle."

Shi Boren and Gan Yizu felt a little uncomfortable when they saw this scene.

It is said that patients with Alzheimer's disease will have a decline in memory.

In the victim's grandfather's heart, Juan is still just a little girl who loves candy, how can he accept that his granddaughter has been killed?

"No problem, you go." Shi Boren took the noisy grandfather away.

Pengzhou then stepped into the morgue again.

Zhou Fengxu reminded: "Be prepared."

"Sir, I can still hold on." Pengzhou nodded even though his face was pale.

Zhou Fengxu lifted the white cloth, revealing a familiar face, and Pengzhou's pupils contracted.

"Xiaojuan!"

Pengzhou suddenly went crazy and wanted to rush over to hold the head up. The police station was already prepared, and two detectives waiting on the side stopped Pengzhou.

"Xiaojuan! Xiaojuan!" Pengzhou was stopped and reached out to touch the head. His crying was painful, and all the suppressed emotions burst out.

He refused to accept reality.

"Sir, how could this happen? A few days ago, Ajuan bought me new clothes, and she was still alive at that time."

"Sir, you must have made a mistake. My sister just disappeared. She must have gone on a trip for fun without telling her family."

Zhou Fengxu finally confirmed the identity of the victim through the photos in the video and the head. He had anticipated the emotions of the victim's family.

"Oh my God, Xiaojuan is very obedient, please don't take her away!"

The facts have already happened and cannot be changed. Zhou Fengxu remained silent and let Pengzhou vent.

Until Pengzhou's emotions gradually calmed down, he was held by someone, but his eyes were still looking at the head, wanting to engrave the last appearance of his loved one into his heart.

Finally, Pengzhou staggered to the corridor, his expression desolate, and went to the old man's house. He then calmed down again and comforted the grandfather out of the police station.

During this time, Ma Yu's family also hurried to another room. Not long after, deafening crying came from the room, and then two or three family members who were unconscious due to excessive grief were carried out.

Song Huan went to the morgue to take over the procedures, holding a blue folder. Seeing Zhou Fengxu standing by the window, he went over to take a look. He

saw a young man helping the elderly grandfather into a taxi.

"Sir Zhou, has it been confirmed?"

Zhou Fengxu watched the taxi go away and hummed: "It has been confirmed. The family members are emotionally unstable and plan to contact the community."

Let the community pay close attention to Pengzhou and observe at any time.

Song Heng sighed.

"Let's be honest, if it was our family member lying on that bed, what would we do?"

Song Heng has been a forensic doctor for many years. Logically, his emotions should have become rational, but every time he sees the heartbroken family members of the victims, he still sighs.

No one can easily accept the death of a family member, especially if they were murdered.

They should have been able to see a better world and have a better life. But everything stopped abruptly at the murderer's knife.

Song Heng chatted with Zhou Fengxu for a while before patting him on the shoulder and leaving.

"Erice!"

Shi Yubing came over with the case closing report of Team D to look for someone, and when he saw Zhou Fengxu standing by the window, he couldn't help but quicken his pace.

"Superintendent Lu asked us to redo the report."

Zhou Fengxu looked at the report, frowned and looked away impatiently: "No, if you have any opinions, come to me directly, or redo it yourself."

Shi Yubing smiled: "You know that Superintendent Lu is Uncle Qiao's good friend. Even if he wants to embarrass me, he won't come to embarrass you."

Seeing Zhou Fengxu was about to leave, Shi Yubing stopped him, "Tomorrow the Public Affairs Division will hold a press conference on two cases. Reporters and citizens are very concerned about the progress of the cases. Why don't you take some time to go tomorrow?"

"Sorry, I have a lot of things to do. I won't go."

Zhou Fengxu left a sentence, his windbreaker brushed against the white wall of the corridor and left, leaving Shi Yubing with a headache. How

could she not know whether Team D was okay?

Whenever the police station in Hong Kong encountered a major case, they would hold a press conference after solving a major case. All the other teams in the Serious Crime Division were trying their best to appear on camera.

But Team D was the hard one.

Team D was so stubborn that no one would go.

The head of the Public Relations Department was probably going to come over and scold them again. Shi Yubing sighed when she thought of the upcoming fire.

"Well, let's die. No wonder Team D is not as famous as other teams."

——

——Early

in the morning.

The sun shone on the Hong Kong River. Chu Yueqing stretched her lazy waist and looked at the bay outside the window. She felt refreshed and in a good mood. She decided not to go out so early today.

Turning back, she patted the mattress again. The mattress covered with floral sheets bounced up and down with the movement.

"As expected, expensive mattresses are still more comfortable to sleep on." She squinted her eyes and smiled, and after washing up, she opened the closet again.

There was a floor-length mirror in the white closet, so you can see your whole body, and you don't have to jump in front of a small mirror in the bathroom for a long time.

Straight pants are very popular in Hong Kong recently, and Chu Yueqing also bought a pair. They make your legs look longer and thinner, and they are easy to match with clothes. Then she took a long-sleeved tight white base shirt, casually tied her hair back into a low bun, changed her clothes and went out.

Chu Yueqing first pushed the stall to Temple Street, and then called Wei Yanlin on the landline in the canteen downstairs, "You said last time that you knew where to find lightning-struck wood, can you take me there?"

An hour later.

Chu Yueqing found Wei Yanlin in a nursing home in Sha Tin.

He was no longer wearing a loose Taoist robe, but a light blue shirt over a round-neck white T-shirt, and was pushing an old lady in a wheelchair for a stroll on the lawn.

Chu Yueqing called out.

Wei Yanlin heard the call and waved in surprise. She walked over and found that Wei Yanlin's red hair was gone, and a red pacifier wool hat was on his head.

Chu Yueqing:?

Wei Yanlin didn't care and took off his woolen hat. Under the sun, his bald head was like a round braised egg. A pigeon would happily split it if it wanted to stop and poop on it.

"Where's your hair?" Chu Yuening looked in disbelief, "Didn't you say that good luck is in your head?"

"Didn't you say that as long as it's a good thing, you can do anything?" Wei Yanlin laughed so hard that he put on his woolen hat again, as if he was waiting for praise.

"Donated it."

"Donated it?" Chu Yuening clicked her tongue. She didn't get along with Wei Yanlin much, but judging from his stinky personality, he had to lift his bangs after just two steps. Wei Yanlin should be very concerned about his hairstyle, yet he donated it so readily?

"Where did you donate?"

Chu Yueqing heard the sound of mahjong tiles being rubbed not far away. A group of old ladies playing mahjong moved the mahjong table to the lawn.

One of them stood out among all the white-haired old ladies because... the old lady had a bright red hair. She took out the cards quickly.

"Pong!"

"Wait! All the cards are lost!"

The red hair made the old lady look more energetic. After collecting the money with a smile, she picked up the dentures on the table and put them on. She counted the money she won and said to Wei Yanlin.

"Ah Lin! You are really lucky!"

"Needless to say." Wei Yanlin was proud, crossing his arms, "Look whose red hair it is, Master Wei's hair is all grown from his essence and blood, it has a blessing effect."

After bragging, Wei Yanlin realized that the real master was standing next to him. When he met Chu Yueqing's serious eyes, his face flushed.

"Indeed...indeed, it has a blessing effect, right?"

"Yes." Chu Yueqing nodded.

Wei Yanlin got the affirmation, and he was so proud as if he was praised for being very awesome. He immediately held his head high, but only heard Chu Yueqing's next sentence.

"I know a bald old lady who is so poor that she has no money to buy a wig. Please help me reserve one first."

"Ah?" Wei Yanlin was disappointed. "But it's really hard to keep hair. I originally..."

He was planning not to donate his hair.

Chu Yueqing patted his arm and praised him seriously: "You are a good comrade Lei Feng. I want to thank you on behalf of the old lady."

Wei Yanlin has done a lot of good things and has always wanted to be praised by Chu Yueqing. He could only swallow the rest of the words back with grievance.

Donate it.

There is praise, no matter how ugly it is for a period of time, it is acceptable.

Wei Yanlin had already known the purpose of Chu Yueqing's visit, and said goodbye to the director of the nursing home in advance, and led his people to the direction of Dalaoshan.

The two climbed half of the mountain, but they didn't see any lightning-struck wood, not even a withered tree.

Wei Yanlin was frightened by Chu Yueqing's resentful eyes, and begged for mercy: "I've seen a large piece of lightning-struck wood here before, and it happened to be a peach tree."

"Let me think about it first."

Chu Yueqing looked at the Wong Tai Sin Temple at the bottom of the mountain, where there were many pilgrims. There were many merits floating in the air, which made her very greedy and envious.

She raised her eyes and looked at Wei Yanlin who was still searching everywhere, "The Wong Tai Sin Temple is at the bottom of the mountain, they should also need lightning-struck wood, right?"

Is it possible that the lightning-struck wood has been picked up?

After all, lightning naturally has the function of exorcising evil spirits, and peach wood can also exorcise evil spirits.

If she was from Wong Tai Sin Temple, she would have moved down the mountain long ago.

"Impossible." Wei Yanlin didn't think about denying it, and turned over a big stone. "Lightning-struck wood is not very popular in Hong Kong. It's messy, and the things made of it don't look good. It's unsightly when you take it home."

Chu Yueqing was surprised: "You all waste lightning-struck wood like this?"

"You can't say it's wasted." Wei Yanlin was embarrassed, "It's not handy to make magic tools. Nowadays, famous Feng Shui masters have money, and they all choose to buy magic tools, which are impressive."

Chu Yueqing thought of the heavy swords in Mr. Huang's Feng Shui Shop, and shuddered at the thought of carrying them out for a day. No matter

how beautiful it is, I don't want to use it.

"Don't even think about it. Feng Shui masters have special disciples who wield swords." Wei Yan took Chu Yuexing to another mountaintop. Suddenly, he saw something, and surprise flashed across his eyes.

On the side of the mountain, a peach tree that was struck by lightning and only half of it was left suddenly appeared.

"Look! I told you I've seen it before!"

Chu Yuexing was also very happy to see the lightning-struck wood. He took out the prepared knife from his bag and ran to the lightning-struck tree.

After being struck by lightning, the peach tree was almost dead, and the wood had become much softer. Chu Yuexing picked for a while before letting Wei Yanlin help cut off the wood in the center of the tree. Chu

Yuexing went down the mountain with the lightning-struck wood in his arms with satisfaction. Chu Yuexing was in a good mood and did not kill. When passing by Wong Tai Sin Temple, he saw many pilgrims holding a large windmill.

She asked curiously, "Why does the Taoist temple sell windmills?"

"This is not an ordinary windmill." Wei Yanlin looked at the windmill held by the pilgrim and explained, "This is a lucky windmill that was blessed by the temple."

"Fortune? Is it really effective?" Chu Yueqing became even more curious.

"I don't know, but many people say that the lucky windmills sold in Wong Tai Sin are very effective." Wei Yanlin didn't know either. He originally wanted to give one to the girl since she liked it.

But when he touched his empty pocket, Wei Yanlin wanted to cry but had no tears.

He donated them all.

He hasn't been to fortune-telling during this period. He is so poor!

Chu Yueqing didn't care what Wei Yanlin was thinking, and called him over the threshold to enter the Wong Tai Sin Taoist Temple. "Come on, I'll give you one."

Wei Yanlin stopped crying and his eyes brightened up. "What? Master Chu wants to give me a windmill? Great, great."

The two of them followed the pilgrims to the Taoist priest who was selling windmills, donated a hundred yuan, and got two windmills.

Chu Yueqing walked around the Taoist temple again, looking around with interest.

It can be seen that there are still capable people in the Taoist temple, who can feel the merits radiating from the pilgrims, and then delve into the statues in the various temples.

No wonder so many people say that Wong Tai Sin will answer any prayer.

Although Wei Yanlin is a half-baked one, he is a disciple of a famous family. After entering the Taoist temple, he pulled down his red hat to cover his bald head, and his attitude became much more humble.

"Do you think the windmill is really useful?" Wei Yanlin looked at the windmill with great curiosity.

In the middle of the windmill sat a golden God of Wealth, with "Safe Journey and Success in Everything" written on the left, and "Smooth Sailing and Fortune" written on the right. When the wind blows, the small windmill turns along.

"Although it looks good, it's a pity that there is no magic power attached to it."

The implication is that it is useless.

After Chu Yueqing finished speaking, Wei Yanlin seemed very disappointed, but soon cheered up again.

"That's right, if hundreds of windmills are sold every day, if all of them are really effective, wouldn't the caster be exhausted and die early?"

As soon as the voice fell, the door of a Taoist temple was pushed open, and a young man came out. He looked very dressed, wearing a silver chain on his overalls as decoration.

The man was wearing sunglasses, "Master, is there really no way?"

Following him out was an elderly Taoist priest, wearing a green Taoist robe and a Taoist hat, with a long black beard.

"Donor Qi, the bell can only be untied by the person who tied it." After the Taoist priest said this, he entered the Taoist temple.

The man was full of luck, and the luck he brought came from himself, which did not look strange. Chu Yueqing found it interesting and took a closer look.

After all, except for Zhou Fengxu, she rarely saw people with so much luck.

Until the man left Wong Tai Sin first.

Chu Yueqing and Wei Yanlin went to Tung Choi Street. Wei Yanlin opened the door of the fortune-telling shop, and a cloud of dust came in.

Chu Yueqing took two steps back.

All the dust fell on Wei Yanlin's face. He opened his mouth and yawned for a long time. Then he turned around and invited people in with a smile.

"Xingxing, come on, don't be polite and sit down."

"Can you call me by my nickname now?" Chu Yueqing winked and joked.

"We are from the same mountain, isn't it good enough?" Wei Yanlin smiled. Picking lightning-struck wood from the same mountain doesn't count as being together.

After laughing.

Wei Yanlin quickly took the chicken feather duster, cleaned the dust on the eight-immortal table, and invited people to sit down.

Chu Yueqing sat down and looked at the fortune-telling shop. On the wall hung a dusty yellow flag with the words "Iron Finger Divination" and some pictures of the Five Elements and Eight Diagrams. Compared with Master Huang's Feng Shui shop with many magical instruments, Wei Yanlin's fortune-telling shop has very few things.

"Is the rent of the shop expensive?"

"It's not bad for Tung Choi Street, 10,000 a month."

"10,000 a month?" Chu Yueqing was surprised, "The prices in Hong Kong are really high. This price can completely build a floor of a building in the mainland."

"As the Four Asian Tigers, the prices are high and the wages are high, so so many people want to come to Hong Kong." Wei Yanlin said.

"Wait, I'll get the tools so you can make the lightning-struck wood into a peach wood sword."

He threw the feather duster aside and swaggered out a bunch of miscellaneous items from the back door of the store.

Among them were cinnabar copper coins.

Wei Yanlin sat down, then took out a utility knife to help cut the lightning-struck wood into the shape of a peach wood sword, and handed it to Chu Yueqing after it was cut.

"See if it needs to be polished? Will it prick your hand?"

Chu Yueqing held the peach wood sword and waved it in the air twice. She could faintly hear the wind. Meeting Wei Yanlin's surprised eyes, she smiled: "I think it's okay."

"Do you want to carve a dragon on it?" Wei Yanlin mentioned it too much, and quickly explained, "I can't carve, but you can ask a master to do it."

"No, keep it simple. Do you still want copper coins?"

"I have a lot of copper coins, just pick one you like." Wei Yanlin generously pushed the box of copper coins over.

Chu Yueqing picked a copper coin from the box, tied it with a red rope and wrapped it around the end of the peach wood sword, and then took out a brush and cinnabar from the toolbox.

Wei Yanlin saw that he was going to write something, so he came over curiously: "Are you going to write the most majestic in the world?"

Chu Yueqing picked up the brush and dipped it in red cinnabar water, and wrote on the peach wood sword: Chu's Sugar Water

Wei Yanlin: ...

Wei Yanlin withdrew his gaze in a daze.

He really didn't understand the master's habit.

Wei Yanlin looked at the simple peach wood sword and decided to give a subtle reminder.

"Nowadays, everyone in the circle is using swords made of high-carbon steel. Although peach wood swords are also useful, wooden swords have low magic power. Why not buy a sword? It will be more impressive to carry it out."

A master with great magic power would go out with a simple peach wood sword? It seems a bit decadent.

"No, it's good enough." Chu Yue smiled and looked at the peach wood sword with a baby, then stood up and left, "Thank you, I'll go back to Temple Street first."

When she happily returned to Temple Street with the peach wood sword, there was no crowd in front of the stall. She thought it was strange, because there would be a lot of people queuing at this time.

Before she could ask Lin Jiahua, she saw Ah Hua winking at her.

Chu Yueling looked in the direction of the sight, and saw a few gangsters with red and yellow hair standing by, whistling at her with ill intentions.

"Sweet water sister, you have to pay the protection fee this month."

Chu Yueling held the peach wood sword and narrowed her lychee eyes. Wasn't the gangster leading the gangster the culprit who robbed the original owner of the money and caused the original owner to die in the original plot?