Chapter 51 Then... thank you?
The rest of the story is easy to guess.
Although Mr. Huang was a stubborn man with average academic performance, he lived up to his education and had a relatively stable outlook on life. Upon seeing his so-called "master" engaging in illegal and criminal activities, he immediately decided to save him.
"One of you was injured, and the other was entangled by the scorpion and couldn't take care of himself. How did you save yourself?" Qin Qinsen was very curious.
The two looked at each other, each seeing the embarrassment in the other's eyes. In the end, Hong Guang was shameless and looked away under the pretense of pouring tea. "Call the police."
Qin Qinsen: ...
He thought that at least the young Mr. Huang was walking down the street when the perceptive old man with a white beard, a master of Xuanmen, spotted him. He pointed out that Mr. Huang was in trouble and generously helped him. The two were saved and traveled the world together from then on. Who could have imagined that it would be such a simple and scientifically sound act?
"Then why didn't you call the police when he tied you up and brought you back?"
Facing Qin Qinsen's question, Boss Huang's lips moved slightly and he spoke very quickly, but his voice was not much louder than a mosquito. "I failed the college entrance examination, so I just want to learn a skill..."
You bear.
However, Qin Qinsen still had a question, "Who helped you solve the Scorpion Induction?"
Without the Xuanmen influence, this story could be simply summarized as a police-civilian collaboration, with the naive young man cleverly rescuing the victim. However, with the Scorpion Curse on him, all it takes is a thought from the curser to cause Mr. Huang to lose his mind and return to the Ning family. So, who tampered with the Scorpion Curse, leaving the naive young man with a glimmer of hope?
"Ning Li said that her father took the initiative to solve the problem because of our relationship as master and disciple."
"Take the initiative?" Qin Qinsen mimicked in a strange way, but no one would believe it if he told others.
Not to mention Qin Qinsen, even Boss Huang, after hearing Ning Li's confession, became suspicious. He immediately ripped open his collar, revealing the scorpion tail mark on his shoulder. "Since you're here, help me figure out what's going on."
Pushing Hong Guangbai aside, Qin Qinsen approached the scorpion's tail and began to examine it. "With the death of the person who cast the curse, the scorpion's attraction automatically becomes ineffective. Logically, the mark should also disappear completely. Why is yours still there?"
Qin Qinsen frowned, not intending to get an answer from Boss Huang. He scratched the scorpion's tail mark with his fingernail. Besides Boss Huang's ticklish movements, the only sound was Hong Guangbai's dissatisfied cough.
"Tsk, what a terrible reaction you two have." Qin Qinsen wiped his hands with a tissue in disgust. "It's okay, there's no curse residue in there. But when you said you called the police, did you call them directly?"
Qin Qinsen had a guess in his heart, but he had no evidence, so he couldn't say it directly.
"No," Boss Huang recalled. "At the time, the Ning family lived in a village next to the funeral home. Occasionally, police officers would drive over to deliver corpses. I happened to see a police officer delivering a body and was about to drive back to the police station, so I told him."
“Could it be…?”
Nodding in understanding, Qin Qinsen confirmed, "It's him."
Then, as if he thought of something, he snapped his fingers lightly, and Ning Li, who was being tortured by the ice cone next to him, regained her freedom.
"Evil, evil magic...you will die a horrible death!"
Ning Li's delicate makeup was gone. Her face was covered in blood, and she felt like an icicle piercing her bones. Luckily, no one was passing by Siyun Hall, or else they would have definitely called the police.
"You are the one. You've seen so much sorcery that you don't even know the orthodox origins of cause and effect. Oh, and by the way, cause and effect are inseparable. Therefore, those who teach you this magic and allow you to trespass in the underworld will also suffer the same retribution as you, or even worse."
"Tsk, I'm getting off topic." Qin Qinsen patted his forehead and raised the kettle again, shaking it threateningly. "Tell me, the so-called enemy you just mentioned, is it the Public Security Bureau?"
Boss Huang's eyes widened, confusion and shock flashed across his face. Finally, he seemed to have figured something out and hurriedly took out his cell phone.
"It was... ten years ago... Ning hid in a funeral parlor, using the inside of the parlor to conceal his crime scene... He resisted the police... and was shot dead on the spot..."
Qin Qinsen thought to himself, no wonder the Golden Book said that the Tea Questioning Technique was too restrictive and required independent judgment. Perhaps it was because the Tea Questioning Technique could only allow the practitioner to reveal the so-called "facts" deeply rooted in their hearts, rather than objective reality.
For example, Ning Li firmly believed that the public security organs were Ning Zhihong’s enemies, so when describing it, she used “enemies coming to the door” instead of “police coming to the door to handle the case” as normal people would think.
"Certainly."
After freezing the man again, Qin Qinsen signaled Boss Huang to come back to his senses, "Don't look at it. Wait until you've dealt with this guy before you two reminisce about the past."
"She only has three days left to live. The underworld is waiting to capture her and punish her. I can't let her go, nor can I kill her prematurely. If there's anything else you want to know, I urge you to ask it all now. In ten minutes, I'll cast a spell on her, forcing her to behave herself for three days and wait for death."
Hong Guangbai immediately spoke up, "I just have one question, who told you that Xiao Ke was in the Siyun Hall in Hai City?"
"You guys are responsible for this sin, and now you're asking me about it. I'm going to die anyway, so just investigate it yourselves, hahahaha!" Ning Li's face was grimy, and she laughed nervously. If it weren't for Qin Qinsen's curse, she would have collapsed to the ground laughing at this moment.
"You never learn your lesson, do you?" Qin Qinsen didn't want to delay any further. He stopped using the tea-asking technique and instead pointed his index finger at the occipital bone at the back of Ning Li's head, shouting, "Speak!"
"Qinglan Pavilion in S City can give you all the information you want as long as you pay. Huang Ke's Siyun Hall is quite famous in the Xuanmen of South China. It cost me 4.6 million." When talking about the price, there was a sense of pain in his heart.
Hong Guangbai narrowed his eyes in displeasure and continued, "So you've been coming to me constantly for the past five years, asking for money, summoned ghosts, and magical tools, just to make up for your losses?"
"He owes it to my father, he owes it to me!"
"Hopeless." Hong Guangbai stood up and shouted to Boss Huang, "Did you hear that? They were all lies. They didn't take the initiative to solve the Scorpion Triangle. There's no such thing as Ning Zhihong dying of anger over your departure, or that he had to practice unorthodox methods to save his biological father. All of this is just nonsense made up by Ning Li to get benefits from you!"
For five years, Ning Li had taken many goods from Siyuntang. Boss Huang had always believed that Ning Li's father's death was his fault, so he refused to take a penny. Now it seemed like he was just being foolish.
Hong Guangbai pulled Boss Huang and left, leaving only a message before leaving: "The key is in the drawer and remember to lock the door."
The two of them left so suddenly that Qin Qinsen didn't have time to stop them.
"No, come back! What should we do with this guy? Hey!!"
"Oh, Master Qin, don't worry."
"Oh my god, who is that!?" Qin Qinsen was startled by the sudden voice.
I saw the City God who had left was sitting by the counter with his hands in his pockets. He seemed to have listened to the full story and was in a visibly good mood.
"Why don't I send her to the City God Temple? After three days, she will naturally be in the hands of the underworld."
"Then... please?"
"No problem, no problem. Master Qin, if you have anything to say in the future, just send someone to tell you. No need to go through so much trouble." The City God chuckled, tapping the remaining ashes from the burnt gold and silver ingots. "If you really want to burn something, then use some storybooks. No, what are you modern people talking about... novels? More stories about modern grudges and love affairs. We in the underworld must keep up with the times, Master Qin, don't you agree?"
Qin Qinsen nodded hurriedly and said, "Yes, yes, you are right. Take this hot potato away quickly so that I can lock the door and go home."
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