Qingyi wanted to chase after them, but Qiqi distracted him with the words, "If you really want to become an apprentice, go and help the police solve the case first."
It wasn't exactly a detour, because there was an enticing carrot tied in front of them, and Qingyi walked as happily as a donkey.
Despite being a disheveled and seemingly insane old man, he was more agile than the criminal police under Liao Gang.
He jumped straight in through the open car window and yelled at Liao Gang, "Hurry, hurry, drive! Don't delay the old man's apprenticeship!"
Liao Gang: ...
You're at least in your sixties or seventies, and you're asking a three-year-old girl to be your teacher? You're not ashamed at all, but you even say it so openly.
That skin is so thick, even an armor-piercing bullet probably couldn't penetrate it!
Regardless, since everyone was on the bus and the girl said he was useful, Liao Gang didn't say anything more.
He opened the car door, got in, and ordered his men to drive off quickly.
On the way, Liao Gang asked his colleagues at the bureau to send the case materials to his email so that Qing could take a look.
Because he still needed to go to the Su family villa to check on the basement, he wouldn't go directly back to the police station.
The screen was only the size of a palm. I was worried that the old Taoist priest might not be able to see it clearly because of his failing eyesight, but the moment he picked up the phone, his cloudy and listless eyes suddenly flashed with a sharp light.
He skimmed through the pages, quickly turned the pages himself, and finished reading the thick stack of documents in just a few minutes.
Liao Gang couldn't help but frown. So much information, and he'd already read it all so quickly—what could he possibly glean from it?!
"Are you sure you've read it all?" Liao Gang asked, frowning as he took the phone back from Qingyi.
Qingyi glanced at the suspicion in Liao Gang's eyes and sneered, "Young man, the way we Xuanmen people see things is different from how you policemen see things."
As he spoke, he pulled a bunch of things out of a dirty cloth bag slung across his shoulder.
There was a compass, a tortoise shell, copper coins, a strangely colored and shaped incense stick, and a bottle of water.
"What are these things used for?" Liao Gang asked curiously.
"Used for divination."
Qingyi placed the compass on his lap, put the copper coins into the tortoise shell, and then rubbed the tip of the incense with his fingers together, and the incense lit up.
Wisps of smoke, accompanied by a delicate, minty scent, filled the carriage as Qingyi unscrewed the bottle of water.
A strong, pungent smell suddenly assaulted Liao Gang's nose, and even the detective driving the car was so overwhelmed by the odor that he almost crashed into the green belt.
Liao Gang covered his nose, "What is this?"
Qingyi rolled her eyes at him, carefully poured the water from the bottle into her palm, then rubbed her hands together to make sure every corner of her hands was soaked before putting the bottle back on and putting it back in her bag.
After doing all this, Qingyi explained in a calm tone, "Those who cultivate the Tao must bathe and burn incense before casting a divination or drawing a talisman. Now that we are in the car, we can't bathe, so we can only wash our hands first."
Even so, this will have some impact on the result of the divination.
But it's okay, he has the lucky charm given to him by the young master, so there's no problem!
Qingyi solemnly picked up the tortoise shell and began to shake it with both hands.
His shaking motion was also rhythmic, three times heavy and two times light, he shook it seven times in a steady, unhurried manner.
Liao Gang watched with wide eyes, and, infected by the solemnity on his face, also became somewhat nervous.
After seven attempts, Qingyi looked at Liao Gang and said, "Stretch out your hand."
Liao Gang stretched out one hand.
"Two."
Liao Gang then stretched out his other hand.
"Put them together!" Qingyi said impatiently. How could this person be so stupid?
How did he even manage to become the team leader? I wonder what he did to deserve this.
Liao Gang put his hands together, palms facing up.
Qingyi's hand holding the tortoise shell trembled, and three copper coins fell into Liao Gang's palm.
One was upright and two were reversed. One of them landed in Liao Gang's palm, while the other two were at the base of his fingers, very close together.
Liao Gang looked down at it, but couldn't understand it. Then he focused his gaze on Qingyi's face.
The old Taoist priest stroked his beard, his sparse eyebrows furrowed, and his gaze fell on the three copper coins, remaining silent for a long time.
"Well? Have you figured it out yet?" After waiting for five minutes without the old Taoist priest speaking, Liao Gang couldn't help but ask.
Qing raised an eyebrow. "What's the rush? I'm calculating right now! You interrupted me, and I have to start all over again!"
Liao Gang: ...
The layman dared not speak out in anger; it was his fault, his fault!
Qingyi lowered her head and counted on her fingers. At first, she was very fast, but the closer she got to the end, the slower her movements became. Every movement seemed to be greatly hindered, and she was struggling a lot.
As the last movement came down, he even let out a muffled groan, and a stream of blood flowed down the corner of his mouth.
Liao Gang was so shocked his eyes almost popped out. He quickly asked with concern, "Grandpa, are you alright?"
"It's nothing!" Qingyi wiped his mouth nonchalantly. Luckily, he had the lucky charm given by his little master; otherwise, he might not have been able to calculate it successfully.
Looking up at Liao Gang, he said, "No wonder you police officers couldn't solve this case on your own. It turns out the other party is a fellow criminal, manipulating ghosts to do evil. They left no clues or evidence, so naturally you couldn't find anything or investigate anything."
Liao Gang, "You mean, the killer was a ghost?"
"Hmm, not bad." Qing nodded. "Although the killer is a ghost, the one controlling him is a human. I've already calculated his approximate location, but since he has ghost servants, you alone can't catch him. Let's wait until the Su family matter is settled, and then this old Taoist will accompany you!"
"Why wait until the Su family's matter is over? Can't we go now?" Liao Gang was worried that more people would be harmed and was eager to bring the murderer to justice.
Qingyi glared at him, annoyed. "The location I calculated is where he'll commit his next evil act, which is two days away. Even if you go there now, you'll only catch a wisp of air!"
"Then why don't you just figure out where he's hiding!"
Qingyi: ...
He looked at Liao Gang and sneered twice, "That's your problem. Who told me to cast the divination when you were only thinking about preventing any new victims!"
Liao Gang was taken aback for a moment, then realized what was happening.
So when those few copper coins landed in his palm, whatever he desired most in his heart, the copper coins would generate a hexagram corresponding to his deepest desire.
If that's the case, why didn't he say so sooner!
He had been eager to catch that bastard as soon as possible.
"Master, how about we do it again? This time I'm sure..."
Before Liao Gang could finish speaking, Qing Yi flicked him on the head, saying, "You brat, are you trying to kill this old Taoist priest?"
This was the first time Liao Gang, a dignified criminal police captain, had ever been hit on the head.
The two detectives sitting in the front row of the car were also stunned, their lips twitching as they tried to suppress their laughter.
Team Leader Liao has finally met his nemesis!
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