"Okay, good dog."

Detachment Yan drove directly back to the police station, because everything had been said on the way, Qin Qichen didn't stay long after arriving at the police station, he changed his own car and drove away.

But instead of going home, he went to an old residential area in the south of the city.

The residential area in the south of the city is quite old, so the house is very old and the location is far from it.

Qin Qichen was quite familiar with this place and knew that there was no parking space inside, so he parked his car outside the community first, and then walked along a small alley to a wooden door.

The wooden door was tattered, and the red patent leather on it was missing three or four, revealing some blackened wooden boards inside. Qin Qichen knocked on his face expressionlessly, and soon an old man with reading glasses, a white vest, big gray pants, and a palm fan in his hand came to open the door.

"Uncle Shi." Qin Qichen shouted when he saw the old man.

The old man pushed down his reading glasses and said, "Yeah", and was a little happy to see Qin Qichen.

"Come on, come on, come on in."

He shook the big fan to open the door and let Qin Qichen in.

Entering the door, there is a small courtyard inside, and there are several tables in the courtyard. A group of old men and old ladies are playing long cards and mahjong is very lively.

The old man walked to the table where three of them were rubbing mahjong, and said, "My nephew is here, you three will play a few laps first."

The old man and the old lady on the table glanced at Qin Qichen and said, "Okay, but hurry up, the three of you are tired."

The old man fanned the big palm back: "I know, I know."

He led Qin Qichen into the house.

The inside of the house is not much different from the outside, and the furnishings inside are as old as her appearance. Even when the old man turns on the lights, the incandescent lamps that are not very bright will flicker twice before they come on.

Qin Qichen frowned, but didn't speak.

The old man had already answered one step ahead of him and said, "Don't ask, if you ask, you won't move."

Qin Qichen: "..."

Qin Qichen said, "I know you won't move, but I want someone to come and fix it for you. The things in this house have been used for too long, so it's time to replace them."

"No need," the old man answered Qin Qichen and lit three sticks of incense, "I live here very well. Don't you come back and be blind? If I really want to move or change, I will do it myself. That's alright, where do I need you?"

It's not Lin Sijiu, or the old man is talking nonsense. Don't look at the sloppy old man he looks like now, thinking that when he was young, he was also a popular figure in the entire metaphysics world.

Lin Sijiu and Qin Qichen's master, Lin Fifty, are both disciples of the Tianyan Sect in the metaphysical world.

Great Dao is fifty, Tianyan is forty-nine, and one of them escapes. Tianyanmen will only accept two disciples per generation. Lin Sijiu and Lin Fifty are orphans who were later admitted to the sect by the previous generation Tianyanmen Lin Tianshi.

Although the two belonged to the same sect and did not belong to the same master, but because there were few disciples in the sect and they were companions to each other, their relationship was better than that of brothers.

When their two senior brothers were young, the brothers joined hands to break into the metaphysics world, and were called Tianyan Shuangjie by people in the metaphysics community.

The level of scenery is not much worse than that of Qin Qichen now.

So it's not that he can't move a house or a house, but he doesn't want to leave here.

Qin Qichen heard him say this and said helplessly, "Okay, just be happy."

"Of course I'm happy."

Lin Sijiu gave him a blank look: "Leave me alone."

"Uh..." Qin Qichen had nothing to say.

Lin Sijiu snorted, and handed the three burning sticks of incense to Qin Qichen for him to burn.

Qin Qichen took it, and then bowed to the black and white photo of Lin Fifty hanging on the wall of the hall, and then inserted the incense into the incense burner.

The lit incense candle lit up the smoke, Qin Qichen finished offering incense to Lin Wu, picked a chair next to him, sat down and said straight to the point, "I'm going to see Zhaoxi today."

Lin Sijiu slapped a big cattail, and leaned closer to Qin Qichen, looking a little bit like a mother-in-law, "How, how, how do you feel when you see me?"

Qin Qichen rolled his eyes at him, and said expressionlessly, "I don't feel anything."

Lin Sijiu pouted and cut his lips, thinking that Qin Qichen was completely boring, "I don't think so, why are you here with me? I thought you finally figured it out, and you're willing to bring your nephew, daughter-in-law, nephew and grandson to see me!"

"It's boring - I'm going to play mahjong!"

Lin Sijiu got up and was about to go out, Qin Qichen pulled him back with black lines: "Uncle, don't make trouble! I came to you because I have something to ask you."

Lin Sijiu stopped, looked back at him and slapped his cattail fan, then raised his chin and replied: "I don't know, I don't know, I won't answer!"

Qin Qichen: "Uncle Master."

Lin Sijiu snorted and couldn't help muttering: "I really don't know what you are so worried about, you kid, you are so concerned about death, but you say..."

"Uncle!"

Qin Qichen frowned slightly, and interrupted Lin Sijiu directly with a deep voice.

Seeing his appearance, Lin Sijiu sighed suddenly, put aside the subject, sat down again, and said to him, "That's all right, all right, I won't talk anymore, if you have anything to ask, just say it."

After all, it is my own child, so I am awkward, I still have to bear it.

Qin Qichen's expression softened, and he told Lin Sijiu the clues he had seen at Zhaoxi's house. "Jiang Ming's death must have something to do with Zhaoxi, but what I don't understand is why Zhaoxi let Jiang Ming turn into a ghost to ask him for his life instead of letting him go to hell? With what you know about Zhaoxi, Shishu, do you know why? ?"

Lin Sijiu also felt strange after hearing this, he shook his head and said, "I don't know either."

After thinking about it for a while, he said, "However, from what I know about Zhaoxi, he will not kill others for no reason. The source of the matter should still be Jiang Ming."

Over the years, Zhaoxi has been standing in the bright spot, Lin Sijiu has been paying attention to it, and he has some understanding of Zhaoxi. He thought the same as Qin Qichen, and also felt that Zhaoxi should not attack people for no reason.

So he said, "Wait for another two days to see, isn't it said that Jiang Ming is going to take his life. When that day comes, you can just ask him what's going on with his deity, and it will be over."

Qin Qichen looked at his uncle, silent.

Doesn't he know, can this be done?

He just doesn't want to contact Zhaoxi anymore, so he hopes to solve the problem as soon as possible. But Qin Qichen knew that if he said this, Lin Sijiu would definitely scold him again. Simply shut up.

The two chatted for a while, and a table outside called Lin Sijiu to go back and sit at the table. Lin Sijiu responded, and Qin Qichen also planned to leave.

He got up and said goodbye to Lin Sijiu.

Lin Sijiu looked at him, and finally couldn't help but persuade him: "Extreme things must be reversed, and some things are best to go with nature."

Qin Qichen didn't speak, but Lin Sijiu knew that he couldn't listen anymore when he saw him like that.

He said helplessly, "Forget it, it's useless to talk too much, you can handle your own affairs."

Lin Sijiu knew that Qin Qichen had a knot in his heart.

Qin Qichen's fate is strange, that is, he was born rich and noble, and his kinship is shallow, and his fate is not deep.

His father was deceased before he was born, and his mother had raised him for several years, and abandoned him to the Qin family to disappear. In order to avoid being affected by his fate, the insiders of the Qin family had planned to abandon him. It was Lin Wu. Unable to bear it, he kept him by his side.

Lin 50 has not married or had children in his entire life, so he always regarded Qin Qichen as his own. In addition, although Qin Qichen has a strange fate, he is a rare and good seedling. Lin Fifty accepted him, and it didn't take long for him to be taught by Tianyanmen, and he began to find ways to change Qin Qichen's strange fate.

Lin Fifty wanted to save Qin Qichen, so he had been searching for the reason for Qin Qichen's strange fate in those years, and wanted to change his life.

But unfortunately, fate is determined by God.

The fate of an ordinary person is not easy to change, let alone a person who is cursed.

Lin Fifty tried his best to even lose his own life, but it only extended Qin Qichen's life for a few more years.

Lin Sijiu sighed, although Qin Qichen didn't talk about it all these years, he knew that he could never let Lin Fifty die. He thought that if it wasn't for him, if it wasn't for his fate, Lin Fifty would not have died.

Lin Sijiu persuaded Qin Qichen. Although he was sad about his brother's passing, he knew that it was his own choice. It's not his fault, but the smarter and clearer the person, the more difficult it may be to get to the top.

Lin Sijiu shook his head, thinking of Qin Qichen's insufferable appearance. The old lady at his table stared at the mahjong tiles he had drawn out and shouted, "Bump!"

While sorting out the cards, she pouted at Lin Sijiu, "Your nephew hasn't found a match yet?"

Lin Sijiu's small poker venue has been organized for some years, so all the people who come to patronize are Lin Sijiu's old acquaintances, and they all know that he has a nephew who is very good, but he is not looking for a partner.

"Would you like me to talk and talk. It just so happened that there was a girl in my parents' family. She had good looks and education, but her eyesight was a little bit better, so I haven't been looking for someone." Another old lady at the table was also moved.

Lin Sijiu picked up a card and said, "Forget it, my nephew is just a piece of wood, so don't waste your maiden's girl."

"What do you say, I look at this child very well."

"That's it."

"He still has a good face."

"Uh..." Qin Qichen couldn't hear the discussions in the courtyard. After leaving Lin Sijiu's place, he drove home.

On Zhaoxi's side, not long after Qin Qichen left, they received a call from Xu Cheng.

The purpose of Xu Cheng's phone call was not only to inquire about the record, but also to tell Zhaoxi how to solve the problem that he had given birth to a child.

This time Zhao Xiaoguai was exposed, although it caused quite a stir, but it did not make Xu Cheng helpless.

Zhao Xiaoguai's existence, he knew from the beginning, so he always had a plan. It was only this time that Zhaoxi was too showy and caught him off guard, which made him so angry.

What Xu Cheng meant was to ask Zhaoxi to cooperate with them in posting Weibo to ask Zhaoxi to apologize to fans. Having a child will make fans feel cheated no matter what, so they must be appeased.

"Let me post it?" Zhaoxi has no problem with explaining this on Weibo, but in this case, most of the Weibo copywriting is the responsibility of the studio. He is asking Xu Cheng if he should post it himself this time.

"No, it's better to leave it to the public relations. Let you come, I'm afraid you will only make things worse." Xu Cheng can say that there are 10,000 people who don't trust Zhaoxi.

Zhaoxi sneered: "Then you are still looking for me?"

Xu Cheng: "I'm here to inform you! Your Weibo will be taken care of by the studio during this period of time. No matter what the outside world says, you will keep me closed and shut up, and don't be a demon!"

Xu Cheng is now afraid that Zhaoxi, the old dog, will suddenly do things on a whim and increase their workload, so he keeps chatting in Zhaoxi's ear.

Zhaoxi had a headache when he read it, so he had to respond casually: "Okay, okay."

After chatting with Xu Cheng and calling Xiao Zhu and Xiaoguai to eat the tomato pie he just made, Zhaoxi went back to his room.

After several hours of silence, Zhaoxi decided to talk to the little idiot Taoist priest.

"Go find him." Zhaoxi took out a talisman, thinking of Qin Qichen's appearance in his mind, the talisman instantly turned into a paper crane and flew out of his palm, blending into the night.

It shuttled over the city, and slowly flew to the window of a house with its owner's instructions.

"Dong Dong——" The window was closed, and Zhihe couldn't fly in, so he directly pecked at the window with his mouth.

In fact, Qin Qichen had already noticed when Zhihe just flew close, and the communication means of the Linghe was the usual means of communication in the metaphysics circle in the past.

But nowadays, because of the more convenient method of mobile phones, few people use such an ancient method of communication anymore.

Who is this time?

Feeling a little bit, he opened the window and let Zhihe enter the house.

Zhi He slowly flew in front of him, and then returned to the shape of a talisman.

Qin Qichen looked at it and saw a sharp pen written on it: [Let's talk about VX+day23211]

Qin Qichen: "..."

Although this has no beginning or end, no signature, and the content is very similar to a small text message automatically pushed by some apps, Qin Qichen still determined its origin.

Qin Qichen paused, held the talisman and looked at it for a moment, then threw it aside.

Zhaoxi waited left and right, and the whole night passed without receiving a notification to add a friend on WeChat.

Communication Linghe can't go wrong. He is sure that Linghe will fly to Qin Qichen, but he has not moved. It can only prove that this dog is still planning to dodge as before, and treat him as if he doesn't see it. Like exists.

OK, enough dogs.

Zhaoxi's lungs almost exploded, he snorted coldly, thought for a moment, and then he forgot his agreement with Xu Cheng and went to Weibo to update an article.

As a result, in the first instant after the Weibo was successfully sent, countless people who set Zhaoxi as a Weibo special pass received a real-time Weibo special pass push.

——@Zhaoxi V: I’m in a bad mood. Ten minutes later, I’ll be eating turkey noodles in the live broadcast room. I’ll bring my son with me, and I’ll show you guys.

There was a scream in the Zhaoxi studio for the first time.

The public relations staff responsible for Zhaoxi Weibo rushed into Xu Cheng's office like a madman: ""Ahhh, Brother Xu!!""

Xu Cheng was startled by his call, and reprimanded with a stern face: "How many times have I said, don't panic when things happen, what we want in our business is to be calm, no matter what happens, we can't... …”

Before he could say the word "panic", the publicist suddenly put the tablet in his hand in front of him.

I saw a message about the latest Weibo message popping up on the huge tablet screen.

——@Zhaoxi V: I’m in a bad mood. Ten minutes later, I’ll be eating turkey noodles in the live broadcast room. I’ll bring my son with me, and I’ll show you guys.

Xu Cheng's eyes went black, and he almost fainted on the spot.