Some crafts in the old days, whether they seem ingenious or mysterious, are the result of more than ten years or even decades of hard work by craftsmen.

The purpose is not to make a living, but simply to make a living.

To modern people, swallowing a sword one to two feet long and solid in the stomach seems to be a fantasy. But the fact is that some people at the bottom have to challenge their physiological limits in order to survive.

"Brother, who are you?" Fang Qiqi looked at me and asked, "Don't say you're a policeman." Now the people in the Inner Eight Elements Public Gate have little contact with some things in the old days. ”

I was about to get straight to the point, but Dou Dabao suddenly lowered his voice awkwardly, and the other party inspired:

"Big brother, I've always liked to watch magic tricks since I was a child, can you give me two more hands and let me open my eyes?"

"Dabao!" I couldn't help but frown.

But before I could speak, Fang Qiqi looked at him with a smile and asked, "Comrade policeman, I can only play some tricks that are not on the stage, I really can't ......"

His voice suddenly paused, and then his eyes suddenly widened, and the two fingers of his right hand were put together, and he pointed obliquely in the direction of the door, and said in a loud and angry voice:

"Unlucky ghost, I only have this little tea left for hospitality! You took it away, how am I going to be a person?! ”

He was too abrupt this time, and Dou Dabao and I immediately looked in the direction of his finger, but we didn't see anything.

Dou Dabao turned his head and blinked: "What...... What bad luck? ”

I was stunned for a moment, then turned back to look at the table, and was shocked to find that the three bowls of water on the table had turned into colorless and transparent white water!

Fang Qiqi looked at the stunned Dou Dabao and shrugged his shoulders, and said with a sad face: "This is called the weasel to pick out the sick duck to eat, I have low luck recently, and the unlucky ghost has found me, put ...... Take away the tea I gave you both! ”

Dou Dabao was even more dumbfounded, and asked sneeringly for a long time: "Unlucky ghost master...... Be...... What is it? ”

I reacted, picked up the bowl in front of me for the first time, put it to the end of my nose and sniffed it, and then quickly took a sip.

Fang Qiqi glanced at me deeply, turned his face and smiled at Dou Dabao, but then his expression became serious: "I learned tricks, not magic." ”

Dou Dabao swallowed his saliva, and just wanted to speak, but Fang Qiqi suddenly looked at me:

"Brother, I'm not educated, I'm a big boss, and I'm used to going straight, don't be weird. The current people in the public family are all from academic classes, and they don't have much of a boundary with the outer eight lines. Brother, you're not a policeman? Who the hell are you? ”

I looked at the bowl of boiled water in my hand, put down the bowl, stood up and hugged my fist at him: "Brother Fang, I am indeed a member of the public family, but I am not a police officer in the ordinary sense, but a forensic doctor." That is, - a work. In addition, I have another identity, in addition to being a forensic doctor, I am also a ghost. My surname is Xu, and my name is Xu. ”

"Divine Tune Door?" Fang Qiqi shrugged his eyebrows.

Seeing his reaction, my heart fluttered, and I nodded hurriedly, "Yes." ”

Fang Qiqi was stunned, then raised his hand and stroked his hair like a bird's nest, and said as if talking to himself:

"I said, why did you come here, forcing me to do all the work of taking care of the family, but you still saw through it."

As he spoke, he also stood up, flipped his empty hand, and palmed his hand on the table.

When the hand was removed, there was a small pile of soggy jasmine tea leaves on the table, mixed with more than a dozen fried wheat grains.

"You're taking all the tea leaves out of the bowl?" Dou Dabao looked at his hand and blinked vigorously one after another: "Even if you fish out the tea leaves, why does the tea become white again?" ”

Fang Qiqi smiled at him, but he didn't respond, but hugged his fist at me, and said:

"Since they are both outsiders, you might as well say it if you have something to say."

Seeing that he had 'opened the door', I did not rush to ask what I wanted to ask the most, but hesitated, picked up the bowl in front of me, and splashed the water. Then he took out his wallet from his pocket, took out a twenty-dollar bill, folded it in half, and put it in a bowl.

"Excuse me, if you can, turn it into burning paper."

Now that I have the chance, I really want to figure out what happened last night first.

How do you know that Fang Qi's expression suddenly became solemn and said to me: "I didn't get the burnt paper ash in your car last night. Brother, I believe you are the same door. Remind you, since you are a person in the Divine Tune Sect, if you can't see ghosts, you are a ghost fan Zhang Tianshi, and you can't ...... You've been going to have to be more careful lately. ”

I looked at him for a moment, then nodded.

I could feel that the down-and-out craftsman was not lying, and he had no reason to lie to me or play tricks on me.

If this is the case, then there is something really wrong with the 'bob'.

But if the 'bob' is a ghost, how can my ghost eyes not see it?

I sorted out my thoughts, but decided to explain something honestly.

"Brother Fang, I'm really a policeman...... It's forensic medicine, technical police. I drove a taxi because there were two cases that I couldn't explain with common sense......"

I told me about the minibus and taxi, and was about to ask the question I wanted to ask, but Fang Qiqi suddenly looked at me with round eyes:

"You say, you were blindfolded by a red handkerchief in that car?"

I nodded.

"Where's the handkerchief?"

"Then it's gone." I shook my head, "The car was fished up, and my colleague didn't find the handkerchief." ”

Fang Qiqi lowered his eyelids, his eyelids fluttered, and his eyes swirled rapidly.

Seeing that he was silent for most of the day, I couldn't bear it a little, "Brother Fang......"

Fang Qiqi suddenly waved his hand, strode to the door, waved his hand outward, and made a gesture of please: "I'm sorry, I can't help with your father-in-law's business, please." ”

I was stunned. Dou Dabao's eyebrows shrank: "It's good, why did you suddenly give an eviction order?" ”

Fang Qiqi stood at the door, bowing his head and not speaking.

Looking at his lonely but resolute side face, I stopped Dou Dabao, who was still about to speak, "Okay, don't say it." ”

I'm a yin man, and I'm not an orthodox person in the Eight Elements.

However, Fang Qiqi is obviously a person in the traditional industry.

Although the words just now are brief, the main topic has already been explained.

His current reaction seems to know something, but it doesn't guarantee that some of my words, or my so-called 'public identity', have violated his taboos.

Fang Qiqi is not an 'elm pimple', but a real craftsman.

Judging by his reaction, I already know that there is no point in going on any longer.

"Brother Fang, don't bother."

I said a word, paused, took out my wallet, took out five red hairs, and walked up to him: "The rules in the door, duckweed hanging colors!" ”