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Chapter 12 God Stick Yellow

When Tingting heard Fu Yang say this, she was so scared that she trembled slightly involuntarily. She nodded.

The young beautiful counselor Luo Tianyi had already been so scared that he hugged the chinchilla pillow in his arms, as if he was frightened.

Lao Zhao's face was a little bad.

Only Fu Yang himself was calm. In fact, from the beginning, he thought this was strange. However, he had experienced so many times during this period, and he was not as afraid of supernatural events as ordinary people. He was just numb...

"Tingting, I want to ask, before going to bed, did Tutu do anything unusual?"

Although I felt that this Taiwanese girl was accidentally involved in such a horrible and supernatural terrifying murder case, and now she was already trembling, Fu Yang still kept asking some questions with a hard heart.

"Abnormal behavior?"

Tingting is quite cooperative, and it seems that she is trapped in memories.

Half a minute later, she yelled: "I remembered it! There was indeed something strange before going to bed. It was almost two or three minutes before the wall clock rang on twelve o'clock, because we didn't close the window, and a black bird flew in. Standing on the windowsill, I couldn't drive it away..."

Fu Yang's heart skipped a beat and looked at Lao Zhao.

"My bed is by the window. Later, when Tutu found out, he walked over and said she would deal with it. Strangely, she turned her back to me, as if she was muttering to the bird. Later, she didn't know what happened, but Tutu became a little irritable. She threw the black bird out hard, then slammed the window and said she was sleeping."

This is indeed a doubt!

But there is no way to use it as a breakthrough. After all, even if the big black bird is weird, no one can catch it.

After talking about this, Fu Yang comforted Tingting and Luo Tianyi and went out with Lao Zhao.

When they walked out of the staff dormitory, the sun was shining outside. But the two of them felt a little cold.

The death of the dog girl’s girlfriend is now confirmed to be not an ordinary case. There must be a terrifying truth behind this...

No wonder the school strictly ordered the blockade of news, no wonder the police blocked the scene so efficiently, and even prevented unnecessary people from checking the bodies. Because as long as people with a little common sense can drown from the bodies of tuk tuk.

I drowned in my bed in my room at night. I didn’t believe it if there were no ghosts in it!

In order to ease the heavy atmosphere, Fu Yang pretended to be relaxed and smiled: "I said Lao Zhao, are you afraid? If you continue to investigate this matter, you may encounter ghosts."

"Bao, babe, babe! Fu Yang, you're so stupid. I don't believe there are really ghosts in this world, someone must be murdered! Have you seen "Detective Conan"? There are so many supernatural murder cases in it that were later confirmed to be done by people."

"Don't be afraid of Lao Zhao. If you really encounter a ghost, let's run away!"

"Can we run past ghosts?"

Fu Yang laughed: "Brother, according to my analysis, as long as I can run past you, I will be saved."

Old Zhao was stunned, and then furious: "Dog said he dares to fool me!"

The two of them complained and played like this, and their fear just now decreased a lot. But things always have to be faced.

After a conclusion, I decided not to tell the dog about this for the time being. You should know that your girlfriend is likely to be killed by a ghost, and I guess she will be more mentally devastated...

So what should I do?

At this moment, Fu Yang's phone rang. The caller ID was: charlatan Huang.

It's him!

Fu Yang was immediately overjoyed and slapped his forehead, thinking that he was so dizzy lately. Why did he forget this guy?

The charlatan Huang, also known as Ah Huang, Fu Yangfa’s little girl. His real name is Huang Lengshuo, which feels very literary and cool.

But in fact, according to the Internet language, this guy is a funny guy. And he is a funny guy who likes to study some magical and ghost things.

So now the question is. How can such a literary name as Huang Lengshuo become so down-to-earth?

In fact, Fu Yang also forgot the reason. It is probably because when he was a child, he thought he looked like a wandering place in the town... a big yellow dog?

He and Fu Yang are both from the same town. It is said that since his grandfather's generation, they have been famous Taoist priests in all corners of the country.

It’s okay to look at Feng Shui, it’s a fortune, and it’s not a problem to catch a ghost. But later it hit the monsters and the gods, and it was cut off when it was passed on to my grandfather’s generation.

When he arrived, Ah Huang was determined to restore the glory of his ancestors to catch ghosts!

So, this guy has learned some so-called talismans and spells from Hong Kong zombie movies since he was a child.

For example, I took out my pocket money to buy yellow paper, and then secretly made the chickens at home bleed (perverted) and used them to learn to draw talismans from movies. I was beaten a lot for this.

Over the years, I don’t know if I have learned spells. Anyway, my ability to resist strikes is comparable to that of Sanda athletes...

It was also because I was obsessed with these talismans and spells that I failed to get into college.

After graduating from high school, I went to Shenzhen to work hard alone with a few thousand yuan. I found that the more people in the big city they were, the more they believed in this. I simply opened a fortune teller shop in Shenzhen. The business was very hot, and I heard that I made a lot of money...

Due to busy work on weekdays, I don’t have much time to contact Fu Yang, but I have a childhood relationship there.

"Xiao Yangzi, I'm your elder brother Huang. How about it, don't you miss me?" A lazy and sluggish voice came from the other end of the phone.

"I miss you a big-headed ghost! This time I really encountered a ghost. I'm about to close your broken store and fly over from Shenzhen to help me." Fu Yang joked deliberately.

But I didn't expect a surprise voice from the other end of the phone: "Ah! A guy with such a hard character will encounter ghosts? It's incredible! Logically speaking, even if you go to the cemetery to lie down and sleep in the middle of the night, ordinary ghosts will not come to you."

Well……

Fu Yang had a black line. He had the urge to hang up the phone. Now he was already irritated enough, so this guy was still joking about himself.

But the next sentence of Ah Huang made him happy again. Ah Huang said, "Xiao Yangzi, I just got off the plane. Something happened to fly to Jiangcheng on a business trip. I came to your school to find you at noon. Let's have a meal together in the cafeteria. If you have something to do, then."

Doodu.

The phone hung up there, but Fu Yang held the phone but felt that he saw a glimmer of hope and hope.

No matter what, Ah Huang has been tinkering with his gods and ghosts for so many years, so he should know something about this?

I don't expect to beat Dong Weike's unreasonable tomboy, but it shouldn't be a big problem to help me investigate the death of my dog's girlfriend, right? It's not considered a cheating person.

In fact, this is also the reason why Fu Yang didn't look for Ah Huang at the beginning - he felt that Ah Huang could not beat Dong Weike and did not want to get him in.

"What's wrong with Xiao Fu? Who's the phone call?"

Fu Yang was in a good mood and patted Lao Zhao on the shoulder hard: "I sent a child to Jiangcheng on a business trip. He is a professional genius. His family is basically a Taoist priest in the past. Maybe he can help us a lot."

Professional charlatan? Is that a Taoist priest who can catch ghosts? Fu Yang, do you actually know such a person?
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