"This morning a monk died in the woods near your village. We found this thing on the spot. I think it should have something to do with you. Shanwu Novel Network"&1t;/p>

The policeman took out a photo from his small leather bag under his armpit and handed it to Chen Fan, "Look at whether you know this thing."&1t;/p>

Chen Fan took it and saw a little clay man in the photo. The clay man's back had his name and birth date written on it.&1t;/p>

He knew that this thing was made by the monk. The steel needle on his head had not been taken off yet, but it was too fake in front of the policeman. He nodded and looked at the visitor with a serious expression, "This is a clay doll for using evil magic. Where did you get it?"&1t;/p>

"When the monk died, he kept fiddling with this thing. We thought this thing had something to do with you, so we came to ask." The policeman pointed to the red letter in the photo, "This name, and birthday, should be yours!"&1t;/p>

"Yes." Chen Fan nodded.&1t;/p>

"I heard that this monk is very powerful and knows magic. He seems to be a very famous topic. I don't know why he appears here and why he does such a thing?"&1t;/p>

"The birth date of a clay doll must be used to harm people." Chen Fan smiled bitterly, "As for why he wants to harm me, I don't know. I don't know or want to know. I think the police uncle should be able to find it clearly. If you find it clearly, please let me know. I also want to know which thing doesn't have a green face that came up with such despicable means to harm me!"&1t;/p>

The policeman was not afraid at all and was a little surprised. He looked at Chen Fan with a smile, "I heard from the villagers that you understand witchcraft, do you? Then can you explain to me how this thing works?"&1t;/p>

"Do you believe this?" Chen Fan raised his eyebrows and smiled and talked.&1t;/p>

The policeman was stunned for a moment and smiled awkwardly for a long time, saying, "It's also idle, just treat it as fun."&1t;/p>

"I think it's better not to say so as not to be suspicious."&1t;/p>

Chen Fan put on a classic student face and shrank his shoulders and looked at the tuft of hair in the photo. "I can only tell you that this thing is the same as a straw man and the paper body. The birth date and horoscope and name are just auxiliary. The object inside is the most important thing. Do you know what the object is? It is the object with obvious personal colors that fall off a person, such as head, nails, blood, close-fitting, etc. Don't think that my name is written on the back of this clay doll. It is me. The main thing is to see who the object on it is!"&1t;/p>

"Yingwu?" The policeman pointed at the little black hair in the photo, looking embarrassed, "Are you talking about this?"&1t;/p>

"Yes." Chen Fan nodded.&1t;/p>

"This is Mao. After we compared DNA, we can basically confirm that this is from a dead monk."&1t;/p>

"The monk is a bald man, where did he get his hair?" Chen Fan blinked and pretended to be cute.&1t;/p>

"The hair." The detective brother was also a dog, so he coughed gently and told the truth.&1t;/p>

While watching the fun with his hands behind his back, the security guard suddenly tilted his body, obviously shocked by this statement, "Hao? His? He inserted that thing into the clay man's head and stabbed himself to death?"&1t;/p>

"It should be like this at the moment." The detective nodded, "There is no more reasonable explanation."&1t;/p>

"I think it's a high possibility of suicide fearing guilt. I guess he did something bad. He has a conscience and no other way to choose. Isn't he a clay doll killing himself? This way of death is creative, and he is more than hanging!" Another person who took the transcript couldn't help but interrupt.&1t;/p>

"I don't think so, there must be some inside story here." The detective man rubbed his eyelids and showed his fatigue. "Hey, this is the most troublesome case. I won't tell you whether you can catch the murderer. Even if you commit suicide, it's not easy to do. How do you write this report? The whole clay doll cursed himself to death? Someone must believe it!"&1t;/p>

"I believe." Chen Fan laughed, "There are risks in practicing methods, and the more powerful the spells, the greater the risk. Maybe the monk couldn't do it and harmed him, or maybe he drank too much or took the wrong medicine or got the clay doll wrong. Anyway, this matter has nothing to do with me, and I have told you all that I know. If you want to know more, it's better to find a professional person. My ability to say half a bottle of water is afraid of misleading you if you say too much."&1t;/p>

"We want to find a professional, such as your grandfather. Shanwu Novel Network." The detective man fiddled with the photos in his hand and put on a very suspicious expression, "Where is your grandfather? Where has he been?"&1t;/p>

"I told you that I've gone to the provincial capital."&1t;/p>

"What are you doing in the provincial capital?"&1t;/p>

"Find an old friend."&1t;/p>

"When will he come back?"&1t;/p>

"I don't know, it's probably going to be soon." Chen Fan scratched his head, "My grandfather has nothing to do with this matter, you shouldn't bother him."&1t;/p>

"You said it's okay, you have to come up with evidence. Let's do it. When he comes back, you ask him to go to the police station. It's not just a matter of doubting him or doing routine." The detective brother wrote a number in his childhood notebook and handed it to Chen Fan, put it on his ear. "If you don't want to go to the police station, call me, I'll take time to come here."&1t;/p>

"I understand." Chen Fan nodded.&1t;/p>

"And." Turning around and leaving, as if he was remembering something, the detective looked at Chen Fan with a smile, "I heard about some things about you, and your grudges with those two families. Can you tell me the details here? For example, how did you make two people..."&1t;/p>

The detective gestured several times in a row, and was embarrassed to say it.&1t;/p>

"You don't believe it if you tell me the strange power and gods." Chen Fan clasped his hands together and bowed to the other party, turned around and left.&1t;/p>

"Do you also suspect this kid can do magic?" After Chen Fan walked away, the school security guard asked in a low voice.&1t;/p>

"What does suspicion mean? He, surely, isn't his grandfather called Chen Guangdou? I've heard of this person many years ago. I guess this kid can be taught, and he will have a few tricks." The criminal police transferred to the building, but the security guard quickly followed as if he had heard some big news. "You police also believe this? I thought you wouldn't believe it!"&1t;/p>

"I didn't believe it at first, but later I encountered too many things, so I had to believe it. Some things can be solved by believing or not. Let's talk about the matter in front of me! A fat monk died, without any trauma or poisoning, his body tissue was well preserved, and there was no abnormality. How did you say this person died?"&1t;/p>

"It must be the evil magic that killed it!"&1t;/p>

"I'm sorry for myself?"&1t;/p>

"It's a bit strange."&1t;/p>

"It's not just strange, it's simply horrible! The monk is called Master Yongzhen, very famous. Many celebrities have dated him, and they are not ordinary people! Look at it, if this matter is spread, it must be a tabloid headline!"&1t;/p>

…&1t;/p>

A group of people left noisily, Chen Fan lay on the window and looked honestly.&1t;/p>

The phone in the pocket vibrated.&1t;/p>

Take it out and see a text message on it. Li Ting came, "Call me at 8 o'clock in the evening."&1t;/p>

Chen Fan curled his lips and thought to himself that you are quite good, so I have to call you!&1t;/p>

While thinking, Dahuangya ran in quickly and whispered to Chen Fan, "Hey, hey! A woman came outside and said, "What kind of reporter is here to interview you! Are you going?"&1t;/p>

Chen Fan sent Li Ting a text message, "I've come outside, I'm here, come with you, will I go?"&1t;/p>

As soon as the screen lit up, the other side quickly replied, "Dare to beat you to death! Tell you tonight!"&1t;/p>

"No." Chen Fan was not reserved, so he lay down on his seat and yawned, "If you want to go, you will say I don't have time!"&1t;/p>

"Hey! You can't do this, I'll collect all the money!" Dahuangya took out two hundred yuan from her pocket and shook it with Chen Fan, "Look! It's hard to return it if you collect all the money! Come on! Give me a face to you! Come on!"&1t;/p>

"Get out." Do a slow motion, Chen Fan elongated his voice.&1t;/p>

Dahuangya knew Chen Fan's temper, and screamed twice, and ran away in shame.&1t;/p>

"Don't say everything!"&1t;/p>

"I understand!"&1t;/p>

The second class in the afternoon was over. At three o'clock, Chen Fan greeted Song Qian and went downstairs with his small schoolbag on his back.&1t;/p>

The venue rented by Sun Yaxin is just under the teaching building.&1t;/p>

Halfway through the way, Han Mei also ran over with her small schoolbag on her back.&1t;/p>

Han Mei is Sun Yaxin's proud disciple, with a veteran qualification and favored.&1t;/p>

This little girl doesn't like to take up time for self-study to practice Taekwondo. She usually plays for an hour and a half after school. I heard that Chen Fan also wants to learn, so the little girl immediately became interested. In school, Han Mei has always been a representative of good students and is loved by everyone.&1t;/p>

As soon as she said that, Song Qian agreed immediately. Now, the little girl who had no reason came over to stir up the situation again.&1t;/p>

Chen Fan loves and hates this little girl.&1t;/p>

Come to the temple side by side and see a group of little beauties in Taoist uniforms attending class.&1t;/p>

Eighty percent of the girls here, and the passing boys are not trying to learn their skills. Song Qian also changed into Taoist uniforms and wore a black belt around her waist. Chen Fan glanced at it and found that the rumors were fake. Sun Yaxin was in the fifth section of the black belt, which was also a relatively high rank among athletes who had played games.&1t;/p>

When Chen Fan came, they were practicing the teamwork. They all had basic movements. A group of little girls were following the same posture. Although the movements were very standard, they were soft-handed and had no visual power.&1t;/p>

Han Mei ran over, Chen Songqian said hello, Song Qian nodded to him, and the little girl immediately ran to the room inside to change clothes. Chen Fan had no ritual clothes to change, so she stood at the door to watch the fun. A group of little girls saw Chen Fan coming, and kept looking at him.&1t;/p>

Chen Fan is not stunning, but he is very attractive. He is the type that doesn’t look carefully and feels that it’s average and has a more delicious look.&1t;/p>

When it comes to body shape and appearance, Chen Fan is the best in the class. Otherwise, a teacher like Song Qian would not have secretly fallen in love with this little pervert who is much younger than him.&1t;/p>

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Chapter completed!