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    After walking out of this small shop, Qu Censhi entered the next small shop.  The problem is still the same.  Did that tall and lanky man just buy his beads here?  But the answers he got were all negative.  Although this street is not very big, each store is very small, and many of them are doing this kind of business. If you ask questions from house to house, you may not be able to finish them all even after dark.  After coming out of the seventh store, Qu Censhi heard a growling sound in his stomach.  Think about it, what is he doing?  He has already been fired. Even if that man dies tomorrow, it is none of his business.  Everything he does here is in vain.  Why bother?  Go and eat.  Since he became a young police officer, he has not gone back to live with his grandparents for the convenience of work. Instead, he rented a small apartment in his own area.  Normally, I would be in the office when I had meals, but now that I was fired, I didn¡¯t even have a place to eat.  For a while, I had a headache standing on the roadside.  But luckily, I have some money in my pocket and can still go to eat at a roadside stall.  He made up his mind and walked towards the intersection over there.  When it gets dark, there are always late-night snack stalls at the intersection over there. A pot of seafood porridge will satisfy you.  But the intersection today was really lively.  But it¡¯s not the late-night snack stalls that are busy, but the crowds on the roadside.  Everyone looked at a car accident on the street from a distance. A man died on the spot and was covered with a white cloth.  You can tell he is a man just by showing his leather shoes.  But Qu Censhi also noticed the black leather bags scattered aside.  This bag looks familiar!  Isn't that the person he hit?  Really dead!  This is too fast!  He looked around again and spent four minutes to make sure that there was no soul of the dead among so many people.  Another such supernatural case.  Qu Censhi looked at the police around him with some surprise. They were not people from their police station, but treated it as a traffic accident.  The person handling it is the traffic police.  The traffic police are also police.  In the past, when we were dealing with things outside, we would still meet a few times.  So there are people I know.  He looked at the little policeman holding a camera, complaining about the poor lighting here, and taking photos of the scene, and shouted: "Hey, Lezi." Lezi looked at him, was stunned for a moment, and then lowered his head.  The voice asked: "Dill water, I heard that you were fired?" Good things don't go out these days, and bad things spread thousands of miles.  The computer network is there, and the documents issued by the Public Security Bureau in the morning will be in the city's public security system at noon, and everyone will know it.  Qu Censhi curled his lips and changed the subject: "Did you see the corpse? Was it wearing a string of Buddhist beads on his wrist?" "The driver who caused the accident said that the deceased was packing something on his hands and did not look at his car.  He went straight across the road. The car was speeding and he hit him without stopping. "I asked him if he had any beads on his wrist!"  The cloth is white." "Show me the photos." Qu Censhi snatched away his camera and looked for the photos.  The photos of the car accident scene really don¡¯t have any good scenery.  He quickly found the bloody photos.  Although he was prepared, he still felt nervous when he saw those photos.  He focused on the wrist of the deceased in the photo.  Because these photos are taken from multiple angles, there will always be one that captures the wrist. ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????]  Although the light was not very good and the picture was not very clear, Qu Censhi was still sure that the deceased was wearing the Buddhist beads on his wrist!  He directly handed the camera back to Lezi, then strode over, squatted next to the deceased, and reached out to lift off the white cloth.  A middle-aged policeman on the side yelled: "Who is that? Why did you enter the scene casually? Stay away and don't touch things. Yo, you are what's your name? Didn't you say you were fired?  ? Your name is quite interesting, what is it? Oh, distilled water! " Qu Censhi is sweating!  Why do you, a middle-aged uncle, have such a loud voice?  Are you afraid that people won't know that he was fired?  Are you afraid that people won't know his nickname, Distilled Water?  What did he do?  Isn't it just a matter of looking at dead bodies?  Are you still afraid that he will take a few bites of the dead body and treat it as destroying physical evidence?  But these few glances are enough.  Because of his strong purpose, he looked at the wrist when the white cloth was lifted.  The wrist is empty, and there is no trace of broken beads even on the side of the wrist.  The prayer beads disappeared again.  Qu Censhi left the scene quickly. Now he had no appetite for seafood porridge, so he went home directly to eat instant noodles when he was hungry.   On the way back, he thought a lot. From the four cases in their office to today's car accident, he was sure that there should be something they didn't know.  Maybe some people died suddenly, and they just treated it as an illness and sent it to the funeral home without reporting it.  Then the number of people who died because of these beads is definitely greater than five.  No wonder Uncle Zhang asked him to investigate this matter.  Qu Censhi has a grandfather who is a retired high-ranking official.  Grandpa has already prepared a small villa for him to get married.  But where he lives now, he doesn't even like it.  It was a small house with two bedrooms and one living room, only 60 square meters, and it was an old house.  Because he moved in in a hurry, he just moved in with a bag without renovating.  "Two bedrooms and one living room, he is the only one."  Some colleagues also said that they would move here with him to save some money on renting a house.  But he refused.  Because he lives in one of the two rooms, and the other one is not empty.  Some opened the windows, lit a stick of incense in the window, and stuck it on the apple, so that some wandering souls who had no one to offer incense could rest temporarily.  "When people do good deeds, spare their lives, and give alms to help the elderly people on the street, they are helping those wandering ghosts.  On every first and fifteenth day of the lunar month, an egg and a stick of incense should be placed next to the root of the tree downstairs.  That's for the spirit infant.  When he returned to the rental house, he received a call from Uncle Zhang.  He lay directly on his big bed that he had just bought a few months ago and said, "Uncle Zhang, I I am also very embarrassed about this matter." Director Zhang on the other end of the phone was already smiling proudly.  Because it could be heard from Qu Censhi's tone that he was hesitating and that his heart was changing.  In this way, even if he doesn't formally agree to it, he will still check it out.  After being a police officer for just a few months, this mentality of pursuing the truth has been cultivated.  Qu Censhi continued: "I still want to get married and have children. If you fire me all at once, of course I will have to find a job. Otherwise, I can't really just go back and be an old man. I have  I have to go to work, so I don¡¯t have time for this. Uncle, the reality is very cruel. It¡¯s not easy to be an undercover agent. You can pay it all in one lump sum with three years¡¯ salary!  What kind of investment, or some kind of fund, and then you can save money and spend less money. Tomorrow, I will let someone handle it, and it will be in your account tomorrow afternoon, or the day after tomorrow. " "This  Uncle Zhang" Qu Censhi wanted to say something else, but the other end of the phone had already hung up.  Let him open his mouth, and he can only have no sound.  *** The sun at noon is very hot. It¡¯s autumn, it¡¯s October, but it can still be over 30 degrees at noon.  Qu Censhi held a bottle of Watsons in his hand, took a sip, put it down and looked at the trademark, smiling helplessly, why did his father give him such a name in the first place?  He also said that it was caused by looking at the five elements of the horoscope.  So much so that his current nickname is Distilled Water, or "Uncle".  Fuck "uncle"!  He resignedly walked into the next small shop where he bought beads.  This is already the eleventh store he has entered today.  Eleven stores, every time they enter a small store, the first words they say are: "Hey, Officer Qu, I heard you were fired. What happened?" "Comrade Distilled Water, isn't it just that you were fired?  Isn't he just a small policeman? Then you have been fired, what are you doing here today? "What kind of speed is this? Everyone in their area knows that he has been fired.  It's a dismissal, not a resignation, a transfer, and certainly not a promotion.  He was the one who was fired.  The answer given by the eleventh store was still the same. The tall and thin man who died in a car accident yesterday was not the beads bought in his store.  After coming out of the eleventh store, Qu Censhi scratched his head and prepared to have lunch first.  A voice on the side of the road said: "Hey, handsome man, come here. Let me tell you your fortune and tell you when you can find a good job and when you can find a good wife. I see you have good features and fine bones. You are very handsome."  Ordinary people are destined to have great development in the future. I don¡¯t charge you for giving me some advice. If you have good development in the future, just don¡¯t forget what I said today.¡±  What's more, his bones are so amazing that he is not an ordinary person.  Why not charge money?  Of course he knew that people who tell fortunes on the street don't charge money, they only charge red envelopes.  Red envelope!  Not money!  This is all theoretical.  But this is the theory of this industry, it¡¯s hard to explain.  Qu Censhi is unhappy today. Everyone in the eleven stores is gloating about his misfortune and talking about his expulsion.  He was unhappy, so he found an old man and sent it to his door automatically.  He unceremoniously sat on the small bench next to the old man and looked at a piece of red cloth spread out in front of the old man. On it were written fortune-telling predictions, horoscopes, and fortune-telling predictions.Feng shui, dragon vein points.  Oh, the old man knows quite a lot.  "Old man, come on, look at me. How do I have such a wonderful bone technique?" "You have a black aura between your brows, but your spirit is very good. You should be riddled with yin" "Hey, old man.  , do you know what yin and yang is?¡±
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