(Yesterday's chapter has been revised)

Bai Dianchen didn't know that Lu Yuqi's father was actually a member of the court in Pingli City, and he was of real power. Even in Pingli City, he could be considered a relatively awesome. When the guards saw this, he began to worry, wasn't Lu Yuqi really going to break his dignity?

President Lu is not an official who has already started to fail, but is in the midst of his life. Such a man cannot be condescending to anyone, unless he is a person who is really more noble than him. For example, those in Pingli City, such as those from the province or the imperial capital.

Obviously, Lu Yuqi is not among these people, and President Lu will not give his daughter any face.

Even when he entered the door, he did not look at Lu Yuqi or say a word. Instead, he looked at Su Kang and asked, "Are you the one who came from the imperial capital?"

Su Kang nodded and asked, "Are you Lu Yuqi's father?"

He nodded slightly, ending the greetings like this, and did not worry too much about Lu Yuqi's issue, and Su Kang didn't say much. Every family had a difficult sutra to recite, so he was not clear enough about what the situation was in Lu Yuqi's family, so he didn't change to say much.

Lu Yuqi's face was already very ugly, and even her eyes were filled with tears, she was about to cry. She turned around and ran out of the guard team. Bai Dianchen hurriedly found the guard team members next to her and asked them to find a female team member to follow him. Then she breathed a sigh of relief.

These people are old men, and he can't afford to offend each of them.

At this time, Su Kang had already started to ask the security team about those people. As the vice president of the Economic Development Committee, President Lu happened to have a case related to him, and also sent his subordinates to the types of banned goods and trading channels that appeared in areas where the gangsters were responsible.

Bai Dianchen looked outside and inside again, and always felt the atmosphere was strange.

When the policeman came in the morning, An Xiaoyu was still reading the files in the office, just like reading novels. This was the first time he saw someone who was fascinated by reading files, and he couldn't help but admire them. Shaozun is indeed worthy of being Shaozun.

When An Xiaoyu heard someone coming in, he looked up and saw the little police officer. He remembered that it was the one who bought the midnight snack yesterday, so he nodded with a smile. The little police officer was flattered and said carefully: "Shaozun didn't go back tonight?"

"Well, I don't have to sleep anyway."

"Did you find anything?" As a criminal detective, he subconsciously asked. After asking, he suddenly thought that the person sitting opposite him was not him. He immediately secretly glanced at An Xiaoyu's face, but found that she was not impatient either.

"I found that there was, and it was a bit of a big deal. After you left yesterday, I picked up some interesting things and found a more interesting case, which is this." An Xiaoyu handed over the electronic board in his hand, and the policeman hesitated for a moment and took it in his hand.

But after watching, the policeman scratched his head: "But there is nothing special about this!"

The case recorded above was not in the imperial capital at the beginning of spring this year, but in Jingxi Province. The deceased was the owner of a small grocery store in Jingxi Province. His name was Geng Chunmin. He was 43 years old and had no relatives. He died in his own home and was discovered for a long time.

However, there are countless cases like this in the entire empire. Many people die in their homes every day and are discovered after several days. These are all recorded in a hasty way. If no actual signs of homicide are found, they will generally not be used as a key investigation.

"And it was written on it. After the autopsy report, it was proved that Geng Chunmin had a relapse of heart disease. Although it was a bit early in his forties because of heart disease in his forties, it was not impossible. Geng Chunmin's family was poor and he had no money to cure it. It was normal for him to be reluctant to buy medicine."

An Xiaoyu nodded in approval: "What else?"

"Also, the file states that Geng Chunmin's door was pried open, and there were traces of fighting in the house. Geng Chunmin had blunt objects on the back of his head, and the inside of the house was in chaos and the property disappeared. Later, he found the blunt object that knocked down Geng Chunmin, which was an ornament on the table."

"This is obviously someone burglary. After Geng Chunmin discovered it, the two had a fight. During the fight, the thief knocked Geng Chunmin out and then plundered property and left. However, he didn't know that Geng Chunmin had a heart disease, which caused Geng Chunmin who was lying on the ground to suffer a serious heart burden and died of death."

"The autopsy report recorded in the archive also states the approximate time of the brain injury and heart attack, which is also very reasonable. This was how the case was closed at that time, and I think nothing is wrong."

After listening to the police officer, An Xiaoyu nodded and said, "To be honest, I didn't think anything was wrong at the beginning. The process of this case was obvious and there was enough evidence to prove it, but the only problem was that it was a unsolved case."

The policeman suddenly fell into deep thought, thinking about the relationship between the thinkers.

Qu Shuanghua also pushed the door open and walked in. When she saw the case in their hands, she said, "This case! I still have some impression. This case is indeed a unsolved case. Until now, the thief has not been caught. It is very strange. She just stole a thief that only costs three or five thousand yuan. As a result, the scene was cleaned as clean as a jewelry thief, very strange."

The police officer suddenly realized that the strange place was here. A thief with such high-skilled skills did not leave any trace of himself. He even pried in the door without checking the site and met Geng Chunmin. He also had a fight. Finally, he stole three to five thousand yuan worth of property and left, and even left no trace of himself during the fight.

This is simply unreasonable.

But he had other speculations: "Maybe he would continue to make some money at that time? Who is not in a hurry?"

Qu Shuanghua reached out and patted his shoulder: "What about now?"

"What's now?" The policeman was confused, and finally saw Qu Shuanghua holding her watch in her hand. He was shocked: "When is this...?"

Qu Shuanghua put the watch in his palm: "I am just interested in learning from the thief I caught, and I can trick you into making a fuss. Then the thief will be short of money? People are far less alert than you think, especially when you have a calculating and unintentional idea."

As she said that, she raised the police officer's badge again.

"Oh!" The police officer was immediately displeased.

Qu Shuanghua was having a good time and said with a smile: "I won't tease you anymore, but this case is from Jingxi Province. Although the people who came to the 82nd City District were also from Jingxi Province, it cannot be said that it must be related, right? Maybe it's a coincidence? Do you have evidence?"

An Xiaoyu smiled mysteriously, handed them another piece of electronics and said, "You guys look at this again."

Qu Shuanghua took it, looked at the contents with the policeman, then looked at the time again, and was immediately surprised: "This is...this is too..."

The electronic board is not a case file or a supernatural news, but a horror novel. The author of the novel is of course Wu Youya, and the story was published just the second day after Geng Chunmin's real death, which is almost the same as Fei Bengbo's case this time.

This story is about the story of Hu Ling.

The pot spirit is a legend that has been widely passed down from the empire. Because in the history of a dynasty that followed the Three Thousand Empires, pot artifacts were revered as objects of gods as sacrificial items. They often play very supernatural roles and have derived many legends about pot artifacts.

The most famous story is the legend of raising people in pots, which is the so-called pot spirit.

The Hu Ling is a magical spirit body raised by man. The earliest legend of the Hu Ling dates back to before the founding of the Three Thousand Empires. Jing Santing once popularized such a classic legend to An Xiaoyu.

Legend has it that in a small village of a dynasty before the founding of the Three Thousand Empires, there was a small peasant who had no hope of living. The small peasant's mother died a long time ago, and his father died of illness when he was seventeen. When he was dying, he held the small peasant's hand and told him that there was actually a very beautiful pot in the house. If it was really time to unload the pot, he could sell it for money.

After explaining the funeral, the old farmer took his last breath.

The little farmer buried his father with grief. After the mourning was over, he found a sophisticated pot in the secret space he said. He had never seen such a beautiful pot in his life. Even the priceless pots he saw when he went to the city were far less beautiful than his own.

But he didn't plan to take out the pot for money, not only because he was afraid of being robbed or cheated, but because of his father. The old farmer did not take out the pot for sale until he died of illness, which shows that the pot for him was very important to their family.

The small farmer firmly believes that he will be able to survive well and pass on this pot. In order to support himself, he gets up early and works in the fields every day, takes care of the crops during busy farming, and goes to the town or the city to do two short-term jobs during slack farming, and is so tired that he hits the back of his head.

However, every morning before getting up and going to bed at night, he would wipe the unsatisfactory pottery, then hold it in his arms and talk to it for a while, and say everything he said, including the work he did outside, the money he earned, and how the crops grew.

He regarded the pot as his real relative.

Slowly, after a few years, the small farmer grew up to young people, saved some money over the years, and renovated his house at home. He still regarded the pot as his relative every day, placed it in the closest position, and talked to the pot every day.

People in the village said that the little peasant was crazy and regarded the pot as his dead father. Some people also said that there was a terrible monster hidden in the pot, seducing the little peasant, making him unable to die without the control of the pot, and he was always deeply involved in it.

People gradually began to alienate small farmers, but he didn't care at all.

In his opinion, as long as he lives well, it is enough to have a pot left by his father. As for getting married, he can go to the town if he makes money, and he will be afraid of rumors here flying into the town? So he has always been very relieved.

But just as he was about to move to the town, something happened suddenly.

In order to save enough money to go to the town, he spent all his money on buying seeds of precious rice and purchased the most expensive fertilizer, preparing to take advantage of the last year to quadruple his assets. Of course, he has this confidence that he is a farmer in the village.

Unfortunately, planning depends on people and success depends on heaven.

This year, a huge drought occurred nearby, and the small farmers lost all their money. The next year, he used the only little money left to prepare ordinary seeds and planned to start over. But in the summer of the next year, there was still no rain in the village.

There is a long flowing water near the village, and the water flow in the long flowing water has never stopped. They all say that this is a gift from the mountain god. However, the long flowing water is a bit far away from the village. If you want to rely on the long flowing water to irrigate the crops, you can only help each other to lift water to water.

Of course, the small farmers wanted to do this, but the villagers had already determined that the small farmers were confused by monsters and did not intend to communicate with him at all, and they didn't even want to look at him. The small farmers had to go to Changliu River alone to pick up water and then irrigate into their own fields.

Unfortunately, a person's power is ultimately a drop in the bucket.

The crops in that era were not genetically modified seeds, and the harvest efficiency was very low. If you want to support a person, you need to plant a lot of land, and the water you need became a problem. The small farmers did not have the help of other villagers. As the crops were about to die, they could only work harder.

Not long after, the small farmer fell ill.

During the illness, the little farmer was a little dazed, as if he saw his father appearing beside him. He held the pot and sobbed in a low voice, telling his pain and unwillingness. The next day, the little farmer found that his illness had been cured.

Only then did he realize that his pottery might not be an ordinary thing. He carefully observed the inside and outside of the pottery and found some unusual things. He seemed to have seen a shadow of a villain inside the pottery, but the shadow was a little unclear, and it would be impossible to see clearly without looking carefully.

Although the small farmer was mentally prepared, he was still very scared. He tried to ask what the figure in the pot was, but no one answered him. Then there was a scream outside. The small farmer ran out quickly and saw a cumulonimbus cloud floating in the air and the rain landed in a rush.

But what is strange is that the area covered by rain is only the area of ​​small farmers' fields.

Such a scene scared the villagers. They all said that they offended the mountain god, Rain God, which led to such a result. They also said that the small farmers were the reincarnation of immortals. However, the small farmers knew that all this was the credit of the pot.

With rain, the small farmers no longer have to pick up water, and his crops returned to normal. Whenever water was needed, a rain would fall into his fields, making other villagers jealous. But no one dared to come to the small farmers and said, and no one dared to look here.

It was because of contempt before, but now it was because of awe.

The little farmer enjoyed the awe of the villagers and saved his crops. Of course, he was very happy. Now he treated the pot as his own daughter-in-law, holding the pot every day and talking to the villain inside, hoping that the pot spirit inside would promise him one day.

As his attitude became more and more pious and gentle, the figure of the Hu Ling began to become more and more solid.

In the third year, the drought continued, and people died every day outside. On the contrary, this small mountain village survived due to the long flow of water, and the crop yield of small farmers was still increasing. He planted the remaining rice seeds in the fields without hesitation and sold the produced rice to the rich.

When the food price was like gold due to the drought, the small farmers made a lot of money, and then in the fourth year, the drought disappeared. The grain price returned to normal, and the small farmers also took their pots to leave the small mountain village, moved to the city, and opened a shop selling pots.

Perhaps because of the spirit of the pot, the small farmers' vision of looking at pots is very accurate, where they are produced, how craftsmanship, how much history is, how much money can they be worth, and they can see through it with a glance at it. So his business is getting better and better, and the store is getting bigger and bigger.

Later, people called him Boss Boss.

The owner of the pot is rich, but he doesn't like women, but he likes a pot that is so beautiful that it is.

After waiting for so many years, the pot owner's pot spirit has finally taken shape. It has formed its own body, like a little man the size of a thumb, looking cute and charming, with the charm of this pot. The pot owner regards it as his only companion in his life.

Hu Ling doesn't like to speak, and it doesn't speak well, but it can bring good luck to Hu Boss every time, or something magical. Hu Boss is happy to spend the rest of his life with Hu Ling, and the matchmaker can't even knock on his door even if he breaks his hand.

However, just as he was enjoying the rest of his life, the war began.

The ancient tribes began to conquer humans in an all-round way. Originally, they were already facing threats from the tribes of the ten thousand. Just as the boss of the Hu was about to move away, a team of alien cavalry suddenly descended outside their city.

The sudden outbreak of this invasion made no one react. The city defenders were not large enough, and they did not last for half a day under the crushing of alien races. The ancient tribes surrounded the city and began to massacre the residents in the city.

Boss Hu’s home is no exception. The first thing the aliens found was the most impressive building in the city. They rushed into Boss Hu’s yard, killed his servants, killed his maids, and killed him. All the living things in the yard, and in the end, only Boss Hu was left.

The boss of the pot was hid in the cellar with the pot spirit in his arms, but was still discovered.
Chapter completed!