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Chapter 41 Palmistry

"Do you know why you ask this?"

Ning Qianqian asked curiously, as if she wanted to know what Chen Haodong was going to do.

"Check information on the recent deceased."

Chen Haodong said directly without hiding anything.

"You take me there, and I will help you find the files."

Ning Qianqian blinked and looked at Chen Haodong.

"good."

Ning Qianqian smiled and said she would take Chen Haodong later, as it was still very late now.

"You said you were a Taoist priest and could tell my fortune for me."

Ning Qianqian suddenly thought of something and spoke again.

"What the hell."

"Calculating life and death, this life and past lives."

Ning Qianqian looked very excited and couldn't hide her charming smile.

"It doesn't matter."

Just kidding, Chen Haodong would definitely not calculate this for others. This is a secret, and whoever reveals it will definitely suffer disaster in the rest of his life.

The most severe cases are those of this generation, and the younger generation either gets into a car accident or becomes seriously ill until death.

Therefore, this is one of the reasons why Fuxi later changed the innate Bagua to the acquired Bagua after he became a righteous person.

"Are you really a Taoist priest?"

When Ning Qianqian heard what Chen Haodong said, she joked and laughed.

"Then give me your hand and I'll help you figure out the rest."

Chen Haodong hesitated for a moment. After all, some things could still be calculated and told to others.

Ning Qianqian said nothing and handed her hand to Chen Haodong. Chen Haodong touched the snow-white skin and looked at her palm.

Chen Haodong frowned when he looked at Ning Qianqian's lifeline. Fortunately, Ning Qianqian didn't notice Chen Haodong's eyes.

"The first number is the ridge, the second number is the kun, the third number is the earthquake and the fourth number is the middle division, the fifth number is the middle palace, the sixth number is the stem, the seventh number is the eighth gen and the ninth is the departure gate."

Discovering that a section of Ning Qianqian's lifeline was broken, Chen Haodong counted it with his fingers and recited the Eight Diagrams formula for the day after tomorrow.

"How old are you?"

"Twenty-one, have you figured out something?"

Ning Qianqian asked doubtfully.

"It's okay, your future life will be smooth sailing."

Chen Haodong really couldn't bear to tell her the truth. There would be a life and death disaster in the next two years. There was an 80% chance of death, so Chen Haodong told a lie.

If Chen Haodong knew the innate gossip, he would be able to calculate 100% of the time, minutes and seconds when her disaster would occur. He had no choice but to calculate it.

Yes, basically no one is born with gossip.

"Thanks."

Ning Qianqian still believed it. After all, everyone likes to hear good words, which is why some people like to tell fortunes with sweet words.

Why do some people dare not tell the real reason? Some people are afraid of offending others. Some people don't have a way to solve it, so they don't want to say yes. Some people want to make money, so there are so many charlatans.

After chatting for a while, Ning Qianqian asked Chen Haodong to go out for supper, and she said she wanted to treat him to a meal as a thank you.

Seeing that Chen Haodong only had one portion of fried rice, he insisted on adding some other vegetables, but Chen Haodong refused. Chen Haodong saw that she did not belong to a rich family.

After returning to the duty room and resting for a while, Ning Qianqian took Chen Haodong to the archives room.

"Aunt Yang, it's convenient for us to come in and check some information."

After Ning Qianqian finished speaking, she handed Aunt Yang a piece of egg fried rice.

"It turns out Qianqian is here. Just come here and bring anything else."

The aunt was so polite, but she still picked up the fried rice and opened the door.

Chen Haodong and Chen Haodong walked into the archives room and found the death file in the cabinet.

"Why are you still looking for me like this?"

Ning Qianqian watched Chen Haodong rummaging through the cabinet.

"How else can I find it?"

Chen Haodong asked doubtfully.

"When do you find it this way? Use a computer to find it."

Ning Qianqian glanced at Chen Haodong. If he hadn't known him, he would have been looked at as a fool by others.

"Help me find the death records for this month."

Chen Haodong said without blushing, Chen Haodong has never used a computer, he only watched it on TV.

Xuan Xin Sect had nothing at first. Later, Chen Haodong begged his old fox for a long time to get a second-hand TV, and then he learned about computers.

Ning Qianqian turned on the computer, asked Aunt Yang to enter the password, and then opened the file.

Ning Qianqian skillfully searched for keywords, and soon a list of more than a dozen death records came out.

Chen Haodong looked on and found six women dead and five men dead.

"Suddenly Chen Haodong saw the male death file on his computer.

"Stop this guy."

Chen Haodong looked carefully. The gender was A, the age was thirty-two, and the date of birth was August 14, 1987. The cause of death was cerebral hemorrhage at 10:15.

I also looked at the files of other deceased persons.

We found that they all have one characteristic, that is, they die within fifteen to twenty minutes, either from myocardial infarction, cerebral hemorrhage or heart disease.

Chen Haodong guessed that the deceased was so frightened when he saw dirty things when he was about to die. This caused such symptoms, so special attention should be paid to this point.

Thinking that the deceased just appeared at this time, Chen Haodong suddenly thought of something. These souls were controlled and became his own power, so that he could control the ghosts to do things.

"Okay, let's go."

Chen Haodong said something

After saying hello, Chen Haodong and Ning Qianqian came to the duty room. One asked Chen Haodong if he knew anything. It was impossible for Chen Haodong to tell her. The more he knew, the more panicked he became.

"Take me to the morgue to have a look. The file says that the family members of the deceased have not yet collected it."

Chen Haodong said.

"Ah, going to the morgue so late? It's eerie."

However, Ning Qianqian still took Chen Haodong to the morgue, but the administrator said they were not allowed to enter, saying that it would destroy the deceased, so the two of them left.

Chen Haodong wanted to move everyone in the hospital, but he was afraid that the dirty things would be moved and harm people again, which would cause trouble.

At this time, Chen Haodong's phone rang and he saw it was Wu Yali calling.

"Officer Wu, what do you want to do so late?"

"Is there anything unusual in your hospital today?"

Chen Haodong told her about the toilet, and then told her the pattern of the death of the deceased.

"Hey, if you don't come to our psychic department, you're just burying your talent."

Listening to Chen Haodong's clear and logical analysis proved that it was right to call him an instructor before.

"Then I will come to work with you tomorrow."

Wu Yali joked on the phone.

Chen Haodong ignored him and hung up the phone.

"Chen Haodong, are we friends?"

Ning Qianqian pouted and asked.

Chen Haodong nodded as an answer.

Ning Qianqian suddenly pulled Chen Haodong and asked coquettishly.

"Since we are friends, do you know what big thing will happen? Just tell me, okay?"

"No, working hard is the best way."

Ning Qianqian snorted coldly and said, "When will you tell me the reason, then talk to Chen Haodong?" As expected, she ignored Chen Haodong all night.
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