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"Master Wang, are you alright?"

"Stop it...let me sleep a little longer..."

Then he turned over and continued snoring.

Qin Ming: "..."

That's why he came.

On the surface, he wanted to inquire about the progress of the religious ceremony, but in reality... he wanted to see if he could get a free bite of dog meat.

Standing there, I looked at the mess on the table, with two empty wine bottles lying on their sides and only a little soup left in the bowls.

A clay pot was mostly empty, and you could still see a few cleanly gnawed dog bones inside. I suddenly felt both annoyed and amused.

What's infuriating is that these two "masters" actually stewed and ate the dog meat, leaving not a single piece.

What's funny is that I was actually worried about them getting into trouble, but they're here eating and drinking to their hearts' content, completely drunk and unconscious.

Qin Ming looked around the kitchen and saw that the iron pot was still on the stove, with a little bit of burnt glutinous rice left in it.

Qin Ming hesitated for a moment, then reached out, broke off a piece, and put it in his mouth.

Mmm, smells good.

It's cold and a bit hard.

He chewed on the crispy rice crust and then wandered around the kitchen again.

Dog bones, empty bowls, empty wine bottles...etc.

Qin Ming suddenly realized something was wrong.

Aren't there two black dogs?

Even if it's stewed, there should still be a lot of meat.

But the earthenware pot in front of them was empty, and there were only a few dog bones on the table, definitely not enough meat for two dogs.

And... there's only this little bit of crispy rice left at the bottom of the pot.

Are they both that amazing?

Did they eat all the dog meat and glutinous rice?

Qin Ming frowned.

He walked over to the earthenware pot, scooped some out with a spoon, and found that there were indeed only bones left inside; all the meat had been removed.

He opened the cupboard again and looked inside; there were no other containers.

Could it be... that Master Yan took the dog meat away?

This thought stirred something within Qin Ming.

Right, where is Master Yan?

Master Wang is completely drunk here, but where is Master Yan?

Did he eat it all by himself and take the rest of the dog meat back to his room?

Thinking of this, Qin Ming immediately turned around, left the kitchen, and rushed back upstairs.

He stood at the door of Master Yan's room, and this time, without any politeness, he pounded on the door: "Master Yan! Master Yan, are you there? It's me, Qin Ming, open the door quickly!"

A rustling sound came from the room, like someone turning over in bed, or maybe... trembling?

Qin Ming's ears perked up.

He pressed his ear against the door and listened carefully; he could hear distinct, rapid, and heavy breathing inside.

There was also the sound of the blanket rubbing together, and... the sound of teeth chattering?

"Master Yan?"

Qin Ming called out again, "Are you alright? Open the door!"

The sounds in the room suddenly stopped, as if the person inside was holding their breath.

But Qin Ming heard it clearly just now; there were definitely people inside, and their condition was not right.

Could something have happened to Master Yan?

Sudden illness?

still is……

Qin Ming's heart jumped again.

He recalled the recent bizarre murders, Zhang Jianguo's mysterious disappearance in the jeep, and the children's corpses in the warehouse...

"Master Yan! If you don't open the door, I'll break it down!"

Qin Ming raised his voice.

There was still no response from inside the room.

Without further hesitation, Qin Ming took two steps back, took a deep breath, and slammed his head against the door.

"Bang!"

The wooden door slammed shut, and dust fell from the door frame.

But the door didn't open; it just shook.

Qin Ming rubbed his sore shoulder, preparing to do it again.

Inside the room, Master Yan was huddled under the covers, trembling like a leaf.

When Qin Ming knocked on the door just now, he was so scared that he almost wet his pants.

Evil spirits are back!

It must be an evil spirit!

Master Yan screamed inwardly.

During the day, he would pretend to perform rituals to ward off evil spirits, but at night, evil spirits would come knocking on his door.

Is he trying to kill me?

Are they not even acting anymore?

Did you lie to me and say you couldn't open the door, then force it open?

Master Yan covered his mouth tightly, not daring to make a sound.

He recalled a folk legend that evil spirits would imitate the voices of acquaintances to trick people into opening the door before harming them.

Once the door opens, you'll be face-to-face, with no way to escape.

He didn't want to die!

"Bang bang!!"

Two more bangings were heard on the door.

The door groaned under the strain.

Master Yan could no longer hold on.

He rolled off the bed, wrapped himself in the blanket, knelt on the floor, and frantically kowtowed towards the door, begging for mercy incoherently:

"Sir, sir, please don't bump into it! The dog meat and glutinous rice are all gone, really gone. If you want to eat them, I'll make them for you next time."

I have no grudge against you. If you want to kill someone, kill those who have offended you. I am innocent. I'm just a laborer trying to make a living. I haven't harmed anyone.

Qin Ming, who was outside the door, was about to ram the door again when he heard this and suddenly stopped.

His expression shifted from anxiety to confusion, from confusion to sudden realization, and finally to... a kind of absurdity that was both laughable and pathetic.

Good guy.

Qin Ming cursed inwardly.

He thought these two were "masters" with some skill but little ability, who could take the blame, but he never expected that they were actually frauds.

What "replenishing one's origin," what "physical exorcism," what "experts from the special case investigation team"...

That's all nonsense.

These two are just con artists. I don't know how they infiltrated the department's investigation team, but they came here to freeload and try to gain some credit.

Qin Ming suddenly felt very tired.

It's not physical exhaustion, it's mental exhaustion.

In these three days, he experienced too many strange things, saw too many dead people, and endured too much pressure.

Now that we finally see a glimmer of "hope," experts are sent from above, but it turns out they're frauds.

How can this case be solved?

He stood at the doorway, silent for a long time.

You deserve to be blamed.

Inside the room, Master Yan was still kowtowing and begging for mercy, his voice growing softer and softer until it finally turned into sobs.

Qin Ming took a deep breath, raised his hand and knocked on the door. This time, he knocked very lightly and with great restraint.

"Master Yan, I am Qin Ming, the head of the special task force of the Criminal Investigation Team of the Municipal Public Security Bureau. I am not an evil spirit. Please open the door and let's talk."

The room was silent for a few seconds.

Then, Master Yan's trembling voice came through: "You...you're really Captain Qin?"

"Genuine or genuine."

Qin Ming said, "If you don't believe me, you can look through the crack in the door."

A few more seconds of silence followed.

Then, a rustling sound came from under the door. Master Yan really lay down on the ground and looked out through the crack in the door.

"Did you see it clearly?" Qin Ming asked.

The door opened.

Master Yan's pale face appeared behind the crack in the door, his eyes bloodshot and filled with fear.

When he saw clearly that it was indeed Qin Ming standing outside the door, and that Qin Ming was the only one there, he collapsed to the ground and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Captain Qin... Captain Qin..."

Master Yan's voice was still trembling, "You...you scared me to death..."

Qin Ming pushed open the door and went inside.

The room was a mess, and Master Yan's face was covered in tears and snot, completely unlike his ethereal and otherworldly demeanor during the day.

"Master Yan,"

Qin Ming sat down on the edge of the bed, lit a cigarette, and said, "Can you tell me what exactly happened?"

Master Yan opened his mouth, wanting to make something up, but when he saw Qin Ming's sharp eyes, he closed his mouth again.

He lowered his head and remained silent.

They were caught.

"If you won't say it, I'll say it for you."

Qin Ming exhaled a smoke ring. "You two are supposed to be masters sent from above, but you don't have any real skills, right?"

Master Yan's body trembled.

……