Unorthodox methods, cultivating immortality relies on rich women

Seeing Shen Qingzhou's fierce appearance, the mother-in-law finally admitted honestly, "I didn't see the murderer. I was inside the house that day."

"That's right, it wasn't in vain that I offered you incense." Shen Qingzhou smiled.

"Talking nonsense" is not an adjective for ghosts; the older the ghost, the more likely it is to lie.

The reason we use "easy" instead of "like" is because ghosts don't actually intend to lie.

Rather, it is because the loss of the physical body leads to the loss of the ability to perceive and store memories for a long time. However, the loss does not mean the absence of these memories. When the missing perceptions and fragmented memories are activated, the soul will fill in these memories based on past experiences.

This is similar to brain repair in humans; it's the same principle.

So sometimes, even ghosts themselves believe the lies they tell.

It's fortunate that Shen Qingzhou arrived early. If she had arrived a few months later, even if Shen Qingzhou had exposed the other party, her mother-in-law wouldn't have believed that she was lying and would have thought that Shen Qingzhou was slandering her.

"What exactly is the situation? Do you know anything about it?"

This time, the old woman honestly replied, "After that girl died, her ghost lingered in the alley for a few days, so I saw her, chatted with her for a bit, and even told her about being a ghost..."

Shen Qingzhou listened attentively, and he could tell that the other party was not lying this time.

Did she describe what the killer looked like?

"No, because she was slit in the throat from behind, so she didn't see the person's face clearly. But she said the person smelled fishy and... and there was a scar on the back of his right hand..." the old woman said thoughtfully.

"Anything else?"

"there is none left."

"Thank you, Grandma."

Shen Qingzhou looked down at the incense on the ground, which was half-burnt. After her mother-in-law inhaled the incense, her soul became more solid and no longer felt like it would dissipate with a gust of wind when they first met.

"You'd better hurry up and report to the underworld. If you hadn't met me today, you probably wouldn't have lasted much longer and your soul would have long since dissipated. Sigh, at your age, what is there left in this world for you to cherish? And doesn't anyone in your family burn incense and paper money for you?"

Ghosts cannot linger in the human world for long. The longer they stay, the weaker their souls become. Unless someone burns paper money and incense to worship them, they will eventually be scattered and their souls will dissipate.

Of course, this is not absolute, and there are many special cases, which will not be elaborated here.

Shen Qingzhou's mother-in-law didn't listen to her advice, only smiling and saying, "Wait a little longer, wait a little longer..."

"What are you waiting for?"

"I'm waiting for my son; I don't feel comfortable leaving him alone."

"How old is your son? You're still worried about him?" Shen Qingzhou looked at the other person with a surprised expression.

According to his estimation, his mother-in-law's son was probably in his fifties or sixties.

Sure enough, I heard my mother-in-law say, "He is sixty-eight years old this year, born in 1947, the year of the pig."

"He's so old, what else do you have to worry about?"

"Sigh, he's had health problems since childhood, and as he's gotten older, he's been taking medication year-round, just toughing it out. His wife is also a handful; how can I possibly feel at ease..."

As her mother-in-law spoke, her eyes welled up with tears, and Shen Qingzhou didn't know how to comfort her.

He couldn't understand this kind of motherly love for her son because he had never experienced it as a child.

Then he thought of the man handing out flyers on the overpass, and for a moment he felt a sense of emptiness.

So she said, "Grandma, I'm leaving now."

Then he turned around and left.

Seeing Shen Qingzhou leave without looking back, the old woman sighed, looked down at the burnt-out incense on the ground, and turned to walk into a low bungalow next to her.

As Shen Qingzhou left the alley, she couldn't help but feel troubled.

Although the clues given by the mother-in-law were few, they were crucial.

However, even if you provide these two clues directly to the police, you can't expect to get the money in the short term, because you still have to wait until they catch the suspect, and there are too many variables involved.

So he decided to find the person first and then notify Chang Shengli to arrest him. This would be faster and safer.

Since the mother-in-law said the other person smelled fishy, ​​it's highly likely that the other person works in the seafood industry. Of course, it's also possible that the other person just happened to kill a fish.

But how should I put it, nowadays very few people will kill the fish themselves when they buy them; they usually kill them and take them home.

Seeing that it was still early, Shen Qingzhou decided to go to the nearby vegetable market first.

I asked some local residents and found out that there are two vegetable markets nearby. The closest one is less than two kilometers away, and the far one is three or four kilometers away, and they are in opposite directions.

There are supermarkets, but they are all small supermarkets and do not sell aquatic products.

So Shen Qingzhou went to the nearest vegetable market.

The nearest market is called "Limin Market". It is not very big, but it has a lot of vegetables. In addition to vegetables, it has chicken, duck, fish and meat. Not only are the animals slaughtered on the spot, but there are also cooked food available.

Shen Qingzhou strolled around the market and finally his gaze fell on a fishmonger.

Calling him a fishmonger isn't quite accurate; to be precise, he's selling semi-finished sauerkraut fish.

It's the kind of big grass carp that they fillet for you on the spot, then marinate and season it for you. You take it home, boil water, add the pickled cabbage packet and fish fillets, and it's ready to eat.

"Boss, give me one." Shen Qingzhou stepped forward and said.

Then he lit a cigarette for himself.

"Okay, how much do you want?"

The boss glanced up at the other person, only to find that the swirling smoke obscured the person's face, making it impossible to see clearly for a moment, but he didn't care.

The fishmonger was a middle-aged man in his forties, about 1.75 meters tall, slightly overweight, and with a kind face. However, a mole on his right cheek ruined his overall appearance, making him look somewhat cunning.

"Give me fifty dollars' worth."

The man's height and build were very similar to what my mother-in-law had described, and because he had been killing fish for a long time, he had a strong fishy smell. Unfortunately, he was wearing gloves, so I couldn't see if he had any knife scars on his hands.

There was fresh fish meat on the side, and the fishmonger quickly sliced ​​it into pieces before weighing it.

"Fifty-five, is that alright?"

"Okay, give me another packet of spicy seasoning."

As Shen Qingzhou spoke, he gently exhaled smoke rings towards the fishmonger.

The smoke ring hit the fishmonger's face directly and then scattered.

Before the fishmonger could get angry, the other person's originally clear eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of white mist, and their expression became blank.

At this moment, the other party was completely under Shen Qingzhou's control, and would answer whatever question was asked.

Although Shen Qingzhou was skilled at controlling ghosts, he was also adept at controlling people when necessary.

Shen Qingzhou quickly got the answer he wanted, and carrying the cleaned fish, he leisurely left Limin Market.

As for the fishmonger, he had no recollection of what had just happened.

Unfortunately, the fishmonger was not the murderer.

Sure enough, even after understanding the suspect's characteristics, it wasn't easy to catch him.

However, Shen Qingzhou did not give up just like that.

If Qingzhou Information Consulting Firm only has this much ability, how will it grow bigger and stronger in the future?

After raising an army for a thousand days, it's time to use it for one. It's time for those "people" he's been training to help out with some work.

Shen Qingzhou stepped onto the overpass again, only this time with a plate of fish slices in his hand.

Jiang Xinyue is still alive, but she has far fewer missing person posters on her hands.

Shen Qingzhou thought for a moment, then walked directly towards the other person.

As for whether the person chooses to continue living bravely or chooses death after learning about their daughter's whereabouts, that is their own business.

Shen Qingzhou chose to respect the fate of others.

Because sometimes, some people live a life worse than death, and this young mother in front of us is one such example.

For her, living was a torment.