"Well, I like your self-confidence." The old man smiled and took out a pile of money from his pocket. "This is my bonus this month, and 2,000 yuan is a little reward. This is not a place to talk, sir. Can we talk for a second?"

"no problem"
Xiao-long Zhou also you’re welcome to take the money and put it in his pocket, then pick up the rehmannia paper and fold it, and put it in his pocket.
Chapter 16 Flying glutinous rice head
There is a teahouse not far from the Great Zen Temple, and not many people are suitable for talking about things.
The old man took Zhou Xiaolong into the teahouse and found a quiet place to sit and asked for two cups of green tea.
"Do you know what I found you without looking for someone else?" The old man said with a smile
"Because of the old man, you have a good eye!" Zhou Xiaolong also smiled.
"Haha, I caught thieves for most of my life, especially those eyes. I can tell at a glance that I have walked all the way, but I can see from your eyes that you are not lying."
"Old man, it seems that I didn’t guess wrong. You are probably the head of the yamen?"
"Ha ha, it’s interesting to catch the head." The old man nodded. "Right, right, almost. Before I retired, I was the captain of the Interpol Brigade of the City Bureau. In ancient times, we should be called catching the head."
"Since you are the leader of the yamen, old man, it’s natural that you should ask my Xuanmendi for help?"
"To tell you the truth, this young gentleman, I recently encountered a strange thing. It’s very strange that I can’t figure it out by relying on our criminal police to solve the case. Today, I went to the Great Buddhist Monastery on vacation without knowing it, and I met you by accident when I wanted to find an expert to consult."
"Oh, I see. So what strange thing happened to you, old man?" Zhou Xiaolong came to the interest.
The old man sitting in front of him is called Zheng Xuewu. He likes to be called Lao Zheng.
The captain of the Interpol Brigade of Laozheng City Bureau retired last year.
However, Lao Zheng is full of energy and can’t stay at home. What’s the case in the police force? Lao Zheng always likes to guide a young police officer with blending.
It was very late when Lao Zheng came home from the police force three days ago, and it was almost early in the morning.
There is an alley behind the city bureau office building. Lao Zheng likes to take this alley to cut corners.
On this night, there was no moon, and it was dark and opaque. I don’t know when there was a white fog on the ground, and there was no figure around it.
Lao Zheng has been in the criminal police business for decades, and he is particularly courageous. He groped his way forward in the dark, but it didn’t take long before he heard someone calling his name behind him.
As soon as Lao Zheng’s footsteps stopped, he misheard him, but soon the sound sounded again, and some ethereal people couldn’t recognize whether it was a man or a woman.
But this time Lao Zheng listened to the truth, and someone definitely called his name.
Who called Lao Zheng’s name in the dead of night? !
At that time, Lao Zheng was a little scared, but Lao Zheng also knew that even if someone called his name, he would never promise.
What? It’s common sense. Many people know it.
When Lao Zheng was young, he heard from the old criminal investigation team that if a person walks at night and hears something calling his name, nine times out of ten, there are monsters who want to hurt people.
For example, some weasels and goblins have limited mana and can’t tell the strength of personal yang. If they touch a strong man with yang, they generally don’t dare to harm them by "naming names" to test each other.
People who can hear propaganda are generally people who are in poor health, depressed spirit or weak innate words, and always have weak yang.
If you want to promise, you will expose your own defects. You will immediately have to be hooked by the dirty things behind you. When body double died.
The only way to do this is to pretend not to hear anything, and never look back when you go all the way.
Lao Zheng crustily skin of head walked all the way forward, and that thing behind him shouted several times in succession, and his name didn’t move
But it wasn’t long before Lao Zheng felt that something had touched his back.
Laozheng suddenly felt a shiver and felt a freezing chill, and the goose bumps on his neck jumped straight.
It’s very bad to wear thin clothes in summer.
Superstitious people say that a normal person has three yang fire.
One on the top of your head and two on both sides of your shoulders.
Three yang fires will automatically ignite at night to prevent those unclean things from harming people.
There is a similar description in the metaphysical door that there are three fires in the human body that represent happiness, wealth and longevity, as well as essence, qi and spirit.
Simply put, it is a kind of phosgene shield for human body to prevent some evil energy from invading.
But if you look back, three yang fires will go out.
If all three fires are put out, the human yang will drop to a lowest point, and it will be very dangerous then.
But Lao Zheng doesn’t care about this. He doesn’t believe in evil and insists on turning to look at it.
But at this point, even if Laozheng was bold enough, he was shocked by what he saw in front of him.
Just behind Lao Zheng, there is a ball floating, which looks like a small ball, with a gray face and two eyes, but the eyes are still.
Lao Zheng raised his arm and swung it round, so he slapped that thing and it fell to the ground and was smashed.
Lao Zheng looked down at the palm of his hand and felt very sticky. When he smelled it, it seemed that there was a smell of glutinous rice cutting cakes.
What the hell is this? !
Lao Zheng took a hand barrel thug with him to take a photo of the ground.
Only then can I see clearly that it is really a cooked glutinous rice dough with two things similar to eyes, namely, two jujubes inserted and candied dates.
This point is that a piece of glutinous rice is cut into a big ball and two candied dates are inserted, which looks like a human head.
But there is no silk thread on the surface. How can this thing fly? !
Lao Zheng couldn’t figure it out. He just wanted to find a plastic bag to wrap this glutinous rice head and take it home to study it.
But when he was looking for a plastic bag, a wild dog suddenly jumped out and bit the glutinous rice head and ran away in an instant.
Lao Zheng’s attempt to chase wild dogs has disappeared, and old Zheng Hao gave up.
After this strange thing happened, Lao Zheng told several colleagues about it the next day. Everyone thought that Lao Zheng was too old to see presbyopia. Was he too tired?
You can’t blame others for not believing that a lump can fly and cut cakes. Who will believe it?
Lao Zheng certainly believes that he is not dazzled because he found many glutinous rice grains when he went home to wash his hands.
If you are hallucinating, what about the glutinous rice left in your palm?
Lao Zheng is very concerned about this matter. Nothing can fly and cut cakes.
But the only similar news is about a kind of Nanyang witchcraft called flying head.
But that’s a real human head, not a glutinous rice ball
Lao Zheng is a criminal policeman. His occupation is decryption.
Moreover, Lao Zheng is still a Virgo. Once there is a problem that makes him incredible, if he doesn’t crack it, he will have a kind of pain in his heart.
Chapter 17 The enemy is proud and charming.
Knowing the puzzle in his heart, Lao Zheng thought that with the help of mysticism, he wanted to ask a mysterious person if he could help him solve the puzzle.
In this way, Virgo Lao Zheng can feel better.
After listening to Zhou Xiaolong, he also felt that there was something strange about it. How can a glutinous rice head fly? !
Zhou Xiaolong, who thought of flying his head, soon thought of an ancient Nanyang witchcraft that Master had told him.
It is said that some black witches in Nanyang practice witchcraft to a certain extent, which can keep their heads away from their bodies. This witchcraft is called flying head down.
However, Lao Zheng said that this is obviously not a head, and it seems that it is not much different from flying heads.
It’s a pity that it was taken away by wild dogs. Zhou Xiaolong can’t see the real thing, which is hard to speculate.
Thought of here, Zhou Xiaolong said what he was thinking.
It happened three nights ago, and the distance is not long now. If you go to that alley again, you may find some clues, which may help solve the puzzle.
Lao Zheng is an old criminal investigator. Of course, he knows this. He nodded and said, "Well, I’ll make a phone call and find a car before it’s too late. Let’s go and have a look!"
Walking to the river from the teahouse, there is a police car parked in front of it, and a young woman is waiting eagerly.
Lao Zheng raised his hand and pointed, "Mr. Xiao, do you see that’s our car?"
They walked quickly towards the car and approached Zhou Xiaolong, who looked up at the woman’s heart and was surprised.
This woman looks like Xia Xue, almost mid-twenties.