Su Chen bit the fried dough sticks into pieces with a "crunch", and slowly put a spoonful of the pot-side paste into his mouth. Then he looked at the middle-aged man curiously.
"Uncle, what do you want to count?"
The middle-aged man had already stretched out his hand and without explanation, grabbed his right hand holding the fried dough sticks, squeezed it hard, and then let go: "Master, you have to help me."
Lao Zhang stretched his ears.
"I've been having nightmares lately and waking up every night. When I wake up, I find there are constant rustling noises in the house. I thought it was mice, but I searched everywhere and couldn't find any. Occasionally, there are also very creepy screams. Those screams... sound like ghosts~"
The middle-aged man pointed to his dark circles and said, "Master, look at my eyes. I haven't closed them for three days and three nights. As soon as I close my eyes, those voices appear!"
"My sister came to visit me last night and told me that you, Master, helped my niece escape danger. That's why I came to you for help. Master, please help me calculate whether I accidentally angered someone. Please help me to intercede. I really didn't mean to do it. Can I burn paper money for her?"
Su Chen was happy when he heard that.
This is really a desperate attempt to find a cure.
Don't you usually just go to the clerk in this situation? Why did you find this fortune teller?
He looked at the middle-aged man carefully again and comforted him:
"Uncle, forget about the others. If you really angered someone, it definitely wouldn't be that guy underground."
The man was stunned: "W-what do you mean?"
Lao Zhang understood: "What I mean is, since you didn't provoke that thing, are you just suspicious?"
"Impossible, how can I do this when I'm fine?"
A customer at the stall also heard this and asked, "Brother, could it be that you've been under a lot of pressure at work lately, or perhaps you're worried about being owed wages?"
Recently, many factories in Cuicheng have not been performing well. Many of them do not pay or pay less wages. I heard that some are about to go bankrupt.
The middle-aged man waved his hands repeatedly: "No way! I'm a civil servant."
Lao Zhang nodded subconsciously when he heard this: "That's really no pressure."
Su Chen also knew from the original owner's memory that civil servants at that time not only had a stable job, but also had a good life when they went to the village to do business, and they could return with a lot of things. There was no pressure or worries, right?
The young man who had asked the question earlier was also puzzled: "Then why did you have a nightmare, big brother?"
"So, I'm definitely being entangled. Master, you're really capable. You have to help me."
"I must have picked it up in one of the villages I went to, but we had a lot of work to do before the New Year, so we went to many villages, at least a dozen. I don't know which village I picked it up in."
Su Chen endured it and smiled: "Uncle, you really are not contaminated by Yin Qi."
He has already entered the door. Although his level is too shallow and he needs to get close to feel the Yin energy, he should not be able to make a mistake in distinguishing between its presence and absence, right?
There just isn’t!
"Then, what is going on?" The middle-aged man was a little crazy.
Lao Zhang suggested: "Maybe it really is a mouse or something. Why don't you try moving?"
"Can it, will it be useful?" The middle-aged man actually considered it.
Su Chen squinted his eyes and looked at his face carefully, put down the fried dough sticks, took out a handkerchief and wiped his hands carefully, then said: "Give me your hand."
The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, but still reached out his hand obediently.
Su Chen rolled up his sleeves, stretched out three fingers and pressed them on his wrist, pressing, releasing, pressing, and releasing again, doing this five or six times before withdrawing his hand.
"Uncle, judging from your face, there seems to be something wrong with your spleen, stomach, and brain. After taking your pulse, the problem isn't too serious."
Old Zhang was surprised: "Young man, you can also take pulses? You know Chinese medicine?"
"Well, medicine and Taoism are inseparable. I am a Taoist doctor, so I know a thing or two."
Su Chen looked at the middle-aged man and said, "Uncle, tell me carefully, when was the first time you woke up from a nightmare? Do you remember what happened that day?"
"Who still remembers this?"
The middle-aged man scratched his head.
"So what have you eaten and drunk recently? Every day, you must remember it, right?"
"I, I have to go to the countryside to work every day, and I eat and drink there. I just come back at night to drink a bowl of mushroom and pork rib soup cooked by my wife..." The middle-aged man's eyes suddenly widened as he spoke, "Master, are you saying that my wife poisoned me?"
After hearing this, the other diners immediately became excited.
"Uncle, could it be that your wife has a lover and is planning to torture you and make you die early?"
"I definitely bought insurance for you and wanted to defraud you. That's how it's played out in the movies."
"Did you have a conflict before? Does your wife hold a grudge against you?"
…
The middle-aged man blinked blankly after hearing what he said: "I, I don't know."
Su Chen finished the last bite of the pot and stood up: "Do you know? I guess I'll know after I go to your house."
"Old Zhang, collect the money."
"Okay, it's still 80 cents."
The middle-aged man also paid the money and led Su Chen to the street corner with some uneasiness.
"Master, do you think my wife really wants to harm me? But even though we were arranged to get married, we haven't had many arguments since we got married. This shouldn't be the case."
Su Chen patted his shoulder and said, "Don't think too much. Let's go to your house and talk about it."
"Oh, okay."
When they reached the intersection, Su Chen waved his hand and a red taxi slowly stopped.
Su Chen waved his hand: "Brother, we don't..."
joke!
The starting fare for your taxi is 5 yuan. It’s so expensive, who would take it?
But just as he said that, a familiar head popped out of the car window: "Brother, it's me, Awei, Biaoge's friend."
"Where are you going?"
Su Chen: “…”
Well, it’s hard to refuse such a kind invitation, so forget it, let’s go for it.
Zhang Wei is a talkative person. As soon as he got in the car, he asked, "Brother, where are you going?"
The middle-aged man reported the address, stepped on the accelerator and drove out. Finally, he asked Su Chen: "Brother, why did I hear that Uncle Ye went there yesterday? What happened? Did you fail to stop him, and did he commit suicide?"
"No, Uncle Ye wasn't in good health to begin with. He was so sad."
Zhang Wei understood: "I thought so. Brother Biao promised me before. I thought..."
"Hey, I heard he opened a shop more than ten years ago just to make money and wait for his son to come back."
Su Chen nodded.
"If he had met you earlier, he wouldn't have waited so long. That old ferry used to be used by people to sneak out, and I've never heard of any accidents. The police did catch people several times, though. Who would have thought that Brother Awang was buried there?"
The middle-aged man looked confused when he heard this and asked hurriedly what Old Ferry was and who Brother Awang was.
Zhang Wei immediately told him what happened yesterday. The middle-aged man slapped his thigh and said, "Master, you really are capable. After all these years, you can still find people at such a deserted old ferry. Today, I have secured this matter."
Zhang Wei was curious: "Brother, what's the matter?"
The middle-aged man complained again.
By the time he finished explaining the situation, the lower part of the circle had arrived.
The middle-aged man took the initiative to pay the fare and enthusiastically led Su Chen into the house.
Xiawei is close to the outskirts of the city. The middle-aged man’s house is a two-story brick house. When Su Chen stepped into the house, he saw Zhang Wei following him in.
He was also very familiar: "Brother, you don't mind if I come to see it for myself?"
"No, no, come on, have some tea."
The middle-aged man brought a kettle and took out a handful of tea leaves from an iron can. He made some simple tea and handed it to the two of them.
I saw Su Chen had already looked around the first floor inside and out.
"Master, do you see the problem?"
Su Chen nodded.
The middle-aged man was surprised and just wanted to ask when he heard Su Chen say, "The feng shui is good."
Middle-aged man: “???”
Zhang Wei: “???”