Crazy Detective

Although it used to be a Taoist temple, because it was not big and only had a small courtyard, it seemed like a bungalow after reconstruction.

The small tower Zhao Yu saw before was built on the roof of the temple. It looked much higher than other buildings from far away, but in fact, it was not that high.

Zhao Yu stepped into the courtyard. The sunlight there was soft. The owner grew flowers in the yard, which was quite pleasing to the eye.

A middle-aged man was sweeping the floor in the courtyard. Seeing Zhao Yu coming in, he immediately came forward with a broom. "Gentleman, are you here to visit Master Zhang?" he asked politely.

"Well..." Zhao Yu originally wanted to take out his ID, but he thought for a second and decided not to. He nodded and said, "Yes."

"Oh..." The middle-aged man pointed to the room behind him and said, "There are two people in front of you, please wait for a moment in the side room. I'll give you the number..."

As he said this, he handed Zhao Yu a note with 066 on it.

"What the h*ll?" Zhao Yu thought.

Zhao Yu didn't expect this. "Is a physiognomist that popular here? Number 066? So, 66 people have been here before me? This is such a promising career." he wondered to himself.

Zhao Yu, who used to be as a street loafer, had dealt with street fortune-tellers before. However, he used to think that the so-called fortune-tellers were all just liars.

Therefore, he didn't believe in this kind of thing. However, because of the Miracle System and hexagrams, he couldn't deny fortune-telling completely.

He always felt that there might be a genius in the world who could understand the hexagrams that the system gave him. If there were really a way to interpret the hexagrams, Zhao Yu's work would be so much easier.

But Zhao Yu, after all, was a detective. Once he entered Master Zhang's yard, he saw some people who looked eager to see the master. This seemed stupid to him. The number that he was given also made him feel a little disappointed.

As he was thinking about this, the door to the master's room opened, and two people exited. One was a man in a suit, and the other was a young woman in an elegant dress. Zhao Yu thought that they were probably a married couple.

"I'm so grateful, master. I finally found a way to solve it." The man bowed to the room, then walked out with the woman.

The woman, holding a package of yellow talismans in her hand, said, "Ah! This is unbelievable. How can he know that there is a ditch beside your ancestral tomb?"

"That doesn't matter," the man said. "We can buy the ditch and fill it up. Then the ghost will leave us."

The woman nodded and said, "But before filling in the ditch, we must make a paper boat. At night, we sail the boat away with the master's talisman, so that we can drive away all the bad luck."

The couple took the talismans and left happily.

"Next." At that time, the man who was cleaning the yard hurriedly ran to the door and shouted, "Number 65."

Just after his voice fell, four people came out of the side room. They were a family. "It's us," they said.

The family had two boys. They looked around seven years old. Among them, the father was holding an old-fashioned pot with soil in it.

The man knelt down as soon as he saw the master. He held the pot and said, "Oh, master, you are a living Buddha. After you told us last time, we really dig out a firepot from the corner of our backyard. No wonder my children are always feeling hot. They even said that the world was on fire.

"Master, please have a look..." With that, the man put the firepot on the floor.

Later, the curtain was lowered and the door was closed. Zhao Yu could not know what was happening in the room.

"Alas. People won't believe it if they don't come here in person." At that time, the man who was cleaning the yard spoke to Zhao Yu. "The two children of this family always say that their arms are hot. They caught fire in strange ways several times and almost burned themselves. But the doctors can't tell what's wrong with the children.

"Later, it was the master who told them that there was a firepot in the corner of their southern room." He pointed to the room. "It turned out that it was this firepot that caused so much trouble for them."

Zhao Yu was surprised. "What? How can a firepot burn people?" he asked.

"There are so many strange things in this world. You never know." The man turned around and asked Zhao Yu, "Gentleman, what are you looking for from our master? Do you want the master to read your physiognomy or Fengshui? Or..."

"My physiognomy and career, haha. I met a bottleneck in my career recently. I want to ask the master about how to solve it," Zhao Yu said without hesitation.

"It seems that you are not a local?" the man asked.

"No, but I have heard about the master for a long time," Zhao Yu said.

"I think you must be a rich boss," the man responded.

Zhao Yu didn't deny it and nodded. "Haha, I am just running my small business."

The man chatted with Zhao Yu for a while until the door opened and the family came out.

Zhao Yu heard a middle-aged voice saying, "All right. The ghost in the firepot was sealed. Don't worry. Your children will be all right then."

"Ah. Thank you, thank you, thank you." The father quickly took out a big red envelope, bowed, and handed it to the master. "Please accept this. Thank you for saving our children's lives."

"Yes, please accept this," the mother repeated.

The master could not refuse it, so he took the red envelope.

Then the family left happily.

The cleaner smiled and said, "Next is 066. It's your turn, please."

Zhao Yu nodded at him, then went into the inner room.

There was burning incense in the room, and the wall was filled with memorial tablets. Zhao Yu looked around carefully and found that they were all Taoist immortals such as the Jade Emperor, Sanqing immortal, and so on.

Master Zhang saw Zhao Yu stand there quietly and faked coughing to attract his attention.

"Oh, master. Nice to meet you." Zhao Yu quickly extended his hands and made a bow.

"One makes two and two make three. Gentleman, where is your friend?" the master suddenly asked Zhao Yu.

"Your two friends did not come with you?" The Master pinched his fingers and looked up. He seemed quite mysterious.

Zhao Yu looked at him carefully and saw that Master Zhang had sharp facial features. His trimmed beard and long, drooping eyebrows looked like those of a Taoist priest.

And, he had guessed right. Zhao Yu really had come with two people.

Zhao Yu hurriedly raised his thumb. "Amazing! My two friends just told me about you, but I'm the only one who needs help from you."

"Haha..." The master shook his head slightly and said, "You seem like a dignified and elegant person, but your eyebrows are like fire. You seem to have something urgent to ask me. If I am right, you should want to ask for help with your career."

"Wow." Zhao Yu's eyes widened. "You are right. I do have a little trouble with my career. I hope you can help me out."

"This is simple." The master went to a table, poured a cup of tea for Zhao Yu, then said, "Please, tell me your birthday. I'll show you."

"Ok!" Zhao Yu said.

Zhao Yu felt thirsty. He had the cup of tea first, then took out a piece of yellow paper from his pocket and put it on the table. What was on the yellow paper was the dead girl's birthday. Zhao Yu had found this in the hanging coffin.