On the day his grandfather left, he left two things for Yan Congrong: an ancient bronze plate and half of a fragment of "The Divine Appearance in Linen".
There is also a saying: "Three hexagrams every day, one less will shorten your life, and one more will be punished by heaven."
Yan Congrong did not believe in evil, put the plate on the bottom of the box, and continued to deliver the takeout. Until the seventh day, when he looked up from the murder floor - his birth chart was as hot as a soldering iron in his backpack.
"Comrade policeman, the murderer is in the east door of the fifth floor. The middle finger of his left hand is injured." "How do you know?" "... It's because of the natal chart, it doesn't count as my death."
Three hours later, the suspect was arrested and his confession was all correct. Jiangcheng Police Station exploded.
From that day on, Yan Congrong delivered food during the day and set up a stall to tell fortunes at night. Three hexagrams a day are worth a fortune, and one more hexagram does not count.
Wealthy businessmen lined up to ask for a change of fate, celebrities asked for help from their connections, and even Lin Weirui, the iceberg policewoman from the crime team, came to the door: "Master Yan, can you help me look at the serial murder case?"
Yan Congrong looked up at her for three seconds. ——The horoscope of Chunyang means that the evil spirit is soaring to the sky, and the destiny is to offend the evil spirits.
"Okay, but there is a condition." "What condition?" "Stay closer to me. My zodiac will not be hot when I see you."
