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"Live Broadcast of Solving Cases: My Ancestor Asked Me to Solve Cases in a Dream" [Live broadcast + suspense + national style criminal investigation + fateful BE aesthetics] Song Zhao, the proprietress of a funeral parlor that was on the verge of bankruptcy, was forced to live broadcast the science popularization "Redress of Wrongs", and she was suddenly provoked by netizens: "If you have the ability to go to the scene of the corpse dismemberment case to conduct an autopsy!" That night, Song Ci Tuo Meng angrily said: "The moss in the nails of the deceased is the key to solving the case!" She rushed into the police station to live broadcast the autopsy, and the "feudal superstition" mocked by the entire Internet came true-- The bones oozing blood identified the real culprit, and the barrage exploded: [Begging the host to tell me how old I will be to become rich! Criminal investigation captain Lu Zheng grabbed her wrist: "How did Miss Song know that my tattoo was a embroidered spring knife?" The knife wound on the back of his neck that hadn't healed for four hundred years, and the wrinkles growing on her fingertips, concealed a forbidden art that traded lives for lives. The Hetu Luoshu symbols behind the case of corpse dismemberment, the Ming Dynasty autopsy knife auctioned in the ghost market, the dragon spirit of the underground riot in the Ancestral Temple... Netizens went crazy chasing: [If you reward enough, can you watch the army strip off their clothes and suppress evil spirits? Song Zhao coughed up blood and chuckled: "You can lose three years of your life with an ancient method, but you can take off Captain Lu's bathrobe - this business is profitable."

Look at such a big chrysanthemum ghost in the sky, you know what will fall! Jun Xiao: You are not suitable to be a magician, so give up. Hanfeng: Don't think that just because you won the world championship is great, one day I will become the strongest magician. There was chaos in the world of magicians, and a ray of light pierced the sky. Who could survive in this chaos? . . . . .