Qian Lao asked for the key to Mo Bin's office. Si Ling originally planned to get the key and go upstairs directly, but Fang Muzhi invited Qian Lao to come with him, saying that he was afraid of accidentally touching important information, and it would be easier to ask any questions.

Inquiry.

Mr. Qian nodded, and as soon as he got older, he followed the two young men and climbed to the third floor in one go.

Mo Bin's office faces the sun. Since there is no shelter in the courtyard, the lighting is still very good in the afternoon. The sunlight shines through the windows and is reflected on the floor.

As soon as you enter the house, you don't feel any coldness at all, it even feels a bit hot.

Si Ling did not check the information on Mo Bin's desk immediately. She first stood at the door and showed the room for a while, and then stood behind Mo Bin's desk and looked at the office for a while.

There is no special hiding place. The room is square and square, with a whole wall of filing cabinets on the side. The cabinet surface is flat and there is no gap between the cabinet and the wall.

According to what Mr. Qian said, Mo Bin must have known what kind of trouble he had gotten into. That's why he became suspicious and nervous, and even did not hesitate to place a Buddhist altar to ward off evil spirits in his office. So before he disappeared, he would put things to ward off evil spirits.

Where?

Si Ling pulled the leather chair behind him closer and sat at the table just like Mo Bin did when he was sitting in his office. He took out a signature pen from the pen holder and opened the top document on the left.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Fang Muzhi standing in front of his desk holding a compass. In the half-second when he moved his eyes away from the documents, Siling felt that the table in front of him was distorted for a moment, like a piece of chocolate that was about to melt.

It was as if her consciousness was being sucked in.

The sudden feeling of weightlessness made her heart tighten and she subconsciously grabbed the edge of the table. When she raised her eyes again, Fang Muzhi was still staring at the compass on her wrist. It was as if everything had stopped just now.

She held the edge of the table, feeling as if all her strength had been drained out of her.

"S Ling, come here." Fang Muzhi waved to her, "I will teach you a new talisman."

He took a step to the left and motioned for Siling to stand where he had just been. He put his hand around Siling's shoulders from the side and showed her the direction on the compass.

"In the theory of yin and yang, yin and yang interact to produce all things, and matter and energy transform into each other, ensuring the balance of energy. It is the same as your forensic science says, when a person comes, he will definitely leave something behind, and the exchange of materials is the same. On the spiritual level, a person leaves behind

The strong emotions under me will also leave traces in the space." He pointed at the compass and asked Sling to pay attention to the subtle changes in the compass needle due to different positions. He couldn't help but put his arm on her shoulders and breathe into her ears.

The two of them were so focused on the compass needle that they were completely unaware of the intimate gesture.

However, Mr. Qian stood at the door and saw a pair of golden boys and girls. He couldn't help but blush and coughed slightly.

Si Ling looked up and looked over, quite puzzled. The old man had just gone upstairs and kept his composure, so he was pretending, but now his body couldn't bear it anymore? He immediately said: "Sit down first."

"Ahem, cough, cough. Okay, okay."

Under Fang Muzhi's guidance, Si Ling quickly captured what he said was the material exchange between spirit and space. In other words, it was a memory of Mo Bin.
Chapter completed!