Chapter 388: The So-Called Horcrux

This was the first time Mu Zi met Du Hao formally.

Although she didn't know it, Du Hao had actually seen her many times.

Mu Zi's first impression of Du Hao was that he was a well-dressed handsome uncle, about 30 or 40 years old, with neatly trimmed hair and sideburns, smiling eyes, with a bit of businessman's tact, but not irritating Hate.

But... no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a mage.

Muzi murmured in her heart, but she also knew that the people Murong Cheng invited must have real skills, such as the fat hacker last time...

She took Du Hao to the garden, and there was a faint phantom not far away.

Mu Zi pointed to Du Hao, "...I don't want to hurt her, but she has been following me, which really makes me very uncomfortable...Is there any way to send her back?"

Du Hao said yes with a smile, and then asked: "There are many ways to give it away, I don't know how Miss Mu wants to give it away?"

Mu Zi thought for a while, then said: "She has a grandmother who may not be at home these few days, it's best to send her home safe and sound, and let her not run around, so that grandma won't be able to see her when she comes back."

"Understood." Du Hao nodded, took out a small clay pot the size of a palm from his black leather bag, and walked straight to the little girl.

Mu Zi was a little nervous, she wanted Du Hao to take the little girl away, but also worried that Du Hao would hurt her.

Thinking about how this little girl and the witch depended on each other for their lives, and thinking of herself and her grandmother for no reason, it was inevitable that some empathy would arise from the hurt.

Du Hao knelt down in front of the little girl, muttered something in a low voice, and then Mu Zi saw the little girl nod her head inaudibly, her figure gradually blurred until she disappeared.

"Where did she go?" Mu Zi hurried over and asked.

Du Hao pointed to the pot with a smile, and then sealed the mouth of the pot with a cork.

"Is she inside? What is this?" Mu Zi was a little uneasy, "Wouldn't it be harmful to her?"

Du Hao explained with a smile: "This is a horcrux, she is in the horcrux, she is safe."

Mu Zi was puzzled: "Horcrux?"

"All vessels that can hold souls can be called horcruxes, and the best horcruxes are human bodies." Du Hao said, "The earthen pots in my hand are the lowest horcruxes. Give the soul a place to rest."

Inadvertently seeing Murong Cheng in the distance, Du Hao leaned slightly, and smiled apologetically: "I'm the one who said too much, Ms. Mu's golden branches and jade leaves must not like to listen to these crooked ways."

"No, I think it's very interesting..." Muzi asked him one sentence after another like a curious baby, "I see you talked to her just now, can you talk to ghosts? Then if you are taken to the murder scene , wouldn’t it be possible for ghosts to identify the murderer?”

Du Hao was amused by Mu Zi's whimsical thoughts: "Miss Mu, not every ghost is conscious, and even if they are conscious, not every ghost knows who they died because of. Souls only have obsessions and no truth."

After hearing this, Mu Zi was touched in her heart.

really……

It's like she herself, after being dead for so long, still can't determine who the murderer is...

"If it's a sudden death from poisoning, can the ghost point out why I was poisoned?" Mu Zi asked tentatively, holding a... curious mentality.

I used to hear that some foreign cases would ask psychics to help arrest the murderer. I scoffed at that time, but now that I think about it, it might be true...

Du Hao said: "It depends on the state of the ghost. When a person dies and leaves the soul, the soul is like a newborn baby. Its consciousness is chaotic, unable to speak, unable to walk. Everything needs to be learned slowly. After seven days, the soul matures like a baby. Grow into an adult, gradually start to think..."

When he said this, he changed the topic and said with a smile: "Of course, most babies will die before they grow up. Babies are very fragile."

Mu Zi shuddered inexplicably, she felt that it was not easy for her to live till now...