I'm an antique shop owner, so it's reasonable for me to know some magic

Chapter 145: Seventy-two Demon Gods, Bai Meng!
The detective was sighing here, when he noticed a figure appearing in his office out of the corner of his eye.

"Who?!"

The detective reacted quickly and immediately put his hand in his coat pocket.

Before he could take out his gun, he heard a familiar voice.

"Don't be nervous, it's me."

The detective turned around and saw a black-haired young man stepping out from the shadows.

"Su?! You're back?!"

When the detective saw Su Fan coming back, he immediately showed a look of surprise.

But soon, the surprise turned into confusion.

"How did you get in? Why didn't anyone tell me? Did they know about it but kept it to themselves?"

Having said that, the detective immediately prepared to go to the door.

"It's normal that they don't know. I came in from here."

Su Fan pointed in a certain direction.

The detective looked over there and saw the window he had opened earlier for ventilation.

Although most of the houses outside the center are not high, his office is also on the fourth floor.

Su was able to sneak in through the window through the drainage pipe outside without anyone noticing.

Has his strength become stronger again?
The detective felt emotional.

But the detective was wrong.

The fourth floor was not that difficult for Su Fan.

After making sure there is no one around, just jump.

Walking to the opposite side of the detective's desk, Su Fan pulled out a chair and sat down.

"I read the message Carl sent. His return was partly due to luck."

"Is the evil thing this time really that powerful?"

The detective continued, somewhat worriedly.

"Su, why don't you let me find some help for you."

He knew that even if he did this, Su Fan would still have to fight alone in the end, but more help was always better than nothing.

"That's too late."

Su Fan shook his head.

"Someone else has intervened, and I have to be careful not to hurt them by mistake."

"When the fighting starts, you police officers can help me evacuate the people in the surrounding areas."

Having said this, Su Fan suddenly paused.

Carl said that the community had almost been taken over by cultists.

There was a large-scale change in the population, why didn't the patrol detect any abnormality...

Also, how did so many people manage to sneak in there?

As soon as this thought came to his mind, Su Fan immediately spread out his spiritual sense and began to scan every corner of the room.

When the detective saw Su Fan suddenly fall silent, he also immediately quieted down and waited for the other party's move.

But Su Fan raised his hand, and a small black button-shaped object flew out from under the table, landed in his palm, and was crushed by him.

Seeing this, the detective's face immediately changed.

Bug!
When was it installed? By whom?!

The detective's first reaction was shock, then anger.

There was a mole inside the police station, and the wiretap was blamed on him!

The detective thought about it carefully in his mind.

Recent operations have been very smooth, and there have been no major arrest failures.

The person who installed the bug was not planted by the gang.

That means...

A look of disbelief gradually emerged in the detective's eyes.

"It seems that you have already guessed that the person who installed the eavesdropping device was probably the cultist who occupied the community that Carl and his team investigated this afternoon."

Su Fan said softly.

"During this period, an inexplicable belief began to rise in the police station. Although I wanted to rectify it, I had no reason to do so."

The detective gave a bitter smile. Su Fan took out a pen from the pen holder on the side, tore off a page of the notebook, and drew a pattern on it.

In the middle of drawing, Su Fan's pen suddenly paused.

The uncomfortable feeling of voyeurism reappears.

However, the evil-suppressing talismans that Su Fan and the detective carried with them at all times came into play and immediately blocked the other party's prying eyes.

During this period, the detectives were not idle either.

"This is the information I collected about that family. See if you can find any useful clues."

When the detective handed over the folder, Su Fan had just finished drawing.

The two exchanged what they had in their hands.

After taking the information, Su Fan read it quickly and quickly entered all the information of several people into his mind.

Peter.

steve.

Linda.

When he finally turned to Charles, Su Fan stopped.

Charles, also known as Charlie.

Raised by my grandmother since childhood.

The name was also given by my grandmother.

Alan is a rather mysterious old man.

Although he is nearly 70 years old, he never makes mistakes in handling things. After his daughter got married, he used his position to resolve all the difficulties, big and small, that they encountered.

At the same time, he possesses considerable wealth and artistic talent.

The art fields involved include but are not limited to painting, sculpture, design, literature...

He is even good at financial management.

His energy and talent are breathtaking.

It was such an old man who died without any warning a few months ago.

Seeing this, a sneer appeared on Su Fan's lips.

It is understandable that people have accumulated a lot of experience and then suddenly make a breakthrough in their middle age, but when an old man with half his neck buried in the ground shows these things, no one will believe him.

The following information further verified Su Fan's guess.

A husband who starved to death, and a son who claimed that his body was about to be taken away and refused to comply.

And the desperate attempt to get close to her daughter during her pregnancy.

[This old woman gave the boy from her family bloodline to that existence.]

His eldest son was very strong-willed, so he set his sights on his unborn grandson.

However, Linda's husband was very alert. He moved out with Linda and applied for a restraining order from the court.

Alan was not allowed to go near Linda's home until his eldest son grew up.

[So the old woman had to settle for the next best thing and put the devil's soul in her granddaughter? ]

That demon seemed to be very eager to use a male body as its vessel.

Otherwise, the current container, Charles, would not have grown into an appearance with the appearance characteristics of both genders.

At this moment, Su Fan's cell phone suddenly rang.

"Su. I think this opponent may be more troublesome than we thought."

Sam's solemn voice came from the other end of the phone.

In the antique shop, Dean was busy making holy water and drawing a magic circle to resist demons.

Sam looked at the book in front of him and continued talking to Su Fan.

"Drawing symbols related to demons will cause induction of corresponding existences, so when making related books, we always deliberately make mistakes in some parts of the symbols."

“It took me a while.”

“But after many comparisons, I finally found the demon that the symbol represented.”

There is a picture drawn on the book on the table.

A man with a feminine face wears a crown and sits on a dromedary.

On one side of the camel, there were three female heads hanging.

"Solomon's 72 demon gods, ninth in sequence, the King of the Archangels, Baimon."

(End of this chapter)