Chapter 455: Framing

The desktop sitting in front of her also flashed a row of data.
It is written with special numbers, like a password term used by the spirit group.
Wanyanxi just glanced at it and frowned, "C-rank wizard?"
The girl next to him took a curious look: "Is it just a C grade?"
Zhong Li Panying and Zhong Li Xiyu frowned.
Qiao Jin's abilities don't look like just C-level.
Qiao Jin smiled interestingly: "Do you classify wizards?"
Wanyanxi looked up at her: "Of course."
However, only a few spiritual masters know that the spiritual group will be divided into equal levels. Most spiritual masters are actually only C-level, so there is no need to let them know that there are more advanced existences.
Not to mention the concept of mages and wizards.
Qiao Jin knew it: "Oh."
There were only ordinary and slightly unusual spiritual masters in her eyes.
Not as detailed as they divided.
Wanyanxi lifted his chin, and the girl beside him took out a tablet and placed it in front of Qiao Jin.
"This is your account, right? You opened a fortune-telling shop on the Internet, and the calculations are quite accurate. With your ability, how much can you know about the future?"
That is Qiao Jin's chat history.
Of course, the chat message is in the background, this is network message, Qiao Jin can't control it.
Unless she is unwilling to be investigated by others, the data will disappear automatically.
But she never thought of hiding it so thoroughly.
Qiao Jin looked at the rows of incomparably clear chat records and clicked his chin: "If you have any questions about my business, I can understand. Why do you want to block my account?"
The girl didn't expect that she would ask like that, she coughed embarrassedly: "This..."
The young boy next to her answered indifferently:
Publishing this kind of feudal superstition on the Internet, besides, you should understand that your identity as a spiritualist cannot be exposed to ordinary people. Your calculations are too accurate for ordinary people. It’s a good thing. They will always doubt your existence, and even the state will notice you.

Wanyan Xi gave the attributive sentence: "Ability is God's love for you, rather than preaching to others. People who are too high-profile will often not end well."
Qiao Jin: "I just make some money and block your money?"
At most 10,000 yuan a day, for spiritual masters like them, is it dear money?
Everyone: "..."
Wan Yanxi frowned: "We won't ask about your fortune telling, but last night, you were not at home, right?"
As he said, the young girl swiped the tablet along the way, and the photo of the dead couple's body appeared on it.
To be honest, most people would scream in fright when they saw it, but Qiao Jin didn't blink his eyes.
She just watched quietly for two seconds: "They are very pitiful, aren't they? The children are only a few months old. You don't know better than me how they died, why ask me?"
Wan Yan Xi patted the table heavily: "Wei Wei can't do this kind of thing!"
Qiao Jin: "The police caught her but not me."
Wan Yan Xi: "You..."
He sternly accused: "You are using your ability to do such cruel things. They are just ordinary people. Where did you provoke you? Are you going to kill them to blame Weiwei?"
Qiao Jin was not frightened by his tone at all, she still calmly propped her elbows on the table, "Normal people would not ask this question. I didn't know this couple before your daughter came to the fortune teller. who is it."