Chapter 388: So-called Horcrux

This is Mu Zi's first official meeting with Du Hao.
Although she didn't know, Du Hao had actually seen her many times.
Mu Zi’s first impression of Du Hao was that of a handsome uncle who was well-dressed. He was in his 30s and 40s. His hair and sideburns were neatly repaired, and his eyes were smiling, with the sleekness of a businessman, but he didn’t make people feel good. hate.
But... it doesn't look like a mage.
Mu Zi whispered in her heart, but she also knew that the people Murong Cheng invited here definitely have real skills, such as the fat hacker last time...
She took Du Hao to the garden, and there was a faint shadow not far away.
Mu Zi pointed out to Du Hao, "...I don't want to hurt her, but she has been following me, which really makes me uncomfortable... Is there any way to send her back?"
Du Hao smiled and said okay, and then asked, "There are many ways to send it. I don't know how Miss Mu wants to send it?"
Mu Zi thought for a while, and said, "She has a grandma who may not be at home these days. It is best to send her home safe and sound so that she will not run around, lest grandma will not see her when she comes back."
"Understood." Du Hao nodded, took out a palm-sized small clay pot from the black leather bag he carried, and walked straight to the little girl.
Mu Zi was a little nervous, not only wanted Du Hao to take the little girl away, but also worried that Du Hao would hurt him.
Thinking about this little girl and the goddess being dependent on each other, inexplicably thinking of herself and grandmother, it will inevitably give birth to some empathy.
Du Hao bent down and squatted down in front of the little girl, muttering something in a low voice, and then Mu Zi saw the little girl nodding her head inaudibly, her figure gradually blurred until she disappeared.
"Where did she go?" Mu Zi hurried over and asked.
Du Hao smiled and pointed to the clay pot, and then sealed the pot with a wooden cork.
"She's inside? What is this?" Mu Zi was a little uneasy, "Will it hurt her?"
Du Hao explained with a smile: "This is a Horcrux. She is in a Horcrux, so safe."
Mu Zi wondered: "Horcrux?"
"All vessels that can hold souls can be called Horcruxes. The best Horcrux is a human body." Du Hao said, "The clay pot in my hand is the lowest Horcrux. Provide a shelter for the soul."
Seeing Murong Cheng in the distance inadvertently, Du Hao leaned slightly and smiled apologetically: "It's me who said too much, Miss Mu Jinzhiyuye, I must not like to listen to these evil ways."
"No, I think it's quite interesting..." Mu Zi asked him sentence after sentence like a curious baby, "I think you just talked to her, can you talk to the ghost? Then if you are taken to the murder scene , Can't the ghost be allowed to identify the murderer?"
Du Hao was amused by Mu Zi's whimsy: "Miss Mu, not every ghost is conscious. Even if conscious, not every ghost knows who he died because of his death. The soul has only obsessions and no truth."
When Mu Zi heard it, her heart was moved.
indeed……
It's like she herself, having been dead for so long, still can't be sure who the murderer is...
"If it is a sudden death from poisoning, can the ghost point out what the poisoning is because of it?" Mu Zi asked tentatively, holding a...curiosity mentality.
I heard that some cases abroad would ask psychics to help detect the culprit. I scoffed at that time, but now think about it, maybe it's true...
Du Hao said: "It depends on the state of ghosts. People die and leave their souls. The soul is like a newborn baby. The consciousness is chaotic, unable to speak or walk. Everything needs to be learned slowly. In this way, after seven days, the soul matures like a baby. As an adult, I gradually start to think..."
When he said this, the conversation turned around and he smiled: "Of course, most babies die before they grow up. Babies are very fragile."
Mu Zi shuddered inexplicably, feeling that it was not easy for him to live till now...