Aoba Office

I don’t understand the fortune-telling method of tarot cards. I just watched the man in the sweatshirt shuffle the cards, turn over the top cards in order, and put them on the table.

According to my superficial impression, this kind of fortune telling is either arranged in a triangle, five-pointed star, or hexagon, or in one or two rows. But the man in the sweatshirt seemed to be playing Solitaire, with one card placed on top of another, arranged in three columns, with a total of nine cards.

He flicked his tongue, pressed his hand on the middle card, pulled it out, and turned it over.

What surprised me was that there was supposed to be only one card, but the card he drew had another one attached behind it, which was the Death card. However, the suit and color of this card are different from the one on the table. At a glance, you can tell that they are two decks of cards.

Some people around him exclaimed, some were surprised, and some just blurted out and asked the man in the sweatshirt how he did it.

My first reaction was magic. When the man in the sweatshirt was shuffling and turning over the cards, he might have done something to make this card slip in.

Obviously, this group of people did not suspect that the man in the sweatshirt was doing anything, and they all asked about the supernatural. Some said that a ghost stuffed a card, and some said that the man in the sweatshirt had special powers.

Only then did I realize that the sweatshirt man’s nickname in the group was Fortune Teller. Apart from such a nickname with a heavy air of pretentiousness, he has never said his real name.

The fortune teller ignored the inquiries from the people around him and said calmly: "Since you have chosen the God of Death, then stand up for yourself."

The onlookers didn't react, just looked at each other.

The fat man said: "There seems to be no death among us, right?"

"I remember there was a person in the group named Death. He didn't come today." Another person interjected.

The group of people discussed.

Then the fortune teller snorted coldly, "The only thing I can't predict is that I can't make any mistakes. Please stand up for yourself."

With this said, naturally some people are not convinced.

Just when they were about to start arguing, the long-haired woman reached out and hooked the neck of a man standing on the outside. Her voice was louder than the others.

"Okay, that's it."

The others turned back, looking at this scene without knowing why.

My eyes lingered on the man.

The man looked honest and honest, with thick lenses for his eyes, and his hair was combed meticulously. He looked like a serious person. Among this group of people, he is not too outstanding. At least compared to the fat man who seemed to weigh more than 200 kilograms and the long-haired woman who made people shine, he was as featureless as the others. He was not as gloomy as the sweatshirt man, nor as cheerful and lively as Mo Xiaoling. .

The man pushed up his glasses, stuttered in surprise, and pointed at himself, "Me?"

"Yeah. Stop pretending, I smell it." The long-haired woman wrinkled her nose.

The man didn't seem to understand the situation. Being surrounded by the beauty, he became dizzy and participated in this pen fairy game.

Neither the fortune teller nor Mo Xiaoling stopped her. Jin Shanshan just looked at it curiously, and the others just muttered a few words and had nothing to say.

I looked at the long-haired girl and frowned.

That man had what Wu Ling said was a ghostly aura. I didn't notice it at first, but it was the long-haired girl who picked him out. I took a second look and realized it.

Four people sat in four directions. Compared with most people of this age, they have a "special ability", that is, they know the directions of southeast, northwest and northwest very well.

The angle of the house is not positive. They were still slightly offset when they sat down.

Jin Shanshan was corrected by the long-haired girl and sat down carefully.

The A4 paper was placed in the middle of them. They all knelt on the ground, leaned forward, and held the ordinary pen. They also struggled with the way they held their hands so that each other could hold the pen.

Others gathered behind them. Someone muttered: "Since there are only four people, we can use tables and chairs."

After saying this, a group of people came to their senses, dragged the tables and chairs back, and rearranged their posture.

This whole thing doesn't seem very reliable, but because of the ghostly aura of the man, the ability of the long-haired woman, Mo Xiaoling's ability, and Jin Shanshan's special experience, the future of this pen fairy game has become uncertain.

After the four people held the pen, Mo Xiaoling first confirmed the game process.

"The spell is 'Bixian Bixian, please come out. Please answer my questions.', you all know it, right?"

"No. The version I heard is 'I am your current life, and you are my previous life.'" said one of the onlookers.

"When I play, I say 'Bixian Bixian, if you are here, please answer.'" said another.

They all talked about it, but there was no conclusion.

The four men remained motionless.

I suddenly felt that there was a cloud of Yin Qi centered around these four people. The gloomy energy enveloped the four people's hands and the pens they held.

All four of them had expressionless faces and stared blankly at the pen.

Crunchy——

The grinding sound silenced those around him.

The pen moved, directly scratching the paper, hitting the wooden table, and carving words on it. One stroke after another, the pen was obviously black, but after it was written, it turned red.

Some people gasped, some covered their mouths, their eyes widened, and some even shrank back. Of course, some people got excited.

I saw that Jin Shanshan's face was empty and her eyes were empty. The long-haired goddess looked serious, and Mo Xiaoling's eyes were shining. And that man had cold sweat streaming down his head.

Someone couldn't restrain himself and asked: "What is he going to write?"

He was immediately held down.

The long-haired woman squinted her eyes, glanced at the man, frowned again, and turned her attention to Jin Shanshan.

I found that the yin energy was not evenly distributed among the four people, but was biased toward that man. Veins popped out on the back of the man's hands. He seemed to want to pull out the pen, but he couldn't, unable to resist the strength of the other three women. But if you look carefully, you can see that they just adjusted their posture for a long time. The man's fingers were not completely suppressed, but it seemed that his hand was stuck to the pen.

The words that the ghost wanted to write had become clear at this time, and everyone could guess it.

"Death..." one person read out.

Crunchy——

The tip of the pen carved a deep mark on the wooden table, and the last hook of the word "death" was scratched very long by the ghost.

With a snap, the pen barrel broke, and the four of them let go as if they were exhausted.

Jin Shanshan rolled her eyes and fell to the ground.

The long-haired girl and Mo Xiaoling were okay, but the man seemed to have lost his strength and was completely unconscious.

Others exploded and made a lot of noise about what was going on.

A woman's sharp voice came out, "Are you really invited, or are you just acting?"

These words silenced the room.

Everyone else looked at the woman with strange eyes.

"What do you mean?" Mo Xiaoling's face turned cold and she looked at the woman with a sinister look.

"I, I just... you obviously didn't recite the spell, why..." The woman panicked.

"Forget it if you don't believe it. We have different paths and we don't want to conspire against each other. Just go away." Mo Xiaoling said.

The fortune teller took out his cell phone, operated it a bit, and waved his hand, "I've kicked you off. Get out of here."

The woman blushed and cursed: "I think you are liars! Just leave!"

She turned and walked away without stopping.

The door closed loudly, and the room became quiet again.

"Then, what's going on? What kind of ghost did you invite, and this 'death'..." The fat man looked thoughtful.

"Did you bring this on?" The long-haired woman crossed her legs and looked at the man, "The person you killed turned into a ghost and came here."

The people around looked at each other.

"Sister Hei, don't talk nonsense. How could I kill someone?" The man forced a smile.

The fat man hesitated and said: "Speaking of which... when you joined the group, you kept asking about ways to exorcise ghosts..."

"That's what I'm interested in," the man said.

The fat man fell silent.

"It's up to you to admit it or not." The long-haired woman bent down and woke up Jin Shanshan.

Jin Shanshan was still confused and was shocked when she saw the marks on the table, "This is... what does that ghost mean?"

"It has nothing to do with your cousin. It's because of other people." The long-haired woman said, "Let's try it again tomorrow with someone else."

Jin Shanshan was confused and looked around.

The party broke up unhappy.

Jin Shanshan and another girl lived in Minqing, while the others lived in two rooms on this floor. The two of them said goodbye and left. When no one was around, the girl used the tone of suppressed excitement to tell Jin Shanshan what happened when she fainted.

"Unexpectedly, there is a murderer among us. There is also a ghost haunting him!" The girl couldn't help but turned her head and looked up at the tall building.

I also looked over.

The yin energy just now dissipated when the pen barrel was broken. only……

I squinted my eyes and suddenly felt the change in the Yin Qi upstairs.

A black shadow fell from above.

Neither Jin Shanshan nor Jin Shanshan reacted, and they stood there dumbly until there was a bang, and the man landed heavily in front of them, and blood splashed on their shoes.

In his ears were the girl's screams and the panicked questions from the security guard in the building. In front of him was a corpse with a broken head and a ghost riding on the corpse. The ghost looked like a middle-aged man, with a ferocious mouth exposed towards the body beneath him.

I saw the man's soul floating out of the corpse just now and being swallowed by the ghost.

For a moment, I felt a chill running down my spine. I subconsciously raised my head and vaguely saw a bright red figure flashing past on the balcony on the fourteenth floor. When he lowered his head again, the ghost was gone.