Aoba Office

The footsteps stopped at the door of the room, and the door was opened. The brand new door made no strange noise.

Behind the door was a young woman with long hair as messy as dead grass. She looked sickly and sleep-deprived.

"Who are you looking for?" the woman asked.

"We found you on the Internet...are you studying black magic?" Wu Ling asked.

The woman glanced around, still looking lazy, but turned around and left, saying: "Come in, close the door."

The room was dark, with no lights on. It can be seen that the room looks like a small conference room, but there is a thick curtain that sweeps the floor on the wall at the back. The curtains were made of velvet, dark red, the same color as the carpet on the ground. The room seemed to be painted with a layer of plasma, giving people a sense of depression.

There was no furniture and the whole room was empty. The camera glanced hastily and failed to capture the ceiling. I wonder if electric lights were installed.

The woman opened the curtain and got in. The curtains swayed, allowing a flicker of yellow candlelight to be seen.

The camera goes indoors.

There was no sound of footsteps as he stepped on the carpet.

This is a little strange.

There was obviously the sound of footsteps when the woman came out. The sound of high heels hitting the ground is very clear.

The camera looked down, photographing the dark carpet and feet.

The feet took a few steps and made no sound.

The curtains swayed and the light flickered.

"Come in." The woman said again.

The camera was raised and only the shaking curtain was captured.

The camera came closer, one hand opened the curtain, and the eyes suddenly opened up.

The room behind the curtain is more spacious. Red velvet curtains were hung all around. Furniture was placed at a short distance.

There is a row of cabinets on the left, including bookcases, shelves, cabinets with glass doors, doorless, and solid wood doors, arranged in order. The things placed on them are also different. There are books, iron boxes, wooden boxes, glass bottles, pottery bowls and other utensils.

On the right hand side is a row of long tables of different sizes and heights, with drawers, without drawers, simple style, with carved decorations...

There are also a variety of things placed on it, including several mirrors, crystal balls and candles.

The only light source in the room was the candle holder on the wall directly opposite.

There was also a curtain hanging on that wall, and the iron candle holder protruded from the gap in the curtain. The curtains were closed, making it airtight. The flame of the candle was also quite far away from the curtain. Even so, it still looks weird and dangerous.

The camera suddenly zoomed in, and you could see that the base of the candle holder was shaped like a skull. The white candle is flowing with wax oil, and every drop condenses on the surface of the candle, looking like a ferocious head.

"Candles made of corpse oil are rare now." Wu Ling suddenly said.

She turned slightly sideways, and the camera focused on the woman.

The woman was sitting on the floor with her posture crooked and out of shape. The long skirt on her body was wrinkled, like a nightgown. When she heard Wu Ling's words, she didn't even raise her eyelids. She waved her hand casually and motioned for people to sit down.

Wu Ling and the others also sat on the ground.

The woman drooped her eyelids, "What do you want from me?"

"A Mr. Lai should have come to see you. Lai Xiaotian, in his twenties. This is his photo." Wu Ling stretched out his hand, holding the phone in his hand, and a photo was displayed on the screen.

The woman still didn't raise her eyes, "Oh, that. He came here a few days ago. If he came to my place to go crazy, I would drive him away."

"Can you tell me what happened? From the first time he came." Wu Ling said.

Only then did the woman raise her eyes, her gaze falling on the top of the camera, probably looking at Wu Ling's face.

"Who are you?" the woman asked.

"This is our business card." Wu Ling handed over the business card.

"Qingye... Minqing's Qingye..." The woman took it, glanced at it, and threw it aside. Then she lay down on her side, supporting her head with her hands and raising one foot, looking relaxed. appearance.

Wu Ling and the others didn't say anything.

Just listen to the woman say: "That Lai Xiaotian came to the door a few months ago and said that he wanted to pursue a woman. He wanted me to use black magic to make that woman fall in love with him. I said, I can only use black magic to kill people and control people's hearts. I don't know how to do black magic. He left. The second time he came, he asked me to kill four people. He seemed to think that the woman rejected him because he wanted to play with her best friend. , I didn’t have time to accompany him. He wanted to kill those people so that he could pursue that woman. So I taught him a method and gave him some tools. "

"What magic did you teach him?" Wu Ling asked.

"Evil." The woman drawled, "Should you have heard of it?"

"I thought the evil spirits were all dead and were wiped out together with the demons." Wu Ling's voice revealed a bit of surprise.

The woman sneered, "No one is dead. Such disgusting men still exist. How can the evil spirit be wiped out? It just changed its appearance and put on a skin."

"I didn't feel any evil, and I didn't find anything unusual." Wu Ling added.

Her attitude towards this woman was quite peaceful. There is no strange aura about this woman.

"You said it's covered with a layer of skin. The evil spirit has become a tool." The woman waved her hands casually, turned over, rolled on the ground, and struggled to reach the long table behind her.

She looked like one of those people who was paralyzed, physically disabled and could only move like this.

After stretching her hand for a long time, she fumbled for a small box. After grabbing it, she lay flat on the ground, took out the contents of the box, and threw it to Wu Ling.

Wu Ling picked up the things.

In the lens, Wu Ling is holding a small heart in his hand. It seems to have been processed in some way, air-dried and antiseptic. The whole thing looks like it is carved from wood. Although it is a little shrunken, it is still every detail. Small blood vessels can be seen.

"Is this the heart of a crow?" Wu Ling asked.

The woman gestured with her thumb, put the box aside, and lay down next to the table.

"Although it is a material for black magic, can such a heart alone be able to summon evil spirits?" Wu Ling asked again, putting down his hand, "You did not teach him black magic."

Wu Ling used an affirmative sentence.

The woman sneered again, "Of course not. If anyone can use black magic, then everyone is a magician. I just told him to combine the heart with the photo of the person he wants to kill, and add some auxiliary props , burn it together at midnight, and the prop will kill people."

The woman turned her head, her eyes slightly raised, and her eyebrows raised, "I told him that he would give me money when he succeeds. Only when he came for the third time did I know that he had succeeded. If you hadn't done this If anything makes him bite back, he won’t come to me again.”

Wu Ling lowered his head slightly.

The camera lowered slightly and focused on the heart in her hand.

"What's going on?" Liu Miao asked in a low voice.

"Lai Xiaotian's obsession produced power. The auxiliary props he relied on happened to be figures, both physical and concrete. His strong desire to kill, his trust in black magic, and his obsession with those two-dimensional characters made evil spirits appear. "Evils themselves are amorphous monsters. From ancient times to the present, many evil spirits are transformed by people and born from the human heart." Wu Ling said lightly, "As for backlash... If this is the case, what we do should not have backlash." right."

The camera focused on the woman again.

The corners of the woman's lips raised, and she mocked: "You think the devil is dead. Human obsession produces spirits, so of course there is no backlash." She sat up from the ground, crossed her legs, and straightened her waist, "But If it’s really a demon, isn’t it normal for someone to be killed instead of killing someone?”

The creative state has been sluggish recently... I record supplementary updates +1, +1, +1 on the ledger every day...

So desperate...

I’m going to +1 today too…

Goodnight everybody.