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When I met his eyes, I felt an electric current running through my body, and my neck felt numb.

My eyes dropped, my vision tilted, like my head had fallen off my neck.

I saw my body and Cheng Xinxin's body lying on the ground.

With a jolt, I woke up and jumped up.

Sweat fell directly to the floor.

I touched my neck.

no problem……

It's an illusion.

That feeling is an illusion.

But the feeling was so real, it felt like my head was really chopped off at that moment.

The head slipped from the neck...

I couldn't help but think of my previous dream, the monster's head, and the few people who died during the Big-Antlered Deer live broadcast...

My heart suddenly tightened.

It seems that all the recent dreams are related to beheading?

I frowned.

Is there any connection?

I'm not naive enough to think this is some kind of coincidence.

God is "dead", but the inertia of fate should still exist. The people in Qingye had already made arrangements for this, so it wouldn’t be surprising if these things were connected.

I sat down and sorted out several dreams.

If there is a connection, it can only be one situation:

The ghost who chopped off the monster's head was the BOSS behind the scenes that controlled the live broadcast, and he may have passed through the entrance and exit of the different space during the fight with the monster, and in reality, he met the female ghost from the Polytechnic High School.

The female ghost could not be eliminated by Qingye's people. Perhaps it was not because of what her parents did when she was buried, but because she was held in his lap and covered by the ghost from the future world.

This kind of idea is really not a reasoning analysis, it is just a forced connection between several things.

But the more I think about it, the more I feel that this idea is probably the truth.

I excitedly called Wu Ling. As soon as the call was connected, I poured out my guesses like a bamboo tube pouring beans.

"...The ghost in the Polytechnic High School... was last confirmed two years before I disappeared. I entrusted this matter to a colleague... Wait a minute. Idiot, that purple toilet in the Polytechnic High School..."

Wu Ling's voice faded away, probably to confirm with Liu Miao, who was missing in the end.

I couldn't hear the voice on the other end of the phone clearly. After a while, I heard Wu Ling's voice again.

"I'll call Qiu Ming later. I will contact you after the results are available." Wu Lingyan said concisely.

I responded and hung up the phone.

I let out a heavy breath and felt a headache.

"hiss--"

Side effects of frequent use of abilities appear.

I shook my head helplessly, packed my things, and threw myself on the bed.

I didn't fall asleep that quickly because of my headache. I don't even know when I fell asleep.

The sound of the alarm woke me up in the morning.

When I opened my eyes, the alarm went off.

The room fell silent.

I touched my phone, opened the screen and saw the message from Wu Ling.

She sent a few pictures.

Before I looked carefully, I guessed what kind of picture it was just by looking at the big chunks of purple.

The white signature in the lower right corner of the picture confirmed my suspicion.

Bai An.

Bai An drew the purple toilet and the scene of the female ghost's death.

I never knew how the female ghost died before, but I found the reason in this painting.

The female ghost was buried in a pile of debris, with obvious blood stains on the exposed half of her head.

She was probably hit on the head by a heavy object and died on the spot. She didn't even realize she was dead. It was many years after she became a ghost that she discovered the truth because of a small opportunity.

There is another picture about the female ghost.

The upper part of the third painting is black, and you can see the pipes on the bottom of the car. The lower part was the ground, where a man lay with only his head and neck exposed. The man turned his face sideways, looking horrified. There was a girl lying next to him. It was the female ghost. She also tilted her head and gave him a sinister smile.

This should be the truth behind the death of the client, Sun Hongbin.

The next drawing made me sit up in bed and suddenly my head cleared.

I saw the man.

In Bai An's paintings, he is also wearing ancient costumes and looks like a banished immortal who is about to ascend.

The background is mountain cliffs and the sea.

That cliff reminded me of Song Xian's description of his hometown.

Sleepy Hollow Island...

In another painting, there are many shadowy figures behind the man.

I can feel the yin energy from the paintings.

Behind the man are ghosts. Their faces are blurry, with only an outline.

I found a female ghost in a white dress with long hair. This look is very similar to the female ghost who appeared in the big horned deer live broadcast. If the details are completed, it should be her without a doubt.

The other girl with long hair in school uniform is the female ghost in the purple toilet.

These paintings all confirm my previous suspicions.

It’s not that I’m being whimsical, nor that I’m forcing the connection between these things.

The truth of the matter should be as I guessed.

As I moved my fingers, I saw another painting.

This time, the background of the painting is the corpse of a huge creature. The monster's head seemed to be outside the drawing paper, but on the edge of the drawing paper, a pool of blood could be seen overflowing.

The man stood on top of the monster, raising his head and looking at the black hole in the sky. His expression seemed to be thinking about something, but also seemed to be suppressing excitement.

His micro-expressions were completely depicted by Bai An.

I moved my finger again and saw the text sent by Wu Ling.

Bai An's painting proved my suspicion. Wu Ling also confirmed with Qiu Ming. The confirmed result is that Qiu Ming has been missing for many years.

This is bad news, but it's also an important clue.

The people in Qingye have been trying to contact the High School Affiliated to Polytechnic University since the morning. In the next few days, they will try to find out the whereabouts of the female ghost. If he is caught, he will contact me directly and ask me to eliminate her.

There is no doubt about my ability to handle her.

I was a little confused and sent a message to Wu Ling to ask her about Liu Miao.

The female ghost killed so many people, her methods were cruel, and she did not shy away from exposing her existence. Liu Miao's ability should be able to deal with her.

"The idiot can see the resentful spirits behind her, but those resentful spirits are too weak to kill her." Wu Ling answered.

I felt angry and a little discouraged.

There has always been a saying that ghosts are afraid of evil people, but I didn’t expect that there is such a level difference between ghosts...

This is actually not surprising.

If there wasn't such a gap, how could Ye Qing kill those ghosts so easily? It is impossible for Shen Xiaorong to eliminate the ghosts of the Shen family in one fell swoop. Shen Xiaorong is right, the difference in strength between ghosts is very obvious. The strong are strong and can easily kill the weak.

I felt suffocated and subconsciously thought about whether I would be able to do that if I died.

If you stay rational, you probably can't.

If I go crazy when I die and become a pure evil ghost after death, probably as Gu Mo said when we first met, I will become the most troublesome evil ghost in history.

I came to my senses and realized that it was late, so I hurried to the unit.

Of course you have to talk to Slender Man and the others about these things.

I just recounted the story as usual to let them know what happened.

What I didn't expect was that the fat man looked thoughtful.

"What blind spot did you find?" The thin man touched the fat man with his elbow.

The fat man hesitated and said: "I seem to have heard this somewhere. Purple toilet..."

"Do you have any classmates from the High School Affiliated to Polytechnic University?" the thin man asked.

None of the three of us graduated from the High School Affiliated to PolyU, and neither did Guo Yujie and Chen Xiaoqiu.

I looked at the two of them, and they both shook their heads.

"There are no classmates... Yueyue should have told me that." The fat man suddenly said.