Aoba Office

The photos were easy to get, so Gu Mo just asked the detective to take them, but other things were difficult. He discussed with Wu Ling, but Wu Ling reluctantly said that it would be fine without hair and nails.

I'm curious about how Wu Ling did it. Recall that I also found a doll in a cardboard box at Qingye Supernatural Agency, placed with the cat bones. I don’t know if it was that one.

Gu Mo was also curious about this, but Wu Ling refused Gu Mo's visit directly and rudely.

"Don't hinder me." Wu Ling said a few words and slammed the door in front of Gu Mo.

Gu Mo was very angry.

But I felt cold all over.

Wu Ling entered the room at the end of the corridor.

This is the first time Gu Mo has entered the interior of the office, and it is also the first time I have entered the interior of the office twenty years ago.

Office, lounge, kitchen, bathroom, none of these have changed. Then there's the corridor.

There are three rooms in the corridor with three doors. One door is open and empty inside, with no furniture or anything. The other two doors are closed. There is a painting hanging on the door of the room at the end. It is the same abstract painting I have seen before. It is very large and takes up the entire door. At a glance, the door frame is almost ignored.

Wu Ling opened and closed the door in front of him and could not see what was going on inside. Gu Mo didn't force it and turned around angrily.

I'm still staring at that door.

Is this Wu Ling's room? So what’s with the malice I feel and the strange switch between doors and paintings? Something happened while Wu Ling was chanting the mantra? Just like the plots of those horror movies and disaster movies, accidents caused changes here?

"Ling doesn't like to be looked at. Summer insects can't talk about ice. We laymen shouldn't be an eyesore." Liu Miao patted Gu Mo on the shoulder. He was more than ten years younger than Gu Mo, probably nearly twenty years old, but there was no sense of incompatibility at all in their posture.

Gu Mo curled his lips and said, "The look in her eyes is not 'summer insects can't talk about ice', but 'shuzi is deficient and resourceful'."

"Hahaha! Pretty much the same!" Liu Miao laughed carelessly.

Ye Qing didn't come to watch the fun from the beginning, but was reading a book. There was no title on the cover. Judging from the large volume, it was probably some kind of monograph.

Nangong Yao didn't come to see the excitement, but opened the closed door and went in directly. I hurried over and took the opportunity to take a look. Unlike what I saw twenty years later, this room was not filled with cardboard boxes. Instead, there was a circle of computers.

Using "circle" as a quantifier is not because I am uneducated, but it is an appropriate description that I subconsciously chose.

Twenty years ago, there were no LCD screens. The long table in the room was arranged in an arc, with five computer screens placed on it, which looked very funny. Switching to an LCD screen and substituting that high-tech feeling will make it easier to accept this arrangement. Against the wall is a row of large servers, with red, green, and yellow lights flashing non-stop.

Nangong Yao can hack into the databases of big companies and hack into public transportation systems to obtain surveillance videos. Needless to say, his strength is so impressive. Using such exaggerated hardware only made me stunned for a moment before I accepted it.

Liu Miao and Gu Mo were sitting on the sofa chatting. Mainly Gu Mo was talking, bragging about his music career and talking about the occasional jobs he had received as a music director or dubbing director. He casually broke the news about this singer's temper and that movie star's arrogance.

About three hours later, Wu Ling opened the door and came out with a doll in his hand.

That doll was different from any I had ever seen. It is completely made of rope, with a round head, a stick-shaped body and limbs. I don't really like dolls like this, but Guo Yujie would probably shout "so cute". I have seen a large pendant similar to the one on her backpack. It is not a doll, but a dog.

"That's it?" Gu Mo looked at the doll curiously.

Wu Ling nodded and placed the doll on the coffee table.

After placing it like this, the doll lies flat, face up, and the facial features that were not seen at first are exposed.

Gu Mo stared at the baby face for a long time and commented: "It's very rough."

The picture of the baby-faced rapist was cut out and pasted on the round head.

I nodded, agreeing with Gu Mo's view.

The doll has no clothes or shoes, and its body is clean and smooth, like a stick figure. In a costume drama, the villain should at least have a birth date. This African voodoo is so crude, can it work?

Unlike Gu Mo, I have heard of voodoo to some extent, but all my knowledge of voodoo comes from horror movies. I don’t know whether the content of the horror movie is true or false. For example, the common horror movie stalker, the famous foreign Bloody Mary, really existed in history. But when it comes to horror movies, some crews are more sophisticated and get some antique books as materials and put in a few medieval-style illustrations. It’s casual, even the special effects only cost 50 cents, so don’t ask for high salaries for the screenwriter and prop team. The voodoo I've seen in horror movies is also diverse, and there's a lot of blood involved. It's bloody, a favorite of European and American horror films. Whether it's bleeding others, cutting your own flesh, or killing cats, dogs, and rabbits, the audience finds it exciting.

In any case, this doll doesn't feel scary at all. If you put it in a movie or TV show, you will be scolded.

I looked at Wu Ling.

I couldn't see Wu Ling's face, but seeing that she kept her straight posture and didn't speak, she probably wasn't angry.

"How to use it?" Liu Miao asked, "Can I touch it?"

"You can't." Wu Ling spoke and said to Gu Mo, "Come here."

"Ah?" Gu Mo didn't know why.

"Think of your hatred for the rapist and grab this voodoo doll." Wu Ling raised her chin to Liu Miao and said, "Give him your knife."

Liu Miao felt in his pocket and took out a butterfly knife. He moved his fingers handsomely, and the knife made a "click" and "click" sound. Liu Miao handed the knife to Gu Mo. , the knife has been opened, and the handle is pointed at Gu Mo.

The corner of Gu Mo's mouth twitched, "It seems like a bargain? This doll is very strong."

I can't tell what the doll is made of, but the rope is wrapped around and around, and it does look very strong.

"Don't worry, as long as your emotions are strong, you can easily kill him." Wu Ling said a terrifying word in an understatement.

"Isn't it too much to kill...?" Gu Mo hesitated and used a knife to mark the baby's crotch in an unskilled manner, "I don't have such strong emotions. You should find Tong Lili's family. this……"

"Just come. How strong your emotions are, how bad things will happen to him. Whatever you want him to encounter, he will encounter something." Wu Ling's voice became ethereal and weird, "Press If you act what you want in your heart, you will get the results you want. No belief, no skills, no strength is required, it just depends on your emotions and your obsession. People are very scary creatures. You can do it."

Gu Mo's eyes were fixed on the doll, and he was extremely focused. The butterfly knife in his hand suddenly stabbed down, piercing the doll like cutting tofu, and made a clear collision sound with the coffee table. Gu Mo's hand shook and let go. The butterfly knife was inserted in the middle of the doll's body, and it fit perfectly with the ropes.

I suddenly trembled and felt something strange in the air.

And from the place where the butterfly knife and the ropes fit together, red liquid seeped out. Gradually, red liquid oozed from the doll's body, staining the photo red.