Aoba Office

The black shadow made no move, just letting the young man sit there, curled up like a child who was afraid of thunder and lightning and the dark.

Ten minutes later, the young man stopped shaking, took out his mobile phone, made a call, and said softly with a weird smile: "Lao San, come to Wangjiaxiang Road. Come over quickly, I'll wait for you, Lao San and I will Shendu is waiting for you."

He hung up the phone, stood up, and the phone fell from his hand. He walked to the toilet, broke off a piece from the broken mirror, and slit his own throat in front of the bathtub like the man before. He did not bend down to bleed, but stepped into the bathtub, lay down, and let his blood and other fluids cover his body. His eyes stared, and his body slowly sank, and his whole body was gradually covered with red liquid.

The young man appeared in the black shadow's right eye. He lay stunned in his eyeballs, maintaining the same posture as when he died, motionless.

On December 1, 2007, video files were analyzed. Audio file 04120071201G.wav.

"...These are all antiques, coins from hundreds of years ago. Coins from prosperous times have righteousness..."

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"...I'm waiting for you. Lao Shen and I are waiting for you..."

"The thing didn't speak and kept making noises. Ye Zi, do you know what this thing is?"

"It's just a ghost that was raised. It should be raised with blood. I don't know about the rest. Everyone's method of raising ghosts is different."

"Tsk, this is too unreliable to let a young man come around with something like this. Who is Ge Song's master?"

"According to the household registration, his adoptive father's name is Ge Sang."

"Ge Jiamu...Ge Jiamu's magic weapon for raising ghosts actually used gold. He seems to be a third-rate guy. This ghost has a lot of moral character. I'm afraid he wasn't caught by Ge Sang or Ge Song. Ge Jiamu's People use gold objects to feed ghosts, and they also use blood to feed ghosts, no wonder they are backlashed."

"Then how to solve this? Can you blow it away?"

"That punch from the boss didn't knock him away."

"No, contact Ge Jiamu's people and let them handle it themselves."

"You can also sell me a favor."

"This is not a favor, it's a slap in the face."

"Hey, it's really nice to be slapped in the face."

"It's not your turn to get slapped in the face."

"We are a unit, so of course it is Aoba who slaps us in the face."

"I'm going to contact you."

"Well, go ahead."

"Ling, don't forget to give us Qingye's name!"

"Ling is not a boring person like you two."

"Nangong, you are so boring..."

"More than that, should we investigate the second hard drive?"

"Huh? What second hard drive?"

"Oh, by the way, Mushroom, you got up late yesterday and didn't know about this."

"what happened?"

"After Shen Zhu died, the second brother watched the video and went crazy. He deleted the contents of the hard drive. The hard drive was used as evidence and was taken back to the police station. Something happened to Brother Tian, ​​and the police found another piece in the next room. Hard drive. Someone installed a hard drive there, started the camera, and continued filming. Only then did he capture Brother Tian’s death. Moreover, the data on this hard drive was also deleted.”

"Is it the second child?"

"Isn't he crazy?"

"What did the police say?"

"We haven't found out who did it yet."

"Let the Ge family handle it first. This matter is not urgent. If the Ge family handles this ghost, we don't need to continue investigating."

On December 1, 2007, I contacted Ge Jiamu to handle the matter and received a positive reply.

On December 4, 2007, two people died in Ge Jiamu, and his ghost escaped.

On December 5, 2007, the video file 04120071204.avi was obtained.

The black shadow was sitting in the room. Among the two eyes, the mummy in the left eye disappeared, while the young man in the right eye turned into a mummy and kept its lying posture unchanged.

Two seconds later, the black shadow turned to look at the door, opened his mouth, and smiled at the door. The smile was ferocious, and the red eyes lit up in the night. The scarlet light was very uncomfortable.

There was a sound in the door lock, someone outside was trying to open the door.

The shadow stood up and retreated until he reached the balcony window.

The door was opened, and two serious-looking people walked in from the door, locking eyes on the black shadow at first sight. One is an old man and the other is a young man. The old man has gray hair on his temples and many wrinkles on his face, but looking at his standing and walking posture, you can tell that he is in good health. He held a wooden stake in his hand, which was thick as a thigh and as long as an arm. A towering tree was carved on the bark, with dense branches and leaves covering the entire wooden stake. The young man has sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, and he looks righteous at first glance. He was also holding something in his hand, which was a wooden sword. The blade of the sword also had patterns, but instead of trees, it had a back pattern, but generally the back patterns were different and not symmetrical.

The black shadow was still grinning when he saw the two of them, and the light from his eyes was even stronger, lighting up the room.

The two men were shocked and blocked the tree stump and wooden sword in front of them respectively.

Bang!

The door is closed.

Small red dots appeared on the surface of the two pieces of wood, which were somewhat similar to bleeding under the human skin.

The faces of the two became increasingly ugly.

The old man gritted his teeth, "That traitor actually used blood to feed ghosts and raised a fierce ghost! Where did he get human blood from?"

The young man's face turned pale and his body trembled slightly, "Grandpa, no, if this continues..."

The old man pointed the wooden stake at the black shadow, "Help me protect the law!" After saying this, he pushed the wooden stake and flew straight towards the black shadow. I couldn't understand what he was doing with his free hands, I just felt dizzy. After a few times, he made a complicated gesture in front of his chest and muttered something. His voice was very loud, louder and clearer than the voice of the young man who took out the copper coin sword and released the black shadow before. In this way, I also heard that he was not speaking normal language, but syllables one by one. The pronunciation was clear, but the speech was very fast. I read a string of words in the blink of an eye, and my brain couldn't keep up with the speed at all.

The young man was guarding the old man with a sword. Several sword flowers danced out of the sword in his hand. Where the sword tip crossed, there seemed to be a flash of green, which was very conspicuous in the red light.

I really didn't expect that this video would turn into a ghost-catching battle, but it couldn't compare to the gorgeous special effects in the movie. The light and shadow effects were mediocre, and the whole screen was filled with red light from the eyes of black figures.

I blinked my eyes and found that the red light turned into a mist at some point, like blood mist, filling the room.

The wooden pile struggled forward in the blood mist and stopped in mid-air, like a magic scene.

The young man paused in his sword dance and suddenly coughed up a mouthful of black blood. The green light on the sword tip disappeared, the red spots on the sword expanded rapidly, and a thick red liquid dripped from the sword tip to the ground.

There was a soft "click" sound.

The young relative's vomiting of blood did not disturb the old man from reciting the incantation, but such a sound, which was almost drowned out by the young man's coughing and wheezing, shocked the old man's mind, his expression and body shape changed, and he was unable to persist. The wooden pile in mid-air trembled, making a "click" sound of the wood splitting. The lines of the big tree on the wooden pile were covered with a layer of blood.

The old man couldn't hold on any longer and vomited out a mouthful of blood. The mantra that he was struggling to hold on to and slowed down his speech a second ago was interrupted.

Click!

The wooden stake in mid-air was powerless and completely cracked, exploding into a ball of viscous blood that scattered all over the floor along with sawdust.

The old man spit out another mouthful of blood. It was no longer black blood, but bright red blood. He fell to the ground and kept vomiting blood. The blood spread under him, and as he vomited blood, his body lost water and transformed into a mummy.

The blood mist in the room was still there, but the eyes of the black shadow became dim and dull, and the eyes returned to the original red dot state. The red dots were still flickering on and off, no longer stable.

The old man lost his resistance. Beside him, the young man's eyes were dull and he lowered his hand. After a few seconds, he raised his hand again and raised the wooden sword that was completely covered in blood and still dripping with blood.