Aoba Office

"Why are you here?" I asked helplessly.

The thin man sat astride the chair in front of me, rolled his eyes, and said seriously: "I still want to ask you this question. Do you still regard us as brothers when you do this behind our backs? All these years of brotherhood are in vain. called."

The fat man just smiled innocently and wanted to sit on the chair next to me. It took him a long time to squeeze his fat body into the small seat.

"Things are different this time." I didn't hide it when I saw it. "I'm basically sure now that it is an evil ghost. I don't have a clue how to deal with it."

The thin man touched his chin, "When it comes to exorcising ghosts, there are usually only a few ways. Taoist priests and monks in our country deal with ghosts directly, so they must have real skills. Exorcists in the West are all priests and must have faith and understand Latin. Wen. However, there are some shortcuts that ordinary people can take."

I thought of Slim Man’s ex-girlfriend and asked Slim Man for his opinion: “What shortcut?”

"Burn the corpses and relics." The thin man replied, "I don't know if this method will work, but from a metaphysical concept, the existence of ghosts actually relies on the thoughts of living people and the traces they left on physical objects during their lifetimes. If you destroy these two things, they will no longer exist."

I listened to the thin man's blabbering and was half convinced.

Ye Qing seems to have a special ability that can directly kill ghosts, but he has mentioned the concept of spiritual bodies. He cannot destroy spiritual bodies, but can only destroy the carriers of spiritual bodies, such as corpses.

This is somewhat consistent with Shouzi's mysterious and mysterious philosophy.

"Everything is cremated and buried now. You can't find the body, right? It's difficult to find the relics. Who knows which garbage dump they were scattered in?" The fat man pointed out the difficulty.

The thin man raised a finger and shook it, "No, no, not all relics can be left behind. That thing must have obvious characteristics." He pointed to the fat man's belly, "For example, if you want to become a ghost after death, , it should be attached to the snack box at your house."

I burst out laughing.

Fatty's snack box was famous in college. It was an iron box that took up a lot of space in the dormitory. It could be opened at any time, and it was filled with snacks of various varieties. It was the storage box that Fatty had used since he was a child. It was used to store toys when he was a child. When he was older, he used it to store food. It was carefully maintained by him and there was no rust at all.

The fat man touched his belly depressedly, "I have eaten less now."

"Then we need to find out the identity of that evil ghost first." An idea flashed in my mind, "I suspect that he is from the entertainment industry."

Thin people and fat people listen to my analysis.

"The scenes he... designed are... shocking." When I said the words "design" and "shock", I felt very nervous. It's really crazy to take pleasure in killing people. Then he said: "After the two girls died, he would still praise 'perfect'. Zhang Shanmei was filming on the same crew before the accident, so he probably followed her from there to the drama academy." Just like Xue Tao would Following the movement of people, this evil ghost must have done the same, from the studio to the drama school.

"Then just check the studio to see who died there." The thin man slapped his thigh, "I'll go find Ma Yibing and ask what crew Zhang Shanmei is in."

"It's better not to ask him. He's already scared enough. If you ask again, won't you be irritating him again?" I stopped the thin man.

I remember what Ye Qing said to Zheng Xiaorui. It would be too pitiful if Ma Yibing, an innocent man, was frightened by supernatural events and attracted more evil spirits and died unexpectedly.

"Look for Chen Xiaoqiu. It's easy for her to get information at the police station." Fatty suggested.

The thin man muttered and called Chen Xiaoqiu.

I suddenly felt a hint of cold wind, jumped up from my seat, and rushed out of the classroom.

There was no one in the corridor, and outside the window was a completely darkened sky. I walked to the stairwell and saw a bright moon reflected in the glass window.

Soon, the moon was blocked by the figure of a girl. The girl reached out and grabbed the loose silk scarf around her neck.

"Stop!" I shouted quickly, tore off the seal that was only a warning, jumped down the stairs, and stretched out my hand to the girl.

My hand passed through the girl's body, grabbed a hole, and the girl disappeared.

"Brother Qi, what's wrong?" The thin man rushed over.

I looked ugly and said to the thin man: "The ghost of the deceased just now appeared."

The thin man and the fat man looked around nervously.

"She disappeared." I frowned, walked up the stairs slowly, and leaned on the handrail, "Just wait and see."

Was it because of my intervention that she disappeared? Do you want to be like Zhang Shanmei that time, witness her crazily and cruelly torturing her body, and then free her?

I looked down at the steps, squatted down and touched them, and it turned out to be cold.

The evil spirit sat here and killed the girl, watching her miserable performance.

"Have you ever thought about something?" the fat man said suddenly.

The thin man and I both looked at him.

"There is a murderer in both cases, and the murderer has never denied his crime." Fatty said.

The skinny man and I's eyes lit up.

"That evil ghost controlled those two people to commit murder?"

"It's probably not possession. Neither case has been judged. The murderers are in prison. It can't be divided into two and control two people at the same time, right?"

"If it's not possession, then it's brainwashing, right? There's a novel like this. Evil spirits can..."

The conversation ended because of my sudden turning of the head.

The girl appeared again.

"Brother Qi? Are you here?" the thin man asked nervously.

I nodded.

The thin man and the fat man saw nothing. They could only hold their breath and wait for my movements.

I stared at the girl's back and couldn't bear to watch her wringing her own head.

collapse!

Boom!

"What's the sound?" The thin man was startled, staring at the stairs below without blinking.

The fat man said hesitantly: "It seems to be something..."

Bang!

The sound of the headless corpse falling interrupted the fat man's words.

The two men couldn't see, but they could hear.

I waited for a while, but I didn't see the girl making any weird follow-up actions like Zhang Shanmei. After a moment, the headless body disappeared.

"Brother Qi?" The thin man poked me.

I hesitated and briefly told them what I saw, "Zhang Shanmei asked me how my performance was, this..."

"Did her head roll down?" The fat man pointed downstairs.

The three of us looked at each other.

The thin man patted my shoulder and said, "Let's go."

If you want to ask questions, you must have a mouth. If you have a mouth, you must have a head.

The three of us went down the stairs.

"Which floor did you fall on?"

"The sound sounds like it shouldn't be too far away, right?"

The thin man and the fat man did not witness the tragedy with their own eyes, so they talked about it calmly. But the thin man was obviously pretending to be strong, and his eyes kept moving around. I couldn't help but wonder what happened between the thin man and his ex-girlfriend, which actually left such a strong psychological shadow on him.

We went down one floor first. I looked up and could see where the girl had committed suicide. After waiting for a while, things happened again. I watched the head roll down the stairs and reached out to catch it. Unexpectedly, I missed it and the head disappeared.