Nightmare Apostle

Continue to look down, there are some similar posts, but there are few that can accurately name the place and the events. Most of them are a few blurry photos, and then add some vague descriptions. Some of the posts have confusing logic and the sentences are reversed. It is very difficult to read, which makes Yang Xiao doubt the mental state of the poster.

However, many of these posts mentioned that a team of police entered the scene and they were suspected to be carrying special equipment. After that, most of the strange events in the photos were solved.

Based on the information obtained from Kuang Hongyi today, Yang Xiao judged that some of these posts should be true. The special police they mentioned should be investigators of the Patrol Office like Kuang Hongyi.

But from the revelations in the posts, the frequency of these supernatural events is not too low, otherwise there would not be so many patrol offices set up in a third-tier city with a population of one million like Rongcheng. According to Kuang Hongyi, Rongcheng has at least two.

Kuang Hongyi claimed to be an investigator of the Anping District Patrol Office, and he would be working at the Lin'an District Patrol Office tomorrow.

It seems that the days after joining the Patrol Office will not be too peaceful. Once a supernatural event occurs in the jurisdiction, they will have to take the lead.

However, Yang Xiao thought that they would always have an internship period, just like playing a new game, and novice protection must be provided. He can take this opportunity to learn more.

Thinking of this, Yang Xiao opened his backpack and took out the costume. This was the first resentful eye object he got. Kuang Hongyi said that this costume has recognized its owner, and under normal circumstances, the resentful eye object will not attack the holder for no reason.

Spreading the costume on the table, Yang Xiao carefully observed that the costume was very exquisitely made, and there was embroidery made of colored thread on it.

But when Yang Xiao gently opened the costume, he was surprised to find that the inside of this bright red costume was actually blue, and the lining was embroidered with paper money with a round outside and a square inside.

Yang Xiao never thought that there was a ghost robe hidden inside this red costume.

No, it should be said that if the costume is worn inside out, it is a ghost robe!

Seeing this ghost robe suddenly in the middle of the night, it is not fake. Yang Xiao immediately folded the costume again and stuffed it back into his backpack. Then he put the backpack into the closet, pressed it with an unused pillow, and finally closed the door.

Lying on the bed, Yang Xiao forced himself to clear his mind. He was going to sleep.

But his body was very tired, but his brain was very excited. Yang Xiao tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. He had to close his eyes and count sheep. He didn't know how long he counted. His thoughts became dull little by little, and his breathing slowly stabilized. Everything that happened during the day flashed through his mind like a slide, until it stopped at Kuang Hongyi's face.

Kuang Hongyi sat in the cafe with his head down. It was foggy around him. Yang Xiao couldn't see his face clearly, but could only see his lips moving.

Yang Xiao stared at his lips as much as possible, trying to figure out what he was saying. The next second, Yang Xiao suddenly understood. He was repeating a sentence that he had said during the day: "When the brain waves happen to be in the same frequency as the magnetic field of the ghost, they will be awakened and appear next to you."

! ! !

At this moment, Yang Xiao suddenly woke up and sat up directly from the bed. He was breathing heavily and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

But the next second, Yang Xiao suddenly didn't dare to move. The lights in the room went out at some point. He turned on the lights before going to bed.

The surrounding area was surprisingly quiet, without any noise. Yang Xiao could even hear his own breathing. This express hotel was in the business district, next to the busy pedestrian street, but now it was very quiet outside the window, and the hotel was also silent, as if everyone had disappeared.

Yang Xiao's eyes swept around a little bit, his eyes gradually became familiar with the darkness, and soon he discovered something even more terrifying, this was not his room.

No, that's not right, this is his room, but it has changed, everything in the room has become shabby.

The wardrobe was crooked, the wooden board had cracked, the table and chairs were overturned on the ground, hanging in front of the dressing mirror, and the clothes that were originally planned to be worn for the inauguration tomorrow were so rotten that the original style could not be seen, and there were holes everywhere.

The walls were covered with mold, the floor was uneven as if it had been soaked in water, and there were some messy sundries piled up in the corners. It looked like it had been abandoned for decades.

"Guga——"

"Zhiga-'

The sudden sound made Yang Xiao's heartstrings tense. The sound was a bit sharp, as if someone was scratching something with their nails.

Yang Xiao was a scriptwriter for supernatural scripts, so his imagination was also focused on this area, no matter how scary it was,

Now this skill has hurt him badly.

With the previous experience, Yang Xiao understood that doing nothing would mean slow death. If he wanted to survive, he had to be bold and careful. This was obviously another supernatural event. Once he encountered such a thing, he would either Solve it, or wait for it to solve you.

Yang Xiao got off the bed very carefully, but the bed was almost rotten, and he almost stepped on it and made a hole.

Yang Xiao approached the door little by little, and the strange scratching sound came from outside the door.

At this moment, the door was not locked, and it was about one-fifth open. Looking out through the gap, the corridor was foggy.

Not daring to open the door, Yang Xiao slowly retreated, intending to go to the closet to find the costume first. After all, it was a resentful thing, and it might save his life when he encountered danger.

But suddenly, the fog outside the door dispersed a large piece, Yang Xiao suddenly widened his eyes, and saw that the original corridor disappeared, and the ground turned into dark brown land. As the fog continued to retreat, Yang Xiao noticed that something was moving in the depths of the fog.

The next second, several people dressed as ancient servants walked out of the fog side by side, throwing paper money into the air as they walked.

This was just the beginning. More and more people walked out of the fog, with strange makeup on their faces,

like paper figures, and Yang Xiao also found several familiar faces in the team, Mr. Feng, Butler Liu, and Master Xuanli, the second young lady, and even the coachman and Master Zhao Wu. The leader of the team could not see the end at a glance.

These people were all in mourning, with dull eyes and strange smiles on their faces. This was a funeral procession. Yang Xiao's first reaction was that these people were burying Chun Jie, which was also a kind of atonement.

As expected, a large red coffin soon appeared in the mist, carried by eight burly martial artists.

There was a painting hanging on the coffin.

The moment he saw the painting clearly, Yang Xiao's mind buzzed. It turned out that he was in the painting!

In the painting, he sat upright on a throne, his hands on his knees, his face solemn, and he was wearing a blue funeral robe embroidered with paper money.