What is it like to be a wizard in modern times?

The corpse on the ground was the tenant Lin Mingzu who committed suicide half a year ago. Because Banxi didn't cooperate with the spell, there was only one number at the end, which could awaken the memory of a fixed period of time in the enclosed space.

The face of the corpse was bruised and swollen, and the eyes were wide open and turned toward a certain direction. From Bancy's perspective, there seemed to be light in the dilated pupils.

"You didn't commit suicide." Bancy squatted in front of the corpse and concluded at a glance.

Of course he doesn't know much about crime scene investigation, but he can read the marks left by the dead at the scene of death.

Suicides don't leave any deep marks, they float on the surface like dust, and disappear without a trace when the wind blows.Suicides have already stepped into the realm of death when they make up their minds to give up their lives, and they can only stay in place for a short time no matter how they wake up after death.

The imprint that Bancy saw at this time was an ominous crack, indicating that this was a malicious murder.

Candles on the altar burn downward, and the smoke pushes time back.

The energy in the room was not balanced, which slightly affected the effect of the spell, like a montage movie, with the timeline disrupted and interspersed with a story.

The decomposed and deformed corpse suddenly returned to its original handsome and gentle appearance - Banxi had seen a photo of Lin Mingzu in the wizard council materials, and the real person looked more easy-going than the photo.

According to the landlord, Aunt Zhou, he adopted a wild cat with white fur and gentle temperament, which is very attractive.

Banxi saw Lin Mingzu open the door unsuspectingly. He was going to entertain the guests before the trip, thanking them for willing to help look after his cat.

The beautiful white cat he raised curiously sniffed the scent of the guest, and looked up to see the face of the guest.

A face that is so ordinary that you can't find it if you throw it in the crowd, and it also gives people a sense of simplicity and amiability.

Through the conversation, Banxi knew that this was Lin Mingzu's colleague, and he had a good relationship with Lin Mingzu on weekdays.

The colleague brought a bottle of wine, and the two chatted happily, Lin Mingzu ignorantly drank a few glasses.He didn't know why he got drunk very quickly that day, and fell on the table in a daze after a while.

Banxi saw the guests test a few times, and after confirming that Lin Mingzu had really lost consciousness, he took out a rope and put it around the neck of the drunk Lin Mingzu.

"Meow—!"

The Bubble Cat that had been squatting by the side let out a fierce cry, and it jumped up suddenly, leaving deep scratches on the floor.

But what he saw in front of him was just a reappearance of the past, and Bubble Cat's full blow could only cause shallow ripples in the phantom.

It won't stop the deliberate murder, and it won't make the white cat kicked away by the guest brave enough to jump out of its fleeing hiding place and do something about it.

On a night when there is no second person to disturb, guests have plenty of time to create the illusion of suicide.Then he closed the doors and windows, poured out the water and cat food, so that in a few days the hungry cat would make a mess of the house and wipe out the last trace of his presence.

After the guest left calmly, it took a long time for the white cat to get out. It vaguely knew that something bad had happened, and called out to the owner timidly.

Bubble Cat flicked its tail resentfully at the side, then turned its head and jumped onto the altar, scratching Bancy's altar cloth.

In the house without water and food, there is only a timid and frightened cat and its gradually decomposing corpse.

"I know you're hungry." Bansy knelt down, watching the cat biting the dead body after a few days of starvation, with a gentle tone, I don't know which cat he was talking to.

Bubblecat turned its back to him, froze its tail and refused to look at what happened next.

After all, the cat is a wild animal. It is so hungry that it can't recognize whose corpse it is in front of it. It just buries its head to fill its hungry stomach and swallows the corpse mouthful.

At night it hides in the rotting open chest of the corpse, as if the owner is embracing it, stroking its fur as usual.

When the upstairs residents couldn't bear the stench downstairs and called the police, the police, the landlord, the upstairs neighbors, and the onlookers all saw a dirty and thin cat emerging from the broken body. Seeing it disappears like a wisp of green smoke in the light penetrating from outside the door.

"You were too hungry to eat him," Bancy said softly. "You ate his eyes, his heart, and his lingering soul."

A big bubble exploded on Bubble Cat, making a threatening "ho ho" sound.

"Calm down, calm down." Bancy raised his hand to show his harmlessness, "I'm just a wizard, and exorcism is the job of priests... I know he didn't resist, he took the initiative first."

Lin Mingzu's soul is not yet ready to face death, he does not want to go to the kingdom of death, and let his death become a so-called "suicide".

He took the initiative to merge with the cat, prolonging the time they stayed in the world with each other. Originally, such an existence was very weak and could not have any impact on reality.

But after that day, rumors spread in the community, and the stories that became more and more outrageous became the catalyst.

In this era of advanced Internet, the spread of exaggerated rumors distorts the existence of cats.The cat ghost cannibalism story is well-made, and it has been widely circulated on the Weibo forum public account. Banxi can jump out hundreds of related links just by typing in a keyword.

Some people even brought up some ancient myths, saying that the tribes living in the Shenshi area in ancient times used cats as totems and believed in cats as powerful and moody gods. Now some small villages still worship cats. The old temple of the cat god makes the cats near Shenshi particularly spiritual.

The veracity of the myth is debatable, but the human writing in the post is good, which adds a bit of entertainment to the story of the cat ghost.

So from a certain day, there was a shrill cat meowing in the vacant house.

"I thought the modern mysteries could no longer be done." Banxi once again lamented the powerful and active mystery of this land, "Although it has only been transformed into the earth-bound spirit, it is already very remarkable."

It is common for ghosts and ghosts who die of untimely death and grievances to linger, but "spirit" is a completely different concept, which means another existence beyond the real level. The land that Banxi asked for acceptance before is a kind of god.

In the period of the heyday of mystery, "spirits" formed by distorting the essence of rumors were more common, which was one of the typical application examples of group curse.As long as there are "actually existing spell-casting individuals" and "a clear transformation direction", and the story is passed on by enough people, it will produce corresponding power.

In this spell, "the fusion of the cat and Lin Mingzu" is the casting individual, and the "cat ghost who died unexpectedly and longed for revenge" extracted from those stories is the direction of transformation, which is brewed and fermented through the Internet, and finally transformed into a cat calling for bancy.

Bancy couldn't determine whether the cat's desire for revenge came from its own desire, or the setting imposed on it by rumors.

However, he was sure that the person who arranged this house for him, [-]% did not expect the cat to choose to call him.

After all, cats hate Rothbart, as much as hating enemies and taking a bath. According to normal development, Bancy should be dragged to death by the irrational cat the first second he stepped into the house.

Bubble Cat meowed to interrupt Bancy's thoughts of getting sidetracked. It was not interested in the messy intrigues of human beings, and just wanted Bancy to continue his work quickly.

As an earthbound spirit, it has no way to leave this house. It needs Bancy to cut off the chains that bind it so that it can complete its revenge.

Devour the murderer's life, bite the murderer's bones, and take his soul to hell.

A tooth for a tooth, blood for blood.

"Or should I call the police for you?" Bansy touched the Bubbles on Bubble Cat's body and proposed another plan.

"We have cooperated with the Huaguo government, and this kind of case will have to be sentenced to 20 years at least."

He also wanted to struggle with the possibility of buying a house and giving a cat as a gift - cutting off the cat's shackles meant that he had to catalyze the interrupted transformation of the cat. It is still unknown whether the earth-bound spirit is willing to stay in the house.

And the matter of transforming a local land bound spirit is currently outside his authority as a foreign wizard, and there is a serious suspicion of crossing the line.

Bansy's eyes were eager, and the cat sprayed him with bubbles impatiently, and jumped onto the altar lightly.

Do your job and don't talk too much.

Don't pretend that I can't smell that cat smell on your body that makes me uncomfortable. The whole house stinks, you know.

……

Bancy knows now.

The guardian spirit sneered that you were thinking of Peach, watching Bancy pick up the wooden bowl that symbolizes the cup on the altar in desperation, and the voice of chanting a mantra was a bit mournful.

"I request."

He adjusted the frequency of energy through breathing, let the energy flow from the east to the west where the ceremony started, and picked up the small bowl placed on the western altar as a "cup".

"I ask the eternal light to light the sacred fire."

"I ask the land to bestow the mystery of the germ's decay."

"In a cup, in water."

Bansy poured the water from the bowl on Bubble Cat, washing away the bubbles on its body, and the sound was like singing.

"Declare—"

"You are here free."

The water in the bowl contains the power that Banshee appeals to the land and divinity to liberate transformations that have been held back due to lack of mysticism.

Like a broken cocoon, like a sprout.

The fluffy and white bubbles on the cat's body were washed away, and a huge flame burned violently after the bubbles disappeared.

The surroundings suddenly became cold, and the sun shone brightly with the sound of cicadas outside, but it was so cold in the room that Bancy shivered and exhaled a cloud of white air.

The smell of death spread in the room, and the flames enveloped the monster that looked like a cat or some other beast, and its lantern-like eyes were glowing green.

A winding path snaked from its feet, shrouded in thick fog.

Bancy's job is over.

Responding to the cat's request to him, Bancy untied it, showed it the murderer's face, let it hear the murderer's voice, and guided it to the murderer's location.

Fog hangs over the end of the path, but both Bancy and the cat know where it leads.

"I wish you the best of luck." Bansy backed away slightly, out of the cat's way.

No... After bathing in the water in the cup, the cat that was liberated was no longer a cat.

It is a spirit between life and death, stepping on the boundary between Yin and Yang.

In some legends, it is called "the train"-a monster that is said to overturn the coffin of the wicked at the funeral, devour the heart of the wicked, and take the soul of the wicked to hell.

Those who do a lot of evil will be greeted by trains.

At the end of the path, there will be a good show of revenge, and it will be very helpful to understand the realm of death if you can watch it on the spot.Bansy watched the train leave, turned around and cleaned up the altar, and also packed up his overflowing curiosity.

The train walks on the boundary between life and death, and it can only respond to its call and cannot approach it actively, otherwise it will be completely lost in death.

Moreover, he had to think about how to deal with the follow-up turmoil brought about by this incident. He had violated the rules when he first arrived, and both the wizard council and the management center would have to trouble him.

However, Bansy still prepared a bowl of Rothbart's secret snacks and put them on the table in the patio outside.

Maybe the train will come back for afternoon tea when it is hungry after revenge.

Bancy is going out after lunch.Since he chatted with the management center last night, he was notified this morning to go for an interview for the permission application that had to wait a few days. The location is the special external affairs office of the management center.

Not surprisingly, he will also see an assistant (inspector) assigned to him by the Special Affairs Management Center. Whether there was one or not, there must be one after this incident.

Bancy opened his closet, and then opened the large jewelry box that was nowhere to be placed, thinking about suitable collocations.

The meeting time is two o'clock in the afternoon, and he still has an hour to prepare after excluding the time spent on the road.

……

At this time, in the external office of the Special Affairs Processing Center, a tall young man was uncomfortably pulling at the collar of his shirt, moving around until he was held down, and a layer of hairspray was applied to the top of his head.

"Button your clothes! Put your tail away! Don't move!" The young clerk holding a hairspray, comb and scissors scolded, "Shilu, you are a face!"

"……Oh."

Shi Lu hugged his black fur tail, feeling a little aggrieved when he returned.