Death Spell

Chapter 15

Anya looked away slightly, listening to the movement outside the door, three people were coming up from the first floor.Looking back at Tang Song in front of him, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he said, "Remember in a moment, no matter what happens, don't make a sound."

Tang Song looked at her puzzled.

Anya took out an exquisite crystal bottle from her bag, which contained only three origami cranes made of yellow paper.The slender fingers took one out of it, put it in the palm, then closed his eyes, and he didn't know what he was saying. After a while, the other hand took out the room card from his pocket, and pointed the paper crane at the room card. clap, put your hands together.

These actions are unfamiliar to Tang and Song, and some even don't understand them.

When Anya opened her eyes and separated her hands, Tang Song found that the paper crane was gone, only a room card, and then leaned over to the gap under the door and stuffed it out.

Although I don't understand the previous action, Tang and Song don't understand this action. Isn't it equal to giving the room card?

Words come down to the throat...

thump, thump, thump—

It was a knock on the door.

Anya turned her head with a smile on her lips, shook her head at the woman whose mouth was still slightly open, and opened the door.

There were three men standing at the door.

I wanted to kick the door straight in, but the man in the lead shook his head to indicate that this would not be good for the two women, not to mention that the two women were both very beautiful when I saw them from behind, since they couldn't run away...then they could do it first.

After a while, I heard the sound of the door lock being opened, and under the man's gloomy eyes, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up.

But the moment the door was opened, the three men stood there in amazement.

It was a heavy-set man in a bathrobe with hair still on the hair.He opened the door with a dissatisfied face, and there was a figure of a woman standing behind him, looking carefully and winking at the person next to him, the man shook his head slightly at him.

"What's the matter?" The man asked impatiently.

How could the man in the lead not know this person, but there are many things that need to be taken care of by the famous local snakes around here.

Immediately smiled, bowed and said, "Sorry, we found the wrong room."

The man nodded and closed the door.

Looking at the numbers on the door, he couldn't understand why it was clearly the third floor but turned into the second floor?Turning away with a puzzled brow, he walked upstairs.

Anya closed the door with a calm expression. For some reason, there was a trace of hidden hostility in an ordinary person.

Turning around puzzled, Tang Song looked puzzled and called softly: "What's wrong?"

Tang Song knew one of the three men, why did he see her as if he was a stranger?And that man's tone...

Could it all have something to do with what she did just now?

Tang Song would never have believed it if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes.

"They, what's going on?"

Anya took out her phone to check the time, raised her eyebrows and said, "If I tell the truth, Miss Tang, would you believe me?"

"You care so much whether I believe you or not?" Tang Song asked back.

Anya laughed innocently: "You are walking with me, if you can't gain mutual trust, how can you continue to get along?"

"Then do you believe me?"

"Believe." Holding the gourd in her hand, Anya responded with a smile: "If I didn't believe you, I wouldn't invite you to come here with me."

At this time, Anya was not wearing sunglasses, and her dark eyes did not fluctuate when answering this question, which proved that she was not lying.

"Thank you."

Anya couldn't laugh or cry when she heard the sound, this woman is so stupid and cute, she didn't expect to say these two words in a long time.

Anya put away the jade gourd, and said lightly: "I don't like to force people, but I hope you believe that I will not make fun of my own life. As for... just now, even if I explain it, you will only think that I am Playing tricks, it's no fun."

Tang Song didn't expect Anya to be so straightforward suddenly, and was a little surprised.Seeing the woman turn around and walk into the bathroom, she sighed helplessly until she heard the sound of water coming from inside.

This sound is to sigh for the deep-rooted obsession in his heart, why he is not willing to let go of those prejudices, put aside these, the person in front of him is really suitable to be friends.

Anya took a bath comfortably, and saw that Tang Song was still standing in the same position as before, barely moving.From the first time I met this woman, although I couldn't see through it...but I could tell that she was persistent and stubborn.Fortunately, he is very rational, so he won't get into the wrong corner, otherwise he must be a self-abuse character.

The personalities given to people by God are usually contradictory, so there are those who can't have both, because there is no perfect person and complete personality in this world.

While thinking about it, he wiped his hair and said, "Aren't you going to wash it?"

Anya, who took off her high heels in front of her, looked a little shorter than Tang Song. The loose pajamas showed off her smaller frame, and her half-dry and somewhat messy short hair matched with this face made her look a few years younger.

age?

How old is she?

"Can I ask what those paper cranes are for?" Tang Song leaned on the table with both hands and raised his eyebrows.

Anya put the towel aside, sat down along the edge of the bed, and the bed made a creaking sound.

"Have you ever heard of the ghost hitting the wall?"

Even Tang and Song, who don’t believe in these things, have heard of these nouns, and they have acted in similar movies in those TV dramas. They nodded, and then asked: "They didn’t know us just now, did they...?" But they felt that the logic was not right. .

Anya shook her head and said lightly, "It was just... a ghost covering her eyes."

Just hearing these three words, Tang Song's body unconsciously had goosebumps.

"Do you believe it?" Anya smiled when she saw Tang Song's reaction.

Tang Song suppressed his expression, cleared his throat deliberately, and asked, "That... is that paper crane you just took out?"

This kind of expression is really interesting, the so-called "that..." presumably refers to "ghost".

Anya nodded and said, "That...is raised by me."

Tang Song looked a little confused, and looked at her puzzled.

With a smile on her brows, Anya said, "I know that even if I let you see it, you will think that I have used some kind of trick to explain it. It can be explained by some scientific theory. But...Miss Tang, you have to know There really is a certain kind of person and a certain kind of space in this world, which cannot be analyzed by science.”

The words were straightforward, Tang Song lowered his eyebrows, and nodded to indicate that she understood.

But An Ya also understood that the reason why Tang and Song were so disgusted with metaphysics was not only because of their childhood education, but also had something to do with Wu Wanting.

"Why did you raise that... instead of letting that... go...to reincarnate?" Tang Song raised his eyebrows and said lightly, pursing his lips.

I thought this question was not difficult to answer, but the woman in front of me had a calm expression, her eyes concealed the accumulation of incomprehension.

Anya was in a daze for a long time before responding: "Sometimes you find it difficult to be a human being, thinking that death is the end of everything, and it's a new beginning. But I don't know, how difficult it is to be reincarnated as a human being again?"

Seeing that Tang Song was listening seriously, the smile on the corner of Anya's mouth faded a bit: "This story is too long to tell, let's go wash up first. It's getting late, I will tell you slowly when I have time."

Tang Song naturally understood that everyone had things they didn't like to talk about, so he nodded, took out a change of clothes from his backpack, and walked into the bathroom.

Anya looked at the closed door, and then her eyes fell on the remaining paper cranes in the bottle.

Tang Song stood under the shower, his long black hair drenched by the water, lazily stuck to his back, like black feathers wetted by rain and dew in the dark night.

The surrounding misty white air surged up, filling the entire bathroom, and even her body began to become hazy.Wiping off the water stains on her face, and concentrating on the sound of rustling water, she realized that Anya didn't take a bath with hot water at all.

She had a new understanding of everything about this woman, and began to wonder about her existence.

Perhaps it is true as he said, everyone has the value and meaning of his existence, so the talents given are different.

Too……

Why believe in the guidance of God, but not the existence of ghosts and monsters?

After taking a shower and drying her hair, she came out and found that the paper crane in the bottle just now was missing another one. Seeing that Anya had changed into a new outfit, she asked in puzzlement, "What happened?"

"I want to hear what they are doing, and find a chance to make a phone call. Go to bed first, and then I think we may have to leave before the police show up." An Yajing sat on the edge of the bed and said.

Because of the work relationship of Tang and Song Dynasties, I often go to bed very late, and it is okay to not rest for a day or two occasionally.

"In this case, I will accompany you."

I also took out a set of outdoor clothes from the bag, went to the bathroom to change, and then took out a pair of hiking shoes to put on.

Anya looked at the jacket, pants and hiking shoes, and said with a smile, "What a professional outfit, do you like mountain climbing?"

"Because my work pressure is relatively high, I will climb mountains whenever I have time. And Wen Hao's major is archaeology, so...he gave me a lot of advice on the outdoor area, and I don't know if he is professional. Tang Song tied up his shoelaces and sat down along the edge of the bed, but his expression was somewhat gloomy when he just mentioned Wu Wenhao's name.Looking at the bottle, he changed the subject and asked, "Well... I think there is another one missing in the bottle."

"Don't let that go... Go out, I can't hear the sound in the hotel." Anya raised her finger and pointed to her ear, and said calmly.

Tang Song looked at her puzzled, and said, "Listen to...the sound from the hotel?"

"Are you interested?" Anya turned to look at her, with a nice smile on her lips, and asked.

Tang Song turned to look back at her, his eyes slightly startled, mainly because the woman's smile in front of her had a feeling that she couldn't describe.

I always feel that behind the jokes, there is another Anya, who is not happy.

Looking at her quietly, the water-like ink hair scattered from her shoulders casually, and nodded in response: "Can I listen?"

This scene also fell in Anya's eyes, her eyes swept over the slipping black hair, and the faint fragrance of the bath on her body, which made her seem translucent.

Such a woman actually became a forensic doctor, which Anya couldn't see through.Thinking of her standing in front of the corpse, holding a knife to dissect.

It really is that Peony died under the knife, so why not dissect it?

Can't help laughing secretly.

"What are you laughing at?" Tang Song stared at Anya indifferently, his eyes were black, like black jade.

"Am I laughing?" Anya hurriedly argued.But secretly drumming in his heart, this woman's ability to perceive words and emotions is so powerful?

"No? But your eyes, they have betrayed you."

Anya pursed her lips, and was about to say something when Tang Song continued, "Can I listen? Hmm?"

Tang Song looked at her. Unexpectedly, at this time, she suddenly leaned over, stretched out her hand, lifted Tang Song's broken hair that had just fallen on her shoulders, and brushed the back of her hand across her neck. The cold feeling invaded and provoked Tang Song. The whole person seemed to be stiff.