Purifier

When the two came downstairs, a handsome car was already waiting on the side of the road. Zheng Yiming leaned against the door and looked at his watch: "You are 30 seconds late."

Mo Ling barely spit out his breath, and Mu Jue almost choked on the yogurt.

Sitting in the car, Mo Ling touched the comfortable seat and said, "Sir Zheng is quite rich, and he uses his private car for business."

Zheng Yiming said coldly: "This is not an official business, this case is not allowed to be investigated, we are now going there in a private capacity."

Mo Ling said: "The superior must like a subordinate like you very much. He is unsmiling, devotes himself to his work, and does not waste a cent of the country."

Zheng Yiming reached out and opened the rearview mirror, turned it to an angle where he could not see the rear seat, and drove quietly.

So, the three of them came to the destination in silence.

The gorgeous buildings shrouded in the night are even more charming. The four big characters of "Zijin Huafu" are shining golden, most of the windows are dark, and only a few households are lit, which seems a little impersonal.

Zheng Yiming showed his ID to the security guard at the gate, and led Mo Ling and Mu Jue in.

The footsteps of the three people echoed rhythmically in the empty hall like a tap dance, the reflection on the marble floor was deep, and the crystal ornaments on the chandelier made a "ding ding ding" collision sound in the absence of wind, and there were no residents In and out, no one spoke, and it was as clean as an abandoned empty building.

"Ah—" Mo Ling sighed.

"What's wrong! Did you find a problem?" Zheng Yiming was nervous, and his right hand habitually touched the pistol at his waist.

But Mo Ling touched the gold-plated decorations on the wall, and sighed in admiration: "This, is it real gold? 18K or 24K? The place where rich people live is really magnificent! Mu Jue, quickly take a few more photos with your mobile phone .”

Mu Jue took out his mobile phone and snapped frantically, capturing the luxurious scenery in 360 degrees.

Zheng Yiming had a cross on his forehead. If his subordinates looked like this, they would have been expelled a hundred times long ago!

Due to the director's face, he could only suppress his dissatisfaction and said in a low voice: "Mr. Mo, please take responsibility and don't disappoint the director's expectations."

Mo Ling nodded again and again: "Hey, yes, yes, officer! Don't always be so impatient."

Zheng Yiming was choked by his words again, people who deal with ghosts are really unreasonable, he went straight to the elevator and pressed the button on the top floor.

Mo Ling and Mu Jue followed closely behind.

A shining spirit particle floated by, Mo Ling's eyes were quick, and he stretched out his hand to intercept it. The spirit particle penetrated his palm and flew towards a high place, like a firefly wandering alone.

Mo Ling's palm felt cold and moist in an instant, as if the spirit particle just now was a flying tear.He looked up in the direction in which the spirit particles were floating, and the same substance was floating sparsely above the lobby, some of which were stuck to the ceiling and dripped down from time to time.

It looked like the building was crying.

I didn't see ghosts, let alone feel the evil spirit of evil spirits.Mo Ling was full of doubts—whose spirits are these?

"Bangdang-"

Zheng Yiming and Mo Ling turned their heads to look at Mu Jue, the maker of the sound, vigilantly.

Mu Jue apologized, "Throw away the yogurt box."

"Huh—" the two men breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

"Boom!" A louder noise sounded.

The trash can fell to the ground without any external force, and more than a dozen photos floated out from the entrance, and were blown in all directions by an unprovoked gust of wind, one of which was stepped on by Mu Jue.

He bent down to pick it up, and the moment his fingers touched the photo, some chaotic pictures flashed in front of his eyes - a boy covering his ears with his hands, an old house, several men with fierce spirits, a picture A single bed, a grave, a man and a woman, a huge flame.

"What do you feel?" Mo Ling patted Mu Jue on the shoulder and called him back to reality.

Mu Jue closed his eyes for a while, then opened them tiredly, as if he had had a long dream, and looked down at the photo in his hand, a man, a woman and a boy, without feet, suspended in the air, pointing at him.

"It's them," Mu Jue said, "I saw them just now, they are full of resentment, but the picture is a bit messy."

Mo Ling took the photo and looked at it. It should be a family of three, a murder case?

He handed the photo to Zheng Yiming and said, "The evidence, please Sir Zheng take it back to the police station to check, see if we can find any clues."

Zheng Yiming put his hands in his pockets, and didn't intend to take it at all. He glanced at the photo, saw the seemingly evil picture, and said: "This...is the work of the Ministry of Justice, and we can't do it for you."

Mo Ling handed the photo to Mu Jue: "Keep it, take it back."

Mu Jue shook his head desperately: "I don't want photos of dead people."

The photo couldn't be shaken off in Mo Ling's hands, like a time bomb. He looked at the six eyes full of hatred in the photo, and thought to himself: If there is a grievance, there is a debtor, please don't come to me tonight.

The elevator opened with a "ding" and there was no one in it, but there was an evil spirit rushing towards us, of course - only Mo Ling and Mu Jue felt it.

Zheng Yiming raised his foot as if nothing had happened and was about to step in. His front foot was about to touch the ground, and his body's center of gravity had already moved forward. At the critical moment, Mo Ling forcefully pulled him back from behind.

"Don't go in! It's dangerous!" Mo Ling stopped.

"Sir Zheng, don't you see that the elevator has no bottom? You will fall to your death if you go in." Mu Jue added.

Zheng Yiming carefully observed the interior of the elevator, and was very puzzled. In his eyes, there was clearly a bottom.

"Look!" Mo Ling threw the photo in his hand, and the photo fell straight down and disappeared.

Zheng Yiming was a little scared, could this be the legendary blindfold?

Watching the elevator door slowly close, Zheng Yiming asked: "If I went in just now, would I have fallen directly to the parking lot on the basement floor? Maybe, I won't be able to die."

"Well, you can't die, but you will be in a half-dead state for the rest of your life." Mo Ling patted Mu Jue on the head and said, "You explain it to the police officer."

Mu Jue cleared his throat, like reciting a text: "Every confinement space has the characteristics of being isolated from the Yang world. It may form a spiritual circuit and enter another world from then on. People inside can never go out. People outside Can never come in. Therefore, our bedrooms must have windows, not only for lighting, but also for communicating with the sun world.”

Zheng Yiming seems to be listening to the scriptures, dare to feel that there are rules in this supernatural world, which are restrictive like legal provisions.

Some things would rather be believed than not believed. Moreover, the numbers on the LCD screen of the elevator were displayed irregularly between -30 and 30 floors. He looked at the two "magic sticks", one big and one small, and said: "Let's take the stairs."

Mo Ling held him back: "We are going to the top floor, don't worry, I have a solution."

Before Mo Ling could show off his unique skills, Mu Jue had already taken a step ahead and pasted a magic talisman on the elevator door. The magic talisman turned into a beam of light and slipped in through the crack of the door.

The elevator immediately went back to the first floor, the door opened, and the inside was calm and calm, with no monsters or evil spirits.

"Little Mu Jue is becoming more and more active. The power of love is really great." Mo Ling teased, and collapsed in first, and the other two followed into this small sealed iron box.

The elevator ascended slowly, slowly and steadily.

Mo Ling began to teach the "survival rules" of the elevator: "When the elevator stops suddenly, first, quickly press the emergency call button and all floor buttons; second, lean against the side of the elevator facing the door; third, keep Look ahead, no matter what you see, don't act rashly; fourth..."

The elevator suddenly got stuck on the fourth floor, the lights went out, and it was pitch black.

It seemed that there was a cold wind pouring in through the crack of the door, and the temperature dropped sharply.

Zheng Yiming quickly carried out the above rules, reached his waist to hold the gun, but was stopped by Mo Ling, he couldn't see his expression, only heard the voice: "Don't draw the gun, be careful of accidental injury, and your gun doesn't work. "

"Hahahaha...hehehehe..."

The laughter of a child came from the emergency call.

The elevator shook, and the three of them leaned against the inner wall of the elevator, neither leaning nor falling, very stable.

The elevator continued to vibrate and made a sharp "Zi-Zi-" sound, which sounded like long fingernails scratching heavily on the metal surface.

Then, a female voice sang: "My sister carried a doll on her back and went to the garden to see the cherry blossoms...", the singing echoed, overlapping, weeping and complaining, and gradually approached.

Mo Ling held the red eagle in his hand and asked, "Mu Jue, tell me the direction."

In the space where he couldn't see his fingers, only Mu Jue's eyes were shining with a strange yellow light. He looked around, finally set his gaze on the top of the elevator, and said, "It's right up there!"

Mo Ling pulled the trigger upwards, and at the same time as the red light shot out, the elevator returned to normal, showing that it had reached the top floor.

At this time, Mo Ling still maintained his shooting posture, and Zheng Yiming pushed him: "Your hand is cramping?"

Mo Ling put down the gun and said, "If I told you that I had a gun in my hand and scared away a ghost just now, would you believe it?"

"Letter." Zheng Yiming stepped out.

The lights in the corridor flickered on and off, and the wind blew from the end of the corridor, rolling up a few pieces of waste paper on the ground.The walls are a bit damp, with drops of water hanging on them, and it smells musty.The green sign on the fire exit turned blood red, flashing and flashing, which was a bit shocking.

"Dum———"

The sound of metal tapping broke the silence.

"Is there a situation?" Zheng Yiming got up to 12 points and was extremely vigilant.

"I can only hear his voice but not his person." Mo Ling said, "It seems that they are playing hide-and-seek with us."

The three walked towards the fire escape, which led to the roof.

"Gollum..."

Zheng Yiming: "What kind of sound is this again? Ghost screaming?"

Mu Jue clutched his stomach: "No, I'm hungry."

Mo Ling pulled his arm forward and said, "Let's go, foodie!"