Tianshi Museum

Xia Zha danced lightly and far away, even though the frequency was very low, he was at the forefront.

Suddenly, while jumping somewhere, he stopped.

"It's near here."

Shen Dagon followed up, nodded and said, "It's here."

Old Zhao: "What is it?"

"The place where the corpses were thrown." Xia Zha replied, "The smell of blood is very strong. This smell should be from the corpses from two months ago."

Old Zhao didn't smell anything, only the smell of grass and trees, but this didn't stop him from getting goosebumps all over his body after hearing Xia Zha's answer: "Really...there was a murder case..."

"The method is still very bad," Shen Gun squinted and looked around, "very strong resentment."

"Yes...how strong..."

Shen Gun glanced at him: "Anyway, I'm not as strong as I am."

Xia Zha laughed.

"Brother, don't make fun of me at this time," Old Zhao wanted to cry, "Is it easy for me to be an ordinary person?"

Shen Gun really ignored him, but said to Xia Zha: "It's time to test you. In this situation, what should a qualified Tianbo employee do?"

Xia Zha pondered.

Old Zhao: "It's still a question, isn't the body found to find out the truth of the case?"

Xia Zha shook his head: "No, that's the job of the police. The Tianshi Museum doesn't interfere with non-spiritual events. It's our job to catch ghosts and demons, and protect the house."

This is highlighted in the books Shen Gun wrote to him.

Excessive use of inhuman abilities to interfere with the normal human order will cause backlash over time.

There are causes and effects, and everything should have its own choice.

"That's right." Shen Gun looked at Lao Zhao with contempt, and then said to Xia Zha in the tone of a first-comer, "You must remember this, if you find that things are completely man-made, there is nothing weird about it If you have the power, then you don't care about this matter. Even if you sympathize, even if you can't bear it, don't make a move."

Zombies are existences beyond the five elements and not bound by heaven and earth, but if they are contaminated with too many causes and effects in the world, they will not be punished.

Although Xia Zha is not a human being, he doesn't know much about warlocks and the principles of yin and yang. He is currently in a state of groping for the modern world and for ghosts and monsters, and Shen Gun has always been his guide.Therefore, when he heard Shen Gun's serious warnings again and again, he nodded solemnly.

Shen Gong showed a relieved expression.

"Come on," he said, "and see if your car is fixed."

"Don't you want to find the body?"

"Looking for it, but it's not us looking for it." Shen Gun glanced at the dense bushes around him, then cast a glance at Old Zhao, "Call the police."

Lao Zhao quickly took out his mobile phone: "Okay, call the police, I'll call now..."

I just pressed two of the three numbers "110", and Lao Zhao recalled: "That's not right... What should I say when I called? It means that my friend is a celestial master, and my friend's friend is a zombie, so we went all the way." Following the yin, I found a place. This place may be a place where people were murdered and quartered? Or my friend and I had nothing to do, walked to the side of the highway, walked in the grass for more than ten minutes, and found this possibility Was there a murder?"

Shen Gun raised his eyebrows: "Is there a problem?"

"There must be!" Old Zhao was about to go crazy, "No matter how you say it, normal people can't believe it."

Shen Gun made a "cut".

Xia Zha heard the words and thought seriously: "You are right."

Old Zhao wanted to cry but had no tears: "This is no longer a matter of reason..."

"I know, don't worry." Xia Zha comforted him, "The question is how can we make everything run smoothly."

"That's right!" Old Zhao nodded desperately.

"But I think Shen Dagon should have a way." Xia Zha said.

"Is there...?" Old Zhao suspected that his distrust of his brother had already broken through the sky.

Shen Gon stared at him for a long while, then let out a soft "tsk".

"Of course there is."

Old Zhao: "...so what is it?"

"Let's say that after you passed by here again, the car broke down again. After getting out of the car, the dog barked at the side of the road and even got into the woods. When I got home, I found bloody cloth strips on its legs. In order to dispel suspicion, you ran to the anchorage and even found a bloody shoe, so you immediately called the police.”

Lao Zhao did have a dog, but he was too busy with work these days, so he left it to his mother to take care of it for the time being.

At this moment, after hearing what Shen Dun said, Lao Zhao slapped his head and suddenly realized: "It makes sense!"

Xia Zha smiled: "Is this called 'the head can't turn sharply'?"

Shen Gun nodded: "Yes, you have learned modern cold jokes, and you have learned to use them flexibly. Yes, it is just around the corner to integrate into modern life."

Old Zhao: "...Hey, don't use him as a study material in front of the person involved, brother."

Xia Zha smiled and said to him, "Come with me."

Old Zhao followed him for a few steps without knowing why.

"Here, the bloody cloth strips and shoes."

Old Zhao was startled when he heard this, and looked into the grass, and he saw what Xia Zha said.

Emotional Shen Gun also discovered these two things, so he made things up.

In this way, he only needs to drive the car, bring the dog, come here to drop anchor once, and go through the procedure.

No way, other than that, to be honest, very few people believe that there are really celestial masters in this world; other theories seem to be faulty, sneaking into this barren mountain to discover murders, like suspects .

we can only do this.

Now that the script has been arranged, the next step is to act.

It was a matter of his own concern, and Lao Zhao was naturally very eager to resolve this matter.

He glanced at the "performance props" on the ground, saw the blood stains on them that had turned black and red, and still felt the chill gushing from the bottom of his heart.Although he has experienced one or two unscientific incidents, he is just an ordinary person after all, and he will not see many dead people in this life, let alone approach the murder scene at close range.

Watching news reports and being in it are completely different feelings.

"Shall we go back to pick up the car and act in a play?" Old Zhao said.

Shen Gun glanced at him with an idiot's eyes.

Old Zhao: "...Brother, what do you mean?"

"It's not over yet, what's the play?"

"It's not over? Why is it not over?"

"I ask you, what is my job?"

"Heavenly Master!" Old Zhao said it as a matter of course.

"Yes, I'm not stupid yet." Shen Gun nodded, "Give me a word, do you want to get rid of the ghosts haunting you or not?"

"Of course... what?! Is there a ghost? Didn't you just say it was a man-made murder?!"

It was said that the contempt in Shen Gun's eyes could not be hidden at all, or he never thought of hiding it, and he disliked it openly and plainly: "Some people die, so there are ghosts, isn't it reasonable?"

At this time, Xia Zha said: "After being brutally killed and dying, full of fear and resentment, it is difficult to enter reincarnation after time, and it is easiest to become a wandering ghost."

There are many conditions for the formation of "ghosts", the most common ones are persistent resentment, obsession and hatred.