Guiding Spirit [Part 1]

Shen Long had a very unusual dream.

In the dream, he walked through a long, long corridor. The corridor was very dark. He could only hear the sound of his leather boots stepping on the ground as he walked, but he couldn't hear anything else.

I don't know how long he walked and came to the door of a room.

It was a small kitchen. He stood at the door and saw an old lady with her back to him.

The old lady was wearing a black dress and was busy working with her back bent. The light in the kitchen was very dark. There was a small light bulb on the lamp wall above. It was dark all around, and he couldn't see where the windows were, nor could he see clearly what the old lady was doing.The sound of a kitchen knife chopping bones echoed in the room, hitting the chopping board again and again with great force. As for what kind of meat was chopping on the chopping board, he had no idea.

Shen Long wanted to shout out, but his throat seemed to be muted. Why couldn't he make a sound? He also wanted to go in and have a look, but his feet seemed to be nailed to the ground, why couldn't he move a step.

The old lady was still there? Raising the knife and chopping. After a while, she stopped suddenly, turned her face around and stared at Shen Long standing at the door.

Her face was also dark, like the surrounding walls that had been smoky all year round, and she couldn't see what it was like, but could Shen Long feel that? The pair of black eyes looked at him through the eye sockets, and his heart was pounding. mention it.

"Stuck here? What are you doing, come and help me add firewood."

The old lady talked to him in a very familiar accent, as if they had known each other for many years. Shen Long looked down and realized that it was an old-fashioned pot and stove. , a layer of oil stains, old, dirty and broken, like objects from decades ago, it is absolutely impossible to appear in this city?

He didn't understand the situation, but for some reason, his body was able to move. He found that? He walked over and said, "I know."

With the same accent, Shen Long suddenly realized that this should not be him.

"He" squatted down next to the pot and stove, picked up the firewood on the side, and added it to it. Shen Long saw that the fire inside the stove was very hot and bright, and not far above his head, chopped The sound of bones? began to sound again.Shen Long was a little curious. What is the old lady chopping up? He thought so in his heart, but he didn't expect that his mouth would come out with the same question.

"Mother, are you here? What are you doing?"

"Chop your daughter-in-law." The old lady said darkly.

Shen Long suddenly felt cold all over, and before he realized what the words meant, he suddenly felt that the touch on his hands became delicate and oily. He lowered his head and found out at a glance? When the blood flowed out, Shen Long covered his mouth and retched instantly, then raised his head and saw that two legs had been roasted in the fire, the skin was torn apart, and a pair of feet were exposed outside.

Size 37, a woman's foot.

At this moment, he hated his professional reflex very much. Shen Longtou stood up with tingling skin, and before he could question this nervous old woman, she saw the bloody piece of meat on the chopping board and cut it under the kitchen knife. Lying there is a piece of finger with nail polish on it.

A woman's hand.

Did he come to the scene of dismemberment?

"Yaoer, go and see what's in the pot."

The body passed uncontrollably again, and Shen Long watched himself walk to a cauldron with a stiff body.

That? It was a big black pot, the lid was also black, and it didn't look very clean. "He" stretched out his hand and lifted the lid of the pot, and the water vapor rushed up, and the smoke was so thick that it was impossible to see. What's in the pot.

When the water vapor dissipated a little bit, Shen Long took a closer look, and this time he vomited out directly. The feeling of vomiting made him regain his sense of belonging in the body. He held on to the stove and vomited. The boiled heads floated up and down in the water, turning over from time to time, looking horrific.

This is not only a corpse dissection scene, but also a corpse cooking scene.

The smell of meat after the seasoning wafted through the entire kitchen, and the hungry stomach that hadn't eaten for a long time could not help but roar, making Shen Long feel sick and guilty.

He raised his body, such a crime scene made his right hand habitually touch the wooden bin and handcuffs on his waist, but he missed nothing and couldn't touch anything.

Shen Long suddenly came back to his senses, wasn't he suspended because of the previous case?Regardless of the wooden warehouse, the handcuffs or the police officer's ID, they were all taken away from the director at the moment he left the police station.

So where is he now?

Shen Long's mind suddenly became chaotic.

"Stir, it's going to be mushy."

The hoarse voice of the old woman sounded again, that local accent didn't make him feel simple, in fact he couldn't tell where this person was from, her voice was full of magic and bewitching, Shen Long felt that he was out of control.

"His" held the big iron shovel on the side with his hand, and then put the shovel into the pot and started turning it around, as if he was "playing with the two heads in the pot".

And those two heads, the messy two heads, are no better than livestock in their pots and chopping boards.

Shen Long suddenly felt very powerless, his body seemed to be relieved, and he was reminded of something in a trance.

Didn't he go on vacation with Xiao Wenke and Jiang Mu?

That? The place is called Mimeng Island, and it's a resort where rich people go.

But, that? It was a trip to death.

Shen Long's mind turned quickly, because there were many inexplicable pictures? in? his mind flashed quickly.

The crew with strange attitudes on the cruise ship, the inexplicable battle royale, the bodies burned to carbon, the island full of ghosts...

After him? It seemed that someone had strangled his neck and was unable to move.

"You are not my youngest son."

Shen Long suddenly came back to his senses. He just turned his head? He was facing a haggard face. The black mist dissipated to reveal his familiar face. He felt a sense of suffocation attacking him immediately.

It's that old lady!

"Yao'er is dead, burned to death."

She pinched him, Shen Long couldn't move his hands and could only pant heavily with his eyes wide open.

quickly!

He saw this weird old lady suddenly raised the blood-stained kitchen knife and slashed at him.

Shen Long woke up from the fright.

The feeling of near-death was so real that he couldn't get out of the dream for a long time. His neck and limbs were in pain, as if a kitchen knife had been slashed at him and would brutally dismember him.

"Wake up? It's all right."

The sudden voice in the room made him alert for a moment. Shen Long looked around vigilantly, and found that an old man whom he had never seen before was sitting on the broken rocking chair beside him and looking at him.

He was wearing a blue jacket, the style was very old, and the clothes were worn out, and now? Even a little? Dirty.Shen Long noticed his appearance. This man has almost no eyebrows, small eyes, and a mustache on his lips. He looks very unreliable, and he doesn't look like a good person.

He looked at the old man suspiciously, and then sat up propped up. The surrounding was very dark and quiet. He didn't know how long it had been since he was crazy in the morning. It's evening.

The old man didn't speak but just looked at him lightly, Shen Long's head was very painful and messy now, he touched his neck, there were many scratches on it, it was burning hot, "By the way, then? What about the old woman?" He asked in response.

"Over there," the old man pointed his head to the right.

Shen Long squinted his eyes and carefully identified it before he saw a vague figure lying on the ground in the dark. He lay motionless and straight. He turned his head and asked, "Are you still alive? You saved me?" "

The old man shook his head and said, "He's dead, I didn't save him."

Shen Long looked at him suspiciously again, thinking, what else could it be if it wasn't you? Who is it?

He stood up slowly while supporting the surrounding things, and then walked towards the corpse of the old woman. With the help of the faint light outside, he saw a corpse whose neck had been bitten through.

That kind of scar is really not man-made, because there is only one kind of creature that can do it - a ghost.

One is born, the second is cooked.

Shen Long accepted it very well.

"What happened? What about the others?"

The old man took out a brick like a mobile phone from his pocket and fiddled with it, "Damn it, run away, the hotel is empty."

As he said that, he also smiled, raised his hand and said to Shen Long, "There are at least 50 corpses left in here."

His smile is real? Not so bad, you say he is gloating, his eyes are truly showing compassion, but you say he is full of sorrow, and there is a mean smile on his mouth? This tragedy There is no one place to make people popular.

"Who are you?" Shen Long asked coldly.

The old man shook his head and smiled, he looked like a mouse-eye, it was really frightening in the semi-dark room, Shen Long couldn't help but wonder if this was some undead ghost?

"Taoist priest."

"Taoist?!" He raised his voice and asked back when he heard it, while looking up and down at the old man.

This kind of doubtful look seemed to hit his sore spot instantly. The old man stood up, stretched out his hand and turned around and asked, "Isn't it like it?"

A dirty, skinny old man with a sharp-mouthed monkey cheek, why? It has nothing to do with the image of Fengxian Daogu, but he won't say such things, because now he is not a When you can talk nonsense.

He turned his head and glanced at the old lady on the ground. It was very quiet in the hotel, and there were many broken corpses lying in the silence. He had an inexplicable feeling of sadness in his heart, and asked, "Since you are a Taoist priest, the ghost Kill people? Don’t you care?”

The old man also looked at the people on the ground, and found that the corpses were hardened. He said, "It's not that I don't care about it, but I can't manage it."

What he said was a bit frustrating, Shen Long glanced at it, and found that the old man was crying and wrinkled his face, whether he wanted to smile or cry, it was extremely ugly.

"The old man's power is low, so he can't stop so many ghosts from seeking revenge." He sighed.

This is a point? Shen Long gave him an idea. He asked: "A friend of mine said that after death, Yin and Yang are separated, and they cannot touch each other. The living cannot touch ghosts, and ghosts are also afraid." The fire of the living."

The old man nodded his head, "Yes."

"He said someone was refining ghosts."

"Oh, ghost refining, that's right."

The old man didn't feel surprised at all, he stared straight at him with a pair of small eyes as if waiting for him to continue to say something.

Thinking about Jiang Mu's words, Shen Long said with a tangled expression: "It's not that easy to form a ghost. Similarly, a ghost with insufficient morals can't kill people, unless..."

The old man continued: "Unless the person who was killed was the murderer who killed them. Your friend is amazing. Is it that thin and white boy? He is a seedling."

The following words obviously proved that this bad old man who "conspired against the law" hid among the three of 180 and secretly paid attention to them, but Shen Long didn't want to pay attention to this at all, he was stunned He looked dazed and even a little bit pained and said: "I just dreamed about a crime scene..."

He will tell his dream come out.

But he spoke very fragmentedly, and he didn't know whether to tell the old man in front of him or tell himself.

Shen Long frowned and said: "Li Gui can't? Kill people at will, but they? All died at the hands of Li Gui..."

In the blink of an eye, he suddenly understood Jiang Mu's concerns.

He always thought that they had suffered an innocent disaster, that they were little white mice trapped in a so-called killing game by the insane behind-the-scenes people, and they had been fighting against evil all the time.

What if they? This group of people is not innocent?

So? Is this a well-designed disaster, or a long-awaited revenge?