Lie Huo Jiao Chou

It was already past seven in the evening, and there were less than five hours left before the "midnight turn".

In mid-autumn and October, the days are getting shorter and shorter. The street lights outside are already on, but the humidity is getting thicker and thicker. The entire Chiyuan Grand Canyon has been swallowed into the vast mist. The street lamps struggled in the thick fog, as faint as fireflies.

Everything is silent, the birds are silent, and even the autumn insects are lying in the soil, not daring to move.

"Director Xiao, the data has been transferred, but this cannot be checked!"

"why?"

"There are millions of unnatural deaths in the country every year, and 30 to 1000 suicides alone. In Yong'an City, there are more than [-] unidentified corpses every year. Even if the so-called 'thousand people' It’s an accurate number, if the thousand dead are scattered all over the place, you won’t see anything wrong with the statistics, it’s not counted as missing!”

"Director Xiao, if the murderer who did this killed someone secretly, it would not be difficult to hide the body for a month, and the Public Security Bureau might not have received a report!"

At this moment, Xiao Zheng had no time to ask why Xuan Ji, who claimed to be a beautiful young man with five lectures and four, knew so much about ancient and unpopular magic. 'Are there geographical restrictions? For example, how many kilometers can't you leave the sacrifice site?"

"No," Xuan Ji said, "It's fine if you have a sacrificial letter. As long as the sacrificial letter is written correctly, let alone the whole country, it will be valid even if you go to Antarctica to kill people and sacrifice. You don't need a visa for this matter, just like swiping a credit card."

Xiao Zheng: "What nonsense metaphors are you talking about!"

He turned on the speakerphone, and Xuan Ji's words stirred up waves.

"That won't be worldwide? Director Xiao, this is even more like finding a needle in a haystack!"

"Director, Dr. Wang from the Ancient Books Restoration Department called and said that the relevant records of the gloomy sacrifice are for reference only. They don't have enough research materials, so many things are difficult to verify the authenticity of. I'm not sure if there are legends or not."

Xiao Zheng's three corpses were furious: "It's fine if they don't help, what's the trouble!"

"Director Xiao, Bureau Huang called you to ask what's going on, and asked you to go over and give a briefing!"

"The frontline person in charge of the Chiyuan branch said that there are still three mutated trees in the Grand Canyon that have not been found. I want to confirm with you. Do you mean to let them leave those monsters alone and just withdraw them?"

"Tell Bureau Huang that it's an emergency. I'll go to his office for an examination early tomorrow morning. All the field workers in Chiyuan Grand Canyon will gather at the hospital. I'll take care of the consequences. Old Xuan, you—"

Before Director Xiao could speak, "click", the phone was disconnected.

In the family lounge, the screen of Xuan Ji's cell phone suddenly went black—it was too cold, and this thing had a low temperature strike.

Xuan Ji: "..."

As soon as he raised his head, he met the curious eyes of the devil. The devil was very interested in this lively "little box". Although the conversation inside was messy and fast, he couldn't understand most of them, but he still listened with interest. Bobo couldn't see each other anymore, and asked strangely: "Stop talking? Have you talked about the rules?"

The face of modern technology can't be lost like this, so Xuan Ji scolded his mother in his heart, while letting the phone fly back to his inner pocket as if nothing had happened, trying to use his body temperature to keep this thing alive for a while.

The door of the family room had already been blasted open. At this time, the sound of the TV in the corridor could be faintly heard, and the ending song of the news broadcast sounded—this meant that it was at least 07:30.

Xuan Ji blinked off the frost on her eyelashes, staring at the devil in front of him who was stalemate with him, her mind spinning rapidly.

"This...cough, senior."

The robe on Sheng Lingyuan's body was already soaked in blood. He leaned leisurely on the burning chain, his posture stretched out, and he looked at the little demon in front of him with a half-smile.

This miraculous little ghost was just holding a sword and shouting to fight and kill, but now the fire on the iron chain has not been extinguished, he wiped his face, as if nothing happened, and came to make love with a smile.

"What kind of breed is this, so thick-skinned?" He thought to himself, "Dace carp [note]?"

"I think, generally, for those little devils who are not too high-grade, it is enough to find a mountain to slaughter a sheep, and there is no need to make such a big commotion. A row like yours that requires 'thousands of live animals' to invite out... ...Uh, it’s just that it’s noble, so there must be a lot of history.” Xuan Ji tried to imitate the old ghost’s accent and accent, but it was a pity that it was already very difficult for him to just listen, and he didn’t have the old ghost’s heaven-defying repeating function. Very out of tune.

The smile on Sheng Lingyuan's face deepened, and he watched his performance without saying a word.

Xuan Ji ran on, and continued sincerely: "In our era of market economy, there are usually many ways to solve problems. Those who engage in sorcery at the slightest disagreement are usually fools with deep brains... Cough, you are a fool. You have accepted this kind of person's call, so you don't lose your status...isn't it a disgrace?"

"Gloomy Sacrifice is the art of connecting heaven and earth. Since I was awakened by this person, I must have something in common with him, otherwise, his blood would not flow into my coffin." Sheng Lingyuan replied unhurriedly, "What's more? Those who have no identity are all false names in front of them, and I can't remember."

Xuan Ji didn't know if he had done pyramid schemes before, and he boasted without changing his face: "Of course the identities of those ordinary people are not important, it doesn't matter if you remember or not, but isn't your manner of speaking here? I don't blind."

Lao Luo bravely ran over to give Xuan Ji his mobile phone, and just heard this sentence at the door, he quickly took out a quick-acting heart-relief pill from his pocket and ate it, thinking, "I'm going blind."

"Is it like this?" Sheng Lingyuan suddenly moved forward, the iron chains that bound him were suddenly tightened, making a pleasant collision sound, and the black gloomy sacrificial letter suddenly crawled out from his neckline, spreading all the way down his neck to his face, Black and white were clearly distinguished, and that handsome face suddenly became ghostly. Lao Luo's legs softened at the door, and he knelt down with a "plop". Since it can bring me back to the world, it naturally also has some restrictions on me. Why should I risk my life to resist when I finally see the light of day again? It’s just a wish of a mortal, and it’s nothing more than a little effort.”

Xuan Ji's eyes twitched.

Sheng Lingyuan laughed: "It's almost half of Xu time."

"Collar, collar..." Lao Luo was trembling, unable to utter a single sentence. He said "ring ring ring", crawled in like a bell after class, and bravely handed the phone into his hand, "Xiao director!"

When it was over, he rolled his eyes and passed away.

"What's the matter? I thought you were a martyr just now! What...the phone froze to death...I'm really... okay, I'll buy you a new box when I come back!" Xiao Zheng strode into the meeting room.

"Director Xiao, the people in charge are already in place."

Xiao Zheng nodded, and said to Xuan Ji: "Can you take a picture of the 'Gloomy Sacrifice' article you saw? The more complete the better, I'll ask people to compare the pictures and search separately, there must be clues!"

Xuan Ji kicked Lao Luo awake: "Take a picture of the writing on the wall and send it to Director Xiao. Don't dawdle, there is no time--Old Xiao, listen to me, the summoned monster is a one-off, not a long-term one." contract……"

Sheng Lingyuan understood the words "once" and "not for a long time", and narrowed his eyes slightly - it's so bold that this little brat is playing tricks on him.

Xuan Ji: "Call in a big devil who can only do one thing for him. According to my experience, nine out of ten things he asks for are murder and revenge. Think about it, if this person can be insane within 30 days Killing a thousand people without knowing it is probably like cutting vegetables for him. It is not easy to kill anyone. It takes such a big circle? What will his goal be?"

Xiao Zheng paused.

"us……"

"Different Control Bureau."

The two spoke almost in unison.

"It won't be for no reason. This grandson must have been involved in something, contacted the Alien Control Bureau, and checked all your file records." Xuan Ji said, "Besides, the gloomy festival is not a trick by street vendors. The field 'elites' from the Ministry of Security have never heard of it. Will the person who casts the spell be [-]% sure of success? Then there is no need to be so devious—I think he must be near Chiyuan."

Because Chiyuan Scenic Area is close to the Grand Canyon, the Alien Control Bureau is very cautious. After communicating with the local public security organs, all tourists entering the area must buy tickets with their ID cards. The surrounding hotels, tourist chartered cars, etc. are all under unified management.

At 08:30, the Chiyuan Sub-bureau quickly began to check all the hotels near the scenic spot, and submitted all the tourist information registered within half a year to the database of the General Bureau, and compared them with the case file records one by one.

Another 45 minutes, at a quarter past nine, Ping Qian came running over with her laptop in her arms like a swift swipe.

"Leader...cough cough cough..." The cool water vapor in the family room seemed to be coming out, and I took a breath from a long distance, like a cold knife was scraped from the throat to the lungs, Ping Qian was like Ten meters away from the door, you can't get close, and you can't imagine what will happen to Xuan Ji inside.

The fire on the iron chains that bound the demon head was already quite weak, and it was almost extinguished several times, and then he stood up staggeringly.

Xuan Ji heard Ping Qianru's crying voice, and said incoherently: "Can you come out... woo... Director Xiao and the others found a... a forum post, which was deleted shortly after it was posted... Director Xuan Can you say a word? I'm afraid..."

Sheng Lingyuan shook his head: "I think you're not very old. If you want to change into an ordinary little demon, I'm afraid that you haven't developed your spiritual wisdom yet, but you have already transformed completely, and you can't see your real body. You must be a natural spirit. You monster Before the civil strife, there were almost no innate spiritual objects, and one less is one, which is a pity, let's go."

Xuan Ji moved the numb corners of her mouth vigorously, and squeezed out a few words with a fake smile: "Sentence."

Ping Qianru: "..."

Xuan Ji took a deep breath, and said word by word: "Don't be in a hurry, you still have energy, what post? Read it."

Ping Qianru: "Help: I ​​don't think my son is my son anymore."

The author has something to say: Note: Dace carp is pangolin.