supernatural unit

After he got out of the police station, Zhang Wan wandered around the streets. He didn't dare to go back to his home. He also took his mobile phone and threw it at ghosts. He didn't have any money on him.

Zhang Wan swallowed his saliva when he saw some breakfast on the street. He stared at it for a while, and wanted to leave, but suddenly remembered the coins in his denim jacket.

He quickly took off his clothes and rummaged carefully, and finally found four dollars.

Happily went to buy three steamed buns and a cup of soy milk, Zhang Wan squatted on the side of the street, eating a book satisfied.

But after the brief satisfaction, the next thing had to give him a headache again.

Although he is an orphan, Zhang Wan still has acquaintances in college.

But now he lost his mobile phone, and he can't remember his roommate's phone number at all, and he doesn't even have the travel expenses to go back to Nanshi.

Do you want him to go back to that rental house again?

Come on, there are only a thousand dollars in it, and a laptop.

Going back for these things, if he can't escape the little girl in red this time, what will happen to him?

Zhang Wan rubbed his stomach and wandered the streets for a long time. He wanted to find some work and earn some money, but he searched several supermarkets but none of them recruited shopping guides.

He wanted to sell clothes in a clothing store, but the female shopkeeper thought he was a man, saying that he looked handsome, but his face was not kind at all.

Sometimes life really hits a low point suddenly, and in an unexpected way.

But Zhang Wan didn't expect that half an hour later, he would successfully find a job.

The scorching sun is here, it is the hottest time of summer, and the air-conditioned room is blowing cold wind, it is really cooler than seeing a ghost.

But this rare comfort in midsummer has nothing to do with Zhang Wan at this time.

Zhang Wan, wearing a yellow hard hat and gauze gloves, is bending over with sweat profusely, putting bricks into a small cart one by one at the construction site.

He worked hard all afternoon. It was dark and late in summer, and it was still brightly lit after six o'clock.

The clouds in the distance seemed to have been burned by fire, and they were densely distributed on the blue-purple sky, and occasionally a warm breeze would blow.

Originally, he planned to finish his wages and get some food, so he would find a place near the construction site to sleep casually tonight, but just as the sun was about to set, Zhang Wan was stopped by someone.

It was a man who spoke, with a nice voice. If Zhang Wan had to describe it, the owner of this voice did not seem like someone who would appear on a construction site.

"Student, I think you are born with yin and yang eyes, and you have a fierce look on your face, why don't you come to our unit to work part-time for summer vacation."

Zhang Wan, who was about to push the trolley with all her strength, withdrew her strength, turned her head and glanced back, but didn't realize what the man said for a while.

"What did you say? What am I born with?"

"Naturally beautiful, brother." The man took off the glasses on his tall nose and looked at him with a smile.

The person in front of me is estimated to be in his twenties. He has a pair of troublesome eyes. A light smile makes people feel very happy. A slightly deeper smile can even make the eyes disappear. With the side effect, it can make women scream crazily He has a good appearance and is a serious handsome guy.

But the clothes of this handsome guy did not match his star appearance at all. He was dressed in a serious manner like a veteran cadre who just finished a meeting. He was wearing a daily black jacket tasteful of a state secretary, and a pair of brown thin round-rimmed glasses.

Still carrying a mug in the style of a grandpa in the 70s and [-]s? ? ?

"No? What did you just say? I was born with yin and yang eyes???"

Seeing his bewildered expression, the man curled his mouth, took out a business card from his pocket and handed it to him with a smile.

"I said classmate, you are amazingly talented with amazing bones. You are really a rare genius. I sincerely invite you to come to my unit for an interview tomorrow afternoon."

Zhang Wan looked at him tangled for a while, then took off the gloves, and took the business card from him.

After reading both sides of the business card from the beginning to the end, before the man started to leave, Zhang Wan suddenly grabbed the man's wrist tightly.

"Brother, you, do you understand this way? Help me! I saw a ghost yesterday! And it's a group of ghosts!!!"

Zhang Wan looked calm on the surface, but in fact his knees couldn't stop weakening.

If this man named Qin Ye said now, "That's right, young man, I can save your life", Zhang Wan decided to kneel down to the master right now.

"What the hell are you doing?" Qin Ye frowned slightly, and patted Zhang Wan's knuckles on his wrist.

So Zhang Wan told Qin Ye again what he said at the police station verbatim.

The essence of human beings is a repeater, and the more critical the moment, the more so. This sentence is simply a wise saying.

After listening to Zhang Wan's words, Qin Ye nodded and said:

"Well, you come to the interview tomorrow first, and we'll talk about it then, okay?"

"But master, I really don't know if I can survive tonight!"

The fear and despair in Zhang Wan's heart erupted at the same time, and his eye sockets became moist again.

He is now like a child, wiping his nose and tears with his sleeve, bending over the red brick and holding on to this gentle-looking young man.

"Don't worry, I think you will have an adventure tonight, take good care of it, tomorrow at three o'clock in the afternoon, just remember to come here, you won't die."

After finishing speaking, Qin Ye smiled and patted Zhang Wan's head. Zhang Wan's head was touched, and she closed her eyes tightly reflexively, and pursed her lips hard.

Before he could open his eyes, he suddenly felt his hand being pulled back from his palm.

Zhang Wan looked up and looked around, and found that the man was riding a [-]-bar bicycle parked aside. He hung the thermos cup on the handlebar of the bicycle, chased the evening wind, and disappeared after turning a corner.

Zhang Wan stood there with his mouth half open, obviously wanting to say something more, but no one ran away, and no one could hear him even if he said it.

I had no choice but to swallow the confusion about the so-called "adventure" back into my stomach.

After receiving the brick-moving wages from the foreman, Zhang Wan ordered a stir-fry at a nearby small restaurant.

He didn't eat at noon, he just ate all the dishes, and finished the boss's three bowls of rice without stopping.

Just as he was burying himself in the fourth bowl of rice with the leftover fried peppers on the plate, three policemen suddenly found this place.

"Right here... Zhang Wan! Come out!"

When someone called her name, Zhang Wan quickly pulled her head out of the rice bowl, with rice grains sticking to the corner of her mouth, and stared blankly at the group of people in front of her.

"Zhang Wan? Who is that Zhang Wan who reported to the police station today?"

The leading old policeman held a bronze compass in his hand, and a white cloth strip was pinned to his arm. He was an exorcist policeman, while the two behind him were ordinary policemen.

"It's me! It's me, it's me!" Zhang Wan quickly raised his hands and stood up. He paid the boss for the meal, and then trotted out to stand in front of the policeman.

"I am Zhang Wan, and I reported the case!"

After a few seconds of staring at the policeman who was around 50 or [-] years old, the compass in the policeman's hand turned around.

The policeman observed the words on the compass, and then put the things in his satchel.

"Today, an exorcist policeman who specializes in investigating ghost bus incidents came from Nanshi. Now you need to go back to the police station with me. He wants to take another detailed record of you."

As he spoke, he motioned to the two policemen behind him, and the two came directly to arrest Zhang Wan.

"The transcript contains a relatively comprehensive part, which may be a bit dangerous, but it will never endanger your life. I hope you can be mentally prepared."

Zhang Wan blinked quickly with some discomfort. He thought for a long time, but he couldn't figure out what psychological preparation he should make.

"Officer, isn't the transcript just a transcript? You ask me to answer, is there anything else I need to prepare for?"

The exorcist policeman looked at him for a while, then clicked his tongue.

"That's right...it's you asking me to answer, so let's do this first, and we'll talk after we get in the car."

Still not understanding what was going on, Zhang Wan got into the police car in a daze.

After getting out of the car, he was handcuffed and led inside.

"Wait, why do you want to copy me? I'm just a reporter..."

"Be quiet, and I'll explain the situation to you later! It's rare for Police Officer Fang to come over once. The eldest son of Fang, does Master Fang Zhi know? With him covering you right now, you can't die even if you want to."

According to his exorcism policeman took him to an interrogation room, Zhang Wan looked at the extremely professional arrangement in front of him in confusion.

The talisman paper brazier, the cinnabar dog blood, is full of things that make laymen dizzy and confused.

A young man in a police uniform was standing in front of the table and bowed his head to draw amulets. The combination of a tall exorcism police uniform and supernatural things made him look professional and mysterious.

"Master Fang Xiaotian, the client has been brought here, what else can I order?"

The exorcist policeman who brought Zhang Wan over respectfully bowed to him, and the man named Fang Tianshi raised his head upon hearing the sound.

His cold eyes flicked across Zhang Wan's face, stayed for two seconds, and then turned his eyes back to the talisman paper.

"Your seniority is higher than mine, you don't have to be polite, just call me Fang Zhi."

The exorcist policeman laughed, nodded repeatedly, and kept quiet.

Fang Zhi wrote the talisman paper without distraction, and then put down the pen with a sullen face.

"Sit there." He motioned Zhang Wan to go over with his eyes, and Zhang Wan's heart skipped a beat.

Looking at the handcuffs on the stool and the dense red runes around it, he panicked a little.

But people in uniform in the police station are born to give citizens a sense of authority and oppression. Zhang Wan had to suppress her anxiety and curiosity, and sat down obediently and carefully.

Fang Zhi personally came over to uncuff his handcuffs, and handcuffed him to a chair.

Zhang Wan's heart was beating strangely, especially when the cold handcuffs were placed on his hands again, at that moment he felt that his soul was about to go out of his body.

"Officer Fang, Fang, may I ask why you have to handcuff me?"

Fang Zhi was lowering his eyes to fix Zhang Wan. Hearing Zhang Wan's question, he didn't stop what he was doing, but just said:

"It has been three months since I took over the case of the ghost bus. This ghost bus has already taken away three or four hundred missing people. None of those people survived. Before you came to report the case, even the bodies were not found. "

"Is it so fierce?" Zhang Wan's tongue was a little tied, and he remembered the bus he witnessed last night, goosebumps all the way from his back to his arms.

"Yes, it's that fierce." Fang Zhi turned his head to look into Zhang Wan's eyes, and said expressionlessly, "I haven't seen anyone alive after seeing a ghost bus. You are the only one who came to report the crime."

A strong tingling sensation spread from the spine all the way to the tailbone. Zhang Wan clamped the chrysanthemum tightly and squeezed against the back of the chair, feeling a sense of fear that there was nowhere to escape.

"But what does that have to do with you handcuffing me?"

Facing Zhang Wan's terrified gaze, Fang Zhi did not hesitate, and explained:

"This morning, the wreckage of the ghost bus was found sunk in a pond on the mountain by the villagers."

"300 meters near the pond, there is an abandoned factory building, and the corpses are piled up in a mess. It is conservatively estimated that there are at least 430 seven. Can you imagine a scene where the entire warehouse is full of human heads?"

"Ah! Don't, don't say it!" Zhang Wan closed her eyes tightly, and couldn't help screaming in fright.

"Under this cruel method of death, it is impossible not to turn a person into a ghost, but there is no resentment or evil spirit near the bus wreckage and corpses. More than 400 ghosts have disappeared collectively."

Zhang Wanting's heartbeat was in a mess, he was panting heavily, Fang Zhi had already turned around and went back to continue preparing for his work.

"Fang Xiaotian, what else can I help you with?" asked the oldest exorcist in the police station.

He, an old fellow, was also very respectful when he met Fang Zhi, but Zhang Wan didn't understand the details of this at all.Just when he was in a daze, Fang Zhi walked over.

He quickly turned the saber, and squatted on Zhang Wan's right hand with the knife and bowl.

"Fang! Officer Fang! Wait, what are you doing!!!"

Zhang Wan watched her hand being torn apart, and before she could close her eyes, a sharp pain came from her palm.

"Well!"

Unable to hold back the screams, Zhang Wan broke out in a cold sweat. He glanced at the square bowl, and the bottom of the bowl was already covered with blood.

After the blood stopped bleeding from his palm, Fang Zhi stood up holding the bowl of blood, drew a big Zhang talisman with the blood on it, and handed it to the old police officer.

"If there are too many of them, the ghosts won't be able to suppress them, so quickly burn this talisman."

"Yes."

The exorcist police nodded obediently, and Zhang Wan listened to them talking a lot in the chair, but she couldn't understand what they meant, but they seemed to be talking about ghosts or something just now...

Seeing that Fang Zhi was about to start practicing, Zhang Wan panicked to the limit, he almost bit his tongue and spoke hastily.

"Wait a minute, Officer Fang, what do you mean by handcuffing me here? At least let me know! I didn't break the law, I really didn't break the law! The flower arm is pasted, if you don't believe me, look carefully, just rub it Lost."

Fang Zhi looked at him for a moment and sighed.

He pulled up the white armband representing the exorcist police, and walked up to Zhang Wan with a serious face.

"When I found the body, I had summoned the soul once at the scene, but although it was a tragic death, no soul came when I summoned the soul."

"What does this have to do with me?"

"When you came to report the case, you said that two of your colleagues got on the ghost bus, and now their heads have been found. You didn't lie."

"Yes...and then?"

"Watching you dodge a catastrophe, but they died tragically one after another. The biggest obsession of the deceased, apart from not wanting to die, should be why you didn't die with them."

"..."

"If nothing else happens, after they become ghosts, they will be the first to find you, but they didn't."

Zhang Wan's eyes widened, and the emotions in his eyes were instantly frozen into ice by fear.

"Using you as the eye of the soul-calling array, the possibility of recruiting the victims of the ghost bus incident is theoretically very high."

"But if they are really recruited, they will pester me and kill me!"

Zhang Wan hurriedly said something nervously, Fang Zhi didn't reply, just picked up the tape from the table, wrapped it around Zhang Wan's mouth, and made a silent gesture.

Seeing Zhang Wan's pitiful appearance, the exorcist police next to him couldn't help adding:

"The ghost bus incident this time has a huge impact. The case must be solved as soon as possible. Fang Tianshi is also under great pressure. Don't worry, he won't let you die."

Zhang Wan was really scared. After he opened his eyes and saw the ghost, his luck never got better.

Seeing that Fang Zhi began to chant mantras to recall his soul, he struggled and hummed a few times, only to find that his body could not move at all.

The first time I cursed, the surrounding candles suddenly rose a few centimeters, as if they were about to jump out of the candle cores, and the pale yellow light illuminated the surroundings strangely.

The second time I cursed, the candle flame jumped up again, this time there was a rustling sound.

There were obviously fire sources everywhere, but the air was as cold as if it had been stirred by air-conditioning.But under such circumstances, there were big beads of sweat on Fang Zhi's forehead.

For the third spell, he bit his finger and dripped the blood into a bowl, then took a pen and began to draw quickly on the talisman paper.

Zhang Wan saw him draw a very long talisman with an abnormally fast hand speed, and silently read a bunch of incomprehensible things.

After shaking the talisman paper up, he made imprints with his fingers, and drew on the talisman again with the fingertip he had just bitten through.

After the talisman paper was drawn, it suddenly caught fire.

A ball of extremely bright fire floated in the air, Fang Zhi suddenly drew a cross in the direction of Zhang Wan with his fingers.

Zhang Wan faintly saw two golden lights intertwined in the air, and the air wave swept towards him with vigor.

Something hit her forehead, and after realizing it, Zhang Wan only felt a sharp pain on her forehead, and warm liquid flowed down the bridge of her nose.

As if something was constantly drilling into his forehead, he felt so painful that he was being skinned, and wanted to scream out, but his mouth was sealed tightly, and his back was already soaked in sweat.

The fire kept burning in the air, until the bright yellow flame slowly turned purple, and then transformed into a distinct dark green, the burning sensation on Zhang Wan's forehead finally eased.

The body went from burning unbearably to becoming extremely cold.

His skin was emitting white air, like hot air and cold air.

Zhang Wan's eyes were already dull, and Fang Zhi's expression was also complicated.

After a while, he suddenly chanted a series of mantras quickly in a low voice, put his index and middle fingers together, and made a gesture of closing.

The will-o'-the-wisp in mid-air shattered and extinguished in an instant.

And Zhang Wan also twitched violently for a while, exhaling a mouthful of black smoke.

Fang Zhi quickly put away all the things laid out, and then used his index finger and thumb to separate Zhang Wan's closed eyes.

After observing his pupils, he pressed Zhang Wan's forehead, and then uncuffed him.

"Fang Xiaotian, what's going on?" the exorcist policeman behind him asked, obviously puzzled by the current situation.

"I didn't come." Fang Zhi shook his head, looking at Zhang Wan who had passed out, his expression made it difficult to tell what emotions were contained in it.

"I can't catch any evil spirit, either they are completely scattered, or they can't get through at all."

Hearing this, the exorcist policeman took a step forward and said, "Xiao Tianshi Fang, according to Zhang Wan's transcript, he also saw a little girl in red that night."

"But we've seen all the corpses in the factory, haven't we? And we went to his house to summon the soul during the day, and there is no little girl he mentioned."

The exorcist policeman was speechless, he looked at Fang Zhi, waiting for his next command.

"Find someone to take good care of him, and let him go when he wakes up tomorrow."

"Yes."

Fang Zhi put away all the talisman papers, his eyes were astonishingly sharp.

"Now no one knows what happened behind the ghost bus. The purpose of the other party is unknown. Let's first investigate whether there is a connection between the ghost bus and the little girl in red."