Bro, you are a policeman, not a thug.

Municipality, Shancheng.

A police helicopter landed on the football field of a high school.

Zhao Xiaotang and other police kings had tired faces and deep tiredness in their eyes.

Behind them stood the personnel of the Shancheng police system, as many as 11 white shirts.

There was also a deputy chief police inspector!

At this time, everyone looked at the police helicopter.

When a tall and handsome young man in uniform walked down from the helicopter.

Everyone: ...

Because the handsome young man they saw was wearing a cadet police uniform.

Cadet police?

Except for the seven police kings, everyone was stunned.

Even Zhao Xiaotang and others looked at Xiao Mu's uniform and couldn't help laughing and crying.

Brother, what are you doing, God?

But... when Xiao Mu came over.

The faces of the group of white shirts changed.

They felt the temperament of Xiao Mu's superior.

And the creepy bloody and murderous aura.

Who among those present didn't step up from ordinary police officers?

Very sensitive to certain auras and momentum.

When they noticed Xiao Mu's bloody evil that was so terrifying that it seemed to condense into substance.

Their pupils were shrinking violently, and their hearts were beating wildly.

"Are you here alone?"

Zhao Xiaotang said with a smile.

"Yes, alone."

Xiao Mu, who came closer, nodded with a smile, "I'm afraid that half of you will come and scare you."

Everyone:...

In front of a group of white shirts, is it really okay for you to be so humorous?

"Let me introduce you."

Zhao Xiaotang twitched his mouth and looked at the deputy chief police inspector, "This is the director of the Shancheng Public Security Bureau, the inspector general, and the deputy mayor Zhang Anjiang."

Deputy Minister... Xiao Mu envied him.

They were both in white shirts, but his style was higher than his.

"Hello."

"Hello."

The two hands were held together.

"Comrade Xiao Mu, I have heard of your name for a long time."

Zhang Anjiang said with a smile.

What do you mean by long? Don't brag about your profession... Xiao Mu nodded, "You're welcome."

A simple greeting, and then shook hands with other white shirts.

Everyone got on the car and the convoy drove away.

In a business car.

Xiao Mu took a tablet computer, woke it up and opened it.

There was a folder on the desktop.

After opening it, there was a video file and a document in it.

"That..."

Zhao Xiaotang shouldn't have disturbed him, but he couldn't help it. He said to Xiao Mu with a strange expression: "Watch the video first."

Xiao Mu frowned and opened the video...

...

Dim surveillance screen.

The flickering candlelight illuminated a small house.

Six young men and women sat around a small table.

Their breathing was particularly clear in the silence.

The small room revealed an indescribable gloom in the dimness and candlelight, which seemed very strange.

Only four young people's faces can be seen in the video screen, two of whom were facing away from the camera.

The four faces were full of tension, excitement, and fear that could not be concealed.

At this time, a young man took out a large piece of white paper and spread it on the table.

Then, the young man took out two pens.

One is a small fountain pen, and the other is a large brush.

The young man began to write on the white paper with the fountain pen.

He wrote "1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10" on one side of the white paper.

He wrote "Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming, Qing" on the other side.

Then he wrote "Male, Female" and "Yes, No" on the other two sides.

Finally, the young man wrote three long paragraphs in the box with words around it.

Finally, the young man wrote 26 pinyin letters in the middle of the white paper.

After writing, the young man put down the fountain pen and picked up the large brush.

He raised it to the middle of the white paper and looked at everyone.

Others looked at each other, their expressions were very hesitant and nervous.

Finally, one hand held the brush.

They formed a hexagonal cross to hold the pen together.

But no one supported themselves with their elbows or wrists. All six arms were suspended in the air, and the tips of the brushes were perpendicular to the paper.

Everyone looked at each other again and nodded slowly together.

1, 2, 3.

When everyone was synchronized, they suddenly spoke together, "Pen Fairy... Pen Fairy... I am your present life... You are my past life... If you want to continue your relationship with me... Please draw a circle on the paper!"

"Pen Fairy... Pen Fairy..."

"Pen Fairy... Pen Fairy..."

For a long time.

When everyone repeated it three times.

Suddenly.

In the small room, the dim environment, the candlelight swayed strangely in the silence.

As if driven by some mysterious power, it seemed to be touched by ghosts, which made people's backs cold.

The six young men and women holding the brushes widened their eyes at the same time, revealing indescribable fear in their eyes.

It can be seen with the naked eye that their faces instantly lost their blood color and were filled with fear.

It was at this moment.

The brush moved!

It seemed to have life, and it seemed to be pulled by an invisible force.

It moved slowly in the air and wandered strangely on the paper.

A chilling scene appeared.

The brush actually began to slowly draw circles on the white paper.

One circle, two circles, three circles!

Two young girls saw this scene and almost screamed in fear.

They quickly covered their mouths with their other hands.

But you can see that their bodies are trembling slightly.

The weird thing is.

If the body trembles, the arm should also tremble.

But the brush stopped steadily without the slightest tremor.

Suddenly.

The young man who arranged the pen fairy props at the beginning said to others in a nervous tone: "The pen fairy is here, you can ask any questions, but remember, you can't ask taboo questions, you can't ask questions that make the pen fairy angry, otherwise..."

Otherwise, he didn't say what.

But at this time, everyone else seemed to understand.

"Pen fairy..."

A girl with her back to the camera was very brave and asked quickly: "Are you a boy or a girl?"

Everyone: ...

Two of them rolled their eyes.

As if to say: What kind of stupid question is this?

As a result...

The brush began to move slowly in the air again, with an unpredictable trajectory.

Then, the tip of the pen fell above a "female" character.

It began to draw circles slowly, three more circles!

When seeing the "female" character.

The girls present didn't seem so scared anymore.

"Pen fairy, are you really next to us?"

A young man asked another idiotic question.

As a result, the brush moved again and landed on the word "yes".

He started to draw circles, three circles.

Suddenly.

A young man asked a strange question.

"Pen fairy, Pen fairy..."

He quickly asked, "How did you die?"

"Are you crazy?" Two people screamed.

People who play with Pen fairy know that there is a taboo.

The so-called inviting fairy is not inviting fairy at all.

In fact, it is inviting ghosts.

And the biggest taboo of playing with Pen fairy is that you can't ask how ghosts died.

And then...something happened!