After Bai Yueguang disappeared, I was forced to become a ghost hunter

The area where the girl’s accident happened is on the steps facing the statues. In the center of the “legendary steps”, there is an unburned white candle base, blocked by a red cordon, like a bloody With a smiling face, Rong Zhen couldn't help but feel the wind blowing from behind.

Zhang Xingke: "Tsk tsk, the feng shui here is quite bad, it's very dangerous."

Hu Lan: "It doesn't have any strange smell."

Zhang Xingke: "Feng Shui is so bad, you still can't smell anything, Hu Lan, your nose is not good."

Hu Lan: "Go away."

Seeing that the two were fighting, Rong Zhen deliberately lagged a few steps behind, and heard Zhao Yilong muttering, "Sure enough, it's not right."

Rong Zhen asked Zhao Yilong who was sticking behind him in a low voice, "What's the matter?"

Zhao Yilong: "This Feng Shui is not right."

Rong Zhen: "Has Feng Shui changed?"

Zhao Yilong scanned Rong Zhen again with his eyes, "How do you know?"

Rong Zhen: "Feeling."

Zhao Yilong: "Come on, Fengshui masters will stop eating in the future, you can see if you can piss them off just by feeling."

Rong Zhen saw that he was sour, so he didn't answer, but asked modestly, "What's going on?"

This trick worked very well for Zhao Yilong, he continued, "I came with you last time, although the Feng Shui of this place is not very good, but the north side of the building is sealed off, although I didn't come in to see it, but there is obviously something suppressed inside the building That said, demons and ghosts who want to take advantage of the feng shui here to cause trouble still have to retreat."

Rong Zhen: "Now things are gone?"

Zhao Yilong: "That's right, things are gone, Feng Shui is reversed, and this place will become a den of demons."

Rong Zhen couldn't help touching the briefcase he was carrying with him. With his physique, he was ready to take out a talisman or two and get close to him at any time.

Zhao Yilong: "Don't panic, there's no ghost."

Rong Zhen stared wide-eyed, "Didn't you say that the feng shui has changed and this place has become a den of demons?" He was annoyed by Zhao Yilong's ambiguity, and was just about to ask what he meant when he heard Zhang Xingke who had already stepped up the steps ahead. He shouted, "Mr. Rong! Teacher Rong, come up quickly!"

Rong Zhen could only take two steps forward.

"It's okay, Teacher Rong, there is no ghost here now." Zhang Xingke smiled at Rong Zhen on the fifth and sixth steps, and the sunlight behind him flickered, as if his whole body was glowing with golden light.

Rong Zhen was obsessed with ghosts for a while, wondering if Zhang Xingke was here, so all the ghosts disappeared.

"Mr. Rong! Are the rumors in your school true? There are different numbers of stairs during the day than at night?" Zhang Xingke half-lyed on the steps, carefully looking at the area where the girl had an accident.

Rong Zhen took two steps forward, stood side by side with Hu Lan on the steps, looked down at Zhang Xingke who was busy on the ground, and answered honestly, "I don't know."

Zhang Xingke: "You haven't tried such an interesting thing? I counted them just now. Anyway, it's seventeen right now."

Rong Zhen: "Legend has it, there will be one more session in the evening."

"That's right." Zhang Xingke sat up, "One more knot, and it will become eighteen knots at night. This number is good, and it sounds auspicious!"

eighteen!On the eighteenth floor of hell, Rong Zhen was shocked. He hadn't thought much about the difference between one more step and one less step in the legend. Now let Zhang Xingke do this, and his heart thumped. It's possible that this place is fine during the day. At night it becomes [-] layers of hell?

"Superstition! This is superstition!" Zhang Xingke stood up and patted the dirt on his body, "It's probably because that bastard didn't want to study anymore, so I made it up to scare people. I don't believe it. Do you think so, Teacher Rong!"

"Young Master Zhang, something's not right. There's no one here." Hu Lan seemed unable to bear Zhang Xingke who suddenly acted foolishly, so she made a remark. Rong Zhen looked up, only to notice that although this place was a guarded area circled by the police, it was patrolling alone. None of the police.

"Hey, it's a good day today. It's the first time that the police have cooperated with us so much." After saying that, Zhang Xingke, who was talking about other people's superstition, threw a few yellow talismans into the air in an instant, and it was determined. Floating beside the three of them, there was no movement for a while, "It's strange! There are no people, and there are no ghosts. It's not suitable, it's not suitable!"

Rong Zhen has drawn a lot of talismans recently, so he took a closer look at the talisman in the air. He had seen it before. Zhao Yilong called this "I caught you talisman". His memory is impaired, and he often can't remember the correct name of the talisman. , Randomly take.

The function of this talisman is to make ghosts invisible in a three-mile radius. The more powerful the person, the wider the range of use, and the higher the level of ghosts that appear.

"This kid is so powerful!" Zhao Yilong suddenly whispered in Rong Zhen's ear, "With a few talismans, the tail of the spirit beast was forced out."

"Spiritual beast?" Rong Zhen was baffled by what he heard, Zhao Yilong moved his head, turned around, and looked at Hu Lan.

The girl on the steps was still as beautiful as a flower, but behind her sideways body, a few red tails floated out of nowhere. They were thick and fluffy, and the part near the tip of the tail was white, swaying with the girl's graceful body.

She couldn't see it at all just now, Rong Zhen couldn't help but took two steps back, and almost fell down a step.

Zhang Xingke: "Lan'er, hide your tail! Teacher Rong has seen it!"

"...It's almost done, there is nothing around." Feeling Zhang Xingke's vicious revenge, Hu Lan glared at him and said fiercely.

"Fierce woman, you have a bad nose, I have to open it, let's see what's going on!" Zhang Xingke smiled mischievously, and with a wave of his hand, a round of spells disappeared instantly. With his left hand on his chest, "Mr. Rong, please rest assured, our Lan'er is a fox!"

Rong Zhen hurriedly released his hand and stood up straight.

Zhang Xingke didn't mind, and continued with his hands behind his back, "It's hard to deal with. There is no one, and no ghost. In my opinion, this girl probably committed suicide." He took out a piece of paper from his pocket. The crumpled photo, the whole person took two steps back, tilted his head to face the steps and candle blocks surrounded by the cordon, "If you commit suicide, you commit suicide. Why do you light a candle?"

It was only then that Rong Zhen remembered that he also had a photo of the scene of the crime, and took it out of his bag. Just as he was about to compare it, Zhang Xingke came over and said, "Hey, Teacher Rong, your photo looks much better! The police The level of photography is terrible!"

"Obviously you rubbed it." Hu Lan also leaned over to take a look, and if she didn't look at it, she was taken aback. "This...this...is this a photo?" Zhang Xingke and Rong Zhen The photos of the incident in his hand are obviously not the difference in photography skills. Except that they are in the same place, none of the dead people in them are the same from the position to the expression.

"Mr. Rong, show me your face." Without waiting for him to answer, Zhang Xingke reached out, took Rong Zhen's photo in his hand, and looked at it carefully, "This is more or less like a crime scene, tsk tsk, especially It’s this smile, I really like it.”

The girl in the photo was lying in a pool of blood, the bottom of the candle in front of her body was stained black brown, the smile on her face spread from the corners of her mouth to two dimples, and extended to her temples, the split corners of her mouth were twisted like a line The bug crawled maliciously on the face of this beautiful girl.

"This smile..." Hu Lan picked up the photo and leaned closer to her, "It's him!" She yelled, and immediately covered her mouth as if she was talking about something taboo.

Zhang Xingke patted her on the shoulder. Because of her gaffe, he rolled his eyes at her. He pointed to the current crime scene and half-bent down, "The police have been very diligent recently, and even wiped away the blood."

Rong Zhen looked over, and found that the ground in the cordon area was clean, and the base of the candle was also dark and white, half burnt, spread out on the steps, and a figure of a person lying down was roughly drawn with chalk on the side to mark the deceased's name. The location is very different from the picture in my hand.

Rong Zhen: "It looks like someone..."

Zhang Xingke: "Someone created another crime scene."