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

The ghost eyes are mostly blue-green, and the souls of those who look at them will be taken away. People have seven souls and six souls, and they are taken away for no reason, ranging from mental disorders to stupid and paralyzed.

Rong Zhen didn't lose her soul either, I don't know what it's like, but I've heard too many ghost stories about beating my grandma, and I've developed some immunity, and I'm not as scared as ordinary people.

Ghosts are afraid of fire and light, which is always the same truth for thousands of years.

In the blink of an eye, Rong Zhen stretched out his left hand and closed his eyes.

"Bada..." The light in the bathroom turned on, and the warm light seemed to dissipate something. There was no sound for a while, and there was no abnormality. Rong Zhen opened his eyes.

Everything in the bathroom is clear at a glance. The sink, toilet, and bathtub are all normal. On the right side of the sink, the window is wide open, and the wind is pouring in backwards. The sound just now should be the wind blowing the shampoo into the bathtub. sent out.

Rong Zhen rubbed her temples, bent down, helped up the shampoo, and laughed at how nervous and suspicious she was.

When she stood up, Rong Zhen's poor head hit something again.

"This towel rack is really not in the right place." He complained in his heart, turned around, rubbed his head, raised his eyes, and froze in place like a freeze.

It wasn't a towel rack that hit him, but his cell phone, which was "floating" in mid-air.The thing was not honest, it moved up and down a few times, and finally stopped at the height of his eyes.

Rong Zhen remembered very clearly that before going to bed, the phone was turned off, and she had never turned it on, but now it was floating in midair with the screen on, and the man stared vigilantly at the small square in the air, and each person and object confronted each other for a while.

Immediately afterwards, his mobile phone seemed to be manipulated, it automatically unlocked, opened the memo, and typed two words.

"do not go."

There was nothing in the air except the dust under the light. Rong Zhen held the edge of the bathtub behind him tightly with both hands, staring blankly at the phone in front of him.

"Don't go!!!" Two more words came out, followed by three exclamation marks.

As a generation born in New China and raised under the red flag, Rong Zhen received the influence and transformation of materialism and atheism since he was a child. It is hard to say how effective it is, but he was caught off guard when he suddenly faced this scene of subverting the three views, so that he forgot It's time to rush out the door.

"Ghost?" Rong Zhen quickly betrayed his socialist materialism as soon as he opened his mouth.

"People?!" The word quickly popped up in the phone memo, which was a bit of a joke.

It's a pity that the person opposite was not in the mood for joking, Rong Zhen glanced at the light, at the phone, and at the empty room.

"Not all ghosts are afraid of light." A line of words floated up on the phone again.

Rong Zhen wanted to rush out the door right now, but he didn't know if it would be too late.

"Leave here, the outside will only be more dangerous."

The "mobile phone" seemed to be able to read Rong Zhen's thoughts, which made his hair stand up unnaturally, but in just a few tens of seconds, Rong Zhen calmed down. He put his hands on his chest, remembering what grandma said , if something really wants to hurt you, it won't be the same as in TV dramas and movies, talking to you for a long time, with that effort, you would have become a scum.

He's not a scumbag yet, isn't he?

Rong Zhen: "Who are you?"

Cell phone: "I don't know."

Rong Zhen: "Where did you come from?"

Cell phone: "I don't know."

Rong Zhen: "Why follow me?"

Mobile phone: "Well... I don't know."

After completing this soul-like triple question, each person and object fell into silence for a while.

"Aren't you afraid of me?" The phone broke the deadlock first, and asked another sentence.

Rong Zhen leaned on the bathtub and slowly straightened up, as if she didn't hear the other party's question, and then asked.

"Where did you tell me not to go?"

The phone floated twice in the air and circled around Rong Zhen, as if expressing resentment that he was not intimidated by him at all.

"Weird! Weird! You look gentle, but you are surprisingly courageous. I thought I could scare you. It's boring! It's really boring!"

"Where did you tell me not to go?" Rong Zhen asked again.

The words on the front of the mobile phone memo slowly faded, and three words reappeared, "Zi Fu Temple!"

It really is Zifu Temple!

"why?"

"I don't know, intuition."

"Where's the intuition?"

As if some taboo question was asked, the phone flew right above him, and the white screen of the memo was facing Rong Zhen's upturned face, as if something was staring at him.

Rong Zhen suddenly felt a little nervous physically, not knowing what kind of medicine the other party bought in the gourd.Immediately afterwards, the mobile phone suddenly slid down with a certain acceleration, and the screen became bigger and bigger, and it fell straight down and fell on his face.

"Ah!" Someone screamed.

Rong Zhen reached out to reach for the phone that hit her face, the "phone" dodged very nimbly, and once again wobbled and floated in mid-air, swaying left and right like a "person" holding a phone and laughing .The only premise is that this "person" is also floating in the sky.

Rong Zhen began to slowly draw an outline in his mind. After all, he had a little foundation in painting when he was a child. At this moment, under the guidance of his imagination that is different from ordinary people, he seemed to see the figure of something holding a mobile phone.

"you are human?"

The phone stopped shaking his head and typed out the words "hahaha". Rong Zhen couldn't see what was funny.

"Is this considered a person?" A new conversation emerged in the memo.

"It's not a ghost or a person, so what are you?"

"I don't know, I lost my memory."

"Have you lost your memory?" Rong Zhen repeated it. After all, with a mobile phone, it is hard to be convincing to say that he has lost his memory.

"how?"

Rong Zhen thought for a while, and recalled the unlucky things in recent days. Most living people can disappear from the world, and a mobile phone with amnesia does not seem to be a strange thing. Thinking of this, Rong Zhen suddenly had a flash of inspiration, "You designed it alarm clock?"

"good."

"why?"

"intuition."

"what?"

"Intuition, if you continue to dream, you will be in danger of your life."

"It's the same when I go to Zifu Temple?" The corner of Rong Zhen's mouth raised.

"That's different."

"Oh?"

"If you want to go to Zifu Temple, you are dead!!!"

Rong Zhen squinted his eyes and looked at the phone, straightened his back, walked out of the bathroom, turned on the light in the hall, poured a glass of water, and downed it in one gulp.

Immediately afterwards, he changed his clothes, as if he was about to go out.

"What are you doing?" The phone flew up to block the man.

"Go to Zifu Temple."

"Did you think I was joking when I said it for a long time?"

Rong Zhen was facing the phone and asked a basic question, "Why should I trust you?"

A mobile phone floating in mid-air without knowing what to ask, and a weird Zifu Temple, comparing them two, maybe the rewards of going to the Zifu Temple will be even greater.Rong Zhen turned the doorknob and opened the door.

"Hey, that's interesting. The last time you four old men were carried back by the police all the way, you lay down for three full days. You still don't think it's embarrassing enough. You have to die there to be satisfied?"

Rong Zhen put his hand in mid-air, and paused, "Are you there?"

"I came back with you from the Zifu Temple." This line of words floated out of the memo on the phone.

"Why follow me?"

"Because my intuition tells me that you are my key." The phone wrote the word key in red and enlarged the font.

At Rong Zhen's age, he has never heard anyone say to him face to face, "You are the key to me." Even though it was just a mobile phone, he blushed a little for a while, and stopped asking the question.

The phone didn't pay attention to the change of the person opposite, and quickly typed another two words, "Listen!"

"What?" Rong Zhen asked on the one hand, and turned his attention to his ears on the other. Sure enough, he heard a thin voice coming from the dilapidated corridor of his house.

When Rong Zhen raised his eyes, the time on his mobile phone came into view. The midnight had just passed, and it was the time when yin flourished and yang declined, and humans and ghosts alternated activities. Rong Zhen's grandma used to be very strict with him and never allowed him to pass the time. time to go out.

Rong Zhen subconsciously wanted to close the door, but unfortunately the voice became a lot louder following his thoughts, and this time the man heard it clearly.

It was the cry of a person, the cry of a woman, sobbing, very sad.