Escape from the Ghost

Memory is a very paradoxical thing. It not only has the biological instinct of seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages, but also contradicts everywhere with the human nature that is good at capturing all good things and hates pain and ugliness. This kind of goodness and pain is not a result, but two sides of one body, sharp And true.

Each memory has a small tail, thinking that I forgot, but in fact, it is easy to make a comeback by grabbing the tail.

Just like Song Yi now, the nightmare that he had escaped countless times can now crush him in an instant.

The corridor on the second floor of the villa is very deep, and the study room is at the innermost side, with dark red solid wood doors staggered. The wooden floor in the room was originally light-colored to match the lighting, but now it has become a blood-stained carnival.

The light-colored white light covered the ground, forming a furry barrier. The blood under the barrier had dried up. Behind the desk was a cabinet full of books. It seems that countless cracks are formed, ready to swallow the whole room with its bloody mouth at any time.

Bloodstains spread along the cabinet, extending to the white wall next to it.In front of the blood-stained white wall, a man kneeled on the ground covered in bruises.With his head down, he couldn't see his face clearly, and his entire spine seemed to be suspended by something, standing upright and forming a huge contrast with his fat body.

Song Yi closed his eyes, the scene in front of him drifted away quickly, and landed at the source of a certain memory:

The little boy ran down the long corridor, and opened the door full of anticipation. The smell of the room irritated the nasal mucosa and itched, and the tingling sensation quickly rose to the top of his head. Looking forward along the bloodstains, a woman was wearing a white dress. In the corner, the red blood bloomed roses one after another on the body.Her long hair was disheveled, and under the broken hair she opened a pair of big black grape-like eyes, smiling at the little boy full of despair.

"Forehead--"

Song Yi couldn't restrain the fear in his chest, covered his hair and let out a low growl.Li Zhaoling was a little surprised, took a few steps quickly and Song Yi hugged him tightly in his arms, and said worriedly, "Song Yi...it's okay...take it easy..."

Song Yi roared and wailed like a wild beast.

Xia Houyong frowned, walked past, and appeared in front of Song Yi in an instant, raising his hand to hit him on the back of the neck.Only then did Song Yi calm down, closed his eyes and passed out in Li Zhaoling's arms.

Li Zhaoling hugged Song Yi by the waist, walked out of the house, and said, "I'll put him in the next room first, wait for me."

"Li Zhaoling, don't you think Song Yi's reaction is abnormal?"

Li Zhaoling stopped when he heard the sound, turned around and said, "What do you mean?"

Xia Houyong thought about it, and said: "Actually, the first few times I saw Song Yi, I felt that this child's reaction to 'death' itself was not normal. For ordinary people, the event of death is from appearance to complete acceptance. , It is a process of changing emotions from external release to internal release, that is to say, a normal person's expression should change from denial, anger, despair, to acceptance, but he... is too calm."

"calm?"

Xia Houyong nodded and said: "If you want to let go, you must learn to face it. From Song Yi's father Song Weizhong, to his classmates Jia Yong and Zhao Yu having accidents one after another. By the way, there is also Lin Ying. These are all related to him. People who were closely related to his life circle. But after the incident, who did you hear him mention again? It seems that these people are not dead, but have never appeared in his world. Of course, maybe I didn’t describe it enough precise."

Xia Houyong took two steps forward, looked down at Song Yi's side face, and said, "This kind of situation is called PTSD in the field of psychology—that is, post-traumatic stress disorder. I once hinted at Song Yi, hoping he can Take the initiative to recognize and ask for some help. But he rejected me immediately, it seems that he did consult a psychologist, and it was useless."

Li Zhaoling lowered his eyes, looked at the person in his arms, unconsciously tightened his arms, and said, "I see, thank you." After speaking, he walked out of the study.

Xia Houyong looked awkwardly at Li Zhaoling's back disappearing at the door, and he felt that he and Song Yi were a perfect match, and they would always have the virtue of rejecting others thousands of miles away.Of course, in terms of the number of words spoken, Li Zhaoling is obviously better.

Xia Houyong scanned the bloodstains in the room, turned his gaze back to the corpse, and stared at the small words written in blood on the wall, dazed.

It was not until he heard footsteps behind him that Xia Houyong said: "The name of the deceased is Zhang Yanqing. He died more than twelve hours ago and was discovered by the room attendant in charge of sanitation. The cause of death was suicide. He stuck a dagger in his chest and his soul disappeared. , Write your last name on the wall before you die."

Li Zhaoling was surprised: "Surname? What did he use to write it?"

Xia Houyong pointed to the blood on the wall and said, "It looks like a brush, but there was no brush at all except for an inkstone that hadn't been used for a long time on the office table."

"Where's the wound on the body?" Li Zhaoling stepped forward, leaned over to check the wound on the corpse and asked, "Did you cut it with a dagger?"

Xia Houyong lowered his eyes and said, "Yes."

"If you make the scene like this and ask for death, how are you going to close the case? Isn't the result of this investigation too far-fetched?"

Xia Houyong said: "Before Zhang Yanqing retired, he was regarded as half of the leader in Mucheng. Later, he retired early due to physical reasons. He divorced his wife ten years ago, and his wife immigrated with their children and settled abroad. There is half a bottle of psychotropic drugs on the table. It proves that he suffered from depression for a long time before his death. In fact, if it wasn’t for his illness, he wouldn’t be hiding in such a place by himself.”

Li Zhaoling approached the white wall, and the small characters were on the face directly opposite the corpse. The characters were in Wei style, no more than five centimeters in length and width, hidden in a bloodstain.

Xia Houyong said in a deep voice, "What did you think of?"

Li Zhaoling raised his hand to touch the small characters, and said in a deep voice, "Northern Wei."

The seven dynasties came together 3000 years ago, and only the Northern Wei Dynasty chose this ancient and rigid font when writing military orders and imperial edicts.

Li Zhaoling put down his hands, straightened his waist, and said, "Where's Su Ningzi? Isn't she here yet?"

The sound of small leather shoes came from outside the door, and Su Ningzi muttered as soon as she entered the room: "This place is too far..." Before she could finish her sentence, she was shocked by the scene in the room and shut her mouth. Examining the corpse carefully, he shook his head and said, "I haven't seen such a bloody scene in many years. This person looks a bit like..."

Li Zhaoling had a cold look on his face, and his words were sharp: "The battlefield where we fought."

"The corpse is kneeling, what does that mean? Is it being tortured?"

Li Zhaoling didn't answer, but said in a low voice, "Let's palm the spirit."

Holding her breath, Su Ningzi stretched out her palm, and placed her palm down on the man's celestial cap. A purple beam of light burst out suddenly, and a beam flew out and hit the wall.This light was like a burning flame, moving towards the bloody characters on the wall, the bloody characters were instantly ignited by the purple flame, the soul fire covered the characters, burned twice more vigorously, and then went out without warning.

Su Ningzi was slightly shocked, and quickly lay down on the wall, and rubbed the surface of the writing with her fingertips one stroke at a time. The place that was rubbed flashed twice with a purple shimmer and then quickly disappeared.

She turned her head solemnly and said: "Part of the soul is owed in the words, and the other part has disappeared. This word itself contains huge dark energy, which can swallow my spiritual power."

Xia Houyong frowned, and asked, "Does that mean that all the clues on the corpse have been sealed by this blood letter?"

Su Ningzi clasped her arms in front of her chest, the muscles on the side of her face tensed, and said, "I said before, there are three possibilities for the disappearance of the soul. This kind of situation should be... a blood sacrifice."

"Blood sacrifice?"

Li Zhaoling said slowly: "Take the soul of a living person as a sacrifice, pave the way for the lost soul, and welcome him back to this world."

Xia Houyong said: "The soul has dissipated, what can I do when I come back? Is it possible that I still want to enter reincarnation?"

Su Ningzi raised her hand and slapped Xia Houyong's forehead. Accompanied by his cry of "Ouch", she said, "You are really stupid. Think about it, if you can lose your soul, you have either suffered a serious crime in life, or you will die after death." The corpses are not complete. If they really come back, who can clean up without any complaints, and must be holding back their energy to bring disaster to the world?"

Li Zhaoling looked at the writing on the wall and said, "Could it be related to the ghosts released in 'Bai Pi'?"

Su Ningzi's face darkened and said: "The Nether has spiritual power but is inhuman. Besides, once it becomes Nether, there is not enough spiritual power to launch the blood sacrifice. That is to say, if it really has something to do with the soldiers of the Song Family Army in the Northern Wei Dynasty, then... only One possibility is that things are far more than just Nether." She paused for a moment, then continued, "I was thinking... since it is a sacrifice, there must be someone who is enshrined. Think about who died in our army named Zhang. After the body is not complete?"

Li Zhaoling held his breath and did not speak.

After a while, Xia Houyong said sullenly: "Zhang Xun... one of the five generals, not only him, but also Duan Fuzun, Wu Guangxin, Chen Shang and Wang Xin. So, this case is just the beginning?"

Su Ningzi said: "I'm just offering a possibility."

Xia Houyong quietly clenched his fists under his body, the muscles at the corners of his mouth bulged a little due to too much force, and said, "Is there any other way to learn more about the blood sacrifice."

Su Ningzi shrugged her shoulders and said, "Sacrificing curses and sacrificing these heretical things, except for the legendary sutras, the little brother who gave you the medicine knows the most."

Xia Houyong said suspiciously: "You mean Zhao You." When the last word came out, his face turned blue.

Back at the office that night, Comrade Xia Houyong turned on the lights to fight at night, his hands were worn off a layer of skin, and it was not until the second half of the night that his little brother was willing to lower his noble head, and then he took three days off to rest and recuperate. Under the circumstances, he is probably the only one who has made himself "exhausted".

Thinking of the scene of that night, his face turned from green to red, and he muttered to Su Ningzi: "I think you two are in collusion?"

Su Ningzi gave another slap unceremoniously, and looked at Xia Houyong's aggrieved expression covering his forehead and said, "Fart! If my old lady prescribes medicine, she will definitely hit you with one blow and kill you. Who are you fooling me lightly?" ???"

Xia Houyong was dissatisfied, and retorted: "Who told you it was an understatement? Labor and management have been busy all night!"

Li Zhaoling really wanted to cut open this bastard's forehead to see what was inside?His face became more and more ugly, and finally he couldn't help it, and ended the meaningless conversation between the two of them with one sentence: "Su Ningzi, you should take the medicine quickly."

"..."

"???"

Xia Houyong curled his lips and said, "Then what should we do now?"

Su Ningzi held her forehead and said, "Brother, are you a policeman or am I a policeman?"

Xia Houyong was at a loss for words immediately: "You...you ask questions but don't solve them, what kind of spirit master are you?"

Su Ningzi was so annoyed by him, she thought to herself: "Be careful with your wording, it's the spirit master who was expelled from the city bureau by you."

Xia Houyong carefully bumped Su Ningzi with his elbow, stroked the cheeks on his chin and said, "Don't hold grudges like this, you see that you wear pigtails every day, and you don't care about your private life, it really doesn't conform to the dignified spirit of this job Appearance and demeanor."

Su Ningzi: "..."

Xia Houyong didn't give up, and said coquettishly: "You see, people are begging you, you must have a way."

Li Zhaoling: "!!!!"

Su Ningzi folded her arms, pouted and said, "Go to Zhao You, he knows best."

Xia Houyong bared his teeth: "You..."

Su Ningzi held her arms, swayed to the door and said, "I've told you the method, and I can figure it out." She was just about to go out, when she leaned back and said to Li Zhaoling, "Song Yi seems to be awake and calling for mother? I This young lady is feeling sorry for him, why don't you go and let me in?"

When Li Zhaoling missed Xia Houyong, he whispered: "If you make up your mind to destroy her one day, I will still support it."

Xia Houyong: "..."

As soon as Li Zhaoling opened the door, he saw Song Yi sitting by the bed, facing the French windows.He bowed his head, resting his elbows on his knees, and buried his face between his arms so that he could not see his face.Song Yi hurriedly put on a large white pullover when he went out. His thin body was covered under the clothes, and his back looked thin and lonely.

Li Zhaoling walked over and squatted in front of Song Yi, lifted his shoulders and hugged him in his arms.His voice was still habitually estranged, but upon careful listening, it was as gentle as possible: "Is it better?"

Song Yi's face just rubbed against Li Zhaoling's chest. Through the shirt and vest, he could clearly feel the boxy lines between his chest and abdomen. He moved his face further in, and raised his arms to wrap around Li Zhaoling's waist. , the hand quickly slid down the waistline behind the back...

——Does it take advantage of being delivered to your door or is it a human being?

"........."

Li Zhaoling immediately changed his face, grabbed Song Yi's restless hand, squeezed his chin and said, "How does it feel?"

Song Yi pursed his lips and thought about it carefully, before saying, "It's a bit hard and not sticky enough."

Li Zhaoling wanted to slap this little bastard to death. He held Song Yi's chin and twitched repeatedly, raised the corner of his mouth, and said triumphantly, "I don't dislike you."

Song Yi was dumbfounded. In his heart, although Li Zhaoling was indifferent and self-defeating, he was barely a decent person.It's only been a few days, it's too easy for a decent person to go bad!Facts show that men are essentially the same, lust pi!

Li Zhaoling let go of his hand, pushed Song Yi away and looked at each other.His voice was very low, as if he was afraid of scaring Song Yi, he said softly, "Is there anything you want to tell me? It doesn't matter what you feel or experience. I'm worried about you just now."

Song Yi looked away, smiled awkwardly, stood up and said nonchalantly, "What? Don't allow others to be cowardly? I'm fine. I'll go back to school first. What are you going to do?"

After he finished speaking, he was about to leave. Li Zhaoling took his hand and followed him and said, "It's all right, let's go together."

Song Yi walked and said: "Well, okay, I'll go back and catch up on sleep, you go to class. By the way... What are you going to eat for dinner? The one in front of the school..."

"Song Yi..." Li Zhaoling's sudden shout made Song Yi stop.

With his back turned to him, Song Yi took a deep breath, turned around, showed a slightly shy smile, and said, "You really don't see each other every day. In this way, when I go back to Jingtai Garden at night, you want If you come, move things by yourself, I will not be your free mover."

Just as Song Yi finished speaking and was about to turn around and continue walking, Li Zhaoling pulled him hard and locked him firmly in his arms. Song Yi nestled his face on Li Zhaoling's shoulder and his hands trembled slightly. After a while, he patted Li Zhaoling's shoulder. Said: "What's the matter..."

Li Zhaoling put all his strength into his arms and hugged Song Yi hard. After letting go, he showed a rare smile and said, "It's nothing, let's go." He took Song Yi with one hand, and took out his phone with the other to send a message to Xia Houyong: Go Look for Zhao You and ask what is the price of the soul blood sacrifice?