[comprehensive] superior skills

In order to avoid causing panic by creating supernatural events, Song Ci, who was completely invisible, could only use the escalator to go to the bottom step by step.

At that time, there were still many relatives and friends visiting patients in the hospital, and it took a lot of effort to avoid them.

Passing through the familiar treatment area, Song Ci once again met May, the beautiful nurse who used to take care of her. She was kindly coaxing a demented patient with dull eyes.

May looked at the cardboard in her hand and smiled softly, "What are you drawing? With such a big head, why don't you just call you Datouzi!"

At this time, Song Ci, who was passing by the two of them, was shocked when he heard the last few words, and subconsciously turned his head to look at the empty drawing paper.

A stack of newspapers on the magazine shelf suddenly rose up without any wind, and a series of strange noises were made as they were flipped through rapidly, "Wow... Wow... Wow... Wow... Wow... Wow... Come... Come... Ah... Ah ...Ahhhhhhh..."

The medical staff and visitors who stayed in this area all stared at the wooden tripod stuck between the dead corners of the two walls inexplicably. Only Song Ci, who was hidden in it, tightened his collar and walked out of the building quickly.

At some point in the night sky, where the moon was bright and the stars were sparse, thick clouds piled up. Gusts of gusts of wind whizzed across the ground, and the swaying branches rustled as the fallen leaves swept across the ground.

The fountain in front of the main entrance suddenly rolled and surged non-stop, and streams of water spewed in the same direction in a chaotic manner.

The moment the water fell to the ground, the wind suddenly stopped, and after a "rumbling" thunder, the dark and thick clouds began to shed light rain.

Although the rain is not heavy, there is always an indescribable chill when it falls on the body.

"It seems that not only the sky wants to keep guests, but ghosts also want to keep guests..."

Following the winding water stains under his feet, Song Ci reached into his satchel and held the small sword tightly, and slowly walked into the abandoned building that had been closed for a long time.

Somehow, the thick chain that should have been locked on the outer door fell off with a slight tug, as if the owner had reserved the door for guests in advance.

Song Ci conveniently threw the iron chain on the steps, and opened the glass door covered with old newspapers.

The entire building was dead silent, and no matter which direction you looked, there were ghosts of black holes.

Taking out a moonstone and holding it in the palm of his hand, Song Ci walked towards the floor of the operating room provided by the old ghost.

I don't know if it was destined by God, but the building number on the floor where the accident happened is also very evil, it just happens to be the four characters that everyone avoids.

The soft hazel shoes stepped on the ground silently, but she always felt as if there was something crawling where the halo couldn't reach.

One floor, two floors, three floors, the girl walking in the dark on foot finally came to the scene of the incident.

Song Ci had just stood still at the end of the corridor when the daylight bulbs above his head suddenly creaked, flickered a few times, and turned on one by one from near to far.

Although it seemed that there was a light source, Song Ci still held on to the moonstone tightly.

At the moment when these two confronted each other and compared who was more patient, the fluorescent tube at the farthest point suddenly went out.

One lamp, two lamps, three lamps... The bottomless dark night invaded, and soon engulfed that shining luminous body in the darkness.

In the silence of Wan Lai, Song Ci gently closed her eyes and tried to identify the abnormal movement in the corridor, but there was nothing but her own faint breathing.

Suddenly, a white and dazzling projection was reflected on the wall opposite the end like a curtain, followed by a series of black shadows, playing a different kind of shadow puppetry.

As the anthropomorphic movements of the black shadow became more and more real, another urgent voice of mixed men and women came from the mottled light and shadow.

"The mother is out of breath!"

"Leave her alone, save the child first!"

"Quick, I've seen the head!"

"Ah! What is this! A monster!"

"Go! Go! It's none of your business here, go!"

After the sound of chaotic footsteps and screams, the light curtain suddenly went out for a few seconds and another show was staged again.

Unlike the previous black-and-white images, this play began as a color set panel.

A long-haired woman in a red dress was lying quietly on the airtight iron cage in a folded position, occasionally uttering a few whispers, "Be good, baby, mommy will always be with you..."

The faint crying of the baby slowly spread, especially infiltrating in the dark and quiet night.

The camera angle changed several times, all of which were the gaps in the iron cage, the faceless woman in red, and the shade of the trees faintly revealing the blue sky.

Just when Song Ci thought the play would end in such an unremarkable way, eight strange shadows with their backs to the sun suddenly appeared in the picture.

No one could see their true colors clearly, but the tyrannical aura of those people came through the curtain.

"Smash, smash this monster to death!"

"Hit! Hit hard!"

"kill him!"

"Go to hell! Devil!"

"Whoa———"

The baby's crying became weaker and weaker, and the blood splashed out with the falling stones, gradually staining the snow-white curtain red.

After vaguely understanding the truth about the mother's return to the hospital, Song Ci couldn't bear to watch it any longer, but the projection wall in the distance made a muffled "plop" sound as if hitting his ear.

A deep pit suddenly appeared on the blood-red wall at some point, and two creeping shadows, one large and one small, stretched their stiff bodies slowly, and their weird and bizarre postures exuded a strong aura of terror.

"Whoaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa..."

The familiar cry of a baby echoed in the dark corridor, combined with the sound of the wind beating the windows, making Song Ci's heart tremble.

"Shhhhh..."

The woman in the long red dress approached step by step, followed by a huge sarcoma crawling on the ground.

"Is this really a baby?"

Song Ci, who was lucky enough to see the child's true face, finally understood the concept of the monster in Ah Ying's mouth. She raised the small sword in her hand to face the hostile mother and child, "If you really need my help, don't go any further. gone!"

The woman stopped slightly and raised her pale face.

Compared with the woman in white in the office building, this is a real grimace, because there is nothing on it like a white cloth.

Unconsciously thinking of the background curtain just now, Song Ci suddenly felt a chill in his bones.

Seeing that the mother and son were still standing there honestly, she took out an incense burner from her satchel and placed it on the ground to light three incense sticks, "It's fate to meet each other, and I don't have the heart to blame you for how miserable your previous life was. You can speak directly if you have something to say, and as long as I can, I will try my best to help you fulfill your wishes."

Since the two ghosts on the opposite side already had a record of devouring their own kind, Song Ci didn't want to give them any more strength, but simply burned a few yellow papers to make sense.

The woman in red slowly raised her arm as if in slow motion, and pointed towards the direction of the void with her pale and cold index finger, stubbornly not moving.

It took Song Ci a long time to understand what she meant, hesitatingly stretched out his fingertips and touched it lightly.

At the moment when the two fingers met, her whole body was shaken as if her soul had come out of her body, and she was possessed by another girl like a reincarnation.

This 20-year-old beautiful girl named Jie was born in a wealthy businessman's family in Malaysia. When she was traveling around Hong Kong, she fell in love with the courageous Kun at first sight, and then made a private decision for life.

In the end, before the two could break through the family barrier and get together again, Kun, who was far away in Hong Kong, died in a traffic accident.

The infatuated Jie doesn't want to be separated from her lover by yin and yang. After asking the gods for divination, she finds the help of a witch who has been passed down from generation to generation, and concludes a ghost marriage for the two.

Not long after they got married, Jie became pregnant. The sorceress knew that this was an unknown child, and persuaded Jie many times to get rid of him.

But how could the girl who was delighted that her lover came back to her in another way would let go of this opportunity and hide alone until the fetus was mature before struggling to be admitted to the hospital for delivery.

As a result, just as the sorceress expected, the child conceived by ghost energy not only killed its mother at birth, but the baby itself was raised as a monster because of severe deformities, and eventually died of the punishment of heretics.

This scene of tragic past seems to be short, but Song Ci is stuck in it like a confused person who can't find a way out.

In that long and short life, she has met countless young lovers hugging and kissing at the beach, watched the bride in red with tears in her eyes and worshiped with a memorial tablet, and was anxiously struggling in the delivery room to fight for a way out. In the end, she also witnessed the tragedy of the baby being stoned to death alive.

"enough!"

When the clock struck twelve midnight, Song Ci finally broke through the restraint and opened his eyes.

Wiping away the tears that shed unconsciously from the corners of her eyes in grief, she slowly opened her dry lips, "I said I would help you, why do you have to use this method to make me feel the same? What does one more person's pain mean to you? Meaning? What has happened can never be undone.”

The woman in red hung on the spot without a sound, not even the baby made a sound.

"What do you want to be reincarnated? If you don't want to be reconciled, you have to leave a way for your child!" Song Ci asked again.

The skirt of the woman in red swayed slightly, streams of blood trickled down her toes on the ground, and a crooked nine was leached out of the dust all over the floor.

"You want nine people? But it was eight people who killed the child in the first place?" Due to the previous soul possession, Song Ci could easily see what the woman wanted to express.

The silent big meatball suddenly opened its bloody mouth and screamed strangely, raised its palm and slapped the point where the pen was first written in the nine characters.

"You want to find the person from the beginning?"

After Song Ci thought for a moment, Mao Sai suddenly said: "What you are really looking for is the driver who killed Ah Kun? He hasn't been charged yet, has he?"

The woman in red was still silent, but the windows in the corridor were suddenly blown open by a gust of wind, causing echoes of collisions.

"I understand what you mean. It's that person who caused the beginning of all the misfortunes, so you refuse to let him go, and you want him to taste what it's like to have nothing."

As a senior stepping stone, Song Ci can certainly understand the obsession in a woman's heart. If anyone fell into A Jie's situation, he would probably only have revenge in his heart.

"Akun didn't see who the murderer was when he died, so you haven't been able to find him?"

These two ghosts only asked to find the first person, which means that the other eight probably have already paid the price for what they did back then, and only the original source of the tragedy, the hit-and-run, can always get away with it.

Perhaps their mother and son have been guarding the hospital all the time to meet their enemies. Although the chances of this are extremely low, for the millions of people in the local area, it is too difficult to find a driver who has never even seen his face.

After listening to the question in the void, the baby stained the blood stains under the soles of the mother's feet, and drew an extremely dazzling headlight on the ground.

Although the entire body of the lamp was glaring red, Song Ci deeply felt Akun's bewilderment and sadness when he turned around.

"It must not be a small private car that can emit such dazzling lights."

Song Ci squatted over and used a piece of white paper to rub the entire headlight imprint, "I know some friends in the police, and I will ask them to help find a large truck that was refurbished 30 years ago, or to see if there is a sudden change of career for no reason. driver."

Although the kind of driver who owed life debts escaped legal sanctions by chance, he might not have the courage to continue driving on the road, and he might be able to find some clues from the records of buying and selling vehicles.

She was lowering her head to fold the dried rubbing paper when she suddenly felt a dense strand of hair hanging down from the front of her forehead, blocking the light in front of her eyes impartially.

Just as he was about to reach out to brush the messy broken hair behind his ears, Song Ci suddenly recalled that the hair of Huang Jiamin's body had been cut into short hair by Huang Yaozu long ago, so how could the hair fall down!

"……Thank you."

A dull echo with a strange sound effect floated in the wind, and the woman in red hanging upside down on the roof said the first words after the apparition, and then stuffed a wet lock into the hands of the panicked little girl. Drenched with blood-colored hair, "Find, burn..."

Feeling the sticky touch in his hand, Song Ci resentfully swung his fist in the direction where the mother and son disappeared, "It's just a token, don't you need to make it so scary!"

Gritting her teeth and locking this special delivery tool into a secret iron box, Song Ci ran out of the abandoned building that left a heavy shadow in her heart.

The neon lights in the downtown area are shining, and for most people, the nightlife at this time is just beginning.

Standing in the crowded street for a long time, Song Ci raised his hand and dialed the phone number of his immediate superior, "Huang Sir, there is a big case that fell from the sky, I wonder if the Miscellaneous Department is interested in taking over? "

The author has something to say:

Song Ci: ...The scumbag author has immigrated to the country of Silence is Jin with his sisters.

Fortunately, the heroines did not abandon me. 〒▽〒