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"Ah..." Wang Cheng screamed again, hid behind the chair and closed his eyes tightly, not daring to open them.

"Bang," the door of the security room was slammed open from the outside.

"What's the matter, what's the matter!" Two security guards in security uniforms rushed into the security room.

When Wang Cheng saw these two people, he struggled to get up, hid beside them, clutched their sleeves tightly, and looked like a little daughter-in-law who had been bullied.

"The video, the filming on the video is hell," Wang Cheng said tremblingly while hiding beside the two of them.

The two security guards who came in later looked at each other, couldn't hold back any longer, and burst out laughing.

Wang Cheng saw that the two people did not believe his words. At this time, Wang Cheng didn't know whether it was because the two people did not believe him, or because they had more courage. He stood up, hesitated for a while, looked at the two people who laughed at him, and took courage Walking to the monitor, rewinding the video to the moment when Zhao Shuai drove out, slowed down, and called the other two.

However, everything was normal in the video, and the figure of the co-pilot who was sitting in the car driven by Zhao Shuai just now disappeared.

In the security room, only Wang Cheng was left scratching his head but couldn't find a clue, and there were two security guards who laughed at Wang Cheng's timidity and suspicion.

Zhao Shuai was driving the police car on his way home, and Zhao Shuai, who was driving the car, had already taken off his police cap and put it under the windshield directly in front of him, with the police badge facing him.

After turning a corner, the police cap slid aside under the action of centrifugal force, turning into a police badge and rushing towards the windshield. Zhao Shuai reached out to help but ignored it, and did not turn it around.

Seeing this, a trace of cruelty flashed in the eyes of the female ghost of the co-pilot, and slowly stretched out her skinny hands to the eyes of Zhao Shuai, who was concentrating on driving, and wanted to gouge Zhao Shuai's eyes directly.

Zhao Shuai, who was driving the car, felt his eyes darken intuitively, as if something was covering his sight, and he couldn't see the road ahead.

Zhao Shuai was startled, but he stepped on the brakes rationally.

"Squeak," the sound of the tires rubbing against the ground sounded on the road, and the car stopped safely on the side of the road, but Zhao Shuai only felt a pain in his eyes, and the pain was gradually deepening, as if his eyes were about to be crushed. Dig it out in general.

Zhao Shuai covered his eyes with his hands, but it didn't help. If Su An was here, he would have seen a figure sitting astride the steering wheel, with hands as skinny as ghost claws digging through the backs of Zhao Shuai's hands. Looking into Zhao Shuai's eyes.

"Hoohoo," Zhao Shuai, who couldn't see anything, panted heavily. The pain in his eyes brought great psychological pressure to Zhao Shuai.

As the old saying goes, when you hit someone, you must first hit your guts, which is to poke the eye, which will cause a huge psychological shadow on people.

But now Zhao Shuai can't see his opponent, but his eyes seem to be gouged by life. Even Zhao Shuai, who is a policeman, seems a little helpless at this time. After all, the police are all flesh and blood after taking off their police uniforms ordinary people.

Zhao Shuai tightly covered his eyes with one hand, and waved the other hand in front of him indiscriminately, but it was useless.

The female ghost sitting straddling Zhao Shuai opened her mouth wide and let out a silent roar, with bloodthirsty excitement flashing in her eyes, she seemed to appreciate Zhao Shuai's dying struggle.

At this moment, a yellow light flashed across Zhao Shuai's body, and the female ghost was knocked away by the yellow light like a broken sack, and flew out of the car directly on the windshield.

And Zhao Shuai also heard a sharp, crazy cry of pain. After the sound, Zhao Shuai suddenly found that he could see. Although there were still bursts of pain in his eyes, the eyes just now were about to be gouged out of their sockets. The situation has disappeared.

Enduring the pain in his eyes, Zhao Shuai glanced around inside the car, but found nothing, and immediately knew that he had encountered something dirty. At this moment, Zhao Shuai remembered Su An's words: "The police badge on your head is the best amulet , nothing dirty dares to get close to the body of the servant!"

Thinking of this, Zhao Shuai picked up the police cap under the windshield and put it on his head.

Even if Zhao Shuai, who was originally upright, didn't wear this police uniform and wore this police cap, he could still restrain ordinary little ghosts. As for why he was haunted by this dirty thing, the reason was the century-old willow stained on Zhao Shuai's body. sawdust.

The female ghost followed Zhao Shuai precisely because of the attraction of the willow sawdust on Zhao Shuai's body.

At this time, Zhao Shuai suddenly smelled a burnt smell. After looking around, Zhao Shuai found that the burnt smell was coming from his body, and it came from his wallet. Zhao Shuai carefully took out the wallet. He came out and opened it slowly, only to find that the paper amulet that Su An handed to him before and stuffed into his wallet had turned into a pile of ashes.

Shock flashed in Zhao Shuai's eyes, and he straightened the police cap on his head. Zhao Shuai hit the car and left the place.

Speeding all the way, Zhao Shuai drove the car to Su An's downstairs, parked the car, Zhao Shuai rubbed his sore eyes, and went upstairs.

In Su An's home, Su An took the scroll where Luo Nu lived and gestured on the walls of the room, and finally chose to stick a sticky hook on the wall of the living room. There was a knock at the door.

Su An took a look at Luo Nu, who was sitting on the sofa in the living room, concentrating on carving the wood in his hand. After hanging the painting in his hand on the wall, he walked to the door and opened it.

At the moment just now, Su An really wanted to say: "Luo Nu, go and open the door!"

But when I thought about it, if the person who knocked on the door saw that the door opened automatically, I don't know if he would dare to step in.

Su An, who walked to the door, paused for a moment, and wanted to ask Luo Nu to return to the painting, but after thinking about it, it didn't matter, since no one else could see Luo Nu anyway, so he gave up.

Opening the door, Zhao Shuai's figure came into Su An's sight. Seeing Zhao Shuai's flushed eyes and a slightly flustered expression, Su An's face sank, without speaking, he let Zhao Shuai into the room.

Su An, who closed the door, turned around and asked aloud, "What happened, what happened to your eyes!"

After entering the room, Zhao Shuai sat on the sofa, reached out and picked up the teapot on the coffee table, poured himself a large glass of water, drank it, and said with a long sigh of relief: "I seem to have met something dirty, if it wasn't for you Give me the paper talisman, I'm afraid my eyes have already been gouged out by her."

After speaking, Zhao Shuai took out his wallet and handed it to Su An.

There was a strange look in Su An's eyes when he heard the words, and he reached out to take the wallet that Zhao Shuai handed over. After opening it, he found a ball of ashes in the wallet, and poured it carefully on the coffee table.

"Does this paper talisman automatically become like this?"

"That's right, and I also heard a scream. You must know that I was in the car at the time, and the windows and doors were all closed," Zhao Shuai said.

"That's it," Su An said, but turned his attention to Luo Nu who was sitting at the other end of the sofa.

At this time, Luo Nu also stopped the movements in his hands. He understood what Su An meant. He was asking himself. Qiongbi sniffed Zhao Shuai slightly, and a cold voice rang in Su An's ear: "There is indeed something wrong with him." He still has the aura of a ghost, he should have killed someone and was aroused, but he dared to find an official..." Luo Nu paused at this point, stood up and stepped forward.

Just as Luo Nu approached Zhao Shuai, the police badge on Zhao Shuai's head emitted a dazzling golden light and shone on Luo Nu.

Luo Nu waved his wide sleeves, and a black air blocked the golden light. He stretched out his jade hand on Zhao Shuai and took off a piece of sawdust the size of a fingernail and showed it to Su An.

"The ghost who dared to find the servant was probably attracted by the breath of the century-old willow sawdust on his body!"