The bronze mirror has no name, and all the memories are about the experience of the bronze mirror.
The bronze mirror is not as mysterious as what I saw. The three kinds of people are completely nonsense.
However, the power of the bronze mirror is more powerful than I imagined.
Even the ghost king, as long as he is trapped by the bronze mirror, it is difficult to escape. More importantly, the world in the bronze mirror is created by the owner of the bronze mirror.
Although everything is illusory, for the ghost in the mirror that exists in the form of a soul, it is extremely real.
Now that the bronze mirror is under my control, I want a flash of lightning to appear in the world in the mirror, then the lightning will definitely appear, even if it is the ghost king, life and death are only in my mind.
As for drawing out the soul, it is just a small function of the bronze mirror.
I couldn't suppress the joy in my heart, hurriedly used the bronze mirror, and returned to my body.
As for Chen Xing, I didn't kill him, nor did I send him to the underworld.
I really want to see what kind of dialogue will happen between the two after I also capture Ding Xiaojie into the bronze mirror.
After all, my body was once occupied by other souls. It took me a long time to get used to it before I finally fully returned to normal.
After thanking editors Li and Zhou, I couldn't wait to go to Ding Xiaojie's residence.
It's just a pity that after wiping off Ding Xiaojie's blood on the bronze mirror, Ding Xiaojie obviously had a reaction.
The person has left the residence and is missing.
In his bedroom, the computer is still turned on, and his novel is written on it, and at the end of the novel, it reads: I have no inspiration, temporarily stop updating, and I am looking for new ghost stories.
I looked at the text on the computer with a sneer on the corner of my mouth.
A new ghost story, huh, huh, just take you as the protagonist.
I took out a tissue from my arms, and the tissue was neatly folded, as if it hadn't been used at all.
However, in the middle of the paper towel, there was a drop of blood, which was exactly the drop of blood that Ding Xiaojie left on the bronze mirror.
I am very fortunate that what I have learned is very complicated. Whether it is Huang Xiaolong, Goddess Yan, or even the girls in the ghost building, they have taught me a lot of tracking methods, not to mention that Ding Xiaojie's blood is still in my hands.
I went to the living room, swept the things on the table to the ground, and took out a bowl of water and a bowl of rice.
Now, the method I'm going to use was given to me by Goddess Yan, asking for the technique of tracing.
Although there is no incense ash that has been cast, but with a drop of blood, it is enough for me to find the approximate location of Ding Xiaojie.
She tore off a small piece of bloody tissue and threw it into clean water.
The paper towel was slowly wetted and sank, and traces of blood spread around.
I grabbed a handful of rice and threw it into the clear water, and the clear water quickly became cloudy and turned into a piece of milky white.
I stretched out a finger, and gently circled in the clear water, and the milky white water followed my finger, slowly turning into a whirlpool.
The vortex slowly accelerated, and the water in the uppermost layer gradually lost its milky white color and turned back to clear water.
My fingers kept spinning, more and more clear water, more and more, gradually, the whole bowl of water became clear.
The rice at the bottom of the bowl is no longer white, but is covered with thin red lines, which looks very strange.
I stopped and waited until the clear water in the bowl calmed down. Now the rice in the bowl had been stained with Ding Xiaojie's blood. Next, I just need to determine the direction.
I threw the remaining rice into the clear water bowl bit by bit, the same rice did not make the clear water cloudy.
The fluttering and falling rice, as if being pulled by something, did not land in one place, but formed a rectangle.
As the rice fell, the pattern formed by the rice in the bowl gradually became clear.
I also began to mutter in my mouth, and after a long time, I stopped my movements and said two things to Editor Li who was staring dumbfounded.
"You know that there is a rectangular building, not high, and there is a large square outside, or an open space."
Editor Li and Editor Zhou looked at each other and shook their heads.
I glanced at the rice in the bowl, and continued to ask: "There is a cylindrical building next to it, narrow at the bottom and wide at the top. It is not high, just a little taller than that building."
Editor Li seemed to have thought of something, his eyes lit up, and he said uncertainly, "I know a place that looks quite similar."
As soon as Editor Li finished speaking, Editor Zhou suddenly realized: "Could it be a long-distance bus station with a cylindrical building with a narrow bottom and a wide top?"
Editor Li nodded, indicating that he was thinking about that too.
Instead of clearing the things on the table, I waved my hand and said, "Let's go quickly."
We set off again, but this time I was a little anxious. If Ding Xiaojie left Shangjing first, it would be difficult for me to keep track of his whereabouts in time.
Editor Li saw my anxiety, and when I was in the car, he couldn't help comforting me a few words, making me feel a little relieved.
It is early in the morning, and although there will be cars starting to leave soon, at least in a short period of time, there will be none.
Because the earliest bus was at five o'clock in the morning, but now, it is four o'clock in the morning, and there is still a full hour.
What's more, Ding Xiaojie doesn't necessarily take the earliest bus, the reason is very simple, Ding Xiaojie doesn't know that I can locate him, so he will take the bus where he is going.
Half an hour later, we arrived at Shangjing Coach Station.
When I got to the place, I was more than half relieved, but I also encountered a problem that we hadn't thought of.
That is, the long-distance bus station is too big. With just a few of us, there is no way to search for Ding Xiaojie.
And here, I have no way to release the mummy. Shangjing is a big city. Although the time is still there, there are still many people waiting here.
What's more, there are many monitors here, so I don't dare to be careless.
I frowned tightly, and said a little depressed: "Now we can only find Ding Xiaojie separately."
Editors Li and Zhou didn't object. Without the mirror, Ding Xiaojie was nothing but an otaku who was worse than ordinary people.
To be on the safe side, I asked Editor Li to stay at the place where the first bus departed, and then we split up with Editor Zhou to start looking.
Except for the women's bathroom, which I can't enter, all the places are within the scope of my search, even some corners that are inaccessible.
However, after searching for half an hour, Ding Xiaojie's whereabouts were not found. Just as I was considering whether to search again, my phone rang.
It was Editor Zhou who called, but I yelled hello a few times, but Editor Zhou didn't speak.
On the other end of the phone, there was a scuffling sound that was deliberately suppressed.
Ding Xiaojie, I finally found you. I hurried to the direction that Editor Zhou was looking for.