"Dad." Xiao Fan spoke. She bent down stiffly, then bent her legs, hunched her body, and squatted in front of Father Lin who was in so much pain that he couldn't stand up straight.
She raised her head, a trace of pain bloomed on her gray face, and the vague memory became clear because of her father's tears.
She wiped her bloody hands on her nightgown over and over again. There was too much blood on the nightgown and she couldn't wipe it clean. She simply gave up and touched her father's hands that were supporting his knees with her dirty hands.
"Dad," she said, "don't be sad for me, I will come back, I just want you to be my mom and dad."
Father Lin raised his head and hugged his daughter in his arms. The strong smell of blood was no longer pungent, it was the proof of his daughter's existence.
He didn't feel disgusted at all. After loosening his arms, he put his forehead against his daughter's.
"Dad will wait for you to come back."
Xiao Fan's time was up. There was another set of footprints on the lime powder outside the door, accompanied by the sound of an iron chain scraping across the ground.
Before the footprints stepped into the Lin family's security door, Chen Ling stood out and said to the outside: "Brother Yincha, can you wait for a moment?"
A shadow of a human figure appeared and nodded silently.
Chen Ling looked at the father and daughter hugging each other and said to Xiao Fan, "Do you really not remember anything?"
"I don't remember." After regaining consciousness, Xiao Fan's expression was no longer dull. She said softly, "But I remember that someone kept urging me to put on my wedding dress in my ear."
Chen Ling's heart skipped a beat. Wasn't this urging them to have a ghost marriage
He clenched his fist unconsciously and continued to ask: "Do you remember what happened after you died? For example, you felt something was calling you."
Xiao Fan shook his head and said no, "I only saw one road, and there is light at the end of the road."
The end of the light is the underworld, where the dead souls return.
Chen Ling had a new idea about the Paper Rose case in his mind. He stepped aside to allow the Yincha who was blocked outside to enter.
The Yin energy is heaviest from midnight to two in the morning, and becomes thinner as time goes on, until the first cockcrows, when Yin and Yang completely change.
It's already three o'clock in the morning, and in some places the roosters will crow at four o'clock.
The sound of clanking chains gradually faded away, but Father Lin was still standing at the door in a daze, staring blankly at the corridor where the lights were turned off.
Chen Ling looked at Li Hongyu. "The evil magic on the paper rose should have the effect of creating hallucinations and auditory hallucinations, affecting people's minds. After the person commits suicide, the person controlling the evil magic will perform a ritual to summon the soul. He dare not touch the soul that automatically returns to the underworld, so he can only look for the next victim. That's why the paper rose disappears again and again."
Li Hongyu stepped forward and said, "I've already seen Li Fang's suicide scene. Just like Xiaofan, he had no grudges and died cleanly."
"Before leaving, you will be immersed in beautiful illusions, so you will naturally have no resentment when you leave. If you can't keep the soul, you can't have a ghost marriage." Chen Ling supported the elbow of one hand with the other hand, and tapped his chin with his fingertips, "The other party may change their strategy and find a way to keep the soul."
The souls lingering in the world of the living are either worried or filled with hatred and unwillingness.
The manipulator of evil magic will continue to stimulate the next victim, making him feel the deepest pain, fear, and hatred when he dies.
Once these emotions are transferred to the soul, the soul cannot go to the underworld, and the manipulator will naturally seize the opportunity to lure the soul away.
Chen Ling looked up and saw similar intentions in Li Hongyu's eyes. After nodding to each other, he turned around and looked at Father Lin: "Uncle Lin, we have something else to do, so we'll leave first."
Father Lin was a little dazed, and only came to his senses when he saw the three people walking out together, and hurriedly shouted: "Wait!"
He hurried back to the room and took out two red envelopes he had prepared in the afternoon from the cabinet. One was for Chen Ling and the other was for Wu Weiwei. Li Hongyu was not included in the plan and he had not prepared any.
Usually, families keep some cash for emergencies.
He took some out of the closet and put another red envelope in it, but when he went out again with the three red envelopes, the room was empty.
As soon as Chen Ling and his group left, Agui, who had been hiding in the dark, came out.
Before Mr. Lin closed the door, he took down the camera hidden near the security door. His fingers were shaking so badly that he almost dropped the thing.
He went downstairs in a daze and returned to the van.
It was such a hot day, but he was so scared that his whole body was cold. The people in the van who were far away from the scene were not much better. They were pale. One of the young girls hugged herself tightly and huddled in a corner. Her eyes were red, and she was obviously scared and crying.
Ah Gui swallowed his saliva and asked the person in charge: "Boss, are we still going to do this column?"
"Do it, why not!" The person in charge took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, his face shaking with excitement.
"Why do we do this show? For the money. If what we filmed today is released, it will definitely get a lot of hits."
Agui felt something was wrong.
It would have been fine if he didn't know that gods and ghosts really existed before, but today he saw it with his own eyes. If he offended the ghosts because of this, it would be a waste of time.
Seeing him hesitate, the person in charge felt annoyed and turned to look at the others: "Tomorrow is the weekend, and there will be many people online. When we get back, we will edit the film overnight and not wait for the regular update on Friday. We will release it tomorrow morning and tell everyone it's a weekend treat."
The subordinates nodded reluctantly.
Nowadays, the more mysterious something is, the more it can attract people's attention, especially supernatural programs.
The person in charge took a puff of his cigarette and looked out the window with his eyes slightly squinted.
He doesn't want to transform himself through this, but just wants to attract more traffic so as to increase advertising fees.
The people below obeyed verbally, but they were a little nervous in their hearts. As long as they thought of the foot that appeared out of thin air in the camera, the blood dripping from above, and the words and pleas uttered by Lin's father... they got goose bumps and their backs and necks felt cold, as if a hand was caressing them.
Seeing that everyone looked unhappy, the person in charge could hardly hold back his smile.
Isn’t he afraid? He is afraid too!
But is this the time to be afraid? He has done nothing wrong, and even a ghost can't find him even if it knocks on the door. Instead of worrying about these vain things, it is better to seize the opportunity to make money.
He sneered and pretended not to care, "Why do you look so ugly? Are you scared?"
"Boss, we won't get into trouble if we take these photos, right?" Agui said tremblingly.
"What bad luck!" The person in charge knocked Agui on the head with his backhand. "I'm really scared. I'll take you to the temple to burn incense tomorrow. That's it."
Agui pursed his lips and said nothing. He glanced at his colleague opposite him. That person hadn't spoken a word. At this moment, he was clutching his pants tightly at his knees with both hands, and his shoulders were shaking.
"You'll be unlucky..." The man suddenly spoke, his voice trembling and unstable as if it was hanging on a tightrope. "I, I've heard people say before, don't take pictures of graves with your phone. If you take pictures of something unclean, they'll follow you..."
What I thought was fabricated before has now become the most real fear.
"Impossible!" Agui almost stood up.
He swallowed, closed his eyes, took a breath, and said, "I heard them saying that the time has come. The girl must have gone to reincarnate."
When he said the word "reincarnation", his tongue was tied and the pronunciation was not clear.
My colleague shook his head and told me a superstition he had heard from the older generation. "So what if you are reincarnated? I heard that if your children are filial, the dead lying in the ground will blame you, which can bring bad luck to you!"
"Shut up!" The person in charge warned with his eyes wide open, "What nonsense are you talking about! Have you all forgotten the purpose of the program team? It's science! What we filmed today is not a ghost, but a scientific phenomenon that cannot be explained by existing theories, but will be solved sooner or later! We must also put a clip like this in tomorrow's video, understand!"
No one spoke and the van was silent.
The person in charge couldn't hold back his expression, so he put out his cigarette butt and threw it at his feet angrily, "What, you don't want to do this anymore?"
No one can resist money.
But there are always people willing to take risks.
The silent people began to respond, except for Agui, who frowned silently and was unwilling to express his opinion.
The person in charge laughed angrily, "What the hell do you mean?"
"I'm afraid of bad luck." Agui said, "Boss, you don't know if you weren't there. It's really scary. We can't take this risk!"
The person in charge was completely furious and pushed him hard: "It's up to you to do it or not. If you don't want to do it, get out."
This job pays a lot of money and is not tiring, so Agui is reluctant to give it up.
The person in charge looked down on him and mocked him, "Why, you can't bear to part with the money? If you can't bear to part with it, then don't act like a show-off in front of me. Just listen to me and do whatever I tell you to do."
Ah Gui pursed his lips, clenched his fingers into fists, puffed up his cheeks, and finally uttered, "If you don't want to do it, then don't do it."
Don't be afraid of ten thousand things, just be prepared for the worst.
What if it's true as the rumors say, and I get blamed by the dead
He cherishes his life and wants to live well.
The person in charge did not expect such a result. His face suddenly changed. He opened the car door and kicked Agui out.
He waved his hand and ordered the driver in the driver's seat: "Drive!"
Agui was caught off guard when he was pushed down, and he stumbled and fell directly to the ground. He stood up, rubbing his scraped elbow, and unexpectedly found that the button camera was still in his hand. He was so scared that he threw it directly into the trash can.
It was late at night and there were few taxis in the old town.
He took a taxi. The driver in front of him wore a peaked cap and lowered his head. He said in a suppressed voice, "Where are you going?"
Agui shuddered and looked carefully at the back of the head in front of him. He vaguely discovered that there was something sticky on the driver's hair, which was mostly covered by the hat.
He swallowed nervously, and before he could say anything, the car drove out.
"I haven't told you where we're going yet! Stop the car!"
The driver seemed to hear nothing and continued driving forward. When passing a nearby river, the car not only did not slow down, but instead sped up and directly broke through the guardrail.
Agui was so frightened that he forgot to even scream and just held on tightly to the seat under him.
There was a violent shock, and the car crashed into the river. The glass was all wet, and it was seeping in through the insufficiently sealed window.
Agui turned his head and looked forward. The driver's head was tilted against the glass. He was probably hit, and his hair was covered in blood.
"Master, wake up, hold your breath, and let's swim out!" Agui shouted loudly.
The people in front responded.
More and more blood flowed from his head, dripping onto the leather chair, which reminded Agui of the scene he took at Lin's house.
The uneasiness and weirdness that had been hidden in my heart since I got on the bus was magnified to the extreme.
Ah Gui was horrified to find that the driver had turned around from the front at some point, opened his eyes with only black pupils and said: "I can't get out..."
The driver stretched out a hand from the front, with pale complexion and wrinkled skin soaked in water.
Agui's heart was pounding, but he reacted quickly and leaned over to open the car door.
When he couldn't open it, he quickly bent his elbow and banged it against the car window. After continuous banging, the glass finally cracked.
At this time, the driver in front had already stuffed most of his body into the back seat, and his fingertips scratched Agui's calf, trying to catch him as a scapegoat.
Agui yelled and kicked the car window hard.
The glass cracked completely, and under the desperate squeezing of the river water, the cracks became larger and larger, and finally broke through with a loud bang, and cold liquid rushed in.
Agui seized the opportunity and swam out like a nimble fish, wiping away the remaining glass on the car window.
The river was not very fast and he soon reached the shore.
All the strength in his body had been drained, and he collapsed on the stone steps on the shore, gasping for breath as he stared at the dark sky.
The taxi driver did not follow, but Agui's heart was still unsettled.
He didn't expect that bad luck would come so quickly!
I'm afraid only God knows whether he will encounter the same thing next time.
Agui turned over and sat up, stroking his wet hair, thinking that he had to find someone to help him get rid of the bad luck, but there were too many deceivers in this world and he didn't know who to find.
Somehow, he remembered the young man who spoke to Lin's father in the living room of the Lin family.
Chen Ling didn't know that someone was targeting him. He sneezed three times in a row and rubbed his sore nose.
Wu Weiwei asked with concern: "Do you have a cold?"
"No." Chen Ling was fine after he sneezed, and the car stopped just in time.
He opened the car door and jumped out, looking at Li Hongyu and his two brothers, "Wait a minute, I'll go get the bone jar out."
Li Hongyu nodded: "Okay."
Wu Weiwei did not follow in immediately, but said to Li Hongyu: "If a third person has clues, will you tell us?"
"Aren't you afraid of encountering danger?" Li Hongyu asked instead of answering.
Wu Weiwei curled his lips: "Danger is a good thing, it's a good time to gain some experience."
Li Hongyu said: "Since you have been involved, I will share all the subsequent clues with you. But I have a premise, I don't want you to act alone."
"I know." Wu Weiwei waved at him, "Go in."
As soon as the person left, the fat senior brother poked his head out of the driver's seat and said, "Junior brother, this is against the rules."
"There's nothing against the rules." Li Hongyu said, "Even if they give up now and don't want to care anymore, it's useless. The people behind it must be alert and may have already targeted them."
After a few seconds of pausing, he continued, "We can act together. It would be good to have someone to look after us."
The fat senior brother just said it casually. They will just obey the decision made by the junior brother, but the case report is a bit troublesome.
"Junior brother, the case report is not easy to write. It's fine for me to write it for you, but you have to give me some benefits." After saying that, he remembered something and slapped his forehead hard. "I forgot to tell you before. Two or three minutes after you got off the bus, someone got off the van of Unit 018. Probably because he was afraid that someone in our car would find them, he sneaked through the bushes and entered the corridor along the wall."
Li Hongyu: "I don't know whether to live or die."
Fat Senior Brother: "That's right. This program crew is really annoying. Last time they disrupted our Dharma Assembly, and this time they are talking about a suicide case. They disturbed the peace of the dead, and they don't even know how they died."
"Don't bother with people who don't have reverence in their hearts." Li Hongyu said coldly, then leaned against the business car with his arms folded.
Not long after, Chen Ling came out holding the bone jar.
He handed the jar to Li Hongyu with both hands, and then talked about the Ta Ling matter: "I haven't found the right person to do the Ta Ling yet, so I may have to wait a little longer."
"It's okay, we can wait." After the bones that were dug out were cremated, they were neatly stacked in jars in the storage room of the department. No one would touch them on weekdays.
Chen Ling was relieved. "Then be careful on the road and let me know if you have any news."
"Yeah." Li Hongyu turned around and got into the car holding the jar.
It was rare for the fat senior brother to take the initiative to greet Chen Ling and say, "Let's go." He then started the car and disappeared on the path at the foot of the mountain.
Chen Ling returned to the courtyard and sat at the stone table thinking about what happened tonight. He wondered how to manipulate the soul master to stimulate his emotions and arouse hatred, so that he would be unwilling and resentful from birth to death.
First of all, you need to know the target’s life, his weaknesses and unwillingness, his cowardice and shortcomings, and use this as a breakthrough point.
Nowadays, people attach great importance to personal information. It is too difficult to know these contents without alerting the other party. If we investigate them one by one, it will be a waste of time and money and unrealistic.
But for those who delve into the art, there is a simplest shortcut.
character.
As long as you know a person's horoscope, you can know his or her past life.
Chen Ling supported one cheek with his hand and tapped the stone table with his other hand, wondering how he could obtain a large number of real birth dates at one time.
Before leaving, Wu Weiwei took advantage of the time to have a sweet and sweet sleep, but now he has no desire to sleep at all.
Seeing that his brother Chen didn't seem to have any intention of sleeping, he sat on the stone bench next to him and asked, "Brother Chen, what are you thinking about?"
"Think about what might happen next." Chen Ling said in a worried and bored manner, "Today is the third day since Li Fang's death. According to the time of Xiaofan's death and the time when Li Fang picked up the paper rose, the third victim should have taken the rose home."
Speaking of Xiaofan, Wu Weiwei thought of the blood-stained wedding dress and said angrily: "Too vicious!"
Chen Ling said: "No one with a conscience would use such vicious means. I don't know whether the person behind this is doing it out of selfishness or out of greed to do things for others for money."
"We have so few clues, almost none."
"Let's wait for the surveillance results." Chen Ling yawned, patted Wu Weiwei's arm and stood up, "I'm sleepy, I'm going to sleep first."
"Good night, Brother Chen." Wu Weiwei felt bored staying in the yard alone, so he went to the corner and looked at the little weasel.
The little fellow curled up and lay outside, using his body to cover the exit tightly. Inside the den, a fat mouse hid in a corner, shivering.
This is to stock up on food for myself.
Wu Weiwei found it funny. He touched the little weasel's whiskers with his fingertips, then got up and went into the house.
After Chen Ling returned to the room, he first took the ball of red thread away from his bedside, then put his shoes back one by one, and then looked around for the clothes that he had pulled out of the closet and stuffed into the old ancestor's mouth to "satisfy his craving".
Gone.
It's really gone.
Chen Ling was dumbfounded. Is the ancestor serious
After carefully recalling the appearance of the clothes, Chen Ling fell silent. The clothes should be the school uniform from high school. They were made of pure cotton, were relatively loose and comfortable to wear.
When the weather is neither too hot nor too cold, I wear it as pajamas.