There are some things that you can't think about too much. Thinking too much will only add to your troubles. I simply hid the fate-tampering notebook and began to concentrate on studying the secret technique of the ghost eye that my grandfather taught me.
To cultivate the ghost eye, one must first cultivate the ghost eye. The ghost eye is a kind of Dharma eye. Although it cannot suppress ghosts with the eyes, it will not be easily confused by ghosts. At least, if I meet a confusing ghost again, I will not be as indecisive as last time.
After I had been at home for three days, I was thinking about how to bring the Rakshasa with me so that I could go out to take on business, when suddenly there was a hurried knock on the door. I subconsciously shouted, "Who is it?"
"Xiao Wu! It's me, Lao Du. Open the door quickly!" Lao Du's voice sounded a little hoarse, but I could still recognize his movements.
I opened the door and was shocked. Old Du, with his unshaven beard and red eyes, had no color on his face. He looked like he hadn't slept for days and nights. He was swaying as he stood there. "What's wrong with you?"
Lao Du walked in, grabbed the water cup on the table and drank it. After he finished the water, he breathed a sigh of relief: "Something happened, Wanhua and I are haunted by ghosts!"
I couldn't help but ask, "What's going on? Explain it to me. Doesn't your sister-in-law know some magic?"
Lao Du pulled me out and ran away. He didn't say until he dragged me into the car, "After you left, I kept blaming Xiao Hua. We... After we quarreled a few times, Xiao Hua finally agreed to return the diary to me, but she also put forward a condition, that is, I must listen to her..."
I interrupted Lao Du when I heard this: "What does it mean that we must listen to her?"
Lao Du said: "Xiaohua is not indifferent to her sister's death... In fact, she is also looking for the real cause of Wanqiao's death, using your magic method."
I couldn't help but frown after hearing this: "Go on."
Lao Du continued, "Xiaohua took out the diary, and we searched through it bit by bit. There were indeed important clues in it. But since then, we have always felt like we were being watched by ghosts."
I interrupted Lao Du again: "You mean you didn't encounter the ghost head-on, but just had a feeling?"
Lao Du nodded and said, "It's just a feeling. It feels like someone is pointing a gun at you from a distance. You can feel the muzzle of the gun pointing at your head, but you can't see anyone. I can't describe the feeling, but it makes me unable to sleep or eat. I haven't slept for several days."
I said in a deep voice: "That's all? What did you see in the diary?"
"Yes, that's all." Lao Du said in a trembling voice, "I can't remember what I saw. It's still the same as before, I forget everything after seeing it."
I nodded and said, "Open it quickly and go to the clinic."
Old Du stepped on the gas and rushed to Xie Wanhua's clinic. When I saw Xie Wanhua again, she had become haggard and no longer had the spirit of the past. When Xie Wanhua saw me, she was even a little embarrassed: "Wu... Mr. Wu... I'm sorry..."
I took out the incense to cover the gods and lit it, and hung money to beat ghosts on the doors and windows before I said in a deep voice, "Don't talk for now. You and Lao Du should take a rest first."
After the smoke of the incense filled the room, Lao Du and Xie Wanhua breathed a sigh of relief and soon fell asleep. I stayed in the room until the evening, and the two woke up one after another. Although Lao Du still looked tired, he was much more energetic.
I looked at Xie Wanhua and said, "Dr. Xie, I want to ask you a question. Why do you insist on taking over Lao Du's business yourself?"
Xie Wanhua hesitated for a while before saying, "I have always suspected that my sister died of a psychological murder. In other words, the person who killed my sister was a master of psychology and was extremely good at using hypnosis."
I looked at Xie Wanhua: "Go on."
Xie Wanhua continued, "I have a basis for this judgment. I have read my sister's diary before, but after reading it, I completely forgot what was inside. I even... I even had a severe headache when I tried to force myself to recall what was inside the diary."
"I had a strong intuition that someone was using the contents of the diary to give me psychological hints. However, I couldn't remember where the hints came from, so I could only send the diary to my teacher abroad."
Xie Wanhua paused and said, "My teacher wrote back to me not long after that, saying that the diary did use a very advanced psychological intervention technique that could make people forget what they had just seen, but he couldn't crack it either, so he needed to stay and study it."
I looked at Xie Wanhua: "You let a foreigner crack the Chinese secret technique?"
Xie Wanhua bit her lip and said, "I think that psychological intervention methods are similar, just like the art of incantation..."
"Nonsense!" I said in a deep voice, "Do you think that you can become a sorcerer just because you have learned a little bit of Zhuyoushu? I tell you, your ability is far from enough. Things in the way of magic are not as simple as you think. If you are not careful, you will die without a burial place. Where is the diary?"
Xie Wanhua said: "Most of it is still in my teacher's hands. I only have a few pages."
"What did you say?" I was so angry at Xie Wanhua at the time, "You don't want to come back with such an important thing?"
Xie Wanhua said aggrievedly: "I didn't expect the teacher would want to keep the diary for himself. I asked him for it several times and even went to England to sue him. But the judicial system there..."
I said coldly, "I don't want to hear this. I just want to ask you, can you get the diary back?"
Xie Wanhua said: "I can only get back part of it. I only have a few pages in my hand now."
"Xiaohua, you are really..." Lao Du was also furious, "It's been eight years since the case, and the diary is the only clue. How could you..."
"I just want to seek justice for my sister!" Xie Wanhua felt more and more wronged the more she thought about it. She even covered her face and started crying. "I have also consulted domestic psychology experts several times, but they can't crack the secret of the diary. What can I do?"
I took a deep breath and said, "Forget it, let's not talk about this for now. Give me the few pages of the diary you have and I'll take a look."
Xie Wanhua took out a plastic bag from the safe: "All the diaries I have are here."
When I took the diary, the first thing I saw was the beautiful handwriting on the paper. It seemed that Xie Wanqiao was well educated, her daily life was orderly, and her personality was even a bit rigid - because her handwriting was extremely neat, and even the spacing between each word was roughly the same.
I flipped through the diary twice, but didn't see anything unusual, so I read two lines. When I put the diary away, I couldn't remember what I had written in it.
When I was trying hard to recall the contents of the diary, my head suddenly made a buzzing sound, and my vision went blank. A moment later, I felt a sharp pain in my head as if it had exploded.
I pressed my hands hard on the temples on both sides of my head. After a long while, the severe pain was slightly relieved.
Xie Wanhua said softly: "Do you believe me now? I think there is a psychological suggestion method on that piece of paper, but I can't crack it."
I took a deep breath, picked up the diary again, stared at the paper, and whispered, "Ghost Eye, break the miasma, open—"
A flash of blood suddenly flashed from my eyes, and everything in front of me was covered with a blood-red color. At this moment, a human face-shaped mark suddenly appeared on the diary in my hand.
At first, there was only an oval outline on the paper. Soon, the person's facial features slowly emerged from the paper. Just a moment later, a complete human face appeared in front of me.
I could clearly see that it was a woman, but her facial features were twisted and ferocious, as if she wanted to break free from the paper and pounce at me. I subconsciously stretched out my hand and pulled the diary away from me for a distance, but the ghost face on the diary suddenly grew half a foot taller, and two dry hands like chicken claws stretched out from under her body and grabbed my eyes.
The distance between me and the diary was at most an arm's length. If I wanted to avoid the sudden attack of the ghost, there was no other way except to let go. But I had a feeling that once I let go, it might be difficult to find the secrets in the diary.
At the critical moment, I raised my left hand to block the view in front of my eyes. Just when my palm was about to cover my entire vision, I suddenly saw that the ghost in the diary seemed to be forcibly grabbed by the hair and pulled back fiercely...
When I tried to put my hand down again, I couldn't stop the previous movement. In a short moment, my hand passed in front of my eyes and then withdrew in the opposite direction, but the diary in my hand also returned to its original shape.
I thought for a moment, put the diary on the table, held it tightly with my left hand, and pulled out the dagger on my leg with my right hand, and pointed the tip of the knife downward at the diary. Before the tip of my knife touched the edge of the diary, I heard Xie Wanhua shouting, "What are you doing? Stop it quickly..."
Xie Wanhua was not far from me, and she was just a mortal, so it was impossible for her to see my fight with the ghost. She just intuitively thought that I was going to destroy the diary, so she reached out to block my knife.
"Get out of the way!" I held the knife in my hand, not daring to stop Xie Wanhua, but she grabbed my wrist and said, "What do you want to do? This is my sister's relic..."
"If I don't cut, there's no way to crack the secret in the diary. Let go of my hand!" As I shouted angrily, the diary under my palm suddenly jumped.
not good!
I am sure that there is no so-called psychological suggestion in the diary. It is just a secret method in the art of Taoism. If the other party can prohibit others from reading it, he can also destroy the diary at a critical moment. (To be continued)