"Hey, don't tell me..."
Jiang Nan'an approached Beiquan and asked in a low voice:
"The ghost is possessed by Luo Yanyan?"
Beiquan picked up Suying and exchanged information with it again.
"Um… "
Beiquan frowned, showing a rare troubled expression.
Jiang Nan'an: "What's wrong?"
"Su Ying said that the ghost's breath is quite weak."
Beiquan repeated this sentence again, and then asked:
"If it is said that the ghost is possessed by Luo Yanyan, when do you think it is possessed?"
Jiang Nan'an was taken aback.
"This… "
He thought about it seriously, and gave a consciously more reliable reasoning:
"According to the sequence of events, I guess the ghost was attached to Miuya, which is Wang Jialin, at the beginning."
Jiang Nan'an said:
"Besides, isn't it impossible for the ghost to leave the host for a long time? Whether it is a living person or an undead, there must be someone to rely on."
He broke his fingers and counted:
"After Wang Jialin died, did the ghost spread to the man named Mo Fan? Then there was another male anchor and his girlfriend, and now it's Luo Yanyan..."
He opened his eyes wide and his eyes were bright:
"So, now the ghost is either still attached to Luo Yanyan's soul, or has been transferred to someone else nearby?"
Beiquan did not nod or shake his head, but pointed to the building beside him and continued to ask:
"So, when did Luo Yanyan come back here?"
Jiang Nan'an, who is not very sensitive to numbers, answered uncertainly:
"Should...a week or so?"
Beiquan gave the exact date.
"Luo Yanyan made the last live broadcast on the 24th, and then without notifying her family in advance, she returned to her stepfather and mother's house alone late at night on the 25th. From that day, to her suicide by jumping into the lake yesterday, she lived at home for five years. sky."
He looked at Jiang Nan'an and expressed his doubts:
"If the ghost has always been attached to Luo Yanyan, isn't the breath left in the room a little too light?"
Jiang Nan'an said "Ah".
This is the first time he has really come into contact with an incident related to ghosts, and he is also a practitioner of foreign martial arts. Apart from opening the eyes of yin and yang, he knows nothing about magic techniques, and naturally he is also aware of the severity of the breath left by ghosts. The details of the class have no idea.
But after hearing what Beiquan said, Jiang Nanan also understood the problem:
"But... if the ghost is not on Luo Yanyan, it doesn't make sense!"
He glanced in the direction of the mourning hall, bowed with one hand, and then continued:
"It's impossible for a little girl to be so unlucky. Friends around her commit suicide one after another, and she just met a ghost on the side of the road, right?"
It's really not possible.
Beiquan smiled, "Anyway, we'll find out by asking Luo Yanyan."
Jiang Nan'an: "Are you going to conjure Luo Yanyan's soul?"
"That's right."
Beiquan pointed to the big sun in the sky:
"Not now, though, until after dark."
He said:
"Tonight, let's go to the reservoir where Luo Yanyan committed suicide and bring back the girl's soul."
Jiang Nan'an nodded vigorously, naturally having no objection to this plan.
In order to summon the soul smoothly, Beiquan needs a personal item for Luo Yanyan.
But the relics of the dead, especially young girls, are not so easy to get.
So the two planned to stay at Luo's house for a while longer, so that they could take the opportunity to come out with one thing.
Anyway, Beiquan and Jiang Nan'an were not in a hurry until it was dark. They folded paper ingots quietly, while waiting for the opportunity to get off the phone, and by the way, gathered as much information as possible from other people's conversations.
Soon after, the "intelligence" came to the door of its own.
"Brother, please have some tea."
A little girl of elementary school age brought two paper cups on a plastic tray.
Beiquan and Jiang Nan'an thanked the girl, took the cup, and put it to their mouths to taste.
The cups are filled with oolong tea, and both the tea leaves and the brewing skills are quite ordinary.
After the tea was delivered, the little girl did not leave, but squatted next to her holding the tray, looking at Beiquan and Jiang Nan'an curiously.
"Mom said you are my sister's friends."
The girl suddenly blinked her big eyes and asked softly:
"So you are here to see your sister, right?"
In two sentences, the girl is equivalent to self-reported identity.
She is Luo Yanyan's half-sister.
The age difference between the two is nearly ten years, and they rarely have the opportunity to meet each other. The relationship is not deep, and children of this age can't understand the meaning of "death" very well, so there is not much sadness on the little girl's face. The look is more excited and curious.
"Um."
Beiquan smiled and nodded.
"We are friends of your sister, and this time we came here to express our condolences."
"Oh!"
A 10-year-old girl already has basic aesthetics, can distinguish between tall and short, beautiful and ugly, and will also have a vague curiosity and longing for a good-looking opposite sex.
Sister Luo's eyes flickered at Beiquan's smile, and her face flushed involuntarily.
She held the tray tighter in her hand, blushed and tilted her head, "How did you and sister meet?"
Beiquan smiled and made up a story casually, which fully satisfied the little girl's curiosity.
After finishing speaking, Beiquan turned the conversation around again, "Speaking of which, has Yanyan ever mentioned it to you, why did she suddenly come home?"
The little girl recalled carefully for a while and nodded.
"Um."
She said:
"I remember, my sister said she missed us, so I came back to see."
"Oh?"
Beiquan's eyes flashed.
The phrase "come back and see" is very subtle in itself.
There is often only one possibility when you suddenly return home on an inappropriate or inappropriate day, that is, there is a tangle in your heart that cannot be told by outsiders, and you want to hide in a place that can make you feel most at ease.
These people usually suffer from great grievances, or are seriously ill with limited time, or even want to die, wanting to spend the last time with their relatives before they die.
"Then, has your sister encountered anything unhappy recently?"
Beiquan continued to ask.
"Ah, my parents have asked my sister this question before, several times!"
As soon as the girl patted her knee, she answered without thinking:
"But my sister only said that she is fine, so parents don't have to worry!"
Her fingers gestured in the air, "However, my sister said something very strange later."
Beiquan asked, "What did she say?"
"Sister said..."
The little girl frowned, as if trying her best to remember:
"She said, 'I'm leaving in a few days, and until then, let me stay at home'."
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On August 1, Sunday, at three o'clock in the afternoon, Wei Fuyuan walked into a cafe.
The straight-line distance between this cafe and the west gate of Fengxing University is only about 400 meters, and the students on campus are very familiar with it.
It was summer vacation time, and there were not many people in the cafe. Soon, Wei Fuyuan saw the person he was looking for at table 13.
It was a young girl, wearing a pale yellow dress with a pear flower head with slightly curled ends, sitting sideways with her back to the entrance, brushing her phone with her head down.
In order to confirm that he did not admit his mistake, Wei Fuyuan sent a new message on WeChat, "I'm here.]
Sure enough, the pear head girl immediately straightened up and looked around.
Wei Fuyuan walked over to the girl, pulled out the chair and sat down, "Hello, I'm Wei Fuyuan."
The pear head girl didn't seem to expect that the senior who "Mianji" with her would be such a handsome guy with long legs and handsome features. Her expression froze for two seconds, and then she began to introduce herself in a panic:
"Hello, senior, I, I am the 'Cut Lamp' in the forum. My name is Xu Lei."
Wei Fuyuan sat opposite Xu Lei and carefully looked at the girl's appearance.
Although the two studied at the same university, Wei Fuyuan was sure that he had no impression of each other.
Xu Lei is a year lower than Wei Fuyuan and is a student of the Department of Bioengineering.
The girl can't be regarded as a big beauty, but her facial features are neat and delicate, and she belongs to the kind of non-aggressive appearance that, although ordinary, makes people feel very comfortable at first glance.
Yesterday, Wei Fuyuan registered the "Superpower Forum" that Dai Boqian gave him, searched according to the keywords, and quickly found several posts claiming to "can predict the death of others".
Except for a few posts, it was just to join in the fun. Wei Fuyuan noticed that an ID named "Cut Deng" posted a total of three posts with the same keywords.
The first post of "Cut the Lamp" was published in December last year. Wei Fuyuan clicked it and took a closer look, and immediately got goosebumps.
In the post, "Cut Deng" said that he seems to have the ability to predict, and can dream about the death of someone in a dream, and soon, his dream will come true. Last night, she had a similar dream again, and now she is very frightened and doesn't know what to do.
Below is a reply to ask the landlord: Who have you dreamed of before? Is it really fulfilled
"Cut the Deng" replied that the last time he dreamed that his best friend jumped from a height and fell to her death, but not long after that, her best friend actually committed suicide.
Seeing this, Wei Fuyuan's guess has been confirmed by seven or eight points: he remembers very clearly that in the call of "Thriller Night Talk", the female anchor named Miuya jumped off the Ferris wheel and fell. dead.
Wei Fuyuan turned down again.
Almost all the replies were booing, asking the landlord to tell the client about the precognition dream, to see how the other party would react, and also told that if it came true, remember to come up to REPO and so on.
Obviously, none of these young people who call themselves "superpowers" take the posting of "cutting lights" seriously. Everyone thinks that this is just one of the countless lake green posts on the forum.
Later, Wei Fuyuan found the reply of "Cut the Lamp" in the penultimate post.
It has been four days since this reply was posted.
"Cut the lamp" said that the acquaintance he dreamed of had committed suicide, and died by cutting his wrists.