His voice was not concealed, and the quiet pen immortal Quan Jinghao finally floated out and asked in a trembling voice: "So... we died because of Kim Taemin... No, because of Ms. Park? The supreme ruler at that time? "
"She is the culprit behind the scenes?"
Without waiting for an answer, he smiled miserably: "Yeah... I should have thought, who can suppress the entire South Korea and not pay attention to this matter for a year? Who can suppress the military and police departments at that time and not rescue? Who can make the Jeon Korea TV network They all say 'rescue'? Hehe... I was born in Korea, but I didn't expect to be sacrificed by the rulers!!!"
The last two words, he almost roared out mournfully. Suddenly, in all directions, the sound of bubbling bubbling resounded again, and a feeling of endless suffocation emerged spontaneously.
Li Zhenshu sighed: "You've been with me for so many years, don't say anything else, you saved me just on the Mid-Autumn Festival. If you could avenge you, I would have done it already."
Quan Jinghao didn't speak, and after a long time he said hoarsely, "Thank you..."
"However, this revenge... I will definitely avenge it!"
"No hurry." Qin Ye suddenly said, "It doesn't have to be Ms. Park. The cronies around her can also do the same. If I do it and find out that Jin Taimin has contacted the Park family, I will definitely arrange a more update. A lot of people came to him. For example... secretaries, assistants, spokespersons... They also have the strength to launch the Shiyue incident. And Ms. Park... just nod."
Quan Jinghao smiled and licked his lips hideously: "It's okay... I can wait... "
"I only want the life of the real initiator of the Shiyue. I have waited for five years. I don't care to wait another month..."
At least, the scope has now been narrowed down to ten people.
Qin Ye nodded, sat in front of the computer, and flipped through the documents one by one.
Sometimes, it does not require complete evidence to solve the mystery, but only requires a detailed reasoning, bold guess, and then look for evidence in the opposite direction.
This is not unscrupulous, and many cases are solved this way. In the distance, there is the immortal masterpiece of the detective world "The Old Man in a Wheelchair", and in the near... there is the "undocumented crime"...
He looked at it carefully, and Li Zhenshu watched quietly from behind. After a full eight minutes, he said, "Maybe this is what you're looking for, page 21."
Qin Ye immediately turned over.
The files in front of you are photos. And the content of the photo is extremely bizarre.
In the center, there is a coffin, a Western-style coffin. After all, South Korea believes in Catholicism. There are various sculptures all around, but obviously not of any kind in Catholicism. The prayer flags of the deceased hang down from all sides and are pressed against the bottom of the coffin, with strong religious colors and gorgeous colors.
Around the coffin, a circle of incomprehensible spells was drawn with red paint. And beside... Hundreds of ancient oil lamps spread out!
The ancient oil lamps in Europe and the United States are different from those in China. To be precise, they are lanterns. And in those lanterns... it was a green light.
"This is..." Qin Ye took a deep breath and said complicatedly, "The ritual of summoning the soul?"
Li Zhenshu didn't know when she had walked behind him, stretched out her hand and clicked the mouse to enlarge the picture again and again.
In this posture, she was lying on the chair Qin Ye was sitting on with one hand, and one hand passed over him, as if hugging. The blue silk hangs down like feathers falling on the face, and a faint itching comes from the skin, and it itches all the way to the top of the heart. And because of the leaning action, the other party revealed a snow-white neck and two beautiful collarbones. It looks like a beautiful white suet jade.
Qin Ye's gaze couldn't help but glance up. The yellow waste in my mind has produced a ton...
Sin, sin... Take a look, immediately withdraw your gaze, and sit upright. And then... I couldn't help but take a second look...
A beauty with a score of 90 or more, in this unintentional seductive posture, is less than three inches away from herself. She doesn't know what perfume she is wearing. It is light and elegant. He took a bite of the beautifully shaped collarbone and licked it gently.
"This is an ultra-clear picture, magnify it ten times..." At this moment, Li Zhenshu withdrew her hand and straightened up to look at Qin Ye. There was a sudden pause, and the eyes of the two officially exchanged in the air for the first time.
Extremely embarrassing.
Qin Ye coughed lightly, retracted his gaze, and pretended to look at the computer.
Li Zhenshu smiled.
Gently touching Qin Ye's face with his hand, it was completely the scene of a mature female teacher seducing a little fresh meat student... An ambiguous sweet smell wafted in the air. Very gentle, her hands were a little cold, covering the hot skin, but it gave people a feeling of fried chicken skin. Qin Ye couldn't help swallowing his saliva.
Could it be... Could it be... Today is going to be...
The next second, Li Zhenshu's hand suddenly exerted force, pinching Qin Ye's mouth to pout, her smile was extremely cold: "Does it look good?"
The yellow waste sank into the sea instantly, Qin Duzui Ye was so frightened that he shook his head desperately.
It looks good... but now I always feel like it will be life-threatening when I say it...
"Next time see no evil again, I'll gouge your eyes." Li Zhenshu's slender fingers ran across Qin Ye's lips, and she even touched it lightly, sitting on the sofa casually: "I have to say , you look too confusing... Eighteen? Or sixteen? Too old to eat?"
There was some numbness on his lips, and a trace of heat seemed to remain on it. Qin Ye touched it and couldn't help but say, "...cm?"
"..." Li Zhenshu rolled her eyes, she now regrets recognizing the same kind... This kind of person seems to have some defect in the brain structure...
The flustered Qin Ye took a few deep breaths before he stopped the image of the classroom playing in his mind, coughed dryly and looked at the photo again.
Moving inch by inch, the picture has been adjusted to ten times the size. Just as he was crossing the lights, his hand suddenly stopped.
In the lamp... the flames burned into twisted faces!
All of them were teenagers, between the ages of ten and sixteen, who seemed to have experienced endless pain, crying and screaming in the lantern.
He carefully looked at the lanterns all over the floor, then looked at the coffin in the center, and sighed: "So... the souls of all the children of the Shiyue have been gathered here? And what is in this coffin?"
"I can't find out who is in the coffin. The loyalty of the cultists is astounding. However, according to later police investigations, the coffin ... is empty." Li Zhenshu lit a lady's cigarette and crossed her long legs: "You can see that what?"
Qin Ye frowned and shook his head. At this moment, Quan Jinghao suddenly said, "Perhaps... Shouldn't you see with your eyes?"
Without eyes
Qin Ye rubbed his chin, his eyes lit up, a bloody color suddenly flashed across his pupils, and yin qi overflowed.
He understood what he meant.
This photo… has stored too many ghosts, it can already be classified as a supernatural photo, even if the cultists try to hide something, however, hundreds of souls who died tragically will not allow it! Their obsession will radiate in any form!
Tell him... On April 16th, we were wronged by the tragedy at the bottom of the sea.
Pop... Just as he opened his eyes, the lights in the entire room flickered suddenly, and then went out a few seconds later.
Gudu... Gudu... The sound of underwater breathing resounded in the room, Li Zhenshu and Qin Ye looked at Quan Jinghao at the same time, the other side shook his head blankly: "No... not me!"
Qin Ye blinked, then suddenly turned to look at the computer.
There was a power outage in the whole room, however, this computer didn't stop!
The photos in the computer moved their positions automatically, as if an invisible hand was manipulating the mouse, and Kakaka… all the way to the coffin. Then, zoom in quickly!
Originally it could only be magnified ten times, but now it is getting bigger and bigger! Twelve times, fifteen times... twenty times!
The next second... the corner of the coffin... suddenly moved!
"Heh..." Even if Li Zhenshu was not a mortal, the strangeness at the moment made her raise her eyebrows in astonishment.
In the dark room, the computer was unmanned, the photos came to life, click... Like a slide show, a pale, corpse-spotted hand... actually pushed the coffin and put it on the side!
The corpse in the coffin... alive!
Resurrected in photos!
"Impossible, the coffin is empty, my people will not make mistakes." Li Zhenshu said with a frown.
"Yes, you're right..." Qin Ye squinted at the slide-like screen and said hoarsely, "When your people went...it was indeed empty..."
Li Zhenshu let out a light sigh of relief: "You mean... before this, there was a body in the coffin? Now the... on the computer is the scene before the police arrived?"
Qin Ye nodded and said solemnly, "They are conjuring their souls, and they obviously succeeded. This success was achieved with the hundreds of lives of the Shiyue. It walked out and... closed the coffin by itself."
Kala la la... The coffin was pushed open little by little, and as it was pushed further and further away, a shrill cry of ghosts suddenly sounded in the dark room.
It was the cry of teenagers and children, with incomparable resentment and hatred. However, it was not facing the world, but the people in this coffin.
"Die..." "Damn it!!" "Damn you..." "Damn!!"
Night ghosts cry, making people's scalp numb.
boom! At this moment, the coffin was finally fully opened, and a bald man wearing a black missionary uniform with a cross came out.
He was thin, like a skeleton wrapped in skin. The body was covered with corpse spots, but not decayed. He looked at his hand in amazement, squeezed it lightly, and then let out a long breath.
The ghost crying all around reached its peak at this moment. A person's name flashed across Qin Ye's mind, and he looked at Li Zhenshu deeply.
"Kim Taemin." Li Zhenshu shook her head with incomparable complexity and said with emotion, "The dead come back to life... He's Kim Taemin, I've seen him before..."
Sure enough it was him!
Qin Ye didn't have any fear in his heart, he just felt excited.
My own inference is correct... Arturu's death script selected South Korean cult leader Choi Taemin, Shiyue, Busan, the root of the best friend's door... He... was resurrected five years ago in the Shiyue massacre. come over.
But he knew very well that the King of Hell could not be resurrected from the dead. This was the way of heaven, or in other words, the rules of the world. Such a resurrected Cui Taimin is definitely a ghost, a monster!
Consistent with his inference, such a monster... As a "grandmother" and "painted skin", it is simply too good to be true!