Jiangcheng should be the only place to pass through this trial. The two lines we have traced so far, whether it is the line of Meng Shuai obtained on Wikipedia or the line of investigating the Cecil Hotel incident, all point to the incident of the boy in red in Jiangcheng four years ago, so this Jiangcheng tour is estimated to be unavoidable.

After exploring Meng Shuai's tone, we returned to Shanghai first, and in order to be able to carry a gun with us, we chose to spend more effort and drive to Jiangcheng by ourselves. "The optional tasks of this trial, I estimate that as long as we solve the twelve divine envoys that Meng Shuai said, we can complete it. He sat in the co-pilot seat and spoke. "I guess it should be 11 by now. I thought for a moment and said, "Meng Shuai has been kicked out." As far as we know before, it is very likely that the people of the Heavenly Sin Sect have mastered the occult arts, and can control ghosts to hurt and kill people, but they are also mortals themselves, and a single bullet should be able to kill them, otherwise this trial would not have been so restrictive to us. ”

"Ghosts seem to be strong and weak," Liu Weixian continued, "Ordinary ghosts just do some activities mechanically, and they don't seem to be able or unwilling to communicate with us. Some ghosts only exist in their own time and space, and can communicate with us simply, and do not seem to harm the innocent, at most they scare those of us who can see them. "In the past few days since returning to China, we have also seen a few ghosts in China, and there is no real difference between them and those in Los Angeles.

"I still believe that we were lucky not to meet evil spirits. I shrugged my shoulders and said, "I don't know about ordinary ghosts, but you have to believe that most of those relatively special ghosts are unjustly killed, and they can easily pinch us to death in their ghost domain, so we still have to have a sense of awe." "Tell yourself this. Liu Weixian muttered, "There is one of the two of us who thinks he is fat." ”

We stayed for one night and arrived in Jiangcheng the next evening, just in time for a spring rain. We found a slightly higher grade hotel to open a room (mistake), hoping to live more comfortably, and then bumped into a high-grade ghost in the room: a female ghost soaked in our bathtub with blood, so at the suggestion of Liu Weixian, we changed the hotel, and finally spent a night in Ontario.

The next day the weather was gloomy, and I wanted to rain but held back, and from time to time there were scattered raindrops. We drove our dusty Audi TTs, each armed with a pistol, and headed for the countryside around Jiangcheng. The incident of the boy in red in Jiangcheng four years ago was quite mysterious, and there was no clear order to prohibit the dissemination, so there was a lot of news on the Internet, and we easily found the village where the incident occurred. Shuangxing Village itself is not far from the city, and we quickly arrived at our destination without worrying about deducting points.

After the events of that year, the village was as lively as the Cecil Hotel now, and all kinds of people gathered to solve the mystery, but it really led to the local economy. Now, after such a long time, the enthusiasm of the so-called "true detectives" has long since shifted or cooled, and the village has long since returned to its former tranquility.

The two of us used the press card of Huaxia TV (don't use the name of Guangliang Daily to treat the masses) to ask for the old location of the boy's house, and it didn't take much effort to find the location. No one has lived in this compound for a long time, and judging by the traces, no one has even been here for a long time. I pushed open the door and stepped into the dimly lit inner room.

In November 2009, Wang Yi, who went out to work, came home and found that the situation at home was not right, as if someone had broken in, his son in junior high school was wearing a women's swimsuit, a red skirt, and was hung on the beam of the house with his hands tied, and a weighing stone hanging from his ankle, which was a tragic blow to a rural family. Now that the family is no longer here, I was relieved that I hadn't really figured out what attitude to be attached to the family. Trying to uncover the scars in their hearts to get the information they need is a very difficult but unavoidable thing to do, and now there is no need to do it.

"The murderer deliberately killed a boy who was thirteen years and thirteen days old, and he also made this kind of ritual, it turned out that he wanted to raise a little ghost. I thought, "Then this child must have an extraordinary life in his own right, otherwise he would not be so 'favored'." All the clues we have point to here, so we can definitely find the next clue. "There was nothing left in the house except for some worn-out furniture, and there was a thick layer of dust everywhere. The slightest movement in the middle of it will make us choke.

"Let's look around," I began, only to see the first staring straight at my feet. "Old Su," his voice trembled, "we had a... "I looked back and saw that there were barefoot footprints following me next to my shoe prints, and now that I had stopped, the footprints were behind me, but there was no creature in sight. The footprints are neither big nor small, about 40 yards.

"I'm sure there weren't any footprints when we came in just now. I pulled out my pistol, "Looks like there's something following the two of us, and hopefully this Type 92 will be useful to him." "So he's now... Where?" he also pulled out his gun, but his hand shook involuntarily, showing his nervousness. "I don't know, it's too dark in this house, let's go back to the courtyard first!" My nerves were tense, and I was always on guard around me.

Just as we were about to move outward, a sinister laugh suddenly sounded over the place where the footprints had stopped. I thought to myself that this thing could not only follow us quietly, but also silently run up to the beams of the house! But thinking that this was probably someone else's little ghost, I figured it out, as long as it could scare people, what happened to the ghost was possible.

I raised the muzzle of my gun and fired without aiming, ignoring that I was now in an ordinary human condition. My casual shooting stance caused my right arm to dislocate under the recoil of the two shots, and I had no way to hold the Type 92 and could only let it fly backwards. However, these two robberies also made achievements, the gunfire flashed, and I saw a red figure above my head screaming and falling straight down. Although it is not known whether it was the bullet that caused the injury or the firelight that burned him.

I looked intently, and a short figure wrapped in a long red dress twitched twice on the ground before jerking its head up and meeting my eyes. In an instant, my brain thumped and my consciousness sank into darkness.

"Bonghyo, is this your last choice?"

"The sword is deep. ”

I woke up to the cold touch on my face, and found myself lying in the middle of the yard, and the rain was about to fall. My head hurt so much that I couldn't think for a moment. After a little rain, my mind moved, and I found that my physical strength was only 20 points, and it was estimated that the little ghost had mentally attacked me just now. Fortunately, my mental and physical strength were not low before I strengthened my attributes, and if I had changed Liu Weixian, I might have been killed directly in seconds just now.

I still couldn't use my right hand, and I hadn't learned how to put my dislocated arm back in place before, so I had to rely on my left hand. I barely got up, I must not be dead in the first place, or no one would have pulled me into the courtyard. "Lao Liu!" I yelled, "I'll come out and report if I'm alive! But no one responded to me.

I pulled a lighter out of my trouser pocket and went into the house again, lighting the fire and trying to find the traces that had been left first.