In the teaching assistant's apartment, Donald tore the pages of the Facebook page, which was useless for a while, and accumulated a lot, but its previous owner was a guy who used the pages of the Facebook page as a love letter, several letters a day, and he didn't know how to save at all.

"Leek, how are you doing?"

After tearing up a certain amount, he turned his head to look at Julia, who was writing her holiday homework, and there were no classes during the rainstorm week, but the school still prepared enough schoolwork for them.

It's really hard for these kids......

"Tom, come out. ”

Julia put down her pen and clapped her hands, and the ghost she had previously subdued appeared in the room, both in size and solidity compared to the last time they met.

"Alright, take the ghost back. ”

Turning the Siphon Bone Ring to absorb the black mist that had just formed on Julia's body, even though she already had her own contract ghost, Julia still agreed to let Donald absorb the energy she had created.

According to her, her ghost friend has been following, absorbing energy every day, and she doesn't care about this or two.

The name of the leek continues.

"You don't make energy very fast now, and you can't control it, I suggest you explore more in this area, I think your natural ability is definitely more than that. ”

Donald himself is not fully familiar with control and quick thinking, so he naturally does not dare to teach others casually, so he can only remind a few words, thinking that if he has the opportunity, he may be able to ask Delia.

Whew~Whew~

The wind outside the window grew louder and louder, and even though the window was locked, it still came in through the gap between the door frames.

"You go back quickly, there will be a rainstorm this afternoon, and the opening rain is definitely not small, and your family will have to worry about it later." ”

Outside the window, you can see the fallen leaves and twigs fluttering in the sky, and the sky has been filled with dark clouds, and the wind and rain are coming.

Donald had a headache thinking that he would have to go out later, and he really gave it up for the sake of a deep-sea ghost.

As time went on, the sky became darker and darker, and it looked like it was ten o'clock in the morning, but it looked like it was in the hazy state of the early morning when the sun was about to rise.

In this environment, Donald set off with an envelope in his hand, and spread out on his desk the documents he had "touched" from the Maritime Bureau and the maps he had obtained earlier.

At 13 Rachel Street, in a single-family villa, the president of the Grebe Chamber of Commerce was the first to see the letter on the table.

No signings, no markings, just plain envelopes in roadside shops.

Holding the pipe studded with gold wire, he set it aside, pulled out the letter paper, which was not very content, and simply glanced at it.

"Bastard! Owen!"

He banged on the table, emotional.

"Master, I'm here, what's the matter?"

The old man dressed as a housekeeper rushed into the room and asked.

"Who sent this letter?"

Normally, only his butler was allowed to come in and clean his study, and no one else, not even his wife.

The president's anger was expressed on his face, which was a rare situation, but as the president's steward for many years, he saw more than just anger.

"Letters? There is no postman coming to the door today, sir, today is the beginning of the rainstorm week, and the post office is closed. ”

The butler saw the letter and replied while searching for memories of it, he was a servant and must be ready to solve problems for the director.

"Who did you get this letter from, and will it enter my study on its own?"

"I really haven't been in your study today, I've been checking the rain around the house since the morning today......"

This letter, the housekeeper has never touched at all.

"You! you...... Behind you!"

The president suddenly looked frightened, and pointed behind the butler, who immediately turned away, empty.

The butler didn't know what to say now, the president's actions looked like a prank of ordinary children, but the expression on his face was so realistic.

"Behind you!!"

The president seemed to be a little unsatisfied, and suddenly stood up from his position and shouted.

The butler had to turn back again, and this time he did not remain indifferent, but cooperated with a frightened expression, and exclaimed in surprise.

"You saw that too, didn't you? Ghost!"

"Yes, I saw it, it ...... There was a ghostly fire burning around it, and a light veil was wrapped around it......"

"Fart! It's not what you say it is!"

The presence that the president saw was not curious, it was just a man, a man covered in blood and looking extremely miserable, and he was standing behind the butler just now.

Can you still act well?

The butler looked at the president blankly, he thought that this was just the president performing a drama again, this was his hobby, and the theater in Tallinn was the place he went to the most besides the Chamber of Commerce.

"Forget it, you go down and contact the people from Gwen's security company, and ask them to send a team to protect me immediately, and ask for the best team!"

The president clenched the letter in his hand and glanced left and right, but this time the ghost did not appear again.

"Is it dangerous? Do you need me to contact the police station and ask them to send someone over, even though it's a rainstorm week, they should still have a team on duty. ”

"Of course...... Don't contact the police, I can fix it myself. ”

The content of the letter is too sensitive, and calling the police at such a time may not be able to guarantee their own safety, and it is easy to expose some things.

"Okay, I'll do it right away. ”

The housekeeper lowered his head, just thinking about leaving the study quickly, and when he got outside, he explained it as soon as possible, the president's nerves were a little sensitive, and it was strictly forbidden for anyone to come forward to disturb him.

When the door of the study closed, the previous figure reappeared!

Owen ...... European ......"

"Chairman, it's me!"

The miserable figure suddenly made a sound, and the chairman who was about to shout stopped abruptly, this title is not something that everyone can call, in the Grebe Chamber of Commerce, most people call him the president, and only a few close subordinates will call him the chairman.

"Vice-director?"

In the end, it is a person who has gone through strong winds and waves, and ordinary people have to shout when they see such a guy who is not a ghost or a ghost in front of them, even if they are not frightened and faint, but the chairman forcibly stabilized his emotions.

"Chairman, listen to me, there is something very important now, those people we designed to kill back then have come back for revenge, you have to do what this letter says, in order to completely end that guy, and the shipwreck situation of our Chamber of Commerce can be improved......"

That's right, this figure is the deputy director of the Grebe Chamber of Commerce, and yesterday the president personally attended his memorial service, and now he reappeared in the study in this way.

Even if he dies, he has to pass on some messages like the president, and there are not many good employees like this now!

Unfortunately, how nice it would be if it really were?

Outside the villa, on the edge of the street, Donald stood by a lamppost, this time not wearing a silk top hat, but choosing a hooded trench coat and a rainproof cape.

Holding the Facebook book in his hand, pressing the cover with the other hand, his eyes closed, but what came to mind was the picture in the study behind him.

"Yes, chairman, you're right, I sensed the existence of that guy after I was killed, it was still wandering near the western port of Xialin District, it was a rainstorm week these days, all ships would not go to sea, and the western port where the wreck was located did not even carry out rest work, not to mention that someone would go there, you took someone over and killed that guy, only in this way can I escape from the shackles of the wreck!"

Facing the lamppost, Donald's face struggled, and the words in his mouth were quick and urgent.

The acting skills that have been honed between Pston's life and death are really useful.

The ability of human Facebook is not as simple as forming an image, and Donald has already experimented with leeks as guinea pigs during this time.

Touching the letter paper will be mentally imprinted, and the psychological hint will forcibly succeed, which is equivalent to the other party's spiritual illusion will be dominated by Donald, and that illusion will share everything with Donald, as long as he wants, he can synchronize himself with the illusion, and convey his voice and expression to the beings affected by the face.

This requires a certain amount of mental support, and the previous director of Facebook obviously can't meet this requirement, such a good auxiliary artifact falling into his hands can be said to be completely buried, and now it is in the hands of Donald to be fully used.

This plan was conceived by Donald last night, and if you want to lure out the wraiths of the deep sea, you must find the source of the resentment, which is what Deria said.

How do you find out? Do you find out the case in person, or in front of the resentful spirits of the deep sea?

This difficulty coefficient is not a star and a half, half a year ago, the police station investigated for so long without results, if he can find out alone, it is a real detective.

However, it was such a waste of time, and there were only a few days of Rainstorm Week, and Donald had no time at all!

So he decided to ask the president of the Grebe Chamber of Commerce to help him find that if it was a fact, then he must be involved in such a major event as sinking the entire ship at sea to defraud compensation, after all, he is the ultimate beneficiary of this compensation, and all the compensation will fall into his hands in the end.

In this case, Donald used Facebook to conjure up the ghost of the vice chairman, and on the grounds that he was bound by the spirit and could not be freed, he ran to ask for the destruction of the deep sea spirit as the motive.

Telling the president that if he doesn't kill that ghost, then the Greber Chamber of Commerce will never be able to settle down is a reason why the president has to do it.

Emphasizing that the Deep Sea Wraith was one of the dead on the ship at the beginning reminded the chairman in another way that no outsiders should be brought in, that is, no one could be notified to the police station, otherwise the Deep Sea Wraith would start talking about the events of the year if he was halfway through the fight.

Unless they get rid of the police department, they will have to wait for the law to be judged.

More than 30 lives, enough to shoot a few times!