......

At this time, the sky was getting brighter, and there was a layer of clouds and mist floating in the mountains and forests, and it seemed that because of the revival of the aura, the air in the mountains and forests was exceptionally fresh.

Wei Yuan, who was sitting on a rock, opened his eyes and checked the progress of the script.

After the script starts, he doesn't need to track and check it at any time, and the progress of the script will be fed back by himself.

For example, at this time, on the script of "The First Unjust Soul", lines of text automatically appeared.

(Zhou Xue looked for Zhang Yu, learned the truth of the matter through the illusion, and let Zhang Yu fall into the illusion, and then looked for Zhang Zheng...... ）

(Through Zhang Zhengzhi's mouth, he learned Wang Zijun's address and went to take revenge...... ）

(Zhang Yu's father took the family to the Public Security Bureau to report the case, and called Zhang Zheng's family, and the security officer intervened...... ）

These are all plots developed by the story itself, and they appear on the script one by one.

Wei Yuan only preliminarily created the script, and formulated an outline for the script, with a little guidance in the process, and let the rest of the story develop on its own.

Otherwise, everything was written out in detail according to his ideas, and the amount of work was a bit too huge.

And no book is written by coincidence!

All kinds of uncertainties in a story, as well as all kinds of coincidences, are important components to perfect a story!

For example, the human heart.

Wei Yuan didn't expect that Zhang Yu's family would go to the Public Security Bureau.

After all, they broke the law before, and they still encountered ghost legends, and ordinary people probably won't choose to report safety.

And what surprised him even more was that he saw a sentence appear on the script:

(Because Zhou Xue committed suicide, Wang Zijun's parents were worried that something would happen, so they sent Wang Zijun to Xishan County last night...... ）

(Now Wang Zijun is already in Xishan County...... ）

(Zhou Xue rushed to the air and pounced...... ）

Sure enough, no book is written without coincidence.

The contradictions in the story are strong enough.

The unjust soul who is bent on revenge, the security officer who upholds justice, the Zhang family who has a ghost in his heart, and the main culprit who ran away from the county.

Presumably, it's a big show!

This script, I believe it can bring enough warning to Chang'an City and the Public Security Bureau, so that they can wake up that the world has changed!

Don't dwell on the peace of the past.

After all, in the future, crises and changes will continue to appear, and these people are rushing to the front line.

Wake up early and prepare early to reduce some unnecessary injuries.

......

The sky had completely brightened, and Chang'an City had woken up.

The two security guards got out of the car sleepily, looked at the door number information in front of them, and after confirming that they had found no mistake, they knocked on the door.

A knock on the door echoed through the silent streets.

This is a villa area, surrounded by single-family villas, and there are few people.

After waiting for a while, there was no response in the room.

The two vigilantes looked at each other, frowned, and rang the doorbell again.

The crisp doorbell rang inside the room, and the two people outside the room could hear it clearly.

Still no one came out.

One of them yawned, wiped the droppings from the corners of his eyes, and said to the man beside him sleepily:

"Are you not at home?"

The other vigilante frowned and glanced at the room quizzically.

After waiting for a while, but still no movement, the two shook their heads and prepared to leave.

But suddenly I heard a muffled noise from the second floor.

A scream followed.

The eyes of the two people who had just turned around were suddenly startled, and they quickly turned to look at the room, reaching out and touching the peace baton on their waists.

The sleepiness dissipated, and the eyes were vigilant.

The two glanced at each other, quietly approached the door, and listened intently for a while.

There was silence for a moment, and a scream pierced the quiet room, and the two people outside the door were startled, and after eye contact, the two slammed their arms against the door.

But the door was extremely hard.

Gritting his teeth, one of them set his eyes on the second-floor balcony.

There is a windowsill on the first floor, barely able to catch the balcony on the second floor.

Gesturing, the two walked to the balcony, one hunched over his waist, the other took a few steps back, and then ran and rushed, stepping on the other's hand.

The person who took the hand lifted his hands hard, and the person who went upstairs exerted force at the same time, and his body jumped up and grabbed the edge of the balcony.

Gritting his teeth, he rolled over, and then reached down and pulled the person downstairs up.

The two of them went up to the second floor, and the screams in the room were even more audible.

With vigilant looks, the two of them clenched the batons in their hands and quietly walked towards the room.

In the room, the objects are neatly placed without the slightest damage, and it can be seen that the owner is a person who loves cleanliness.

The screams that rang out from time to time came from the innermost bedroom.

The two glanced at each other and quickly touched it.

The screams grew more and more terrible, and there was a sound of talking.

The screams came from two people, a man and a woman.

But listening to the voice, it seems like there are three people.

For some reason, the closer they got to the bedroom, the more cold they felt, as if they had fallen into an ice cellar, and even a little eerie.

The door was slightly open.

The two stopped, one of them waved, and whispered to the crack in the door, trying to see through the crack to see what was going on in the room.

The other stood by and waited.

The crack in the door is not wide, and only a thin one is left, and you can barely see the inside of the room.

The security officer who stepped forward thought to himself, then squinted his eyes and leaned towards the crack in the door.

There seemed to be a dark shadow flashing.

The thought crossed his mind, and he blinked, and then came into his eye, a blood-red eye.

The security officer's body suddenly took a step back, his whole body stiffened, and the chill behind him jumped from his scalp directly to his tail bone.

The door opens slowly and automatically without wind.

The crack in the door was getting bigger and bigger, and a dark shadow with terrifying facial features and a gloomy body stood behind the door, quietly looking at the people outside the door.

The black shadow said in a hoarse voice:

"You're here?"

It was like an ordinary greeting, but a cold sweat instantly oozed from the head of the security officer.

The eyes with blood and tears, the hideous facial features, the bloody hair, the yin qi swirling all over the body, and the body floating in the air, no matter how you look at it, this is all an unjust soul!

Goo-dong.

Swallowed saliva, and the voice was clear and audible.

"What's wrong?"

The vigilante standing on the other side did not see the scene in the room, only his companion looking inside the room with a frightened expression.

Frowning, the security officer clenched the security baton in his hand, his face turned ruthless, and he stepped forward directly!

The scene in the room is instantly visible.

Goo-dong.

Another spitting sound sounded outside the door.

Inside the room, there was a ...... standing at the doorway No, it's a ......?!

Looking into the room again, there was no damage to the objects in the room, only two middle-aged men and women sitting on the ground.

When they came, the two looked at the information, and the two middle-aged men and women on the ground were Wang Zijun's parents.

Wang Zijun's parents were sitting on the ground at this time, their faces were pale, their eyes were bloodshot, and their expressions were extremely frightened.

From time to time, there were bursts of screams and wails from his mouth.

It seems that he has been tortured and interrogated!

The two looked at each other, took a deep breath, and forced down the fear in their hearts.

Preparing to do something.

It's dark.