I know that McQuay has been through a lot of ridiculous and strange things, and what I thought was absurd was probably ordinary in him.

So I gathered my thoughts and said, "You just said that the dark shadow is different from a normal ghost, and I actually feel the same way!" ”

"Be careful!" McQuay said.

"I've been very close to ghosts and the like before, and it makes me feel cold! But today the dark shadow is close to me, and I have a ...... How so? I always feel that it is not dead, but alive! ”

This made McQuay suspicious, and in fact I felt that some of the words did not make sense.

So I continued: "When I came to the house to investigate, his son told me that he had seen the shadow, and he said ......"

I paused, glanced at McCquay and listened, and then said the rest of the sentence.

"He said that dark shadow didn't look like his grandfather, but like his father!"

With a "squeak", McQuay pulled the car to the side of the road and looked at me in surprise, his eyes shining in the darkness.

"Did he really say that? It can't be his child's nonsense, right? ”

"I used to think he was talking nonsense from a child, but today, when the dark shadow was close to me, I had a very strange feeling, as if it was ...... That black shadow is not a dead man, but a living man! And, do you remember that when you hit that black shadow with a stunner, the black shadow disappeared in a flash, and then screamed immediately after the Ongpo Tower? I immediately looked into the room, almost instinctively, and saw clearly that Ompota had his head in his hands, as if he had a splitting headache! So ......"

I thought again about what words to use, and McQuay had spoken it for me.

"So you think that kid didn't talk nonsense, that black shadow is really the soul of Ongpota?"

"I do have this idea!" I nodded.

"How is this possible?"

McQuay was luckily in the car, otherwise I think he would have jumped up and spun around.

"Yes, I'm also surprised that at the same time as I hit the black shadow with an electric stunner, Onpota suddenly screamed in the house, but...... He was still alive, how could his soul be free from his body? To put it bluntly, the human soul is nothing more than brain waves, and once the brain waves are separated from the body, how can the body still be alive? ”

His rhetorical questions made me speechless for a while, so I could only ponder in my heart before I slowly spoke.

"I watched an American horror movie before, saying that a child has an innate ability, whenever he sleeps, his soul can break away from his body and wander around in the sky and the earth.

I myself felt that I was a little ridiculous about the fictional plot of the movie, so as soon as I said that, I laughed self-deprecatingly.

Sure enough, McQuay shook his head and said: "Those horror movies are just scary, regardless of the inconsistencies and logical confusion, I never watch them!" And I've been a member of the Occult Investigation Alliance for nearly three years, and I've experienced all kinds of strange things, and I've never heard of people being able to wander out and scare people everywhere when they're still alive! ”

He is an expert compared to me, not to mention that he is definitely more than an investigator of the "Occult Investigation Alliance", if he has never heard of the soul of a living person can be separated from the body, then 99%, my speculation is wrong.

So I don't argue anymore, but I just think about why Ongpota has such a "splitting headache" if that black shadow is not the soul of Ongpota.

"So what do we do next?" I asked McQuay again.

"I don't have a clue yet! However, the existence of ghosts requires certain factors, and the timing of the appearance of that dark shadow today was just when my finger touched this wooden statue, so I think we should first figure out what is so strange about this wooden statue! ”

I also think that this wooden statue is the only breakthrough at the moment, so I won't say more.

McQuay didn't say anything more, and quietly drove the car into the city, all the way to the parking lot of the hotel where I was staying.

McQuay himself didn't stay at the hotel, but it was late, and he had a duffel bag in his car, and almost all of his daily necessities were in it.

So he just went into my hotel with me, and I was staying in a double room, and he happened to sleep in a bed with me.

To be honest, after tonight's incident, it was a bit of a nerve-wracking to let me sleep alone, and I think the reason why Maxwell took the initiative to stay with me must have realized it.

But what I didn't expect was that with this "supernatural" investigator sleeping in the same room, a terrible thing happened at night.

It was past eleven o'clock, and McVier had finished his shower and lay down in bed.

When I came out of the bathroom, I saw McVier taking the wooden statue and studying it, and he even took out a knife and made a few cuts on the wooden statue.

In the end, he had to admit that it was just ordinary wood carving, at least as far as the material itself was concerned, there was nothing to study.

So he casually placed the wooden statue on the bedside table, turned off the light and closed his eyes to sleep.

I also fell asleep quickly, but I felt like I didn't sleep well all night.

It was as if the dark ghost had entered my dream.

And it's not just that ghost, there is also a ghost, gray color, and the facial features are extremely gloomy.

I thought it must have been because I was thinking about it — at least I thought it was!

I even thought that the reason why I dreamed of that gray ghost was because I had witnessed that man-made ghost in the medical examination department of the Friendship Hospital.

It wasn't until I woke up suddenly that I saw a dark shadow falling from the ceiling and sticking to my face, looking at me viciously.

I can't see its facial features, it's so dark, but I can feel its ferocity.

I immediately tried to sit up, but I couldn't move. I opened my mouth to scream, but I couldn't scream.

This was the first time in my life that I had been subjected to a "ghost press", but I knew very well that this was by no means a normal symptom of a "ghost press".

Because the "ghost press" is basically a hallucination caused by brain stimulation or excessive exhaustion.

And the black shadow floating above my face at this moment is indeed real.

At that moment, my brain was very clear, and I couldn't move my hands and feet, so I was desperately gasping for breath, desperately trying to make myself breathe louder and louder, so that I could wake up McQuay next to me to come and save me.

I did see McQuay get up and get out of bed, but instead of looking at me, he walked past me in a daze and walked straight to the balcony.

It's a really weird feeling, and it's terrifying.

I had my eyes open, and I saw McCliver walking past me, but I couldn't move, let alone call him, except for gasping.

It wasn't until my eyes followed McQuay's figure that I moved to the corner of my eye, and I watched helplessly as McQuay walked out of my sight, and a very stiff voice came into my ears.

"You can let him go!"

I didn't know what that meant, but I could tell it was McQuay's voice. It's just that his voice at the moment is so stiff that it doesn't have the slightest emotion.

At the same time that voice reached my ears, the black shadow that was leaning above my face suddenly floated up, and I also sat up with a cry of "ahhhh

But I didn't have time to pay attention to the dark shadow, and my eyes naturally shifted to the direction in which McQuay was standing.

The hotel I stayed in was one of the most upscale hotels in Buntian City, and the room I stayed in was not only facing the street, but also had a small balcony.

To be honest, I don't like the room facing the street, because the traffic is so noisy that I can't sleep well.

But country L is a poor country, private cars are very scarce, and buses and the like stop running as soon as it gets dark.

Even though Buntian is the capital of country L, there are very few cars on the streets after 10 p.m. Even the street lights, only one or two of the main avenues will be lit until the early hours of the morning.

So I don't have to worry about a bad rest here, but the balcony facing the street can be convenient for me to enjoy the cultural scenery of Wentian City from a high vantage point.

At this moment, McQuay was standing in the glass doorway leading to the balcony, and with one hand he pulled the glass door open, but his whole face was twisted back to face me, and his facial muscles were unusually twisted, forming a very hideous and strange expression.

"Don't meddle in your own affairs, otherwise, you'll end up in the same fate as this person!" His voice, he said, was still so stiff that it didn't take any emotion.

I couldn't help but pause, not understanding what he meant.

But McQuay didn't say a word, and had already walked through the glass door to the balcony.

There was a very uneasy feeling that quickly widened in my heart, so I immediately jumped up and pulled open the glass door to rush to the balcony.

I saw McQuay leaning over the balcony railing, one leg flipped up, as if about to fall off the balcony.

I was so shocked that I blurted out, "What are you doing McQuay?" ”

McQuay turned his head suddenly, and when he saw me, his expression suddenly changed in a very strange way.

I saw him wrinkling his eyebrows and shaking his head, as if he was trying to break free from some bondage.

"McQuay, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me! ”

I screamed as I ran over to reach out to him.

McQuay pushed me away with one hand, raised the other high, curled his fingers, and poked him hard at the temple with a sapphire ring on his middle finger.

I faintly heard an expletive.

It was cursing in the native language, and I couldn't understand what it was, but I knew it wasn't McQuay's voice.

And the voice didn't come in my ears, but echoed directly in my head, just like when Zhang Xiaoyun talked to me.

It was at that same time that I faintly saw a gray shadow emerging from McQuay's body and disappearing in a flash.

I don't know if it's because I'm dazzled, but I can't care too much about it at the moment, because McQuay's strong body seems to have suddenly fallen apart, and he falls limply to the ground.

I had to reach out and hug McQuay.

(See Chapter 219 "Onpota Is Dead")