Just after seven o'clock, there was a rhythmic beating sound outside the door, like a tireless woodpecker flying

I unscrewed the door lock, returned to the bed like a zombie, and fell straight down

Excited, Heroic Spirit jumped on the bed and pushed me hard

"I found information about channeling"

I grabbed a pillow and covered my head

"I mean psychics in the true sense of the word, the kind of witchcraft that communicates with ghosts, blends with ghosts," she reads, "There are records of dreams and psychics in the twelfth century, who seek out lost souls, feed them and become supernatural beings with special powers."

I looked up, my face full of suspicion, "What did you say?" Feeding"

The Heroic Spirit looked back and said, "Yes, it's fed."

Her eyes were red, her face was haggard, and she had apparently not slept all night, and the excitement of an addict was like that of an addict who had just gotten a few grams of a drug of high purity

I was creepy, "What do they feed the ghosts, it can't be people, right?" ”

She flipped through the pages and finally threw me "I didn't write"

As I watched, I told her to "pour me a glass of water, and ...... There are instant noodles in the desk, the kind that is not spicy."

She's busy "I've got a newspaper in my bag, you'd better read it"

I found out that it was a street tabloid with the black headline "Hundred psychics Mysterious Disappearance, Is It God's Abandonment or Religious Fire"

She poured a cup of hot water in her hand and warmed it up, and walked over, "There are a few words that seem to say that the giant eye can awaken the corpse of the deceased, give the corpse feelings and pain, in other words, it can bring the dead back to life"

"Is this a rebirth? It's just a corpse that hurts with feelings."

Heroic Spirit looked up at me, "How's your vitreous doing?" ”

I suddenly remembered the monkey I had photographed on East Asia Avenue, jumped out of bed, plunged into the dark room, rinsed it, developed it, and the photo gradually cleared up, with men and girls leaning next to each other, cars and trees and people next to them, but there was no strange monkey

I couldn't help but sigh and began to doubt my eyes, "Isn't it?" Is it my hallucination? ”

The Heroic Spirit looked at the photo, "What's missing?" ”

"A monkey, a monkey with two faces"

I amused myself at my oversensitivity, not noticing that her face suddenly lost its color, as if the blood was drained all at once

"What are we going to do now? Edited by the University of England"

"Eating"

"And where?"

"Go to a place"

Somewhat flustered, she walked to the window and looked out into a corner of the city

I packed up my equipment and glow-in-the-dark lens, "Can you tell me first, what is the name of the last psychic man?" ”

She didn't look back, only said two words "Lulu"

……

"Zhongyang Road, No. 106, European-style villa, three entrances and exits before and after, one person lives, there are three female policemen close protection, six armed police foyer guards, six plainclothes street patrols, one on-site command control car, and four police officers on standby......"

In the faint spotlight, I flipped through the information from the Heroic Spirits

"For the sake of a ghost, a police station was dispatched"

I am ridiculous at the ignorance of human beings

The general curled up on my lap and looked up at the sound

"Do you think I'm bored too?"

I rubbed its soft and smooth fur, "I'm just curious, why do those so-called psychics suddenly disappear from the world?" If it's not a ghost, it must be a ghost."

I muttered to myself, "Maybe it's a conspiracy, a conspiracy disguised as a ghost."

The window sash slammed, a gust of wind blew, and the pages were rolled up, revealing a picture of a beautiful woman, the last psychic provided by the Heroic Spirit

"She's so beautiful, but you're going to be a witch?"

The woman in the photo does not have a smile, her eyebrows are furrowed, as if she is thinking, giving people a sense of distress and overwhelm, and the background is a large blank space, no matter from that angle, she seems to be in nothingness

Ying Ling called and asked if Lu Lu's information was detailed enough

I sincerely praised, "What way?" You can get it."

"How's it going over there?"

I looked through the window and saw that Villa 106 was brightly lit and crowded with people from time to time, and the armed policemen wearing infrared monocular night vision devices were patrolling around the garden, like aliens invading the earth at night

This room is on the opposite side of Villa 106, where an international compatriot originally lived, and Ying Ling only said a few words to him, and the patriot who had not long returned to his roots willingly took a flight back again

This woman who seems to be extremely weak often makes me feel that she can do anything

"Is the angle right? Can it be observed? ”

"I've just set up the machine and prepared the focus, so I don't think there should be any problem."

"You'd better hurry up and prepare"

I fiddled with the camera "What's the hurry?" Ghosts usually don't come out until the second half of the night, what time is it? ”

"At 11:05, be careful"

I swirled the camera and laughed, "I'm curious now if I'm going to be a ghost when I die?" If so, is it as hideous as the novel describes? ”

The female police officer in Villa 106 can already be seen in the high-powered lens, and even the police officer number stuck on her towering chest can be seen

"Let's get back in touch and wait for my good news"

Again, she reminded "be careful"

Ending the call, I turned to serve coffee on the table

The dim light flickered on and off, and in a flash, the woman in the photo smiled at me

I was suddenly cold, rubbing my eyes and looking again, she was really smiling, her lips were closed, as if she was beckoning me, mysterious and weird

I pulled out the magazine with a swift kick and held it down, my heart beating like a drum, and the general sprang out of the couch, his paws scratching at the door, as if something in the room was forcing it to rush away

I continued to breathe deeply, trying to calm myself as much as I could, trying to overturn the fear in my heart with the science I knew

In the end, I decided that it was a delusion, just like a lone person who walks alone in the night will hear footsteps that come and go, purely out of his own fear of ghosts

But I really didn't have the courage to look at the photo again, and my body stiffened and peeked across the camera

……