As far as I know, I'm afraid it's not easy to convince her, she will suspect that Chen Haidong didn't tell everything he knows, maybe because of her subjective thoughts, and even extreme thinking that Chen Haidong knows about Liu Qingchun, but he is unwilling to reveal it to everyone.

Everything related to the ancient tomb will make her suspect that it is related to Liu Qingchun now, even if it is a very small possibility.

I don't know when this tense nerve will relax a little, but thinking about the determination she has been looking for for so many years, it seems that there is another knot in her heart that is difficult to untie even if it is real.

The plan to go back was put on hold for the time being, and I originally thought that I could notify people from Beijing to come over and look for Lao Zhong, but I was soon vetoed by Dongfang.

He said that the situation here was far more complicated than we thought, and that the fewer people who were involved, the better, so we waited in the hospital for Lao Zhong to come back and Chen Haidong to be discharged.

In the evening, we were bored in the hospital, and when we heard that the night view was good, we decided to go out for a walk.

After leaving the hospital, we didn't go far before we found a downtown area, and it was eight or nine o'clock, and some food stalls were open, and many young people were gathering to drink and grill skewers.

As we walked along the illuminated street, we heard the sound of a cannon salute coming from not far away, and we followed the sound of the cannon and prepared to join in the fun.

Along this street, we finally found a high platform, on which a wooden sail was held, and four words were written on it - Sichuan Opera Changing Face.

Many people were attracted by the sound of cannons, and when we got to the front of the stage, we saw a man with a black face walking up to the stage.

Holding a strange black flag with a cloud of fire rust on it, it shook three times in front of the people, and then turned around and took the cloak handed by the young man.

But at that moment, I suddenly heard a hoarse voice, like the cry of a crow, but when I looked around, I found nothing.

When I came back to my senses, there was another drum beat on the stage, and the drum beat was very scattered and urgent, like a drizzle, falling on the table.

And the master who performed the face-changing also followed this string of rapid drums, took a step on the stage, and circled around the stage neatly.

When he turned around again, stood still in Taichung, and when he turned around, the face on his face suddenly changed from the original black to blue, and the frightened look on the face was not the original black wooden rigidity, it became vivid and active.

The black cloak on his body shook, and the rusted lines on it shook in the light, as if it could fall off the black underside in an instant and sprinkle it as a living thing.

As the sound of the drums continues to change, other instruments are also mixed in, like tidbits flying all over the sky, elegant and tactful, lingering like flowing threads, intertwined, if you only listen to the sound of the ensemble of the instruments, there seems to be an indescribable sense of vertigo.

At this time, the face-changing master on the stage continuously flicked his sleeves, and the moment the black sleeves brushed his face, the face changed endlessly, and with the cooperation of the surrounding array of musical instruments, it was very magical.

The audience also catered to the performance, bursts of applause and cheers, but so many voices were mixed together, and it was extremely chaotic.

But when I listened carefully, I could always hear a harsh sound, as if it was a very special sound, mixed around, it was not a musical instrument or a human voice, but something else.

Hidden in this noisy sound, it is the least easy to detect, but to my ears, this sound is particularly prominent.

Intuitively, the sound seemed to be deliberately hidden here, avoiding the view of others, and it seemed to be disturbed by the sound here, so that it followed it, and even made me even more curious, if the surrounding sounds suddenly stopped, would it be caught red-handed?

Perhaps I was the least in the crowd to watch the master perform all his stunts, and I kept walking back and forth in the crowd, looking for the source of that sound.

But inadvertently, I found that a little silver-white light appeared on the neck of the face-changing master on the stage.

But just then, the light disappeared again, and I thought it might be the reflection of the lights on the stage.

But the next moment, as he flicked his sleeves and changed to another face, I heard the strange voice suddenly rise, like the last screams of some kind of creature before it died.

The voice pierced his ears, and as soon as the person on the stage appeared, the blue, and a phosphorous fire suddenly appeared on Dou Erdun's face.

It was so fast that no one in the audience reacted, but I could see clearly that the phosphorus fire only came out of the face after the scream just now.

The blue flames were fierce, and in an instant, they surrounded the man's head.

I don't know if the people on the stage found it first, or the people under the stage reacted first, in short, ha! After an exclamation, all the sounds just now collapsed in an instant like suddenly crumpled paper, causing all the tacit melodies to break quickly, and finally quickly disperse to the crowd.

On the stage, a few young men came from behind, reaching out to grab the face, but suddenly as if they had been bitten by something, they retracted their hands violently.

I know that phosphorus fire is not very hot, but it is still very scary to come out suddenly, you must know this thing, but ghost fire, only in cemeteries.

Under the blue light, I saw a pair of distorted facial features, like a legendary ghost, with hideous eyes, as if they would pounce at any moment.

I don't know how the person wearing this face is doing, but the sight of the beating light and the human face in the light makes me shudder.

But I have to face them, because you can't back down, and if you're afraid of them, you're the next one to be killed.

The man under the face mask was silent, and he didn't seem to react at all, but his hand was hanging by his side, but it was like a piece of wood, and he didn't mean to take off the face mask.

I can't say it in my heart, maybe it's not this kind of fire that kills people, but some kind of potential power in the fire.

Thinking like this, I turned my heart sideways, climbed up, and reached out to pick up the face, but as soon as I reached over my hand, I was grabbed by the other arm.

A voice that seemed to come out of his throat rang out from the other side, "It's you back!" Hahaha! ”

This voice is exactly the same as the one I just heard, it is not a human at all, it is a ghost!

Caught by it, I jerked in and pushed it towards the back of the table, where there was a plank with a large cloth hanging from it.

The people around were frightened by this scene, and one of them dared to shout, "Calm down!" ”

I knew that this person must have been hit by something, so I immediately turned around and yelled at the others, "Why are you still stunned, come over and help, he has been ghosted!" ”

As soon as I finished speaking, the man let out another burst of laughter, and as soon as the strength of his hand loosened, he came and grabbed me by the neck, but I saw the opportunity and kicked it.

I don't know if I kicked him, anyway, I was safe for the time being, and at this time, Dongfang also came over, and Liu Ran grabbed each other's hands left and right.

I walked over again and took off the face, but I didn't expect that although the phosphorus fire on the face was not hot, it gave people a strange feeling.

As soon as the face was removed, the man spurted out a mouthful of blood, and if I hadn't dodged in time, I am afraid that this mouthful of blood would have sprayed on me.

After spraying blood, the man looked like an orange that had been drained of water, his whole face collapsed, his facial features twisted together, and he became unshaped, and finally fell to the ground with a thud, and had passed out.

Dongfang immediately leaned over and carefully probed his snort before raising his head sharply, with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

When I turned around and looked at the face, I saw that the phosphorus fire had gradually subsided, leaving only a thin layer of powder on the back of the face.

This is the first time I have seen a ghost with my own eyes, and the strange feeling of looking at it just now lingers in my heart, and it seems that that face will soon come back to life.

After that, everyone else also nervously gathered around, looked at us and looked at the corpses on the ground, couldn't make up their minds, and finally Dongfang made a suggestion and called the police.

More than ten minutes later, the police arrived at the scene and took us back with the body.

When I was making the transcript, I hesitated to tell them the strange noise I heard, but looking at the other people's appearances, I thought about it, it was already weird enough, and I better not bother them.

And that kind of voice is not necessarily a precursor to this series of events, and that is only my guess.

After the transcript, I saw that the policemen were muttering to each other, and from time to time they would look at us, as if they were very skeptical of our explanation.

However, not to mention them, even if we see the process with our own eyes, we are a little unconvinced, and there is still a way to convince others to believe such absurd things.

But fortunately, everything is based on facts, and when the body was found, the police also saw it, and we didn't lie.

We were taken back to the office in the face of the corpse, and at the same time, the medical examiner returned, and with him came a middle-aged man.

Seeing this person come in, a policeman who had just taken us over to take a note said to the man, "Inspector Wang, why are you here?" ”

The middle-aged man known as Inspector Wang glanced at us and asked the others, "Who are they?" ”

"These are eyewitnesses, and we've just finished taking notes."

Inspector Wang nodded, took out another file, threw it on the desk, turned his head sideways and asked the people around him, "What is the relationship between the deceased and them?" ”

Hearing Inspector Wang's question, the policemen were a little embarrassed, and after looking at each other a few times, a tall and thin man replied, "Inspector Wang, we think this case is too weird, it has been reported to the provincial bureau, let's not investigate it." ”

It can be seen that after listening to our statement, they are all a little scared, after all, this is a supernatural incident, dealing with ghosts.

Inspector Wang frowned slightly, seemed to be a little dissatisfied, turned around and sat on the chair behind the desk, "The case happened with us, no matter what it is, at least let me be clear, I don't know who gave you the right to let you push your own work to other departments at every turn, are we all unable to set it up?!" ”

When he said the last sentence, Inspector Wang slapped the table violently, and with his voice, several policemen took a slight step back.

It seemed that they all knew the detective's temper, but someone had the audacity to reply, "Wang...... Inspector Wang, is this really unusual? Because of the murderer, it's not human at all? ”

Inspector Wang sneered, "Not a human? Could it be that it is still a ghost? ”

His voice was cold, and when he said the word "ghost", the other people's eyes instinctively shrank back.

In this bright office, I can vaguely feel a cold atmosphere, which is a fear that comes from the heart, and it is the resonance of those present.

"Inspector Wang, this is a fact, everyone has seen it, this deceased was burned to death by the Yin Fire, and when we arrived, we also found the flickering fire on the mask?"

He dodged the word, but despite this, his voice trembled a little, as if refusing to remember what he had seen.

"It's ridiculous, the ghosts in this world, are you interns who haven't even attended the police academy!" After saying that, Inspector Wang said to the policeman standing by the door, "Report the traces of the scene to me?" ”