The mobile phone rang, and it was Ma Yibing calling.

I plugged in and walked out.

"Brother Qi, how's it going?" Ma Yibing asked tremblingly.

"I've looked at all the corners and corners, and there's nothing." I lied to Ma Yibing.

Ma Yibing sighed.

When I arrived at the gate of the theater, I saw Ma Yibing leaning on Shakespeare, a little distracted. I walked over and patted him on the shoulder, almost jumping him out.

"Okay, don't make a fuss. It's just a coincidence, don't care. I comforted.

Ma Yibing confirmed with me several times, and only after getting my assurance did he feel a little more comfortable. He sent me to the station, and I was very grateful.

After saying goodbye to Ma Yibing, I went to Aoba. When I entered the office this time, I felt heavy, but I didn't have that sense of fear.

I sat on the couch and finished recounting what happened in the theater and asked, "Did the words I heard in my dream be said by an evil spirit?" He killed Zhang Shanmei, and now he has killed someone. He is an evil ghost like Xue Tao. ”

It made me angry.

Even if Xue Tao is young, I can't have any sympathy for him. And the evil ghost I am meeting now is obviously an adult, and he may have done things that hurt nature and reason before he died, and he still does not stop after death, and continues to harm people's lives.

"What should I do?" I asked in a low voice.

There was silence in the office. It was already night, and the office without lights was very dark, and the hazy moonlight outside the window was mostly blocked by cellophane.

I suddenly noticed a pair of legs in front of the sofa opposite, wearing trousers and leather shoes, with their legs folded, and a pair of white to transparent hands on their knees. My heart was beating like a drum, and I was hesitating to look up, when I saw the hand hold out a finger pointing at me. I was stunned, I didn't know why.

The hands and legs were gone.

I hurriedly looked up, and there was nothing on the couch opposite.

"Me?" I muttered to myself, pointed to myself, thought for a moment, and looked back behind me.

Behind him is a wall with landscape paintings. I turned on my phone and searched the painting carefully, but I didn't find anything. I turned behind the wall again. Next door is the office, and against the wall are two desks, which also don't have anything useful. Further back, there is the filing cabinet.

"Is it still a filing cabinet?"

I opened the filing cabinet and waited for a while, not waiting for the next prompt.

I scratched my head, I really couldn't understand the hint of Aoba's finger just now.

"Are you really talking about me?" I don't talk to myself too confidently.

To be honest, after I came across Aoba, I began to feel a little superpowered. Possession aside, the few times I dreamed of strange things were obvious clues. Does Aoba want me to wait for the next clue to be delivered to the door myself?

"Do you still have the red rope you used to tie Xue Tao?" I asked, staring into the air.

It's kind of whimsical. Aoba's people should have a trick up their sleeve to get that trap, not to catch the ghost with a red rope.

"Can you give me the contact information of that Xuanqing real person?" I had no choice but to seek help from someone superior.

Boom!

I was startled and turned around to see the door of the office opened.

A strong yin aura emerged from the depths of the office and began to permeate the office.

I didn't dare to stay any longer, so I ran out of the office without looking back, and before I could close the door, the door closed automatically.

Did I mention Xuanqing Zhenren? Or is there a curfew time limit here in Aoba? I glanced at my phone, and it was already past nine o'clock. Usually paranormal events are twelve o'clock in the middle of the night or two or three o'clock in the morning, right?

I sighed and shuffled home.

As I lay in bed, I had mixed feelings, not knowing whether to look forward to it, or to be afraid, or whether to rush adrenaline and fight the demon. In a moment of thought, I fell into a dream.

When I was conscious, I was standing in an empty hallway, with stairs in front of me. The stairwell has a whole wall of glass windows, but it seems to be an inferior set, and it is pitch black. As soon as I looked down, I saw a girl standing alone in front of the glass window at the corner of the stairs below. She had her back to me, apparently well-groomed, with a light-colored silk scarf tied around her neck.

The girl grabbed the ends of the silk scarf, wrapped it around her palm, round and round, and then reached out sharply and pulled the silk scarf tight.

I wanted to stop her, gritting my teeth and fighting the dream.

The girl's hand gradually pulled outward, and the silk scarf tightened and narrowed, creating a red mark on the girl's neck, dividing her slender neck into upper and lower sections.

I still couldn't feel my body, I could only watch, and I could hear the silk cracking when it was pulled. The voice began to sound louder. I heard the familiar "Kara", but it was slightly different from the sound I had heard, as if it had been slowed down.

The girl did not stop, and used a silk scarf to make an hourglass around her neck.

There was blood soaked in the silk scarf.

Collapse!

Boom!

The slender hands were raised flat to the sides, and the silk scarf was completely pulled apart and pulled into a straight line!

The girl's skull was bounced up, and after hitting the ground, it bounced several times, and rolled down the stairs.

My struggle came to an abrupt end.

The girl's headless body fell straight and straight, blood pouring out of the tightened scar in her neck and trickling down the steps.

I sighed feebly, a little carelessly.

After a while, everything in front of me returned to its original moment.

I didn't give up and made a second attempt, but it still ended with the girl falling to the ground.

And then the third time.

Boom!

Fourth.

Boom!

Fifth.

Collapse!

Boom!

I was stunned, but I saw the dark glass window light up, and a bright moon hung in the air, just in the place where the girl's missing head was.

The scene froze for a moment, the girl's body slowly fell, and I saw the part of the glass window that she was blocking.

There is a reflection on the glass window. Looking at the silhouette is a man sitting on the steps, taking the time to observe the tragic death of the girl.

I tried to lower my head to see what the demon was like, and suddenly I heard applause and an exclamation: "Perfect! ”

Perfect NMB!

I woke up in an instant from my anger.

It's dawn.

The dream is over.

But it's not over yet.

I rolled over and got out of bed, and instead of going to Aoba today, I went to the drama school early in the morning and rushed to the scene of the murder.

The murder scene was no different from what I saw yesterday, and I didn't get to see the girl's ghost.

Do you want to wait until the evening? I thought of the moon that took the girl's head.

At work that day, I pretended to be okay and went to the drama school after work.

It wasn't dark yet, so I had to sit and wait in an empty classroom.

Footsteps rang out in the classroom.

I looked up vigilantly, and saw the thin man and the fat man walking in.