The shadow did not move, but let the young man sit there, curled up like a child who was afraid of thunder and lightning, and afraid of the dark.

Ten minutes later, the young man stopped trembling, took out his mobile phone, dialed the number, and whispered with a strange smile: "Third child, you come to Wangjiaxiang Road." Come over quickly, I'm waiting for you, Lao Shen and I are waiting for you. ”

He hung up his phone and stood up, and the phone fell out of his hand. He walked to the bathroom, snapped a piece from the shattered mirror, and slitted his own throat in front of the tub like the man before him. Instead of bending down to bleed, he stepped into the bathtub and lay down, allowing his blood and other fluids to cover his body. His eyes widened, his body slowly sank, and his whole person was gradually covered with red liquid.

The young man appeared in the right eye of the dark shadow. He lay in a daze in his eyeballs, in the same position as he had died, motionless.

December 1, 2007, analysis of video files. Audio file 04120071201av.

“…… These are antique, coins from hundreds of years ago. The coins of the prosperous era have righteousness......"

……

“…… I'm waiting for you. Lao Shen and I are waiting for you......"

The thing didn't speak, it kept making a sound. Leaf, do you know what this thing is? ”

"It's just a ghost that has been raised, and it should usually be raised with blood, and the rest is not clear. Everyone's method of raising ghosts is different. ”

"Tsk, this is too unreliable, let a young man mess around with this kind of thing. Who is that Ge Song's master? ”

"According to the household registration, his adoptive father's name is Ge Sang."

"Ge Jiamu...... Ge Jiamu's ghost-raising magic weapon actually uses gold tools, and it seems that he is a third-rate guy. This ghost is not shallow, I'm afraid it wasn't caught by Ge Sang or Ge Song. Ge Jiamu's people raise ghosts with gold tools, and they also use blood to raise them, no wonder they are backlashed. ”

"So how to solve this? Can you knock it off? ”

"The leader's punch is not flying."

"No, contact Ge Jiamu's people and let them handle it themselves."

"You can also sell a favor by the way."

"It's not a favor, it's a slap in the face."

"Hehe, it's a cool thing to slap in the face."

"It's not your turn to slap your face."

"We are a unit, of course it is Aoba who slaps the face."

"I'm going to get in touch."

"Well, go ahead."

"Ling, don't forget to report our name as Aoba!"

"Ling is not the two of you boring people."

"Nangong, you're too boring......"

"Compared to that, the matter of the second hard drive, should we check?"

"Huh? What is the second hard drive? ”

"Oh, by the way, Mushroom, you woke up late yesterday and didn't know about it."

"What the hell is going on?"

After Shen Zhu died, the second child watched the video, went crazy, deleted the things in the hard drive, and the hard drive was used as evidence and brought back to the police station by the police. This Tiange had an accident, and the police found another hard drive in the next room. Someone installed a hard drive there, turned on the camera, and continued to shoot, which was the result of Tiange's death. Moreover, this hard drive has also been deleted. ”

"Could it be the second one?"

"Isn't he crazy?"

"What did the police say?"

"I haven't figured out who did it."

"Let the Ge family deal with it first. There's no rush on this matter. If the Ge family disposed of this ghost, we wouldn't have to continue to investigate. ”

On December 1, 2007, Ge Jiamu was contacted to deal with the matter and received a positive reply.

On December 4, 2007, Ge Jiamu killed two people, and the ghost escaped.

On December 5, 2007, video file 04120071204avi was obtained.

The black shadow sat in the room, and in the two eyes, the dried corpse in the left eye was gone, and the young man in the right eye had become a dry corpse, still lying in a position unchanged.

Two seconds later, the shadow turned to look at the door, opened its mouth, and smiled at it. The smile was hideous, and the red eyes lit up in the night, and the scarlet light was very uncomfortable.

There was a noise in the lock, and someone was trying to open it.

The shadow stood up and stepped back to the balcony window.

The door was opened, and two men with serious faces walked in through the door, locking on to the dark shadow at first glance. The two of them are old and young, the old man has gray temples and many wrinkles on his face, but looking at the posture of standing and walking, you can know that he is in good health. He held in his hand a stake, thick on his thighs and long in arms, and carved a towering tree from its bark, with dense branches and leaves, covering the entire stake. The young man had sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and he was upright at first glance. He also holds something in his hand, it is a wooden sword, and the sword body also has patterns, but it is not a tree, but a hollow pattern, but it is also generally different in the hollow pattern, not symmetrical and regular.

The black shadow was still smiling when he saw the two of them, and the light from those eyes was even stronger, illuminating the room.

The two men were shocked, and held the stump and the wooden sword in front of them, respectively.

Boom!

The door closes.

Small red dots appeared on the surface of the two pieces of wood, similar to those of human bleeding under the skin.

The faces of the two became more and more ugly.

The old man gritted his teeth, "That traitor actually raised ghosts with blood and raised a terrible ghost!" Where the hell did he get his human blood? ”

The young man's face turned pale, and his body trembled slightly, "Grandpa, no, it's ...... go on like this"

The old man pointed a wooden stake at the black shadow, "Help me protect the Dharma!" As soon as he spoke, he pushed his hand, and the stake flew straight towards the shadow. I couldn't understand the trick with his free hands, I just felt dazzled, and after a few strokes, he made a complex gesture on his chest, and the words were in his mouth. His voice was loud, louder and clearer than the voice of the young man who had taken out the bronze coin sword and released the black shadow before, so that I could hear that he was not speaking normal language, but syllables. The words were clear, but the speed of speech was very fast, and I read a string in the blink of an eye, and my brain couldn't keep up with this speed at all.

The young man held the sword beside the old man, and the sword in his hand danced out a few sword flowers, and where the tip of the sword crossed, there seemed to be a flash of green, which was very conspicuous in the red light.

I really didn't expect this video to become a ghost hunting battle, but it can't compare to the gorgeous special effects in the movie, the light and shadow effects are very average, and the screen is full of red light from the eyes of black shadows.

I blinked, and saw that the red light had somehow turned into a state of mist, like a mist of blood, that permeated the room.

The stake struggled in the blood mist, stagnating in mid-air, like a magic scene.

The young man danced the sword for a moment, and suddenly coughed up a mouthful of black blood, the green light of the tip of the sword disappeared, the red dots on the sword body expanded rapidly, and a viscous red liquid dripped from the tip of the sword to the ground.

There was a soft "click".

The vomiting of blood by the relatives did not disturb the old man's recitation, but such a sound that was almost drowned out by the young man's coughing and wheezing made the old man's heart tremble, and his expression and body shape changed, and he was unable to persevere. The stakes in mid-air trembled, making a "click" sound of wood cracking. The large tree pattern on the stake is covered with a layer of blood.

The old man couldn't hold it anymore and spat out a mouthful of blood, and the incantation that had been struggling to support and slow down the pace of speech a second ago was interrupted.

Click!

The stake in mid-air was powerless, and it cracked completely, bursting out a cloud of viscous blood and spilling it all over the ground along with the sawdust.

The old man spat out another mouthful of blood, no longer black blood, but bright red blood, and the whole person fell to the ground, vomiting blood. The blood spread beneath him, and as he vomited blood, his body lost its moisture and evolved into a dry corpse.

The blood mist in the room was still there, but the dark shadow's eyes had become dull, retreating from the eyeballs to the original red dot state, and the red dots were still flickering and flickering, no longer stable.

The old man lost his ability to resist, and beside him, the young man's eyes were blank, and he lowered his hand, and after a few seconds, he raised his hand again, and raised the wooden sword, which was completely covered in blood and still dripping blood.