My name is Luo Xiaohao, and I am a fish spirit master.

In the six months since I became a fish spirit master, I have experienced big and small twists and turns, and I have transformed from a rookie to an excellent fish spirit master.

The fish spirit master level is distributed as an intern spirit master, a spirit forging level, a spirit extraction level, a middle combination level, a soul transformation level, and a law level, and there are some more esoteric levels behind, because it is too far away from me, I will not explain it for the time being.

Corresponding to the formation period, transformation period, dehumidification period, ghost period, wheel breaking period, and agility period of the fallen soul, under normal circumstances, the strength of the same level, the spirit master is relatively restrained from the fallen soul.

However, the spirit master's reserve of wish power is far less than that of the fallen soul's resentment, which is not suitable for a protracted war, and if the fallen soul cannot be suppressed for a long time, it will basically be killed.

My current strength is the limit of the middle merger level, and there are countless forms of curse killing, unlike ordinary people, I can use both the power of will and the power of resentment, and I call the new system of merging the two power systems the state of integration.

In the state of merger, my wish power is many times stronger than that of ordinary spirit masters, and I can also carry out out-of-body long-range attacks within a certain range like resentment.

In addition, I also have two or three forbidden forms of curse killing, and once sacrificed, I can easily kill the enemy by leaping over the level.

However, the cooldown is very long, and it can't be used easily until it's a matter of life and death, as the risk is very high enough to be fatal.

That being said, I've used all of these forbidden spells so far. The first time was the first mission I received when I joined the supernatural incident investigation team, and with the strength of the Spirit Refining Rank, I used the Celestial Dragon Rule to shoot and kill the fallen souls of the extreme of the dehumidification period that I couldn't match.

The second time he participated in the supernatural incident investigation team fraternity, he was ambushed by the people of the dark world, used another forbidden spell, and fought the enemy for a long time, and finally escaped the siege.

The third time, and the heaviest battle I've ever experienced, was the enemy I faced from Mr. Wood Spirit Master Wing, who had been eyeing me from the beginning, and was also the top researcher of the Paranormal Incident Investigation Team, whose real name was Jiao Zhinian.

Jiao python plugs in the wings and becomes a dragon, Jiao's obsession is to turn into a dragon, so usually when secretly moving outside the organization, he will call himself Mr. Wing.

His strength is very strong, and he has no less forbidden spells than me, so for this reason, he also deliberately used Qianyuan Stone to create a space that can block the sense of rule.

This also made it easier for me to use the forbidden spell, and it also created a place for the sturgeon to manifest without any worries.

Before the sturgeon appeared from my knowledge of the sea, I had no less than a thousand thoughts with Jiaozhi, and finally sacrificed the chassis, and the three forbidden spells were sacrificed at the same time.

At that moment, I thought that the battle was over, who knows, Jiao Zhinian actually used more forbidden spells than me, although his forbidden spells are not as powerful as mine, but he is skilled, and can manipulate five forbidden spells at the same time.

It was also at this moment that I began to realize the strength of the enemy, and I had a more cautious mentality than I did.

From the very beginning he sensed my presence, oh no, it was the presence of the sturgeon, I could feel the thought of the sturgeon, he didn't tell me where he came from, he only told me his purpose, he wanted to eat the sturgeon.

Only by eating the sturgeon in the true sense can there be a greater chance of evolving from a python to a dragon.

It's roughly like this, I don't remember exactly what it is, most of what he said is a language I don't understand, what dragons, supreme laws, etc.

At that time, he said a key point, but was interrupted by the sturgeon, and for the first time I saw the sturgeon in real form, it was no longer a fish, but a heroic man.

Thanks to the space created by Jiaozhi's thoughts, the sturgeon had a chance to appear, and as soon as it appeared, it had the strength to suppress Jiaozhi's thoughts.

But the battle is far from so simple, although Jiao's thoughts are suppressed, but the whole process seems to be easy, but the state of the sturgeon is obviously declining.

The enemy was able to withstand the combined attack of me and the sturgeon with his own strength without summoning the contract spirit, and gradually gained the upper hand in flipping the situation.

I can't find the adjectives to describe how terrifying this guy's strength is, he is the strongest person I've ever seen, and I haven't been able to figure out his true strength until the end of the battle and his death.

Yes, I won that battle, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to stand here and continue to kill fish.

At that time, the decisive victory was only in a split second, and the sturgeon was forced to retreat, looming on its body, and it seemed that it would not last long and would soon disappear.

And my state... It is not dangerous to children, his hands are broken, the meridians of his legs are all shattered, and few bones on his body are intact, just hanging on his breath.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a desperate situation, watching the sturgeon being forced to retreat and about to disappear, I am very unwilling to know that my fate will not be long, and the past of life is like a marquee flashing in my head, and suddenly I see a ray of hope, I remember an incident that happened before, so as to draw a guess.

The sense of urgency that my life hung by a thread didn't give me more time to test the guess, and I had to gamble with a glimmer of hope.

At that time, I only said a word and turned the situation around that could not be reversed.

"Spit on... My awakened ability is to listen to other people's complaints, speaking of which, I haven't heard your complaints, isn't it... Ahem...... Aren't you human......"

I used my last breath to say this sentence, which was very ridiculous in Jiao Zhinian's eyes, and he said: "Of course I am a human being, okay, in order to express my gratitude to you for helping me cultivate food, I will complain in my heart, probably, you can only hear one sentence, listen carefully." ”

In short, my strength is not as simple as it seems.

……

After listening to this series of strange talks, Fengchen didn't know how to describe his mood, so he had to pretend to be flat and asked: "Sister Xiyue, you broke the taboo of entering after seven o'clock?"

Wang Xiyue said fearfully: "I only found out about this strange talk the day before yesterday, I don't know if it's true."

Judging from the school's attitude towards this violin club, there is a chance that this rumor is true. That [ghost] is in this room, and after seven o'clock in the evening, it cleans up all the people who are still here. Fengchen explained in a heavy tone, he had always been extremely afraid of strange cases.

Wang Xiyue guessed and asked, "Why was it okay after I went in that night?" Could it be that it was too late and the prisoner was sleeping at home!? ”

"Nope! Sister Xiyue, the reason why you were able to escape from the clutches of the devil is because ......"

"What you said, president", Meng Ying, who was silent on the side, took over the wind and dust: "If the strange ballad is true, then it must be what you said at the time, president, that resonated with the prisoner, or touched it, so it let you go."

Fengchen said approvingly: "What Xiaoying said is right."

"My words?" Wang Xiyue was a little confused, and couldn't help but think in her heart: Could it be that my words moved the prisoner!? Impossible, the prisoner was so cruel, how could he be easily moved.

"Sister Xiyue, have you read "The Window" written by Tigert?"

Wang Xiyue shook her head.

Meng Ying explained: "Tiger is an Australian female writer, and the whole book of "Window" is only more than 1,200 words, but the connotation is very rich. Therefore, when the translation was published in the July 1987 issue of Foreign Anthology, it was soon selected as a middle school textbook, such as the 20th lesson of the eighth grade of the Sujiao edition. When I first read this article, I felt that it was like a clear spring; Reading it again, it is like an olive in the mouth, and the more you chew it, the more it tastes. If O'Henry is the originator of writing, then Tiger should be his best advocate and best interpreter. ”

"These strange rumors and ballads immediately reminded me of Tigert's "The Window", and this is the only one that can explain everything." Fengchen said to Meng Ying: "You and Sister Xiyue read the original text of "Window", remember, just read the original text, don't say the rest."

"Why don't you read it yourself?"

Fengchen said disapprerovingly: "I read the article a few years ago, and after so long, I have long forgotten the original text."

"Okay, then I'll read it." Meng Ying took out her mobile phone and read: "In the ward of a hospital, there were two patients who were in serious condition. The room is very small and can only accommodate two beds. The ward has a door and a window that opens onto a hallway through which you can see the outside world.

One of the patients was allowed to sit up for an hour each morning and afternoon, respectively. The patient's bed was near the window.

Another patient had to lie in a hospital bed day and night. Of course, both patients need to be treated in recuperation. What made them particularly distressed was that their illness did not allow them to do anything for recreation, neither reading books nor newspapers, nor listening to the radio or watching television...... Only lying quietly. And it's just the two of them. Oh, the two of them talk a lot, and they talk for hours. They talked about their families, their wives and children, their jobs, what they had done during the war, where they had taken vacations, and so on. Every morning and afternoon, when the time is up, the patient near the window is helped up and begins an hour-long sit-on session. At this point, he began to describe to his companions what he saw outside the window. Gradually, these two hours a day became almost the entire content of his life and that of his companions.

Apparently, this window overlooks a park with a lake of water on which flocks of wild ducks and swans roam. Some of the children in the park are throwing bread to feed the waterfowl, and some are fiddling with model yachts. A young couple walks arm in arm in the shade of a tree. The park is full of flowers, mainly roses, but it is also surrounded by colorful peonies and calendula. In the corner of the park, there is a tennis court, and sometimes the matches played there are really exciting, and from time to time there are a few cricket matches, although the ball skills are not up to the level of the official finals, but some of them are better than nothing. There's also a lawn over there for playing with wooden balls. At the end of the park is a row of shops looming behind the downtown area.

The lying patient listened to all this with relish. Every minute of this moment was a treat for him. The description continues: how a child almost fell into the lake, how beautiful a girl in a summer dress is. Then came a thrilling tennis match. He listened to the vivid description, as if he had seen what was happening outside the window.

One afternoon, when he heard a patient by the window say that a cricket player was slowly hitting the ball all over the place, the patient who was not near the window suddenly had an idea: why is the person next to the window having the privilege of seeing everything outside the window? Why don't you deserve this opportunity? He was ashamed that he would think that way, and tried not to think so. However, the more he restrained himself, the more intense this thought became, until a few days later it had become more and more to why not be me next to the window.

He was troubled by this thought all the time, and at night, he couldn't sleep all night. As a result, the condition worsened day by day, and doctors did not know the cause of it.

One night, as usual, he stared at the ceiling with his eyes open. At this moment, his companion suddenly woke up and began to cough loudly, his breathing was rapid, intermittently, the liquid had filled his lungs, he groped with both hands, looking for the button of the electric bell, as soon as the electric bell rang, the nurse on duty immediately arrived.

The other patient, however, watched without moving. I thought: Why did he occupy the bed in the window?

The sound of a painful cough broke the silence of the night. One after another...... Stuck ...... Stopped...... Eventually, the sound of breathing stopped.

The other patient was still staring at the ceiling.

The next morning, the paramedics brought rinse, and when they found that the patient had already lost his breath, they quietly carried the body out without any fuss.

After a few days, it seemed that the opening was proper by this time. The remaining patient immediately asked if he could move to the bed at the window. The paramedics carried him over and settled him comfortably into the hospital bed. Then they left the room, leaving him lying quietly.

As soon as the doctor left, the patient struggled in agony, propped up on one arm, and panted for breath. He looked out the window.

All he saw was a bare wall. ”

Fengchen raised his hand with difficulty and asked, "Why are you looking at your phone?"

"Because I'm almost done, although the full text is only 1,200 words in total, but after a long time, I will forget it. And there's a mobile network available, why don't I use it?! ”

"Well, your statement makes sense, but I don't agree with it."

After listening to this, Wang Xiyue asked: "Could it be... The prisoner is the patient who survived?! ”

Sister Xiyue, who has always been not afraid of heaven and earth, was so downcast that she questioned the existence of fictional characters, which made Fengchen feel distressed again: "Sister Xiyue, this is just a story, the surviving patient is just a character in the story, it is impossible to come out to commit a crime."

Meng Ying also explained with the conclusion of her own reasoning: "The murderer is imitating the crime, only imitating the plot of the story, with his own method, to complete this series of crimes!"