I rushed to Ji Jiulan's office within an hour, and then followed her to see the body of the owner. Please copy this address to the browser to see that the body of the first time has not been cleaned, his neck was twisted, his skin was all cracked, the neck bone even punctured the skin and stretched out of the neck, and his clothes were full of blood.

Seeing this, I immediately understood why those people who were in the cinema that day were so frightened, seeing such a tragic death, and seven people who died at once, it is estimated that only psychopaths would be indifferent.

My gaze only lingered on the deceased's neck for 1 second before moving to the rest of his body, he was not injured, there was no sign of a fight, it seemed that death had come very suddenly. In addition, there was no yin qi on his body, and it felt like his soul had been taken away at the same time as he died, leaving nothing behind.

Ji Jiulan told me that the body was found in the old house yesterday. This morning, several technicians returned to the old house, and they had been looking for pieces of clothes, fibers, and the like from the pit where the corpses were buried, only to find the owner dead next to the burial pit.

The police contacted the family of the owner of the house, and his family said that the owner did not return home at all last night because the death environment was very cold, and the forensic doctor could not accurately determine the time of death, but could only roughly confirm that the owner of the house was killed within a few hours between 7 p.m. and 12 midnight.

This time is not the most active time for ghosts, but it basically coincides with the time of murder in the movie theater.

The bones of the children in the old house have been dug up, and their souls have died, but the murder of the severed neck continues, and the murderer is indeed someone else.

Will it be summer and winter? Or rather, the ghosts of summer and winter! After committing suicide in fear of sin, he turned into a ghost and continued to kill?

These speculations did not help me to find the real culprit, and all I could do was move to that old house for a few days to see if the police would find out Xia Dong's whereabouts first, or if I would wait for Xia Dong's ghost to appear first.

There was no heating in the old house, but after communication, the power was finally restored to the house. That afternoon, I moved two electric heaters and put them in the house, and prepared a bed and other messy things for the vigil. Actually, I'm not sure if it makes sense to do these things, but the only way I can think of is to wait for the rabbit.

The sun was still setting early, and the snack bar next door closed after 7 o'clock, and in another hour, there were few people in sight on the street in front of the door.

My bed was on the side of the door, with two electric heaters around me, and I lay on the bed watching a movie while waiting for the ghost to come to my door.

I watched two movies in a row, and it was midnight, and I was basically ready to go to bed at this time, but today I was ready to stay up all night. I got out of bed and moved, had another cup of coffee, and then stood in my room with my computer and flipped through sports news and stuff.

Suddenly, a private message sounded on my computer.

Leyitang's website is always open, and someone privately messaged me that there would be a voice prompt immediately, so I opened the mailbox and looked at it.

The ID of the message is Ding Dong, and the content is: Don't believe in nonsense, you will suffer.

This looks like a warning, and it's very pertinent, could it be her?

I remembered the female onmyoji who appeared before, although I didn't tell him my name and identity, but it seems that he has found out my bottom line.

Don't believe in nonsense...... Could it be that ghosts will deliberately deceive people? I've been an onmyoji for so many years, and I've seen more ghosts than I have walked on bridges, and there are powerful ghosts, but I really haven't seen a deceitful ghost, if there is really a ghost to deceive me, I really want to be on it, and I have a long experience.

"Thank you sister for your concern, Brother Le knows it."

I replied to her, and then completely shut down the website of Le Yi Tang, and I didn't want to see her messages again tonight.

Even though I had two electric heaters, it was still a bit cold in the room, and I was lying on the bed all the time in the middle of the night, covered to my neck, and this posture of curling up in the quilt made me more and more confused. Just when I was half asleep, a cold wind suddenly blew and blew through the quilt, and I couldn't help but shiver all over my body.

I suddenly came to my senses and looked around the house with my eyes wide open, and after a while, a man in his 30s opened the door and came in.

The man was very thin, his cheeks were sunken inward, his hair had not been brushed and washed for a long time, it was messy and dirty, and his clothes were shabby and sloppy, but the paper pocket he held in his hand was new and clean.

He's not a ghost, and I don't see a trace of yin in him. He didn't show any surprise when he saw me, but nodded and smiled at me as if he were an acquaintance, then beckoned to me, and headed straight for the back room.

I quickly got out of bed and followed, but when I came to the back room, I found that it was not empty, there were simple tables and chairs, and a box-spring bed.

The man put the paper pocket on the bed, opened it, and took out a pink and white dress from it.

"This is for you, do you like it? Come and put it on. He smiled at me.

Something wasn't right, it seemed like a dream, but it clearly didn't belong to me.

Am I psychic while half-asleep?

I stared at the man in front of me, and then reached over to touch him to take a look, but my hand couldn't be lifted at all, and my whole body was out of my control! I instinctively felt a panic, and after a brief panic, I was noticeably shorter, and I needed to look up to see the man.

"Come and put it on, it's going to be beautiful." The man handed me his clothes and said.

I didn't answer him, but shook my head.

The smile on the man's face disappeared suddenly, he walked over and grabbed my arm and threw me on the bed, then roughly ripped off my clothes, and then forced the dress on top of me! I didn't feel humiliated by putting on my dress, because my heart was filled with fear, and I had only one thought in my head - I didn't want to die......

I snapped my eyes open, and sat up from the bed with a snort.

I'm already lying on the bed in the doorway, the two electric heaters are still working, and my computer is already on standby with a black screen. I reached out and wiped the sweat off my face, then got up and went to the back room to take a look, and there was nothing but the unfilled burial pit in the corner.

What happened just now was not a dream, it was something that had happened in this house, but unfortunately I didn't see the whole thing, and I woke up before I even put on the dress.

"Who's here? Come out! I shouted in the back room.

But all that responded to me was an echo. Island anti-Nongba.

I returned to the front room and called Ji Jiulan. It's already two o'clock in the morning, but Ji Jiulan doesn't seem to be sleeping, and she picks up the phone when it only rings.

I asked her to send me a picture of Xia Dong, and she quickly sent me a recent half-length photo of a middle-aged man. The man in the photo was fat and looked fierce, and it was obviously not the same person as the thin man I had seen earlier.

"This fat man is Xia Dong?" I asked Ji Jiulan suspiciously after seeing the photo.

"Yes, the house was his, we have confirmed it repeatedly, and we can't be wrong. Did you find anything? Ji Jiulan asked.

"I saw a man just now, but it's not Xia Dong, he's a thin man, very sloppy, about 30 years old, I feel that the murderer is probably not Xia Dong." I replied.

"Can you tell me more about the man's appearance?" Ji Jiulan asked.

"Almost."

"Okay, then you come to the bureau tomorrow morning, and I'll arrange for someone to draw the man you see."

I said yes and hung up. I was so awake all night after that I couldn't fall asleep even if I wanted to. The fear of death that I had experienced in my previous brief psychic had been hovering in my heart for a long time, and it felt strangely real, more real than every psychic before.

I'm also afraid of death, but compared to ordinary people, I guess my fear of death is much lighter, and although I don't know exactly where I'll go after death, I still know the general process, so when I talk about death, I can still deal with it calmly.

Perhaps it was because of my indifference to death that the fear I had just experienced was so strong, so strong that my body kept trembling, and it didn't stop until dawn.

At 9 a.m., I arrived at Ji Jiulan's office. She looked a little surprised when she saw me, saying that my face was very bad, and I quickly looked in the mirror, which also startled me. In the mirror, my face was gray, my eye sockets were black, my forehead was dull, and my whole body was covered in a cloud of black gas.

This doesn't bode well, and apparently the "weird dream" I had last night had some bad effect on me, and I can't help but think of the advice that "Jingle Bell" left for me.

Could it be that the recent frequent channeling has opened my subconscious to ghosts, which has given these guys a chance? Maybe I should really pause my channeling and use something more conventional.

Half an hour later, the work on the portrait began. I thought there was a sketcher who drew the picture according to my description, but in fact there was no artist at all, I just found the matching one in the computer's face shape and facial features library and pasted it, a bit like the process of pinching the face when choosing a character in a video game.

When it was almost 12 o'clock, I finally "pinched" out that thin face.

The subsequent work is still handed over to the computer, and Ji Jiulan said that the computer will scan the face and find people with similar facial features, as long as there is this face in the count, you can find it.

I thought it was another long process, but it came out in less than half an hour, and I went to look at the photo of the person I found out, and that was the face I saw in my "dream" yesterday. It's just that the person in the photo has his eyes closed, and there is almost no blood on his face, which is obviously a dead man!

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