Milu said mysteriously, "I dreamed that a nocturnal warrior was shuttling through the city with a big knife. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"I've watched too many martial arts movies, kid." Bufan pouted and said.

"Ask me what dreams I had, and laugh at people when I say it." Miru pouted and feigned anger.

Seeing that Han Ren didn't speak for a long time, he kept frowning and lowering his head to think about something, so he asked him, "What do you think?" ”

Han Ren shook his head, "It stands to reason that the murderer stabbed the deceased so many times, and the blood would definitely splash all over his body, but we have checked the trajectory of the blood jet, and it turned out that it was all sprayed on the ground, so much blood should have footprints, but there is nothing, it's like..." ”

"Speaking of which, don't you mean that there is no murderer in this murder case? Isn't this back to square one? Bufan said.

"Hey, what did that kill this pervert?" Han Ren hung his head and said.

"It's okay, either people did it or ghosts did it, Extraordinary Spirit Detective will help you check." After speaking, Bufan suddenly remembered a question, so he asked Han Ren, "What about the knife?" Have you checked it? ”

"A steel knife, not big, the size of a fruit knife, very sharp, that kind of knife is everywhere, and there is nothing special about it." Han Ren replied.

Since Cao Yan had that weird dream, he has been unable to stay in class all day long, and he has no intention of going to class, skipping class every day, nesting in the dormitory and playing games, trying to numb himself, so that he can come out of the shadow of this incident as soon as possible, and let his roommate take three meals a day.

Since that day, Cao Yan hasn't dreamed for a long time.

Until a week later......

The sun shone warmly in the classroom, and Cao Yan, who was by the window, listened to the professor talking about boring calculus, his eyes fought, and he slowly fell on the table and surrendered to the sleepy bug.

He suddenly came to an underground parking lot, although it was daytime, the parking lot was very dark, the lights flickered and flickered, dim, a fashionably dressed woman in her thirties "clucked" on high heels approaching a red sports car, completely unaware of the darkness around the corner hidden a man, this man wore a peaked cap, the brim was pressed very low, covered the mask, slowly walked towards the woman, the fashionable woman hummed happily, completely unaware of the danger that was quietly coming.

Just when the fashionable woman opened the car door and was about to go in, the man in the cap suddenly stepped forward, covering the woman's mouth with one hand, and holding a knife against the woman's neck with the other hand, and pushing the lower lever into the car.

The cap cut the woman's throat with a knife, grabbed the bag and ran, but bumped into Cao Yan head-on, Cao Yan indifferently took out a knife and stabbed him fiercely......

Cao Yan woke up from his dream sweating profusely, and when he looked up, the professor was still lecturing, and his table mate was looking down to read a novel.

Cao Yan thought to himself: It's over, it's over!

Cao Yan's worst fear still happened, he killed someone again, and the person he killed in his dream was really dead in reality!

The woman was not dead, and when she woke up from her coma, she told the police that the robber had not been running for a few steps before he heard his terrible roar, as if he had been greatly frightened before he died.

"It's still the same murderer who did it" Han Ren told Bufan: "It's the same as the S big murder case, there is no trace of the murderer." ”

"Have you ever watched Siwang Notes?" Bufan thought for a moment and asked.

"Siwang Notes? No, what is it? Han Ren asked.

Mi Lu raised her hand and preemptively said, "I know, I know. She looked at Han Ren, "It's a comic book from the island country, which tells the story of the protagonist Night God Moon who got a notebook called "Siwang Notes" from the god of death, and if you write someone's name on it, that person will die. In the middle of the night, he was a jealous and hateful, righteous young man, he saw the bad guys who were not punished by the law in the TV report, so he wrote the name of the bad guy in the notebook, and the bad guy died... As for him, he will punish the evil in his own way..."

"Punish the murderer in your own way?"

"Don't you think of the murderer and the night god moon...... Similar to it? Bufan said.

"So what? He's definitely not the Night God Moon," Han Ren said.

"The Chinese version of the Night God Moon." Bufan smiled, "Maybe he also has a siwang notebook." So there is no trace of the killing, just write the name of the person in the notebook. ”

"According to what you say, the Chinese version of the Night God Moon is even more powerful, it can predict the occurrence of crimes, and it can kill the bad guys on the spot."

"Could it be that the Chinese version of the Night God Moon also has a powerful Grim Reaper by his side?" Extraordinary thought.

"Isn't the Chinese version of the Grim Reaper a ghost?" Qiu'er said.

"We ghosts don't kill people, we can kill evil spirits when we can't help ourselves, but people... Never! That's the biggest taboo! If anyone commits this sin, do you know what the punishment is? Ah Quan glared and said, "Ashes!" Gone forever and ever. ”

"But you can do it yourself, instigating or confusing the living to kill for yourself." Bufan said, "Is this possible?" ”

"No way!" Ah Quan affirmed, "I said Uncle Lu, if you can't catch the murderer, don't splash the dirty water on us, okay?" ”

Bufan smiled, "It's not like I don't have a clue, just open my brain, analyze and analyze any situation." ”

"I look at Miss Qiu'er's face, I don't care about you" Ah Quan turned to Qiu'er and smiled, "Qiu'er is really getting more and more beautiful, this figure, practicing yoga is getting better and better." ”

Qiu'er lowered her head and smiled slightly, and Ah Quan immediately thought of a sour verse: the most gentle thing is that she bows her head, just like a water lotus, which is not too shy to cool the breeze.

"Have you recently received a few ghosts who have been killed by knives in your lot? A middle-aged man in brown clothes and a young man in a peaked cap. Qiu'er asked.

"Yes, isn't it some time ago, I collected it in a row and sent it to the underworld, it is said that those two ghosts did a lot of bad things when they were people, and if they didn't do it, they would have to go to eighteen layers of hell." Ah Quan replied truthfully.

"Didn't they say anything? For example, how did he die? Bufan asked.

"No, I'm a person who doesn't like to chat, so I'll ask a ghost a short question."

Bufan glanced at Ah Quan and said with a smile, "I don't like to chat, I don't like to chat, I don't tease." ”

"That's because in front of people you like, you talk to get her attention, have you ever loved someone? Do you understand? Ah Quan said disdainfully.

"What? You like me? I'm telling you, I don't like men..."

", I don't like men either!" Ah Quan yelled.