"Don't think about it yet. Qingyou stretched out his hand and pushed me, and said in a condensed voice: "Spiritual power is difficult to gather and easy to disperse, and it can't be exposed to the air for too long, but this doesn't mean that there is no way to preserve it at all." Let's think about the problem of charms, since it's so difficult to draw, have you lost your spiritual power, have you lost your charms?"

Qingyou said, I also remembered the small book and pen that the old lady Yu gave me a few days ago, if it is really calculated, it should be able to preserve spiritual power. However, this is not the crux of the matter, as he said, I should be well aware of how difficult the spell is to draw, in this case, the charm belonging to our faction should be drawn by no one other than me, so, where did his charm come from?

Have I ever lost a charm?

I blinked, and began to quickly retrace the days since I had drawn my first spell. At the beginning, because of the excitement and the small number of charms, almost every time I drew one or used one, I would add one or subtract one from the bottom of my heart, and at that time, it was impossible to lose the charm.

Now, even though I often have a dozen or twenty charms in my bag, it's not hard to remember the exact number after dividing it into several types. It's just that, because I know that my strength is not good, it is inevitable that I will draw more soldiers when I draw talismans, so I just have a vague impression of the number of this type of talismans, specifically...... I can't tell.

But even so, these days, most of the time I either stay in Qingze Hospital, or just run outside with them, and my bag is basically on my body, and it is not so easy to lose the talisman.

I couldn't help but feel a big head.

"Can't you really think of it?" asked Qingyou.

"It seems that there really isn't. "I didn't dare to say it completely, after all, I don't carry a bag twenty-four hours a day. Also, I had some charms in my bedside drawer the other day, and if I had lost them from there, I really couldn't have known in the first place. But thinking of what Qingyou had said with a pat on his chest, I still wanted to confirm it again: "Just these days, have you felt that anyone has entered 612, except for the four of us, as well as you and the old demon." ”

"Nope. Qingyou shook his head and denied without even thinking about it: "Except for last night, when the cat demon raided, you 610 didn't even go in to clean the aunt." ”

“......”

"Do you think it's possible to lose the talisman in the hospital?" Qingyou was a little displeased: "Although I can't sense the specific behavior of the soul, but do you think, how far is it from the sixth floor to the door of your 612? Do you want to turn around and look for it after entering the room? How long does it take in between? If so, I'll stand at the door without waiting for the person who came to steal the talisman to find the talisman?"

Compared to my hesitation, Qingyou's self-confidence easily prevailed.

"If it wasn't here, where would it be?" I patted my head, trying to remember.

"Do you need to work so hard?" Qingyou reminded again: "Didn't you live in the school dormitory before you came here?

His mood swings today seem to be much stronger than before, and while I was thinking about his prompts, I wondered if it was because of the coming of the decisive battle, Qingyou, who had always used a calm expression as his spokesperson, began to be irritable.

"School, school?" I muttered, and suddenly after Chen Wenbo's death, the images of me and Li Yubo looking for clues in his office slowly appeared in my mind. I remember very well that I was knocked unconscious that day, and when I woke up, not only was all the spiritual power in my body gone, but even the charm I put on my body was taken out and torn to pieces!

Yes, those charms that might have been put in front of Luo Ze and Qingyou for them to tear into a corner turned into a ball of waste paper in the office that day. If the spell was really lost, the only thing that could only be done was that time.

Because, who would have just woken up from a coma, trapped by one mystery after another, and could not see the way forward, and still have the heart to put together their own torn into pieces of charms, and count how many there are? And think about it again, it was that day that the gold earrings we found from Chen Wenbo's office disappeared together, and it was not until this morning, on Zhao Yinyin's earlobe, that I saw them again.

So, Lao Fan is actually the one behind the Hua brothers, does he belong to the gang?

I suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, and I didn't dare to continue thinking about it, but right now, I really couldn't think of anything other than this possibility.

"Got it?" The people sitting around me were all connoisseurs, and I couldn't control my emotions, and all of a sudden, everyone's eyes were focused on me again.

"Could it be that Chen Wenbo died?"

"Which time?"

"You mean......" Luo Ze, who has been a criminal for many years, has obviously heard and indirectly participated in Chen Wenbo's case, so he may know something about the situation that day and my coma. He only thought about it for a moment, and suddenly thought of the crux of the question: "I know the time you said, Su Ran, your spell was torn by someone that time, right?"

“......”

It's good to have a teammate who is too capable, too smart, and too active. Luo Ze's eyes became brighter and brighter, this was the performance of his brain at high speed, and after a few minutes of contemplation, he smoothly connected the cause, process, and result of this matter, and came to a positive conclusion.

"Su Ran, don't think about it, it's the time to designate. He shook his head and sighed: "I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it, this plan is really one ring after another, knowing that Zhao Yinyin was separated from the cursed object as a vessel for raising powerful ghosts, and then he used this to design Chen Wenbo's death, leading you to investigate, just stealing your spiritual power and charms for later use, and then turning Chen Wenbo into a ghost and hiding it, leaving it as a backhand to deal with Meng Lanqiu." ”

Luo Ze's tone was full of sighs, he was able to design such a closely connected plan, and he could make everything follow his plan with extraordinary means, which was nothing missing. There is such an existence standing on the opposite side of Meng Lanqiu, and helping us step by step, it seems that our victory rate is not as low as we thought before.

As for me, after listening to Luo Ze say this, I couldn't help but smile bitterly. Because after thinking about it, I calculated the sum of the spiritual power I had lost, and I still felt that it was not quite right in my heart, after all, it took a little bit of spiritual power to activate the charm, just talking about the spiritual power that was lost for the first time, it was not a problem to activate a dozen or so at all.

So, could it be that all the spiritual power I lost was fed to someone who has a growth-type spiritual root like a hadron like a hadron?

I thought, turned my head to look at the hadron who didn't know what he was thinking, and sighed in my heart.

This problem is solved for the time being, because no matter what you think, what Lao Fan is doing now is for our good. And when I went to Luoyang, Wang Zhiyang successfully contacted Lao Zheng Tou and asked for Lao Fan's call, but as we expected, the latter hung up directly the moment the phone was connected, and then called again, it was already in a state of unreachable.

Now, it's not clear what role Lao Fan will play in this upcoming decisive battle, but since he doesn't want us to contact him, even if we go to the door, we won't be able to see him.

So the conversation quickly turned to what to do.

Now, Meng Lanqiu's subordinates have been almost cleared by us, except for the Liu Sheng Daoist who does not know life and death, there seems to be no soldiers on his side who can handle it.

Speaking of which, Qingyou was charged again: the cat demon who was killed again, in order to prevent her from resurrecting, he directly drew three or five charms for fixing the soul, wrapped the latter into zongzi, and threw it into the warehouse. In fact, I am waiting for tomorrow to reach the twentieth day of Yin and Yang, open the door on the fifth floor, throw this cat demon inside, and close it for twenty or thirty years.

Then, after considering the personal comprehensive combat strength analysis of our people, Luo Ze made a simple strategic deployment and asked Qingyou to arrange it for us on the eighth floor.

On the eighth floor, there is no ward, but there are many warehouses. We don't pay much attention to food and housing, and there is a warehouse on the eighth floor that was originally used for temporary hospital beds, and after turning out seven or eight simple hospital beds from it, except for Hu Nanzhen, Chu Yuetong, and the crow spirit girl, these women chose another warehouse to live alone, and we, the men, put the beds in Qingyou's office.

At this moment, the office, which was originally quite spacious, suddenly became a little crowded.

After making the bed, I found an excuse to go downstairs for a supper without a full meal, and left Qingze Hospital with my bag. It was already the middle of spring, and at eight or nine o'clock there were many citizens who had eaten and gone out for a walk, so I followed them around and turned to a small park north of Kiyotaek Hospital.

It is said to be a park, but it is actually a wasteland, which has been cleaned up and planted with ornamental trees and flowers, paved with stone paths, and gravel paths scattered on the lawn. Although Zhengzhou's housing prices have risen steadily at the rate of a green train, this rare green space has been retained.

I walked in by myself with my bag on my back, found a long stone bench with no one among the trees and flowers, and sat down, and at the same time opened my backpack...... Nima, the old man of the well has been in it for almost ten hours, and I don't know if it is stuffy.

As soon as the bottle of mineral water was taken out, I could easily see by the moonlight that the two charms on it had faded, and that one of the runes on the cinnabar painting had completely disappeared, and the other had also disappeared by as much as half—a sign that the charm was about to fail.

I looked left and right, and after making sure there was no one around, I quickly tore off the rune paper.