Time: 13.21 pm

Location: Soul Society, Headquarters.

In the corridor, figures moved, and special personnel with loaded guns and ammunition quickly evacuated here with materials, documents, personnel, supernatural objects, etc.

The sky is oppressive, the yellow sand covers the eyes, the cement roads, the high-rise buildings, the plant groves, are decaying little by little, weathering into yellow sand.

The Ghost Rider's vehicle drove up the road, and from time to time a few withered corpses could be seen lying on the side of the street.

As the car jolted and roared, it was obvious that something was pressing, and from time to time there were a few heart-rending wails from the side of the street, and desperate passers-by stretched out their hands and shouted:

"Help me."

"Help me."

"I think I can salvage it."

"I give money, I will give you as much as you want, just ask you to take me."

The chaotic sound gathered, and the driver wanted to step on the brakes, but he saw that black corpse spots appeared all over these people's bodies, and some even dragged half of their bodies and crawled over.

The driver didn't say a word, took out his pistol, pulled the trigger, stopped paying attention, and went down with one foot on the accelerator.

A dozen cars drove away with people and things.

The car drove for about twenty minutes and stopped in front of a rudimentary, gold-made iron gate.

The iron door slowly opened, and the special personnel jumped out of the car and began to take people and carry things, walking inside.

In a poorly built tent, Deputy Minister Incheon burst into foul language, slammed the table, and hung up the phone:

"Baga, a group of rice buckets that can't even be brought into the third bomb shelter!"

The scolding spread, and the two people in the tent watched coldly, turning a blind eye.

One of the special personnel lifted the tent, gave a brief report on his work, and hurried away.

Vice Minister Incheon's face softened slightly, but when he picked up the latest document in his hand, his face darkened again.

The details are as follows:

Large-scale paranormal event: Codename Oniji Temple (The source of the supernatural has been confirmed, Itsukushimaji Temple)

Horror level: S-class (large ghost domain, in the ghost domain, the supernatural power of the ghost rider is suppressed, and the revival of the ghost is also temporarily suppressed.) Ordinary people will fall into the ghost wall if they touch or touch the yellow sand within 1 hour, and someone around them can touch or shout to remove the ghost hitting the wall)

Time of Occurrence: 9.30 (estimated)

Place of occurrence: Province R (island nation)

Cause: 'Psychic Game' has been preliminarily investigated for the nearby supernatural haunted places, and it has been confirmed that it is southern. (The 'supernatural game' is in the hands of the belly and loses contact, life and death are unknown)

Solution 1: Go to Itsukushimaji Temple and investigate the cause of the supernatural outbreak.

Solution 2: Wait for the Itsukushimaji ghost to leave, but the city will fall, and it's not sure if the ghost will leave, or leave for another large city. (Unknown)

Solution 3: Please wait patiently for the rescue from the headquarters, except for the deputy minister of the Soul Society, 'Shande', who has taken the fastest plane to Europe to find a way.

In Vice Minister Incheon's view, the third solution is to prepare yourself for the future, and how can Europe take care of itself.

The second method depends on whether the ghost gives face or not before it can be implemented.

But the ghost will give face?

Then only the solution sent by the headquarters remains, the first one, go to Itsukushimaji Temple and investigate the cause of the supernatural outbreak.

But a fool can think clearly, this is to send the ghost rider to death, and the man is piling up a way to find a solution!

The first one seems to be feasible, but what kind of ghost handler the Spirit Removal Society is, Vice Minister Incheon knows very well.

All three are dead ends, but they all have a little hope and a chance to solve this large-scale S-class supernatural incident.

Deputy Minister Incheon was a little impatient, walking around and pacing back and forth.

A young man sitting on the right yawned and said, "Captain Incheon, didn't you move the projector just now?" Go and see what our death picture is, and you will know if the situation here can be solved. ”

Vice Minister Incheon paused slightly, continued to pace back and forth, frowning together, forming a Sichuan character, without saying a word.

Looking at the picture of his own death, he thought of this idea just now, just seeing the picture of his own death, dying here, he was ready.

It's just that the two ghost riders in the tent died here when they saw the picture of their death, and he wasn't sure if these two would mess around, so he took action directly and dealt with everyone here.

He was afraid of the same fate, and he was also vigilant to guard against these two ghost riders of the Spirit Removal Society.

People are people, ghosts are ghosts, and those who control ghosts will inevitably not be affected by ghosts, and their personalities will change, and they will do little things......

"I know what you're worried about, Captain Incheon, you're afraid we're messing around. But what better way do you solve this big paranormal event? No, it's better to look at the picture of our death. I wonder we didn't die on the same day, month, and year of the same year, but on the same day, month and year of the same year. "It's still the same young man just now.

Deputy Minister Incheon stopped, turned his head to look at his face, and his face was a little ugly.

The young man raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at the past with cold eyes, and continued: "Instead of hiding in the air-raid shelter, it is better to gamble with the ghosts, anyway, you won't live long, 'Tanaka-kun', you say yes!" ”

Tanaka, who was sitting opposite, nodded slightly, agreeing to see the picture of his death and join forces.

"What are you going to do! Rebel!? Vice Minister Incheon slammed the table a few times, his face gloomy.

Outside the tent, a gun is pointed here, and as soon as Deputy Minister Incheon gives the order, they will shoot them, eliminate the two ghost handlers, and imprison them with gold.

In large ghost domains, ghost handlers are suppressed, especially ghost handlers who have ghost domains, and they can't be opened at all.

Ghost handlers who can't open the ghost realm are no different from ordinary people.

Tanaka bowed his head slightly, falling silent.

The young man analyzed his current strength and sneered: "Captain Incheon, don't forget, although the large ghost domain suppresses the ghost masters, the ghost masters who can open the ghost domain, and the other ghost handlers are very limited, besides, the two of us ...... Hehe. ”

Beyond the words, there was also a sneer, Vice Minister Incheon's body trembled, glared at the young man, and said, "You are threatening me!" ”

"It's not a threat, it's just looking for hope, and I won't live long anyway, so I might as well kill everyone here." The young man sneered.

"Okay, it's okay to watch the death picture, but I have one request!" Deputy Minister Incheon finished speaking with a pull on his face and was about to leave the tent.

But a strange hand appeared at his feet and grabbed his ankle.

"What do you mean!?" Deputy Minister Incheon said in shock and anger.

"I don't mean anything else, I see that the conditions are waived, let's go." The young man smiled, grabbing Vice Minister Incheon's hand and slowly disappearing.

The three of them left the tent and walked into a small room, Vice Minister Incheon with a gloomy face and not saying a word.

The room is not large, and there are no furniture, benches, chairs, etc., but there is an old hand-cranked projector on the table in front.

The hand-cranked projector was mottled with peeling paint, aging, dirty, and looked like it had been left in an abandoned warehouse for a long time and no one had taken care of it, but judging by the vintage, it should have been at least eighty or ninety years.

A strange feeling spread, enveloping the hearts of the three people, and the three of them couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts.