Which one will it be?

I clicked on the ID that I forgot the past, this person was created a few years ago, a few months later than the time of posting, and there was almost no posting and replying after the account was created.

The only few replies are replies to this post, the earliest replies are when the account is created, and the subsequent replies are longer than the intervals.

A year and a half has passed since the last time I spoke.

"I patronized the post before, but I didn't pay attention to this person."

"The abuser at the time?"

"Or someone related to Zhao Yi?"

There was no way to verify, but forgetting about the past made me narrow it down.

Copying down all the replies I had forgotten from the past word for word, I began to try to find the answers I needed between the lines.

The first reply: 'I didn't expect such a vicious thing to happen, I just want it to end.' ’

The second reply was three months later: "No one reads this post anymore, people like posts, they will slowly fade in their memories, and I just hope that the pain is the same." ”

The third reply was half a year apart: "I can't help but come and see." Look at the extent of the evil power in this world, and let me know that what I have encountered now is nothing. ”

The fourth reply, which is also the last one before introducing the incident, is just three short words: why. Then there is a series of question marks.

Obviously, when the other party typed these three words, his heart was full of doubts.

And then there's the latest post about the events that took place this time.

After reading it carefully this time, I also found a place that I had overlooked before.

At the end of the incident, forget the past and send three words: Is it you?

When I saw these three words before, I just thought that the other party was expressing my doubts about the supernatural story.

Looking at it now, it makes me feel different.

After repeating it back and forth three or four times, I finally looked away.

The evil in this person's mouth may not refer to Zhao Yi, but to those who bullied Zhao Yi. Otherwise, the other party will not comfort himself with this evil, and there will be no faint nostalgia between words. ”

"He knows Zhao Yi, knows Zhao Yi's past, and even sympathizes with Zhao Yi."

"But what does that 'why' mean? Something similar happened before? No, if it happens, the other party should record it like this one. ”

"If Zhao Yi's incident didn't happen before, then what is the reason for Zhao Yi to do it now?"

"This person is critical."

I had no intention of going to this person.

Maybe finding this person can know the truth, but now, the most urgent thing is not the truth, but to get back the bag of potato chips.

In the afternoon, I went directly to Xinhai First Hospital.

Even in the afternoon, when I walked into the hospital, I could still feel a completely different temperature from the outside.

In the crowd of people, a trace of coolness always blows through your body inadvertently.

This is the hospital.

This is especially true of the larger the hospital.

After my purposeful search, I quickly found the hospital's affiliated research institute.

As it is said on the Internet, the affiliated research institute of the hospital is located at the back of the hospital, separated by a large green belt.

Apart from crossing the green belt, the only way to reach the institute from the hospital is the underground passageway.

Below the hospital is the garage, and along the garage is the morgue and specimen room under the green belt, and further on, you will reach the basement of the institute.

That's the route I'm going to take as well.

Of course, I don't need to go to the research institute, I just need to walk to the edge of the garage, where I can use the corpses or ghosts in the morgue to help me get the chips.

The bone pickers are not corpse chasers, they are not very clever at manipulating corpses, and there is surveillance everywhere.

So, I ended up using ghosts.

As for whether there are ghosts in the hospital, I don't have to think about it at all.

The hospital may not have a lot of ghosts, but there must be a lot of ghosts.

Not many people will not have obsessions or even resentment in their hearts after accidental death or death from disease, there are open-minded people in this world, but there are not many.

Sure enough, as soon as I walked to the garage, I got goosebumps on my exposed skin.

The further you go in the direction of the morgue, the more pronounced the cold sensation becomes.

There were fewer and fewer cars parked, and the sound of my footsteps began to echo around me, like a small hammer, hammering down on my heart.

The fear is even greater.

This fear has nothing to do with ghosts, it is simply the influence of yin qi.

Soon, I walked to a closed door.

The gate requires a card swipe to pass through, and the camera above is constantly flashing with a red dot.

This is the door to the morgue, and although it is still a short aisle from the morgue, it is enough for me.

Avoiding the camera, I burrowed into the stairwell on one side.

This is already the lowest floor, and the back of the staircase and the ground form a triangular dark space.

Maybe it's because few people walk, and everything is piled up.

For me, it was simply the most perfect place.

Carefully removing the clutter, I got inside and took out the incense wax paper candles that I had prepared earlier and put them on one by one.

Although it is daytime now, the yin here is very heavy, and it is underground, and the effect is not much worse than at night, and the key is safe.

The candles lit up, there was little smoke, and as I lit the paper money, the air around me became even colder.

In the obviously empty space, there were the whispers of countless people.

I couldn't hear what they were saying, but I could feel the sound getting closer and closer to me.

On all sides, the wind arose, blowing the flames and swaying.

The paper ash on the ground began to swirl upward, and it was about to leave the fire. I pulled out five copper coins and placed them in front of the flames.

The wind suddenly vanished, losing its power, and the ashes were blown to the ground to the side by the rising air of the flames.

This is the Five Emperors Money.

The outer circle and the inner square, the unity of heaven and man, take its image of heaven and law, and represent the power of the five directions and five elements. The Emperor of the Five Directions of the East, South, West, North, and Middle Directions is the god of the five directions, assigned to the five elements and five colors.

The real Five Emperor Coins refer to the half taels coins minted in the Qin Dynasty, the five baht coins in the Han Dynasty, the Kaiyuan Tongbao in the Tang Dynasty, the Songyuan Tongbao in the Song Dynasty, and the Yongle Tongbao in the Ming Dynasty.

But I don't have the financial resources yet, so I use the money of the Little Five Emperors, namely Shunzhi Tongbao, Kangxi Tongbao, Yongzheng Tongbao, Qianlong Tongbao and Jiaqing Tongbao.

However, here, the deterrent power of the Little Five Emperor Money is enough.

The five fingers of the right hand were pressed on the five emperor coins in order, and the palm of the hand was pushed forward, and the five emperor coins rubbed five scratches on the ground, and a little copper powder fell into the scratches.

Copper coins are more than 10,000 hands, and the yang energy is extremely heavy (except for those unearthed from the cemetery) can deter heterogeneity, but everything has yang and yin, and the worn copper coins are extremely attractive to heterogeneous, which can gather yin to eliminate resentment and help them condense their yin body.

That's why there is the practice of copper coins for burial.

And what I'm doing now is I have to add weight.

In addition to the paper money in the underworld, I will also give you copper ashes, gather yin and dissolve evil.

As I moved, the wind around me suddenly became stronger, blowing and shaking the debris.

All around me, however, it was as if there was another invisible barrier, and not a single wind blew in.

"Everyone, the Huang clan is thanking for the paper money and copper ashes, and asks for the power of the five ghosts."

The words fell, the wind around them suddenly stopped, and everything was quietly scary.