Qin Ding suddenly thought that the stone fragments were all hidden on the beams of the house, could it be this painting scroll.

Qin Ding felt that this sound would not be just a reminder to him.

He didn't care what the sound was about, and it was as if it had completed its mission, and it hadn't been seen since.

Qin Ding hurriedly wrapped the scroll with the previous rope again, then moved the stool, put the two stools down, and carefully stepped on it with the scroll.

Qin Ding did not plan to put the scroll on the beam where the stone chips were placed, but chose the one on the opposite side, and under the front of this beam, there was the stone water tank.

Qin Ding stood up, but the height was still not enough, only his hands could reach the beam.

He padded his toes slightly, and then planned to grope for the rough idea with his hands before placing the scroll on it.

However, when he groped from the left to the right, he felt a touch of coldness on the right side of the beam.

Before he could tell what it was, there was a sudden flash of sharp pain in his fingers, and something stabbed him, which made him withdraw his hand immediately, and he shook off the stool and almost didn't stand still.

Qin Ding hurriedly looked at his right hand, the abdomen of his ring finger was cut by something, and a large piece of blood had gushed out, and the movement of his hand when he withdrew threw the blood that flowed out onto the beam, and it was also on the back of his hand at this time.

Qin Ding hissed, it seemed that the cut was quite deep, but he couldn't handle it now when he stood so high, and he didn't want to explore what cut him, it should be a nail or a sheet of metal, and the scroll couldn't be placed there.

He did not rush to take care of the wound, but tiptoed again and placed the scroll on the left side of the beam.

After moving the scroll back and forth a few times, Qin Ding felt that there was no problem, and he slowly got off the stool.

The blood had reached his wrists, and his fingers were burning and stinging. He hurried to the desk to look at the wound by the candlelight, but when he brought his finger closer, the candle went out again.

Qin Ding wanted to swear, he pulled out the candle and threw it into the garbage basket, then opened the drawer with great difficulty, took a new one and plugged it in, and then lit it.

This time the candle was not extinguished, but after such a toss, his hand was already bleeding, and he put his finger in front of the candle and finally saw the wound clearly.

The wound wasn't big, but it was deep, probably a blood vessel.

The blood was still gushing out, Qin Ding took out toilet paper and pressed it on the wound. The toilet paper was still oozing blood, and there was a faint throbbing pain from the wound.

He looked at the toilet paper and saw that it was yellow, and it was old-fashioned toilet paper.

He remembers that when he was a child, he accidentally scratched his finger, and blood was dripping everywhere on the ground, and his father burned toilet paper and used the paper ash of toilet paper to stop the bleeding, which was very effective.

Later, when he grew up, he learned that toilet paper was made of grass in the past, and after burning, it was grass ash, which could stop bleeding.

Qin Ding tore a large piece of toilet paper, then put it on the candle and lit it, and in a few seconds, the toilet paper burned into a small piece of ash. ap.

Qin Ding dipped the wound on the black paper ash, which was very magical, and in less than a while, the wound stopped bleeding.

After the bleeding stopped, Qin Ding wrapped a few layers of toilet paper around his fingers, he was still a little worried, because this would definitely affect his pen and writing, and he would have to finish writing the eighth event at night, which would undoubtedly delay the process.

However, he looked up at the beams of the room, and what was placed on it, from the bottom, could not be found at all.

He was relieved, cleaned up the paper ashes on the table, and then cleaned up the desk top.

Sitting back in his chair, he opened the transcript and spread it out in front of him.

I was expected to finish writing at 11:30 p.m., but I suddenly injured my right finger, so my writing was somewhat affected. After twelve o'clock, Qin Ding finally finished writing the eighth event.

He put down the tape recorder, his eyes were a little dry, and he was about to rub his eyes, when he suddenly remembered one thing, tonight, there was no knock on the door.

This can't help but make him feel strange, is it that the last time he knocked on the door and reported his name, he didn't show up again? Who is Pei Yan? Not anyway

The former palm may really be just a lonely soul.

Qin Ding stretched his waist, got up and blew out the candle, and touched the bed with a flashlight.

Whatever, let's go to sleep.

A dreamless night

"Knock Knock"

"Xiao Qin, haven't you woken up yet? Open the door."

Qin Ding got up from the bed and looked at the table below, it was half past seven in the morning. In the last few days, I may have slept too irregularly, so my biological clock has failed.

He walked to the door, opened the latch, and then pulled the door open, and Uncle Ma came in with a lunch box.

"You slept late again last night, didn't you? If you keep going, you won't have to be so nervous for two days."

Qin Ding yawned, buckled the buttonhole feces, and his bladder was swollen, he had to go to the toilet, but Uncle Ma shouldn't find out about the things on the beams. Worry is worry, but it's impossible to watch all the time.

"Uncle, wait a minute, I'll go to the toilet first."

He walked out of the house and into the low room as quickly as he could, and when he casually glanced at the wooden board on the left wall, he suddenly found that only the candle that had melted on the wooden board was left, and the other one was missing.

What about the candle? He remembered that Uncle Ma had gone to the toilet yesterday.

At this time, the squeak outside the door had already sounded for the second time, indicating that the paper man was gone.

While Qin Ding was tidying up his pants, he thought of a question, doesn't the paper man mind that there are people in the house? Or do you just don't mind if Uncle Ma is there? Or perhaps, this piece of paper was made by Uncle Ma.

Qin Ding got out of the low house and returned to the house. Uncle Ma sat on the stool and closed his eyes to recuperate, and there was nothing unusual in the room.

"Uncle, what kind of spell is the paper man who comes to deliver water every day? I think it's amazing."

Uncle Ma opened his eyes, not surprised by what he asked, obviously knowing that he had already found out about it.

"You don't understand, it's a spell in Qimen Dunjia to control paper people, it's just a small technique!

Huh? Hurry up and wash your hands and have breakfast."

Qin Ding washed his hands and sat down at the small table. He opened the lunch box, and it was a box of noodle soup, and in the plastic bag next to it were two oil cakes.

He took a bite of an oil cake and continued, "These paper men are the same ones who clean the toilet?"

Uncle Ma's eyes rolled slightly and looked at him.

"It's not."

Qin Ding's mouth slowed down.

"Isn't it? What's that?"

Uncle Ma smiled.

"Xiao Qin, are you sure you really want to know? I'm afraid that if you say it, you won't be able to accept it psychologically, and you won't even dare to go to the toilet."

Qin Ding felt that Uncle Ma's words were even more terrifying.

"Uncle Ma, what's wrong? Don't scare me."

Uncle Ma laughed when he saw Qin Ding's stunned appearance.

"I found it fun to tease you. What can there be in that place, it's something to clean up the feces, you say you're eating, and you're really asking."

The more Qin Ding was scared, the more he wanted to know, where did he care if he was evil or disgusting.

"What the hell is it?"

"It's just a strange beast, and it eats dung."

I don't know why, when Qin Ding heard the word strange beast, he instantly fell into a trance, isn't he really in a dream now? Alien beasts? Or is it a strange beast that only eats poop? That's, isn't it?

"Look, I'm going to say I'm going to have to subvert your perception again, but it's a strange beast.

Don't be foolish, after a long time, you will know that there are many strange things in this world, and it will be easier to accept when the time comes. Let's eat."

Qin Ding didn't speak, Uncle Ma was right, he still needs to get used to it slowly.

"Uncle, ask me again?"

"I said you're concentrating on eating, what else do you have to ask?"

"Which jia is the soul killer? Jia Baoyu's Jia, or A, B, C, and D's?"

Uncle Ma paused, "He, the first of the nails."

Qin Ding wrote this Jia, but he was actually curious.

"This surname is quite special, this soul hunter seems to be very powerful, he didn't use any spells to arrest the fifth-level murderous soul, he seems to be ...... Can you still eat ghosts?"

Uncle Ma laughed.

"He's not human, of course he can eat ghosts."

Qin Ding was directly shocked, "He's not human?"

"He's a murderer. Haven't you heard of a saying in the ancient "Wu system", which is called "A is a murderer"."

"Huh? I don't know what it is."

"It is a sacrificial ritual in ancient times to drive away evil spirits and diseases. As for Jia Zuo, he is the one who ranks first among the twelve gods of the Great Da Plague.

Got it? What he is, you should be able to guess by now. Not to mention the murderous spirit, even the more fierce things, he can eat them."

Uncle Ma had already gotten up from the stool as he spoke, and was about to leave the door.

"Oh Xiao Qin, I'll tell you in the future, I have to go, I just remembered that there is still something I haven't done, I'll send food over at noon, don't think about it, you look at the watch."

Uncle Ma didn't seem to want to answer the question anymore, and Qin Ding couldn't force it, he continued to chew the oil cake, but there was no taste in his mouth.

He suddenly felt that he was unusually small, in this place, the known and the unknown were so incredible, like a myth, he was such an ordinary person, and he was not as strong as a ghost, how could he be involved in such a world.

And the danger foretold by the message at the end of the tape has so far not had the slightest clue, and he is now standing under some dark lamp, unable to see what lurks in the darkness.

Qin Ding sighed lightly, looked down at his watch, it was already eight o'clock, and he couldn't delay any longer.

He quickly finished his breakfast, washed his face casually, and then sat down at his desk and began to rummage through the next incident.

Since there are only two events left, the tape is easy to find.

After pulling out the five tapes marked "Living Bone" and dated 8 April 1998, he placed the tapes with the first number into the tape recorder according to the serial number. Soon, a man's voice came from the tape.

"The name of the event: a knock on the door

Date of occurrence: March 11, 1998

Client: Mr. Ge

Contractor: Murder Detective Center (Unusual Matters Investigation Division)

Location of the incident: Room 702, 7th Floor, 7th Floor, Building 4, Cixi Community, Southern Suburbs, Yunzhong City"

"Ding Dong~"

"Who?" (There is a hint of fear and vigilance in the man's voice coming from the door)

"Mr. Ge, we made an appointment yesterday."

"Whoa!" (sound of door opening)

"It's you, come in, come in, oops, it's finally you, my heart trembles when I hear a knock at the door now. Come, please be seated."

"Rustle ......"

"I'll pour you a glass of water......

"Mr. Ge, don't bother, you should tell me what happened now, the sooner this kind of thing is handled, the better."

"Oh, yes, yes. You, did you see me here when you came in...... Ghosts?"

"Rustle ......"

"I don't see anything unusual at the moment, it's not here right now, it's just a certain time to haunt you."

"Whew~! At a specific time? It's really a specific time.,It's followed ***.,Is it trying to kill me? It's horrible."

"Calm down, I'm here, you're not in danger. Let's talk about what happened."

"Oh, what about this matter, alas, blame me, I really regret it, I shouldn't have rented a house near the crematorium in the first place, otherwise I would have been able to get into such trouble now."