A dark room with two-way glass on the wall, a table, three folding chairs, and a lamp on the table.

Two men in officer uniforms sat on one side of the table, while at the other end, a young man trembling slightly.

"Do you smoke?" As he spoke, the older officer reached out and handed out a box of cigarettes.

"Thank you" The young man pulled out one of them, and the other party lit a fire for him, and he took a deep breath to calm down a little.

"Now I start asking you some questions, take it easy, you just have to say what you know, don't be too nervous."

"Okay, okay" Even though the room was air-conditioned, he was still sweating.

"Then, I won't beat around the bush, let's ask you the key point directly, what happened in the White Phoenix Nightclub the night before yesterday, please tell you what you saw and heard in detail from the beginning, don't miss any details, especially who you have seen, or what you have seen."

The young man took a few more puffs of his cigarette and frowned, he was trying to recall the terrible memories, and finally, after a full five minutes of silence, he spoke: "I went to work as usual that day, and while changing clothes in the lounge, I suddenly noticed that there was an extra booklet in the locker. I organize the cabinets every day, my clothes are folded or hung up, and things are arranged separately, so I know when I have more.

I thought it was strange that only our manager had the keys to all the cabinets except myself, but if he had put them in, why? So I wanted to open it and take a look, but it turned out that it was full of people's names, and I turned back from the first page, and I wrote about a dozen pages, many of which were the staff of our nightclub, even the owner's name on it, and some people's names, I didn't recognize.

While I was reading the brochure, two strangers suddenly entered the lounge, most of the nightclub employees I knew, but I had never seen them once. I asked them what was the matter, they claimed to be a police officer, or a criminal policeman, but I didn't think so, because the listless-looking man had too long hair and was messy, at least I had never seen such a policeman, and the other one was too young, where was such a young criminal policeman?

But they were able to get their papers, and although I suspected that it was fake, I really hadn't seen it, so I had to believe them."

When the officer heard this, he asked, "Did they say their names?"

"The one with a sleeping face said that his surname was Ko, his name was Guhata, and he also said that the young one was his assistant named Imaizumi, and I didn't hear anything wrong for a while, but then I remembered the origin of these two names, and they used the names of the police in Japanese dramas to fool me."

"Well, go on."

The young man took another drag on his cigarette: "The man surnamed Gu asked me to show him the booklet in my hand, and I gave it to him without much thought, but before I could hand it to him, I suddenly caught a glimpse of a change on the first page of the booklet, and it looked very, very good," he seemed to know how to describe it.

The young officer interjected, "You want to say something evil, right?"

The young man looked up at him and was stunned for a few seconds: "Yes, yes! It's evil! I was still holding the things in my hand, and I saw that from the first name on the first page, all the names began to be crossed out one by one, like an invisible, blood-red pen that was rapidly scribbling through those names

At that moment, there was a loud bang from upstairs, and then I slipped and lost my balance and fell, and I later learned that it was a big explosion, and the whole nightclub shook

Then the younger 'officer' rushed at me, and I didn't know what he was going to do, but when I looked up, I saw that the ceiling had collapsed, and a large block of cement had been thrown at me. I was stunned, and all that was left in my ears was the chaotic voices and shouts outside, and then when it was dark, I didn't know anything."

After the two officers listened to his statement, the older one thought for a moment and asked, "Have you seen that pamphlet you said after that night?"

The young man shook his head: "When I woke up from the hospital, I didn't have anything on me except a hospital gown, I think it was taken away by those two people, speaking of which

I was only slightly injured when a big piece of cement fell, could it be that those two people saved me?"

"You sit and wait," the older officer stood up and walked through the only door.

Outside the door, there was another room, and on the opposite side of the two-way glass, there was also a man in military uniform, who was smoking a cigarette with a deep brow.

"Captain Shang, look at this."

Shang Weiguo didn't reply: "Let him go in a while, this matter should have nothing to do with the bombing, it is the matter of those ghost hunters, if the things are in their hands, those gods and strange things, even if they are given to us, it will be difficult for us to deal with."

"Yes!" The officer pushed the door open again and walked out.

Shang Weiguo extinguished his cigarette, and he had basically determined in his heart who the two people in the young man's mouth were just now.

"Looks like I'm going to see you again after all, Dowling."

Midnight, 13 Dongfang Road, 2nd floor.

Three men each holding a cup of coffee sat around the coffee table, their eyes fixed on a booklet on the coffee table.

The pamphlet was now opened, and every name on its first page had been crossed out by a red line, and in fact, two hours earlier, all thirteen pages of the booklet had been crossed.

When the bell rang twelve, except for the steel hammer, which was still sitting with a blank look in his eyes, Dowling and Elbert both leaned forward with some excitement, only to see that the words on the booklet became blurred, and then faded away, and then new words appeared, still names, unfamiliar names, this time ten pages.

New, ten pages long, with names not yet crossed out in blood-red handwriting.

Dowling stood up excitedly: "It seems that this is the legend."

Elbert continued, "The Grim Reaper's List"

leaned back on the couch, "Then the question now comes, why this thing didn't stay in the hands of the Grim Reaper a week ago, and appeared at the scene of various major accidents one after another."

On this day, Dowling did something very shocking, in the first class in the morning, he did not lie on the table to sleep, but held his cheek and meditated there.

The old professor who taught the class was shocked at the time, thinking that this guy had a mental disorder and took a long leave of absence some time ago, why did his temperament change drastically as soon as he came back and started listening to the class?

What a ghost.

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