CHAPTER XXXI

Zhao Fusheng's eyes were swollen and her head hurt, as if someone was picking at her eyes, making her frown and let out a painful snort.

There was a fault in her memory, and after Wu Liyou left, her mind was blank, and her eyebrows hurt when she thought about it carefully.

Zhao Fusheng simply sat down on the ground, leaning his back against the low cabinet to breathe.

After a while, she raised her hand to look at the blood on her palm, wiped it on her waist, and after resting for a while, she opened her eyes.

At this moment, the sound of 'clanging' outside the door sounded again.

Wu Liyou didn't hear her reply, and was a little anxious:

"Your ......, my lord"

"It's fine."

Zhao Fusheng endured a headache and responded:

"Just kicked something, don't bother me."

Wu Liyou listened to her reply, so he breathed a sigh of relief and answered yes.

Zhao Fusheng stretched out his hand and rubbed his eyebrows twice, and then began to sort out the clues in his mind.

This trip to Kotou Village is full of weirdness.

I didn't see any ghosts from beginning to end, but they seemed to be everywhere.

She turned her head to look around the room, the two lights flickering, and the silence in the room could only be heard as her low gasps, and no one else.

The bed was messy with disassembled bedding, and it didn't look like someone had touched it.

The table top is a mess with grease stains.

In the corner was an ink tray with a little ink in it, most of which was swept all over the table.

Other than that, there was no brush or paper on the table.

Zhao Fusheng looked at it twice, her head hurt faintly, she gasped, closed her eyes, and reached into her arms at the same time to grope-

There was a pocket sewn inside the garment, and a bag was inside.

She pulled out the bag and pulled out a jade book from inside.

This is the Soul Book of the Demon Suppression Division.

As soon as the soul book was turned out, the soul book controlled by the ghost man seemed to sense something, and the ghost spell suddenly crawled all over Zhao Fusheng's palm, and climbed up along her arm, and soon crawled all over her neck and cheeks.

The strange black-red runes were densely packed, with an ominous cold aura.

Zhao Fusheng's head and arms were frozen and stiff, but the original feeling of swelling and pain faded one by one.

When she opened her eyes again, she was half refreshed.

"Sure enough, the ghost appeared."

She didn't know what she had done, and she had triggered the ghost to kill someone.

But obviously, the ghost in Kotou Village is not a killing law with one hit, so when the ghost appeared, she didn't die, but just shed a lot of blood, plus a severe headache.

Thinking of this, Zhao Fusheng turned over and sat up.

It is imperative that you first find your lost memories.

"With my character, when it comes to ghost cases, I will definitely be careful and cautious." After she regained her senses, she unhurriedly put the soul book back into the bag and stuffed it back into the hidden pocket in the clothes stool.

She also touched her cuffs, and the withered ghost arm in the sleeve grabbed a piece of grayed vellum, which was still tucked into her cuff.

The human skin quilt that had been removed from Wu Liren's mattress was folded into a ball and placed in the placket of her clothes, but there was nothing else on her.

After confirming that his important items were not lost, Zhao Fusheng unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief and thought:

"The ghost case in Kotou Village, unless I have no clues, if I find out that something is wrong, I will definitely leave a mark."

She thought of the mark, and her gaze fell to the table.

There was an inkstone on the table, and she still remembered: This was what she found for Zhang Chuanshi and asked Wu Liyou.

But looking at the inkstone at this time, Zhao Fusheng didn't remember what he was using the inkstone - this is the biggest problem.

It's a ghost case, and she won't do useless work.

The village of Kotou is extremely poor, and the four treasures of the study are a rare thing.

She asked someone for pen and ink, and the only possibility was that she found something important, and she realized that she might forget, so she wanted to use writing to preserve her memory.

Thinking of this, Zhao Fusheng's expression perked up.

Since there is a plan to write, there must be a pen and paper falling to the ground.

Although Wu Li's family has been beaten, the overall layout of the houses in the countryside is disorganized, and she glanced at it and found no trace of pen and paper.

Zhao Fusheng reacted immediately, this thing seems to be messed up, but in fact it may be a 'ghost hidden' - similar to her memory disorder, it is not that she really lacks her memory, maybe her cognition has been disturbed, so she obviously has this memory, but she can't remember it whether she is dead or alive.

It's the same reason that she can't find what is lost in front of her, maybe it's right in front of her, but because of the triggering of the law of ghosts, she can also turn a blind eye.

Zhao Fusheng did not panic, but took a deep breath and slowly spit it out after a while.

She thought: Suppose she was manipulated by a ghost a moment ago, lost her memory, and the moment she woke up, she saw an overturned oil lamp, a table on fire, and she was bleeding from her mouth and nose, spilling all over the table.

Combined with Wu Li's behavior of leaving after studying ink, Zhao Fusheng was suddenly sure that he had not left the table during the period of loss of memory.

Her gaze fell on the table.

There were messy ink marks on the tabletop, mixed with overturned lamp oil, and it didn't dry out.

She looked down at the table as well, and it was empty, just muddy, and there was nothing superfluous.

Zhao Fusheng bit his lip, tore off a piece of dead skin, and then reached out to touch the table.

The table is not big, only an inkstone and a lamp are placed on it, and the desktop is a little rough, but it is splashed with ink, oil and blood, and it is a little slippery.

She didn't touch anything.

But Zhao Fusheng was not discouraged, and leaned over to touch the table again, the ground was uneven, she crawled under the table and touched it, but there was still no gain.

I didn't touch anything useful around the table, could it be that my guess was wrong?

Zhao Fusheng frowned.

"I was near the desk before I 'lost my memory,' and if I lost something, it would have fallen here."

The ghost has no emotions, no memories, just beings who act according to the law, and it is impossible for her to be so intelligent and know what to hide from her.

Unless she records an important clue that triggers the law of ghosts, and is therefore forced to become invisible.

She suddenly remembered the scene of the fight with the ghost at the same time: when she picked up the wooden stick and hit the ghost who asked for food, the body of the ghost suddenly turned into a phantom and disappeared.

For humans, the body of a ghost is between the unreal and the real, so humans cannot fight with ghosts, and only ghosts can restrain ghosts.

As soon as this thought entered Zhao Fusheng's heart, her eyes lit up.

Then her cuffs flicked, and shrunken ghost arms slipped out of her cuffs and were held in her hands.

She grabbed the ghost arm and scratched around.

With the sound of 'Sisuo', the ghost's arm swept across the empty ground, but its fingertips seemed to have suddenly hooked something.

Zhao Fusheng was overjoyed in his heart, grabbed the ghost arm and hooked it again.

The floor was clean and free of clutter, but with the help of the ghost arm, she could clearly sense that there was an item placed there.

It's like a loose scroll.

She thought of the dossier stacked in the Demon Suppression Division, and gently picked it up with her ghost arm.

As soon as the thing left the ground, the laws that interfered with her cognition suddenly disappeared under the power of the ghost's arm.

The hidden thing reappeared, and a parchment dossier dangled from the withered ghost's arm.

Zhao Fusheng was overjoyed.

But at this moment, the ghost arm, which had been suppressed by the power of merit value, didn't know what it sensed, and there was a faint posture of recovery.

The grasping fingers moved, and the clenched five fingers slowly loosened, and the backhand grabbed the corner of the file.

Zhao Fusheng's eyes froze, he grabbed the ghost arm with one hand, grasped most of the file with the other, and then pulled it hard!

She has a lot of strength after controlling the ghost, and the ghost arm does not relax when she catches this thing.

The two forces clashed, and the corner of the dossier cracked.

The ghost arm moved twice unwillingly, and then turned into a withered arm and fell into her palm.

Zhao Fusheng unhurriedly put the ghost arm back into his cuff, and then his gaze fell on the missing corner of the file, and at this glance, she suddenly stared.

On the top of the dossier is written in a small and neat calligraphy: Forgotten ghost!

The handwriting is slightly lighter, but it is undoubtedly her handwriting.

Without hesitation, she put her middle and index fingers together in the inkstone, dipped them in ink, and put them on the paper.

The ink of the new dot is thick and black, which is in stark contrast to the color of the three words 'forgotten ghost'.

Zhao Fusheng carried the file and approached the lamp to look.

Under the light, the three words 'Forgotten Ghost' are not written neatly, and the color of the font is slightly lighter, almost as if it is about to fade.

Underneath the font, there are several neat lines of small print, and another case file is recorded.

- This is the file of the Demon Suppression Division, which should have been temporarily taken away by her, and was used to record the events related to the ghosts before.

She moved the file, and by the light, she saw that there were still faint traces of pale color around the words 'Forgotten Ghost'—as if something had been recorded here, but now it had disappeared completely.

"Erase the traces!"

Zhao Fusheng felt a chill in his heart.

This kind of action is similar to erasing memories, both of which are erasing the traces left by the ghosts.

What she originally wrote, even the handwriting could disappear.

"Forgotten Ghost ......"

Zhao Fusheng is sure that these three words were written by himself.

Not only is the title of the Forgotten Ghost consistent with her scene at this time, but more importantly, the handwriting and simplified Chinese characters are all evidence.

When she was looking at these three words, she suddenly felt a chill in her heart and her scalp was numb.

A feeling of being a mad person instantly enveloped her whole body, and in the dark night, there seemed to be a pair of invisible eyes staring at her.

Hell!

The ghost is nearby.

This thought poured into Zhao Fusheng's heart, she didn't rush to call people in, nor did she rummage around the corner, looking for the traces of ghosts.

She suddenly remembered the strange thing about the ghost arm—the severed arm suddenly revived, clutching the parchment dossier.

At the first thought, Zhao Fusheng unfolded the file and lifted it under the lamp.

The flame licked the back of the dossier, but the flames did not ignite the dossier.

The fiery red light illuminated the thin parchment, and a pair of dark red and blood-dripping eyes appeared on the file, looking at Zhao Fusheng gloomily.

At night, there is no one around!

In the old house in the deserted village, the voices of Wu Liyou and others disappeared at some point.

Zhao Fusheng was the only one in the weird and gloomy room.

The lights around him dimmed for some time, and those weird eyes were numb and cold, as if they didn't have half of their feelings, and they were creepy to watch.

The crazy and bold side of Zhao Fusheng's temperament suddenly took over.

Frightened to the extreme, she suddenly became calm.

She didn't scream and throw the file out in a panic, but reached out very calmly and cruelly, and slashed at the pair of eyes!

Fingers digging through the parchment layer and pulling out the eyeballs—

But the sticky feeling of blood gushing like a fountain in Zhao Fusheng's imagination did not happen.

The moment her fingers pierced through the paper of the dossier, all illusions vanished in an instant.

The bloodshot eyes were gone, and the blood stains that flowed all over the file melted clean.

Instead, a palm-sized, mutilated paper figure landed on the palm of her hand.

The paper figure was made up of scabs of different sizes, and it looked like it was about to fall apart, but for some reason it was glued together.

Zhao Fusheng was stunned for a moment, the sealed lock of memory was picked, and the chaotic memories began to roll in her mind.

She subconsciously flipped the paper man's body, only to see the back of the paper man, written in small characters: Dahan July 31, 205!

'Boom! ’

The shackles of memory shattered in an instant, and the lost memories were revived.

Wu Dajing reported the case--Wu Datong's son--Back to Goutou Village--Wu Dajing's tragic death when mentioning Wu Datong's son's birthday--Go to Wuli's house and find the bedding-Then calculate the birthday of Wu Datong's eldest son-Zhao Fusheng put down his pen At the moment when he grabbed the peel, the skin degenerated into a paper man--She bled and lost her memory-

All memories were revived in an instant, and Zhao Fusheng woke up like a big dream:

"The second time—"

Before the words fell, she was alert again:

"No, the third time!"

She has lost her memory for the third time.

The first time her memory was disturbed was in the Demon Suppression Division, when Wu Dajing mentioned Wu Datong's eldest son, which then caused a certain fault in her memory, and then recalled by knocking on the side;

This is just the beginning, and the memory was affected again later, after Wu Dajing's death.

The people of Kotou Village were erased from all kinds of information about Wu Dajing, and even his son had a wrong perception of him, thinking that he had not returned from entering the city.

And the third time, it was just now.

It seems to be unaware, but it is actually extremely dangerous.

On the way here, Wu Dajing inadvertently said that the feng shui of Goutou Village is not good, and the people in the village may bleed when they get older, and the same is true for his mother, who eventually died soon after.

And before Wu Dajing died, Zhao Fusheng also saw that he had two nosebleeds, according to him, this problem had a few days ago.

The countrymen don't know what to do, and they don't know that this is the law of ghost killing.

In other words, Zhao Fusheng's blood loss at this time is completely in line with the characteristics of Wu Datong, the invisible eldest son, who kills people.

But Wu Dajing grew up with Wu Datong, and knew a lot about Wu Datong's son, but he was able to hold on for several days, and finally died tragically when he mentioned the birthday of this powerful ghost.

And Zhao Fusheng had only been in contact with this ghost case for a short time, but he bleed seven orifices in a short period of time, and immediately lost his memory after recording the birthday of the ghost-

A bright light flashed in her eyes, and she said to herself:

"Looks like I've gotten my way to an important clue and made something amazing."

Ghost Trait: Invisible.

And mentioning it and listening to its past behavior is tantamount to digging it out of the hidden river of time, which triggers its laws, so it will be eaten by the laws.

Rather than killing by the rules, it is more appropriate to describe it as 'curse'.