Ning Qiushui had too many doubts in his heart.

"Do you know who sent this letter to you?"

The boy sitting next to him shook his head.

"I don't know, it came out of nowhere, and it doesn't have any signatures."

"But the above should not be false, because not long after I received the letter, my sister told me about the Misty House and the Misty World."

"Aren't you from that place?"

The two of them spoke very quietly, and there was a curtain to block it, so the young man who was guarding next to his grandfather could not hear it.

Ning Qiushui was a little surprised that the boy could remember the things in the misty world.

Those who have not been chosen by the Misty World, even if they learn about the things inside the Misty World, will quickly forget about it.

But he soon remembered the letter the boy had received.

Don't...... Is it because of that letter?

"If you've heard your sister tell you, you should know how dangerous that place really is."

"I know, it's a world of ghosts."

"But I'm not afraid."

"Even if I die on the road, it's a relief for me."

Ning Qiushui's lips opened, he really wanted to refuse the young man in front of him.

But he couldn't say it.

"I'll leave you a contact information, and I'll ask the people in the house first, and then I'll make sure."

Jun Luyuan took the contact information given to him by Ning Qiushui and whispered thank you.

Ning Qiushui shook his head, instructed him a few words, and then took a taxi back to his home, and fell asleep.

When he woke up, it was already the afternoon of the next day.

Ning Qiushui found that there was a missed call on his mobile phone, which was called by the 'mole' this morning.

As soon as he connected, a familiar voice came from the other end.

"'Coffin', I didn't find any useful information in that picture last time."

"There was only one fortune teller, who was thin and weak, and after looking at this picture, he chatted with me, and he caught me afterwards, so he had to give him money, otherwise he would call the police, saying that I was bullying the inheritor of the intangible cultural heritage of the Xia Kingdom or something......"

Ning Qiushui listened to the angry and funny tone of "Mole", but his heart moved slightly.

"What does that guy look like, can you give us a rough description?"

"What does it look like, I can't say it a little, I didn't pay much attention to it at the time, anyway, I was a fake blind man, I brought a round-framed sunglasses, and the clothes were really old-fashioned, I didn't ask him, just when I was in the cold, I put the painting aside, but he saw it when he passed by, so he came up to talk to me, and said that he could help me calculate a hexagram......"

Ning Qiushui raised his eyebrows.

"And what did he tell you?"

The Mole yawned.

"He told me that this painting means 'life.'"

"'Life'?"

"Yes, you know that these fortune tellers like to talk about this, and he told me that the painting is painted with 'one person knocking on the door', isn't that the word 'life'?"

"There is some truth to it......

"The false blind man told me that the meaning of this painting is 'entry into life', but the door is covered with blood, and there is a great omen, and after entering the fate, there is no life...... Hey, it's all the tricks of some charlatans, and it hurts my head. ”

Ning Qiushui listened to what the 'mole' described, and was silent for a long time.

Getting started is a fate?

For the past twenty-seven years, he had never believed in his command.

Ning Qiushui has always been a staunch atheist.

From the time he entered the industry at the age of 16 and followed the army into the border chaos zone to the time he left at the age of 21, Ning Qiushui's hands have been stained with the blood of an unknown number of people!

If there really is a ghost in this world, then he must be dead.

If you don't believe in ghosts and gods, you naturally don't believe in fate.

But now, Ning Qiushui's concept has undergone some subtle changes.

When he entered the misty world, he realized that perhaps there was a force behind him.

The firm will is wavering.

"Okay, let's stop talking, I still have a lot of things here, and when the matter in my hand is almost handled, I'll help you check the 'letter'...... I really can't find it, and I'm really out of it. ”

"Okay."

After hanging up the phone, Ning Qiushui collapsed on the bed for a long time.

His mind was rarely as chaotic as it was now.

It wasn't until the intense hunger pangs engulfed him that he took out his phone and ordered a takeout and contacted another person.

"Hey, Sister Bai...... Well, I'm Qiushui. ”

On the other end of the phone, Bai Xiaoxiao was wearing a bathrobe, wiped her head, opened a bottle of sparkling wine for herself, and poured two sips into her mouth quite boldly.

"Tell me, is there anything I need help with?"

"I'd like to ask you to help me find an organization."

"What organization?"

"Rashomon."

After Ning Qiushui finished saying the last three words, a long silence suddenly appeared on the other end of the phone.

"Are you...... Where did you hear about this organization? ”

"There's something about the real world that I'm not comfortable talking about."

"Okay, you don't have to look it up...... Rashomon is not an organization outside the Misty World, their main forces are entrenched in the Misty World, and at the peak, I heard that there were once six bigwigs who passed through the eighth blood gate in that treacherous house! ”

"But I heard that there was an accident a while ago, and two died, but they still belong to the peak forces in the misty world, and many big orders are directly made with them."

"As for other things, I don't know much about them."

Ning Qiushui heard this, opened his mouth, and after hesitating for a moment, he still said:

"Uncle Bi's death...... It may have something to do with Rashomon. ”

As soon as Bai Xiaoxiao on the other end of the phone heard this, her expression immediately changed.

"What did you find?"

Ningqiu Waterway:

"It's just speculation, inadvertently touched...... There have been a few murders in Pomegranate City before, and a friend of mine who happens to work at the police department mentioned this to me. ”

"I can't give too many details out of it, sorry."

Bai Xiaoxiao's eyes flickered.

"Nothing."

"Anything else?"

Ning Qiushui thought of Jun Luyuan and said:

"I have a special person here, he wants to enter our house, is there a way?"

Bai Xiaoxiao asked:

"He hasn't been cursed by the Blood Gate, has he?"

Ning Qiushui:

"Nope."

Bai Xiaoxiao:

"That's fine, but you'd better persuade that friend to think clearly, the world behind the Blood Gate is too weird and cruel."

Ning Qiushui was silent for a while.

"Then if I have a chance, I'll take him to show you first?"

Bai Xiaoxiao said:

"No problem, I live in 'Rosemary', you can bring him to the door of 'Rosemary' when the time comes, and then give me a call."

Ning Qiushui responded.

Just then, another call came.

"Then let's do it first, Sister Bai, I've arrived at takeout, I'm going to eat first."

"Okay, bye~"