"I feel the pain in this room...... It's full of grief and resentment......"

As soon as she entered the room, she immediately felt unwell, as if sensing something, she had a splitting headache, and she trembled and held her temples with her hands.

Luo Xin leaned forward and asked if she could continue the ceremony: "Do you think it's okay?" ”

Cuban Jan signaled that her assistant was okay, and she didn't say anything more, closed her eyes and slowly sat down in front of the typewriter.

It was not the same as the conjuring scene she expected, Han Beiya was a little disappointed, but she didn't dare to say anything in front of the spirit medium, so she leaned sideways and leaned over to Tan Wan.

said in a very low voice: "I saw on the Internet that there are many soul conjuring tools, why is there only a typewriter?" ......”

But such a soft voice was also heard by the spirit medium, she turned her face sideways to look at Han Beiya, her voice was low and calm, and she began to explain calmly in front of everyone's eyes.

"I'm just a messenger of the soul, no different from the work of a secretary." Gu Gu Yang straightened up and looked around, "Everyone, please take a seat, the soul of the dead is urging." ”

The sun was still shining outside, but Shen Ru's room was dark, and a few white candles were lit around for illumination.

The candle flame swayed gently in the wind, and the light on everyone's face flickered and dimmed, giving it an eerie atmosphere.

The five chairs are not clearly arranged, and guests can sit at will.

Several people looked at the chairs in front of them and thought for a while, and then sat down one after another.

First of all, sitting directly opposite the spirit medium is the suspense novelist Mr. Xie Mowen, on both sides of the spirit medium are Shen Zhiren and Shen Chengfeng, and near the back of the spirit medium is Han Beiya and Tan Wan.

Cuban Yang stretched his hands to his chest and held them straight in the air, his ten fingers pointed straight ahead, his movements were weird, his eyes were scattered, and the whole person was like a zombie, which made people feel cold in their hearts.

Then I heard the voice of the medium, Cuban...... Let's talk about it...... Speak out all the resentment in your heart...... I am your listener...... Let's talk about it...... Let's talk about it......"

Her voice was hoarse and deep at the moment, completely different from what she had heard last night.

Inside, candles flickered in front of the windows, and the surrounding was silent, and the furniture in the room seemed to be sleeping in secret.

Cuban Jan kept repeating the words that came out of her mouth, her voice constantly echoing through the room, with some kind of great energy in her voice, beckoning, waiting for an echo......

Suddenly, the candles in all corners of the room made a 'crackling' sound at the same time.

Just when everyone was frightened by the sudden explosion of the candle, the originally closed door was pushed open by a mysterious force at this moment, and the candles in the room were collectively extinguished at the same time as the cold wind outside the door suddenly poured into the room.

The whole process happened in less than two minutes, but Han Beiya was already scared to death, purely because she loved to play.

Just when she was about to scream subconsciously, Shen Chengfeng on the side covered her mouth in time, fortunately, otherwise Han Beiya would have violated the rule of 'no noise during the ceremony'.

Suddenly, the keyboard on the typewriter keyboard sank on its own without anyone pressing it, 'click' 'click'......

Soon a line of English text appeared on it: MUrderer (murderer) killed (killed) me (me).

As the typewriter stopped working, the lights in the room came on.

At the end of the ceremony, Han Beiya was the first to scream, she stood up and pointed to the keyboard, and stumbled and said, "I, I, I saw the keyboard of the typewriter move by itself!" ”

Not only her, everyone witnessed the scene just now.

The medium's hand did not touch the typewriter, but the typewriter moved on its own as if consciously, as if an invisible hand was tapping on the typewriter.

After Han Beiya shouted like this, the rest of the people were not calm and stood up one after another, especially Shen Zhiren reacted violently.

"Master, master, did I come back just now?" Shen Zhiren hurriedly asked, "Could it be that the murderer is someone else, didn't my Ru'er die in an accident?" ”

After Shen Zhiren finished speaking, the faces of several people present were shocked.

As we all know, Shen Ru fell down the stairs and died tragically, but Shen Zhiren and Shen Chengfeng both went to the dinner that night, and there was no one else at home except Shen Ru.

The mansion was heavily guarded, and there were no signs of tampering with the security system, so it was impossible for outsiders to enter or leave during that period.

But the meaning of the words on the typewriter is very clear, she did not die accidentally, she was killed.

They also set their sights on Cuban.

The matter of the conjuring spirit to find the unjust case became complicated, and everyone waited quietly, and everyone looked at Gulayan, hoping to hear her professional analysis from the mouth of the psychic medium.

I saw Gu Guyan get up unhurriedly: "This is what the spirit told me, I am just a medium in the middle." ”

The morning ritual came to an end temporarily, Luo Xin helped the spirit medium to the room, and then returned to Shen Ru's room: "Everyone, the morning ceremony is over, the teacher needs to take a break before the afternoon ceremony, please take care of yourself." ”

Everyone was shocked and walked out of the room.

After what happened just now, Han Beiya felt that this room was very unlucky, and she always felt that something behind her was staring at her in the corner, and she was anxious to leave.

I wanted to take Tan Wan with me, but I saw her tinkering with the typewriter that had been touched by the resentful spirit.

"Late Night...... What are you touching this thing for......" Han Beiya was still taboo, "This thing is not clean, don't touch it." ”

"OLD-FASHIONED MECHANICAL PRINTERS, THE WEIGHT IS USUALLY AROUND 5KG-6KG, AND THIS."

Tan Wan said, while picking up the typewriter on the table and checking it in his hand: "At least 10KG." ”

"What does it matter?" Han Beiya still didn't understand, she didn't want to stay in this room for a second, "This room is where Shen Ru stayed before his death, maybe he hasn't left since the ceremony ended, I'm afraid, let's go quickly......"

"Stupid." Tan Wan ignored her, but squatted on the edge of the typewriter and continued to study, "Where did the ghost come from in this world, if there is one, I would rather believe that the fake psychic medium is pretending to be a ghost." ”

The hand did not stop while speaking, and soon found a way to disassemble the keyboard.

Tan Wan removed the typing keys of the keyboard one by one and put them on the table, only to see that each keyboard was equipped with small metal balls.

"What is this?" Han Beiya also noticed it and hurriedly came up to take a look.

"Remote magnetic device." Tan Wan tugged at the corners of his mouth, and waved the scattered objects on the table disdainfully, "Pediatric things." ”

Just use that remote controller and press the English letters they want to put together, and they can create the illusion that the ghost is typing on its own.