To be honest, I didn't see any concerns at all. He has always been very decisive in his work. If he should threaten me, he would threaten me, and if he wanted to drive me away, he would directly bombard me out of the office. He probably did not do much about murder and arson.

I don’t think Ye Qing is a vicious evil ghost, but I don’t think he has a bodhisattva heart.

Wu Ling said: "There will definitely be concerns. If not, he should directly control your abilities."

I felt choked.

"He has become a ghost after all. Although he has more rationality and thinking than other ghosts, his obsession before his death will still affect his behavior. His taking away Mo Xiaoling's ability means that Mo Xiaoling's ability can play some role, but it is not the key. It seems very powerful, and accumulates enough death scenes, in other words, accumulates enough side effects, finds opportunities to release them, and can kill stronger opponents. Such abilities overlap with Ye Qing's own ability, and the effect is not that great. What he values ​​should be the part of Mo Xiaoling's ability that can see the death scene."

I suddenly realized that the initial and currently underway plan was to find a suitable ghost so that I could go back to the time when everything started.

Because I had no clue about this, I took the attitude of being content with the situation and didn't care about it. Even if I care about it, I couldn't do anything.

Unexpectedly, Ye Qing was in mind.

Mo Xiaoling's ability can indeed come into play. She can see death scenes that occur within a period of time equivalent to her age, and Ye Qing may be able to see death scenes that are longer. It is not "maybe", but "certain". Mo Xiaoling spent thirty years to hone her control of side effects. She does not want to see death scenes that are longer. Therefore, her ability has not improved much in this regard. When she first had the ability, she could see death scenes that were ten years ago. After that, the limit of the death scenes she saw was only thirty years ago. In comparison, her control of side effects has become perfect. Ye Qing will definitely pay more attention to the death scenes.

After I figured it out, I felt a sudden enlightenment.

However, Wu Ling has finished this topic and talked about it again.

"Ye Qing just wants to help you complete the plan, but he is not going to do it himself. It should be because of his current identity. If he wants to have your ability, he doesn't know how much trouble will happen when he loses control." Wu Ling sighed and smiled, "This ability is in your hands, and we are lucky."

"Are you glad that I'm timid?" I asked helplessly.

"It's not a bad thing to be timid sometimes. At least you won't do anything randomly." Wu Ling said, "You have also seen what Mo Xiaoling did."

I couldn't help but remain silent.

Mo Xiaoling made a mistake in one step, and took the wrong path and never looked back.

She was like an out-of-control train, rushing around and killing innocent people. In the end, the car was destroyed and the people she valued were damaged.

"Many abilities have such an ending. The more you want to change something, the more you want to do something, and the opposite result will be achieved. It is not a good thing to rely too much on your own abilities, and that will turn into being led by your abilities." Wu Ling said.

I said "um" and showed that I understood.

After finishing this topic, I asked about the fortune teller.

"His abilities are also very useful, right?" I asked.

The fortune teller's ability is very outstanding, and the side effects seem to be much smaller than Nangong Yao's predictive ability.

Wu Ling replied: "I have never heard of such a person. Many ordinary people can calculate one or two things in the category of media and divination, or rely on their speech skills to make people believe that they have calculated the future. In this regard, not many people in the circle believe in it. On the contrary, there are too many rumors, and most people choose to ignore it after hearing it. However, I will ask Nangong Yao to find it."

After hanging up the phone, I lay in bed in a daze.

I don't know if I will enter a dream tonight.

After all, I might dream of Sister Hei or Brother Bao. Both of them died in Guangyuan Mountain. If I dreamed of them, I would still have the chance to go to Guangyuan Mountain tonight.

I don't know what Ye Qing's plan is. His conversation with him today can be said to have been interrupted by him. Even if it is not interrupted, he may not explain his plans to me.

I didn't read the files, so I went to bed early, ready to meet the possible dream.

But nothing happened that night.

In the next three days, the demolition office was busy, and we needed to take turns working overtime on weekends. We were in charge of the neighborhood committee, so I didn’t have time to think about the things around me.

On Friday, my sister came back and looked so greedy.

My mother made a big meal, which was all the ones that my sister liked. While eating, she was chattering about her first college life. The new life is always novel and there are many things to talk about.

I waited for three days, but didn't wait for the new dream. I don't know what went wrong. Nangong Yao had not found the current location of the fortune teller. Wu Ling did not find any new movements in the supernatural circle. I could only press down on the Guangyuan Mountain incident and picked up the file again.

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Event number 094

Analogue of the event: Evil Spirit possessed

Certified by Ruan Han

Gender: Male

Age: 26

Occupation: Designer

Family Relationship: Parents

Contact address: Room XXX, No. XXX, Tianfu Road, Minqing City

Contact number: 188XXXXXXXXX

Events pass:

On December 24, 2015, the client visited for the first time. Audio file 09420151224.wav.

"Mr. Ruan is right? Please sit down. You said on the phone that one of your friends died, and died bizarrely, is that true?"

"Yes. Yes... I... I don't know what to say... He was a little nervous before he died... But things were indeed very strange."

"Don't be nervous. Just talk about it from beginning to end. When did the matter start?"

"A few days ago, no, not a few days... it should have been two weeks. It was about two weeks. I don't know very well... Well, it was when the group function released voice red envelopes. I remember that it was that day. We were in the same group and had fun. Many people sent red envelopes, tongue twisters, rare words, and any shame... I remember that he just grabbed the red envelope and said, "I am the big guy in women's clothing." This, after sending it, they usually withdraw it, and they withdraw it after taking the red envelope. He didn't withdraw it. Many people laughed. There were about five or six people in a red envelope, but he didn't withdraw it. The group was lying about "real guys", "real guys", "worshiping women's clothing big guys". I was just watching it and laughing... Huh... He... He sent me a private message, saying, "It seems that someone has entered his house. The door of his house was opened. There was no one in the living room, he was in the room.

I was playing with my phone in the room, and I heard the noise. I looked around, but I didn't see anyone. There was no one outside the aisle. I... I told him not to do it, so I called the police. He had a dog. The dog was not right and hid under the bed... We met before, and they were all from Minqing. He was a little panicked, so he asked me to tell me this. He called the police, the police came, and nothing was found. The door lock was not pried open... That's it. At the beginning, it was this thing that was wrong at the beginning. Then, the next night, or the third day... Huh... He told me that the dog was wrong, like he was sick and had been unscrupulous, and seemed to be afraid of something in the house. The more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong, and he wanted to stay at my house for a few days, find someone to see the house, or something. It was not, nor was it superstitious, I thought... Anyway..."

"Don't worry, Mr. Ruan."

"Well... it's probably like that... He took the dog to my house for two days. I thought he was nonsense and had no money to pay the rent... The dog was really wrong. It sheds hair, sheds hair very badly, and it's bald. It's a husky, not lively at all, and always shrank. People in the pet hospital couldn't see it well. He put the dog in my house and invited someone to the house himself. He took a photo to show me. That's it. This photo..."

Ruddy...

"This one he sent to me. The cactus he raised at home fell out of it and rotted from it. It was fine the day before. Is this very abnormal?"

"Yeah, it's not normal."

"Then it was his dog. He went home and asked someone to do rituals, and his dog stayed with me. Once he left, the dog was much better and he became a little energetic."

"As you said, something bad has entered his house and followed him."

"I feel the same way! I thought later, before, I didn't expect it... I didn't expect it at all, just thought it was evil... Later, after he finished his rituals and moved back, I didn't think much about it. That night... the night when he moved back... he... his dog was gone..."
Chapter completed!