In the teaching assistant apartment, Donald tore the pages of the human face book. It was useless for a while and he accumulated a lot. The previous owner of the previous owner regarded the pages of the human face book as love letters, and wrote several letters a day, and he had no idea how to save.

"Lilac, how are you doing recently?"

I tore up a certain amount and turned my head to look at Julia. She was writing her holiday homework and there was no class during the rainstorm week, but the school still prepared enough homework for them.

It's really hard for these kids...

"Tom, come out."

Julia put down her pen and clapped her hands. The ghost she had conquered before appeared in the room. Compared to the last time she met, both in size and solidity were increased.

"Okay, take the ghost back."

Turning the siphon bone ring to absorb the newly formed black mist on Julia's body. Although she already had her own contract ghost, after the two discussed, Julia still promised to let Donald absorb the energy she created.

According to her, her ghost friend has been following her, absorbing energy every day, and doesn't care about the two groups.

The name of leeks is continued.

"You are not making energy now quickly and you can't control them. I suggest you can explore more in this regard. I think your talent and ability will definitely be more effective than this."

Donald himself was not completely familiar with control and quick thinking, so he naturally did not dare to teach others casually. He could only remind him a few words, thinking that he might ask Diliya if he had the opportunity.

Hu~ Hu~

The wind outside the window became louder and louder. Even if the window was locked, it still came in through the gap between the door frames.

"You go back quickly. There will be a heavy rain this afternoon. The rain will definitely be quite heavy at the beginning. Your family will worry about it later."

Outside the window, you can see fallen leaves and branches dancing all over the sky. The sky is filled with dark clouds and the storm is about to come.

Donald had a headache thinking that he had to go out later. He really took the initiative to make a deep-sea resentful spirit.

As time goes by, the sky becomes darker and darker. It is obviously ten o'clock in the morning, but it looks almost the same as the hazy state when the sun is about to rise or not in the early morning.

In such an environment, Donald set out with the envelope in his hand, and the documents and materials he "touched" from the Maritime Bureau and the maps he had obtained before were spread on his desk.

In the single-family villa at 13 Rachel Street, the president of the Greber Chamber of Commerce was the first to see the letter on the table.

There is no signature or mark, it is just an ordinary envelope in a roadside shop.

Holding a pipe with gold wire, put it next to it, and pulling out the letter paper. There was not much content, so I simply glanced at it.

"Bastard! Irving! Irving!"

He slapped the table, feeling excited.

"Master, I'm here, is there anything?"

The old man dressed as a housekeeper rushed into the room and asked.

"Who sent this letter?"

Usually, his study room only allows his housekeeper to come in to clean, and no one else is allowed to enter, even his wife cannot.

The president's anger is expressed on his face, which is rare, but as the president's housekeeper for many years, he sees more than anger.

"Letter? There was no postman coming to your door today. Master, today it was rainstorm week and the post office was closed."

The housekeeper saw the letter and was also searching for memories in this regard while answering. He was a servant and must be ready to solve the problems of the director at any time.

"No one sends it? Then who did you get this letter? Will it enter my study by itself?"

"I really haven't entered your study today. I've been checking the rain protection measures around the house since the morning...."

The butler never encountered this letter.

"You! You...behind!"

The president suddenly showed a look of horror and pointed behind the butler. The latter immediately turned around and was empty.

The butler didn't know what to say now. The president's actions looked like a prank by a child, but the expression on his face was so realistic.

"Behind you!!"

The president seemed to be still a little impressed, and suddenly stood up from his seat and shouted.

The housekeeper had to look back again. This time he did not remain indifferent, but cooperated to make a terror and exclaimed in surprise.

"You saw it too, right? Ghost!"

"Yes, I saw it...there are ghost fires burning around it, and a layer of veil is covered with..."

"Fart! Not what you said at all!"

The existence the president saw was not curious. It was just a person, a person covered in blood and looked extremely miserable. He was standing behind the butler just now.

Can you still act well?

The housekeeper looked at the president in a daze. He thought it was just the president performing drama again. This was his hobby. The theater in Tallinn District was the place he visited the most except for the Chamber of Commerce.

"Forget it, you go down and contact the people from Gwyn Security Company and ask them to send a team to protect me immediately and ask for the best team!"

The president clenched the letter in his hand and glanced left and right. This time the ghost did not appear again.

"Is there any danger? Do I need to contact the police station and ask them to send someone here. Although it is rainy week, they should still have a team on duty."

"Of course...no! Don't contact the police station, I can solve it myself."

The content on the letter is too sensitive. When calling the police at this time, your own safety may not be guaranteed, and it is easy to expose some things.

"Okay, I'll do it right away."

The butler lowered his head and just wanted to leave the study room quickly. When he got outside, he explained it as soon as possible. The president's nerves were a little sensitive and no one was allowed to come forward to disturb him.

The moment the door of the study closed, the previous figure appeared again!

“Irving…Eur…”

"Chairman, it's me!"

The miserable figure suddenly made a sound, and the president who was about to shout came to an abrupt end. Not everyone could call this title. In the Greber Chamber of Commerce, most people called him the president, and only a few close subordinates would call him the chairman.

"Deputy Director?"

After all, people are storms and waves. When ordinary people see such a guy who is not human or ghost appear in front of them, they probably have to shout even if they are not scared to faint, but the president forced himself to stabilize his emotions.

"Chairman, listen to me, there is something very important now. Those people we designed to kill back then come back and take revenge. You have to do what is said in this letter to completely end that guy, and the shipwreck situation of our chamber of commerce will improve..."

That's right, this figure is the vice-president of the Greber Chamber of Commerce. The president attended his memorial service in person yesterday, but now he appears in the study again in this way.

Even if he dies, he still wants to convey some messages like the president. There are not many such good employees now!

Unfortunately, how great would it be?

On the edge of the street outside the villa, Donald stood next to the lamppost. This time he went out, he did not wear a silk top hat, but chose a hooded windbreaker, and a rainproof cloak outside.

Holding a human face book in his hand, pressing the cover with his other hand, closing his eyes, but what appeared in his mind was the picture in the study behind him.

"Yes, Chairman, you are right. After I was killed, I sensed the existence of that guy. It is still wandering near the western port of Xialin District. These days it has been rainstorms. All ships will not go out to sea. The western port where the wreck remains are located has not even been rested, let alone someone will go there. You take people over and kill that guy. Only in this way can I escape the constraints of the wrecked wreck!"

Facing the lamppost, Donald struggled, his words were urgent and urgent.

The acting skills that Puston trained between life and death are truly useful.

The ability of human face writing is not as simple as forming an image. Donald has long used leeks as guinea pigs for experiments during this period.

After touching the letter paper, a spiritual mark is left. The psychological suggestion will forcefully succeed. This is equivalent to the other party's spiritual illusion being dominated by Donald, and that illusion will share everything with Donald. As long as he wants, he can synchronize himself with the illusion and convey his voice and expression to the beings affected by human writing.

This requires a certain amount of mental support, and the previous director of Human-Wenchaser obviously did not meet this requirement. Such a good auxiliary object could be said to be completely buried when it fell into his hands. Now it is only in Donald's hands that it is considered to be a full use.

This plan was what Donald thought of last night. If you want to seduce the deep-sea resentment spirit, you must find the source of resentment. This is what Dilya said.

How to find it? Do you personally investigate the case of that year, or do you check it out in front of the deep sea vengeful spirits?

This difficulty coefficient is not a small part. The police station investigated for so long half a year ago but had no results. If he could find it alone, he would be a real famous detective.

However, that was really a waste of time. There were only a few days in the rainstorm week, and Donald had no time at all!

So he decided to ask the president of the Greber Chamber of Commerce to help him find it. If it was a fact, he would definitely participate. After all, he would be the ultimate beneficiary of this kind of compensation, and all the compensation would fall into his hands in the end.

In this case, Donald used human-face to transform the ghost of the vice chairman, and came to ask for the elimination of the deep-sea vengeful spirits on the grounds that he was bound by the vengeful spirits and could not be detached. He came to ask for the elimination of the deep-sea vengeful spirits.

Telling the president not to kill the vengeful spirit, then the Greber Chamber of Commerce will never be able to settle down is a reason for the president to take action.

The emphasis on the deep-sea vengeful spirit is one of the dead on the ship. He reminded the president in another way that he must not take outsiders, that is, he cannot notify the police station. Otherwise, if the deep-sea vengeful spirit is halfway through the fight, he will start to talk about what happened back then.

They have to wait for the law to judge unless they get rid of the police station.
Chapter completed!