Trying to pretend to be human today

Chapter 149

An Xiangwen quietly touched Qi Zhuyue's other side.

The curly-haired young man was glanced at by Baisu, who didn't respond, and continued to play with the black-haired girl asking and answering.

"So what are the criteria for recruiting in your department?"

"Uh...examination? If you have special abilities, you can choose the best ones according to the situation... If you have outstanding abilities, you can use special tricks."

"Then do you have a place where spirits are locked up and things related to spirits are stored?"

"You, how do you know... yes, yes."

"Oh—where's the address?"

"...No. xx, xxx Road."

"Well, how many people are there in your department?"

"Around 50 people ... the numbers go up and down."

"When do the police usually come out?"

"When encountering an event related to the supernatural, it will be dispatched."

"How long have you been staring at me?"

"A few, a few weeks."

"Did you find anything?"

"Except for what I just experienced... nothing."

"Then have you contacted Xia Chengyin on the way? Or Tang Nuo, Gu Cheng, Chen Zi—Zhang Yeran?"

Qi Zhuyue:?The first few names are easy to say, why even Senior Zhang has them!
Qi Zhuyue found that Baisu unilaterally knew more about them than they thought.

But she only paused for a second, her lips moved: "...No."

"Lie." Baisu put her face on her shoulders and said word by word, "It's not good to lie, your breathing and heart rate have changed."

Qi Zhuyue, who had received a little training but was not professional to the extreme, was breathless, so she could only change her words: "There is a connection..."

Her throat, left chest wall, and wrist were all pressed, and her heartbeat rose and fell with her breathing.

Baisu listened, then glanced to the side again.

Slowly stretched out a hand from the right, and touched the top one of Qi Zhuyue's two thread-bound books on the ground.

He didn't stop it, and the human quickly returned to its original position with the book.

Baisu turned her eyes back to the front: "What did you say just now... Oh yes, how do you usually judge supernatural beings?"

"A machine with detection... If there is a response, there is or has been a supernatural phenomenon."

"That is to say—" Baisu squeezed her chin, "Your cell phone that keeps vibrating?"

Qi Zhuyue was very surprised: "You know? So it wasn't an accident at that time..."

"No, it was an accident to crush your 'mobile phone'." Baisu gave Qi Zhuyue a strange look, "I just knew you were not 'Wei Wenxue'."

Qi Zhuyue: "?"

Baisu: "Wei Wenxue is very courageous and not afraid of ghosts."

Qi Zhuyue consciously made a mistake, but her method of pretending to be a person has great shortcomings, and it is easy to show timidity when meeting familiar people.

All she relied on was that face that showed no trace of disguise, but it was obvious that Baisu's criterion of judgment was not this.

Thinking of the "mobile phone" that was crushed, Qi Zhuyue felt depressed. When she first entered the hotel, the equipment would alarm frantically. She didn't know what was wrong, so she planned to check after checking in.

In the end, when she went out for a meal, she discovered that there were other ghosts in the town... Then when she was about to go back, Baisu trampled on the props.

Qi Zhuyue, who only brought one piece of equipment with her, had no choice but to go out through the window at night to get rid of the ghost whose location had been confirmed.

As for the hotel in question, she plans to get a colleague to help afterward...and so on.

Qi Zhuyue suddenly recalled something.

On the morning after she went out the window, there seemed to be a delicate conversation.

Qi Zhuyue and Baisu looked at each other, she tried to ask: "So yesterday morning was...?"

"Oh that." Baisu showed a playful smile, "A total of three ghosts came to me during the night when you were not in the hotel."

Qi Zhuyue completely missed it, she didn't know it happened.

After thinking about it, she said in a dumb voice, "So those three ghosts were also... eaten by Mr. Bai."

Thinking of her working hard all night, bringing a special gun and other props to kill a tricky ghost...it's really enviable.

In the heart of the brunette girl, the expelled Baili really envied her.

It would be great if their human side also had such a strong ability, wouldn't it be like that to resist spirits——

Before she could imagine a beautiful scene, the black-haired youth knocked heavily on the ground twice to call her attention back.

"Last question." Baisu grinned, "How do you confirm whether a person has special abilities?"

"We rely on..." Qi Zhuyue didn't finish her answer, she suddenly realized something, her eyes widened.

Could it be that Baisu wanted to--

……

An Xiangwen opened the thread-bound book in his hand. The words written vertically made it a little inconvenient for him to read, and the words were densely packed, like small letters.

The characters written with the brush are crowded together, and in some places, too much ink is used for writing, and the ink smudges and smears and spreads out, making them a paste.

An Xiangwen was struggling to read, and he really wanted to know if he had that kind of fast reading skill, so he could quickly find the important places in the thread-bound book.

At least fifty or sixty pages of this thread-bound book, he roughly flipped through it, and it was filled with words. It would take... a few hours to read it completely, at least?

Looking for clues is definitely not like reading a novel, which is very time-consuming.

'—Humadha. '

The writer may feel that it is too long to write the full name every time. After turning a few pages, the Buddha's name is abbreviated into three characters, and the title becomes shorter, but the writer's enthusiasm for it is getting stronger and stronger.

An Xiangwen felt that he was reading some fanatic's growth diary. At first, the writer was quite normal, but as time went by, his words gradually became crazy.

Several scratches of different shades carved holes in the paper. An Xiangwen quickly turned the paper backwards. Fortunately, there were still some crazy words on the back, which didn't seem very important.

The curly-haired youth scratched his head.

He felt that the useful information that could be recorded in ordinary notes or diaries was relatively small, but considering...there is probably nothing else in this hall.

Fuzhao Temple has a full history of less than five years, so it would be strange to find any ancient books?

Just nondescript evil things.

An Xiangwen sighed quietly, pretending not to hear the "chat" on the side, and continued to read.

After turning through about a dozen more pages, he finally saw some useful information.

'Hum Motuo asked for magic. '

On the other hand, An Xiangwen still retains the view that the Buddha is an evil thing.

In layman's terms, the invitation technique is to invite the target person to come down. As for what is invited...it depends on the size.

An Xiangwen gestured at the thickness of the thread-bound book. Even if Qi Zhuyue still had another book, it wasn't too big.

So——if it is really invited, it will be the main body.

An Xiangwen thought while reading.

'The bones of devout believers, the life force and blood of foreign sacrifices. '

The words spoken in Baisu's mouth appeared on the paper, the vertical text twisted downwards, and the last punctuation mark was dragged out of a long mark.

"Let me see... a staff made from the bones of pious believers... Hey, have you written down the specific parts? Those believers are so pitiful..." Even though they were so pious, they had to be killed.

But maybe, when the faith is reached, they will voluntarily die.

An Xiangwen continued to look down. The foreign sacrifices probably referred to them. As for the number of sacrifices... Huh?

"At least... two?"

(End of this chapter)