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The second detail is blood.When Ma Danlong was summoning his soul, he pricked his middle fingers with a sharp needle, squeezed out drops of blood, and smeared it on the forehead, temples, eyes, lips and other places of the deceased brother Peng.One can imagine how terrifying it would be for a cold and stiff corpse with red blood smeared on its pale face.

Peng Gang said that at the time he was numb all over, and asked Ma Danlong what was going on.The man said, this is part of an ancient ritual, and it is said to be related to the six realms of reincarnation, such as the forehead is the animal realm, the eyes are the ghost realm, and so on. The mouth is full of nonsense, and I can’t understand it. It scares people to death.

Another detail is that Ma Danlong used a very strange spell when calling back the soul.Its pronunciation is simple but very peculiar, several syllables rise and fall alternately, full of rhythm and sound solemn.This kind of spell was used in conjunction with blood. Ma Danlong recited the spell once after wiping a bloodstain on the corpse, which looked very strange under the dim light.

Peng Gang said tremblingly: "I don't want to go through that torture again. If it wasn't for my father's incident, I wouldn't be interested in finding out about his background at all, and I don't even want to recall it."

I can imagine that ancient rituals related to life and death must be secret, weird, and terrifying. Ordinary people would be afraid to see a corpse, let alone this process of in-depth exploration of death.It is not the same as a doctor in a hospital. Doctors face death directly, after all, it is on a purely material level.And such eccentric rituals can take root and destroy you mentally.

Holding the address of Ma Danlong, I was very hesitant whether to follow in the footsteps of Li Damin to explore such an unknown field.

I don't know what I will experience, but I know that what I will face directly will be death.

When he broke up with Peng Gang, he suddenly remembered something and said, "Old Liu, I missed a little bit about Ma Danlong. I once asked him how he knew that our family ran a company. Guess what he said? He said He can perceive death. If someone is about to die and he is sure to bring back his soul, he will investigate that person's life experience and go to the scene of death for treatment. This is one of his skills for making a living."

I had already got up, but I sat down again when I heard this: "You mean when your father was still alive, Ma Danlong already knew that he was going to die, and could accurately predict the time of death?"

"Yes." Peng Gang smiled: "Isn't it scary? Like death."

My heart was blocked, looking at the notes I had written down a whole book, it was difficult to breathe.

After we broke up with him, I went to the bar to sit for a while.As night fell, the bar became lively, and the men and women under the feasting lights made me feel at ease and safe.

In the early hours of the morning, when I returned to my residence, I fell headlong on the bed, my mind was in a mess, but I just couldn't sleep.I suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly got off the ground and turned on the computer.

I want to find out what kind of music Brother Peng is listening to in the basement.

It's a pity that the search engine is not yet developed enough to find music based on the melody.I thought about it, and filled in those keywords, such as "relax", "take a deep breath with my voice", etc., let alone, I can really search for it.

A row of similar music appeared in Baidu. I clicked and listened to it one by one, and finally found that one.The whole melody was exactly the same as what Peng Gang hummed.There are also problems with Peng Gang's description. In fact, this is not sofa music, but a piece of self-hypnosis music.

The creator of the music is a psychologist, and the male voice in it is him. He uses music and language to subtly guide the listeners to self-hypnosis.I checked some posts about this music, and there are quite a lot of listeners. They are all talking about their feelings of hypnosis after listening to the music. It seems to be able to fly, and some people are even more exaggerated, saying that they saw their previous lives during hypnosis.

I played music, took a hot shower, and lay on the bed with my eyes closed to listen.The music is very soothing and can indeed bring a warm and relaxing feeling, but I think it is a bit ridiculous to say that this music can induce self-hypnosis. At least I feel drowsy and there is no sign of hypnosis.

Maybe I'm too nervous.

As I listened, I imagined the scene of Big Brother Peng curled up in the basement playing music.To be sure, he did not attend any church, and the whole process was not a ceremony similar to the Black Mass, and the music was not that evil.

He is doing self-hypnosis.

I'm not a psychologist and I don't know much about hypnosis.But I probably also know that the purpose of hypnosis is to make people enter a specific psychological state, interpret the subconscious mind, and then accurately analyze psychological problems.

This mental state can be a fragment of memory.

I sat up suddenly, and a ridiculous idea came to my mind. Brother Peng self-hypnotized, the purpose is to return to the memory of the underworld!

It's not impossible.There is only one way to enter the underworld and that is to die, but Brother Peng found another way. After all, he has a past experience in the underworld, and this memory is stored in his mind. Now he uses self-hypnosis to enter the underworld again!

The more I thought about it, the more creepy I felt.

It seems that there is an American movie that seals a memory, and the protagonist keeps entering this time-enclosed world through some means.Will Brother Peng do the same?He hypnotized himself in order to enter the underworld again and again.If this is the case, it can be concluded that he must have some very unique experience when he was in the underworld, and this experience made him unable to stop.

The experience should be wonderful.No one wants to experience it again and again after experiencing a haunted house with a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood after his wives and children are scattered. Even mentally retarded perverts know the smell.

So the question is, what exactly did he experience in the underworld that made him so obsessed?

The next day was Sunday, so I woke up early and took a taxi to find Ma Danlong's address.He lives in Block B of the Garden District.The Huayuan District is an old real estate with a history of more than ten years, not far from the unit where I work now, but I have never been there.

This neighborhood is relatively remote, the residential buildings are so gray that you can't see the original color, there is a small night market at the entrance of the neighborhood, and in the afternoon it turns into a messy street for snacks, making it smoky and full of sewage.No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a place where rich people live.

When I went to the community, I saw a group of people gathered inside, forming a big circle, pointing at what they were looking at.I hurriedly squeezed through, pulling the yellow cordon inside, and a few men in plain clothes with small leather bags under their armpits were talking to a manager in blue uniform in front of the building.

I looked up at the building, which had 21 floors. White clouds floated down, and the building seemed to be crumbling, as if it was about to collapse. I was confused for a while, and quickly closed my eyes.

An old man next to him sighed, "How big is this, just jump off the building."

I hurried over to listen, and there were a few old ladies who probably had just arrived, full of energy, with glowing eyes, and surrounded the old man to ask what was going on.

It turned out that this morning, someone jumped off the platform of this building. On the 21st floor, think about it, what this person can do when he lands, I guess he will have to use a shovel.

There was a large black patch on the dirty ground, and I don't know if it was left by the corpse. The more I looked at it, the more confused I was, and the old man continued to gossip.

Someone asked how old the jumper was.Suddenly, I had a thought, thinking of Li Damin coming, my heart was beating wildly, could it be this kid?

Because this building is exactly where Ma Danlong is located.

The old man said: "It's a little girl, she doesn't seem to be in her thirties. I heard that she was dumped by her boyfriend and she was pregnant. I couldn't think about it. She climbed up to the roof and jumped down. Alas, she died twice."

Someone next to him joked: "How do you know such details? You can't be the child's father, right?"

"I hate your mother." The old man became angry, his eyebrows twitched: "Can you build up some virtue when you speak? Let me tell you how I know, have you seen Lao Wang?" He pointed to the man in the blue uniform. The administrator: "Lao Wang and I are chess friends, and he works in the communication room of the building every day, and he doesn't know anything."

As I was listening, suddenly a gust of cold wind blew by, and I got goose bumps all over my body.Seeing that everyone around him was listening to him, the old man was very proud, shook his head and continued, this building is empty, and no one lives there. It is very evil!It is said that three people have died this year alone. Some jumped off buildings, some hanged themselves, and some took medicine.Many residents are preparing to sell their houses and move.

At this time, those plainclothes men finished speaking, came out of the building and drove away.The administrator known as Lao Wang stood at the entrance of the building, waving his hands off.Looking at the crowds of spectators around him, he frowned with his hands behind his back, and walked back to the reception room with his butt pouted like a wise man.

The onlookers discussed for a while, and they all dispersed.A few good people surrounded the old man into the reception room to continue gossiping with Lao Wang.Anyway, I had nothing to do, so I followed them and walked in together.

Lao Wang patted his legs and sighed: "Poor thing. I just woke up in the morning, folded my face and was about to go out for dinner. When I walked to the entrance of the building, I saw a black shadow falling from the sky. I was shocked at the time. Before I could react, I heard a loud noise, like a big bag bursting suddenly, and things like red, yellow, and white splashed everywhere. You also know that the residents in our building are not of good quality, and they often throw things down and spit or something. I thought it was someone who threw down the sundries again. I looked at it carefully, my mother, my grandma, almost scared me out of peeing, a big living person fell to pieces. The blood, the meat, the arms and legs, Tsk tsk, I can't say it. The most terrifying thing is that this person is still wearing a bright red pajamas."