He started by brutally defeating the demon lady, and the passersby were terrified!

Xuanwu Lake Residential Area.

After sneaking in, Meng Yan discovered that although there were quite a few onlookers, the scene had already been cordoned off by the police.

He also tried to get along with the residents and started investigating.

"Meng Yan! What are you doing here!"

As they were talking, a figure emerged from the building and paused, it was Hong Guan, who had come to investigate the case.

"Uncle Hong, I was just passing by when I heard there was a murder here, so I came to check it out out of curiosity."

Meng Yan hadn't expected to run into Uncle Hong and the others, so he immediately scratched his head and explained with a smile.

But the sharp-eyed Uncle Hong sternly pulled him aside.

"What's so interesting about a murder scene! Let me tell you, Xiao Meng, this is a murder case, not feudal superstition. If you dare to sneak in here under the cover of night, I'll arrest you myself! Understand?!"

Others might not know what this kid was thinking, but Hong Guan knew perfectly well. He had simply heard the rumor that the deceased had been possessed by an evil spirit and had come running over because of the smell.

I should have known better than to praise it!

Sin! !

"Uncle Hong, could this woman really be possessed by an evil spirit?"

However, in the next instant...

Hong Guan realized that not only were his warnings ineffective, but he seemed even more excited.

Damn it!!

"This is a suicide, not some supernatural possession! I mean, this is a crime scene cordoned off by the police. If you go in, you'll be detained at best, and at worst, criminally detained and sentenced for obstructing official business or destroying evidence! You're about to go to college, and you still believe in this nonsense? There's no such thing in this world. All demons and monsters are just people!"

Hong Guan left with a dark expression, leaving behind a single sentence.

During this time, Meng Yan saw a blue body bag being carried out.

There are also many evidence bags.

One of them was a black wooden comb with red tassels.

Although what Uncle Hong said made some sense—that he had recklessly fought so many ghosts and monsters who were all human—this time it clearly didn't seem like suicide.

Moreover, he had just found out that this girl liked taking photos, booked a train ticket to a popular city three days later, and planned to travel abroad this year. The day before she died, she even posted a photo on her WeChat Moments of combing her hair with an antique comb she had found online. How could she commit suicide, cut her hair, and slit her stomach?

Maybe it really is an evil spirit.

Adhering to the principle of "better to miss an opportunity than let it pass by".

He wandered around the neighborhood until late at night before going home, wondering if he might get lucky and stumble upon some good fortune.

But he was disappointed. He wandered around until midnight, when the yin energy was said to be at its strongest and there was no one in the neighborhood or on the streets, but he still didn't see any evil spirits emerge.

On my way home, I walked along a path outside the Xuanwu Lake residential area.

Looking up at the fourth floor with its huge floor-to-ceiling window, I sighed helplessly.

When exactly will he encounter this monster?

As for your question about whether he wanted to sneak into the sealed-off bathroom suicide scene, he could only say that he wanted to awaken his cheat ability, not to go to jail.

If he really can't awaken, he's still hoping to get into university and eke out a living.

After crossing the bridge and arriving home, I quickly washed up and went to bed.

Six o'clock in the morning.

He gets up for a morning run.

This is a habit cultivated from childhood in order to be able to fight against demons and monsters.

However, today he doesn't plan to run along the river outside his old and dilapidated Fuyuan Community. Instead, he goes to the Xuanwu Lake New Community on the opposite bank of the river to take a lap around it.

The book records that six o'clock in the morning is the last moment when the yin energy dissipates.

What if you're lucky enough to catch the last train of encountering evil spirits?

"Ugh—, why are you back again? I did exactly as instructed!!"

As Meng Yan ran across a bridge, he suddenly saw a strange-looking girl standing on the riverside path below the bridge, her hands clasped in prayer.

She made a discarding gesture as if she had just completed some kind of ritual, and then quickly walked from the riverside path towards the bridge. However, after taking only two steps, she suddenly froze, opened the brown handbag, and instantly turned pale, collapsing to the ground in despair.

Her name is Lin Xuexue.

He was the photographer's partner for Wei Jing, the victim in yesterday's Xuanwu Lake bathtub suicide case.

As the last person I had contact with before the death, and having taken photos with the person the day before yesterday, I was naturally called in by the police yesterday for questioning.

After telling her the truth, she returned to her rented room exhausted and fell asleep immediately. She, who never had nightmares, had a bizarre nightmare after falling asleep. She dreamt of the ancient town she and Jingjing went to, and that they walked along a small path to an abandoned village, into an old house from the Republican era. Inside, there was a well that emitted a red light, and then a half-rotten face pressed against her.

This scene, except for the well in the background, was so real that it instantly woke her from her dream!

Just as she was panting heavily and still in shock, she suddenly felt something under her pillow. She turned on the light, lifted the pillow, and was so frightened that she was scared out of her wits.

It turned out to be the black comb with red lacquer that Jingjing had quietly picked up on the bluestone of the old house.

The red paint was still shining.

The time on the phone is 00:00.

Terrified, she hesitated between calling the police and consulting a master, ultimately choosing to consult one.

After hearing her story, the master immediately concluded that she was being haunted by a ghost, who had taken her friend's life and was preparing to take hers as well.

After receiving a consultation fee of 2999 yuan, the master agreed to help her resolve this calamity and gave her a suggestion: at six o'clock in the morning, when the yin energy dissipates and the yang energy begins to rise, go to the vicinity of the deceased's house, recite the exorcism incantation he gave her, and throw the ghost comb into the river to ensure peace.

So she didn't dare to sleep all night.

I arrived here promptly at six o'clock today, recited the exorcism incantation given by the master, and threw the ghost comb into the river.

Just as things were over and I was about to leave.

She suddenly felt something moving inside her handbag.

Upon opening it, the person immediately turned deathly pale and collapsed to the side of the road.

The black-bodied, red-lacquered ghost comb that she had just thrown into the river had somehow appeared in her backpack, completely wet.

"I didn't pick it up! Why are you targeting me?!"

A sense of fear spread through her body, and Lin Xuexue covered her face with her hands and cried!

"asshole!!"

Perhaps it was the collapse and fear that broke her rationality, and after a while, a look of anger appeared in her eyes!

Suddenly, he pulled the comb out of his bag, and in a fit of rage, picked up a large rock and smashed it down!

"Hey! Isn't this—"

"Don't touch it!!!"

Meng Yan naturally came over to join in the fun at such a strange scene.

However, he froze when he got to the side.

He recognized the comb. Wasn't it the same one that the girl who committed suicide in the bathtub yesterday was holding? It was made of black sandalwood, with red tassels and a green brocade band around it, and two small jade beads. But wasn't it taken away by the police?

He saw it sealed in an evidence bag yesterday! Why is it here? Could it be two identical ones?

He had just crouched down to pick up the broken comb and ask what happened when the girl pushed him away like a madwoman!

"Yes, I'm sorry, I hurt you. This comb is strange, classmate, don't touch it, or you'll be haunted by a ghost!"

Lin Xuexue realized that she had not only lost her composure but had also almost knocked someone over, so she quickly apologized.

Her main concern was that she didn't want a third person to be entangled with the ghost comb!

"I'm possessed by a ghost!!"

However, the next second Lin Xuexue noticed that the handsome boy with glasses, who should have been terrified after hearing about ghosts, had an extremely abnormal expression.

Especially those eyes, they were like a car suddenly switching from low beams to high beams in the dark, shining like a beam of light!

"Heh...yes, there was a murder here yesterday, you know? She was my friend. This comb was in the victim's hand, but I had a nightmare after coming back from the police station last night. When I woke up, I found this comb under my pillow for no reason. I think it's probably because I found it in the old house, and Jingjing picked it up despite my advice, and even used it to comb my hair, that's why it's haunted by ghosts. Heh...just take it as me talking nonsense, anyway, whatever you do, don't touch it."

Thinking that her life had just begun and she was about to die, Lin Xuexue, overwhelmed with grief and despair, had no time to wonder why he wasn't afraid at all. She spoke forlornly, saying that she might die tomorrow, today, or the next second, so she didn't want to hurt anyone else.

"What are you doing?!"

The next second, Lin Xuexue let out a sharp, explosive sound!

"You mean if you use this comb to comb your hair, you'll have nightmares and be haunted by vengeful ghosts, right?"

Sometime later, the comb in front of her disappeared, and the madman, while combing his hair, asked her with a smile!

"Is it correct to comb it vertically like this? Or horizontally like this?"

And then, holding that comb, he combed his head back and forth and side to side, as if giving a massage.

"You're insane! You're really insane! I'm not kidding! This is a ghost comb! My friend, who's been haunted by a vengeful ghost, mentioned that ever since she got this comb, she's been having nightmares, often dreaming about the place where we took photos, and a dry well. I dreamed about it last night too, and the worst part is, even after I threw it into the river, it automatically reappeared in my bag, you know that?!"

Lin Xuexue was furious.

How did I end up with such a rebellious madman!

I already said it would kill, it would kill, and one person has already died, so why touch it again? And to make matters worse, he actually used it to comb his hair!!

"Oh, you have nightmares, you dream about ancient wells, and you even come back to life if you throw yourself in a river? So, beautiful lady, where did you take these photos?"

Meng Yan's smile was harder to suppress than an AK! He was ecstatic!

It can automatically return to your bag even if you throw it into the river, and you still say it's not a monster!

Seventeen years!

Do you know how many detours he took and how hard he waited?

Demon-Suppressing Tower!

Your dad's here!

"An abandoned old house in Heqiao Ancient Town...wait, why are you asking about that?!"

Lin Xuexue's expression suddenly became alert.

Because she found the man in front of her really strange. She had said something so terrifying and creepy, but he not only didn't show any fear, but there was even a fanaticism in his eyes!

"Young lady! Actually, I'm a Taoist priest. I'll keep this ghost comb for now; see if it can help you ward off bad luck!"

When you're out in the world, you give yourself your identity.

Meng Yan picked up the comb, put it in her pocket, and then ran home like a newlywed bride.

"Taoist... but aren't you wearing the school uniform of Qingshan No. 1 Middle School?"

Lin Xuexue watched Meng Yan's departing figure with the ghost comb, her mind going blank. This is a T-shirt from No. 1 High School. Do Taoist priests also attend high school?

Family.

Why are you still running if you've already married a ghost wife!

Upon returning, he immediately closed the door as if he had won a five million dollar lottery prize, and carefully examined the black wooden comb that was said to be haunted by vengeful ghosts. It was jet black and looked somewhat like it was from the Republican era, with relief carvings and bright red lacquer as decorations.

It also extends a red tassel strung with two jade beads, which looks exquisite and very noble.

To prevent the ghost from bothering others and instead targeting him, he even pierced his finger and dripped two drops of blood onto it.

According to the book, this is the best way to ensure that a vengeful ghost will take your life.

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