The night came quietly, and the hazy moonlight shone on the floor with an indescribable weirdness.

I was lying on the bed and flirting, unable to fall asleep for a long time.

I felt like something was pressing down on me, and I felt bored and uneasy. I simply sat up and planned to go to the kitchen to get a can of drink to quench my thirst. Suddenly, I heard the window "bang", and something seemed to knock down the window.

"Ha." The room on the second floor is more than ten meters above the ground. In addition, it is late at night. It is ruled out that the child next door accidentally hits the glass while playing with the ball, so...

I opened the curtains and looked out, and I could not see anything except the thin light and thick fog.

"As it true..." It's not something to be happy about the common plots of horror movies. I was afraid that this emotion did not appear on me. No one in the house was vegetarian.

I paced back and forth in the room, waiting for a long time but no more movement. Just when I thought I was thinking too much, my brain had hallucinations, the cell phone on the bedside rang out abruptly.

After receiving the phone, I asked calmly: "What trick do you want to do?"

Time is like stillness, and I feel like I am in an absolutely closed secret room. Except for my heartbeat and pulsation, all the sounds are still.

After a long time, a series of noises suddenly came from the phone, followed by a hoarse voice that could not be distinguished between men and women.

"Stop meddling in other people's business."

Meditation on other people’s business? What’s the matter? Is Liu Yixin’s disappearance?

When I was about to open my mouth again, the phone was disconnected and only the blind sound of "beeping" came.

I checked the call history and then broadcast it back, but it was not surprisingly impossible to get through.

"I bought a phone card and called me this phone card with unknown meaning. I pretended to be a monster and threw it away again..." What made me care was that the other party knew my mobile phone number. Could it be someone I knew?

Things didn't seem to stop like this. When I was about to lie down to sleep again, strange music suddenly came from the room.

"Well... it should have been transmitted from the music box, but I don't have that kind of thing." I got out of bed and pressed the switch of the room light... The light didn't turn on.

It seems that someone wants to give me some advice, right?... But you seem to have found the wrong person.

I turned on the flashlight mode of my phone and began to search for the source of music in the room.

After some search, I found a small music box, a music box without a clockwork in a hidden mezzanine.

When I was about to study it carefully, the music box turned into an unknown pool of black liquid and sprinkled all over the ground. The music suddenly stopped at this moment.

I found a test tube and collected some of the liquid. When I got up and prepared to leave the room, the door was locked tightly.

"Damn it, is it over?"

The curtains suddenly opened without warning, and the pale moonlight illuminated the entire room, as if telling me with actions: "It's not over."

"You don't seem to be afraid?"

An ethereal voice came from the petite figure sitting quietly in front of the window.

"If it's a prank, it's really a bit over." I stared at the petite figure in front of the window and vaguely saw the appearance of "it".

Why do we need to use "it" here? Because, the guy in front of us is not a human at all, but a... doll.

A classic ghost doll in Western horror movies.

Wearing a white dress, long gray-white hair, the exposed areas were covered with stitching mouths. It stood up, jumped down from the window ridge, and looked up at me.

"Forcibly pretending to be calm can't avoid death."

"Is that so?" I sneered, squatted down, and my face almost touched the tip of the doll's nose. "Is it interesting to play such a trick? If you want to use this kind of thing to stop me from investigating, it's better to forget it."

It seemed that I was shocked by my behavior. After dozens of seconds, the doll made another sound: "You don't seem to be an ordinary person."

“Each one another.”

"I don't want to be an enemy of you, but please don't investigate this matter again." The guy who controlled the doll became a little polite.

"Why? You did Liu Yixin disappear?"

"She is very safe now, you don't need to worry at all." This guy admitted that Liu Yixin's disappearance was planned by him. But, why is he doing this?

"What if I don't agree?"

"You can try it." The doll's voice became cold again. "I don't want to be enemies with you, but I don't mean I'm afraid of you. I just feel that there is no need to involve irrelevant people. If you insist on continuing, I won't stop it, but you have to consider the consequences of your actions."

After saying that, the doll turned into a pool of black water like a music box.

As the doll disappeared, everything returned to its original state.

Without any hesitation, I brought another test tube and filled the doll's black water...

"So, you haven't slept all night?" Yan Yurou frowned.

"No, since the other party has appeared on the initiative, hasn't the game become more interesting? If he wants to play, I will play with him."

"Or why should I rest today?"

"Don't worry, it's not the first time anyway."

"Hey..." Chen Zishao knocked the dining table with chopsticks very much, "Don't show off your affection early in the morning?"

"So, what exactly is that black water?" Mo Xiaoxue asked a serious question in a rare manner.

"Oh, C4H10O9, C7H6O5H2O and FeSO4." I glanced at the people with black question marks on their faces, and then added, "commonly known as ink."

Mo Xiaoxue thought, "Is the ability of ink?"

"I can't be sure for the time being." I shook my head, "No matter what he is going to do, what should he do or what to do. If you two have nothing to do, please help me check the Xuanjian Database to see if anyone has the ability to control ink."

In order to strengthen the control of psychics, Xuan Jian established something similar to a population database. Whether it is innate or acquired, it will be registered, but this thing... is not very practical at all times.

"No, right? There are millions of people all over the world. When will this be found?" Chen Zishao was quite helpless.

"Search scope: China, age around 17, male, and, if I was not wrong, I should be a local."

"How do you know that it wasn't someone who has a grudge against you? In this way, will the scope be expanded to the whole world?"
Chapter completed!