Xue Mengqing told Dr. Li about her appointment with the old ghost in the old house. Dr. Li was stunned when he heard this. He had never heard of such a ridiculous thing.

After a while, Forensic Doctor Li asked uncertainly: "Are you sure he has corpse spots on his body?"

"I'm very sure. It looks exactly like the one on the corpse. I can't be wrong."

"If it's true, I advise you not to go to the appointment. This case cannot be proven to be a murder. Just close it as suicide!"

"How can that be done? We are the people's police. If we cannot punish rape and eliminate evil, protect the people and redress the grievances of the deceased, and let the murderers go unpunished, what kind of people's police are we?"

When Xue Mengqing heard that Forensic Doctor Li said that he wanted to end the case by suicide, he immediately became furious. Regardless of Forensic Doctor Li's dissuasion, he turned around and walked away angrily.

At 23 o'clock in the evening, Xue Mengqing stood on the balcony of her home, looking up at the sky in a daze. After thinking for a long time, in order to solve this unsolved case, she finally chose to go to Residence No. 44 alone for an appointment.

"You came."

The enemy of the ancient house lay lazily on the sofa in the living room and looked at Xue Mengqing. Xue Mengqing stood at the door, met his gaze and nodded heavily.

"Well, tell me! What do you know? I warn you not to pretend to be a ghost, otherwise, I will arrest you now."

"Don't be anxious. Let me ask you something first. Why did you read that article the day before yesterday saying that you were born at the wrong time? That's not what you said at the beginning."

Xue Mengqing was startled, not understanding why the man asked this matter, but still frowned and said: "I saw in the article that it was an article expressing feelings, but it was not addressed to women, but to men, and

This article was written more than five years ago. In that era, such articles and such feelings were destined not to be accepted, and once discovered, the consequences could be imagined. Why are you asking this?"

"Haha! It's nothing. Let me tell you a story first. Maybe you will understand it after listening to it."

The innocent soul of the ancient house stood up and lit a cigarette.

"Sixty years ago, a famous writer appeared in Pandong City. Any article he wrote could be auctioned for a very high price. The writer never married a wife in his life, and he only had a book boy by his side.

After a long time, the writer suddenly found that his feelings for the book boy had changed, and he found that he fell in love with his book boy, but this kind of feeling was not accepted by the world at that time, so he kept it hidden."

In that most turbulent period, writers were representatives of Confucianism. If such abnormal emotions were discovered by outsiders, the writer would not only be spurned by others, but would also be subjected to the most severe torture.

At first, the writer could still maintain a superior-subordinate relationship with the book boy, but eventually the writer developed a mental disorder due to long-term backlog. In order to release the mental pressure, he wrote an article about his feelings for the book boy.

The writer struggled in his heart for a long time, and finally chose to give this article to the book boy. Unexpectedly, the book boy took this article and published it in the newspaper, making it known to everyone.

As a result, the writer's status plummeted, but he didn't mind. He was satisfied with the book boy by his side.

But just two years later, the book boy who had been with the writer for eight years left him and stole all his works. What was even more unacceptable to the writer was that the book boy actually told the world that he was a psychopath.

Later, the writer found out that the reason why the book boy followed him was to covet his works, and the writer was heartbroken.

The frustrated writer climbed up the Duanqing Cliff and wanted to die. But when he climbed to the top of the mountain, an old man stopped the writer who was seeking death. The old man told the writer that people who cannot die are worthless and should be regarded as heroes in life.

Death is also a ghost hero.

Before leaving, the old man gave the writer an ancient book. The ancient book recorded a way to gather souls, which is to die under a century-old locust tree and sacrifice his right eye, and to choose to be with him at different times.

People born on the same month and on the same day are sacrificed.

As long as seven people are sacrificed, the souls of the sacrificers will be completely gathered together, and then by finding a suitable body as a carrier, the sacrificer can live a new life.

After the old man finished telling his story, he looked at Xue Mengqing and continued his cigarette with a calm expression.

Xue Mengqing trembled when she met the cold gaze of the old man. She pointed at the man and said in horror: "Are you that writer? Impossible. If you are that writer, you are at least ninety years old now. How is that possible?

How can you still be so young? No, you have corpse spots on your body, you are not a human being."

"You're right, I'm not a human being."

After receiving the answer to the injustice of the ancient house, Xue Mengqing accepted the reality and kept retreating with fear on his face.

"You... you are already dead, why did you kill so many people?"

"Because I don't want to die. The world can only be blamed for the death of so many people. I want to live. I still have many articles that have not been seen by the world, and I am not willing to do so."

"So you lied to me to come here just to kill me? Sacrifice me to the locust tree?"

Xue Mengqing fell to the ground, as if he had resigned himself to his fate, and looked at the man in front of him in horror. The evil spirit of the ancient house shook his head with a sinister smile.

"No, no, no, you are the reincarnation of that book boy. I have been waiting for you for decades, and I want you to be my carrier."

Before Xue Mengqing could react, the evil spirit of the ancient house rushed towards her. Then Xue Mengqing's eyes went black and she fainted under the locust tree.
Chapter completed!