Tricky.

This is the current view of people in the paranormal department.

Bai Su's mailbox was hacked through illegal means, and the specific address of the haunted villa was obtained from the mail in the mailbox.

It's almost as they guessed. It's a company they've heard about a little bit, but it's not enough to have a name in their department... and so on.

Tang Nuo frowned and looked at the address: "I must have been to this place before, right?"

As he said that, he checked the computer files and found out such a report related to the haunted house.

The report was written a year ago, and the name of the person who wrote the report was not familiar to them. He may have been transferred or it may have been engraved on the tombstone.

Coming back to the report, the report describes the entire process of the haunted house from the discovery to the solution of the supernatural, and it has been confirmed by more than two people.

If the report itself is not wrong, then there should be no danger in the haunted house.

Gao Tianyi: "Like Fuzhao Temple?"

Xia Chengyin: "No, Fuzhao Temple has traces to follow. There is nothing wrong with the report of this haunted house..." etc.

The short-haired police officer turned his head and saw a high school student sitting with his legs crossed on a table in the office where they worked overtime.

It's almost two o'clock in the morning.

The short-haired police officer inhaled and exhaled, telling himself not to get angry.

Xia Chengyin suppressed his temper and asked: "Why are you here?"

The high school student who stayed up all night yawned sleepily: "Well, when we went to deal with this haunted house, it was someone from our Taoist temple. I happened to hear you and my senior sister on the phone, so I took the initiative...it hurts!"
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Leng Buding was rewarded with a chestnut, and the "violator" turned around and asked: "Who let this kid in?"

The overtime worker in the corner of the room silently raised his hand.

Xia Chengyin glared over there, and the colleague who was stared at frowned and looked away.

The short-haired police officer didn't want to be scolded, so he took out his mobile phone and started clicking for a while, forwarding a video to an uninvited high school student - How long does it take to sleep four hours a day so that the whole village can eat?

After Gao Tianyi read the title:?

After finishing the post, Xia Chengyin sneered: "You shouldn't be able to reach the dining table, but if you stay up late when you're underage and have nothing to do... you will definitely not grow taller."

The adult male's gaze pointedly glanced around the head of the minor.

In the entire office, only Gao Tianyi has an altitude of less than 1.7 meters, which even women cannot compare with.

The minor who was inexplicably yelled at a few times frowned and decided not to argue with the naive adult.

Gao Tianyi turned the topic back to the haunted house: "If you can't find the person who wrote the report, my senior sister told me that the house has been dealt with."

If it wasn't the situation at Fuzhaoji Temple, it would be strange.

The people from the special department also turned their attention back and began to ask: "Has the information about the owner of the haunted house been found?"

"I found it, but it was a fake identity and I couldn't contact him."

"...What happened to the people who went to the haunted house address?"

The communication call was sent out and was successfully connected. There was no signal failure.

There is good news and there is bad news.

The good news is that they drove smoothly to the road near the villa area where the murderous house is located. The bad news is... they can't get in.

"I don't know what affected it, but now it's like a large maze."

"It doesn't seem threatening...it's just that it's difficult to leave."

The starting point is the entrance to the villa area, and the end point is where the haunted house is.

No matter how you look at it, those behind the scenes who brought the haunted house into public view don’t want outsiders to arrive too soon.

Once this news reached the ears of the overtime members of the special department, it gave everyone a headache.

While letting people near the haunted house try to get in, they also turned their attention to the screen in the live broadcast room.

I also said before in the live broadcast room that it was manipulated.

It cannot be turned off, and some warning words cannot be sent out. It is not clear what the standards are for the time being.

Fortunately, the anchor himself is more measured... I guess he is.

The eyes of those staring at the screen drifted for a moment.

He didn't really want to see this ghost face anymore... Other viewers couldn't tell that this was a real ghost, thinking it was just special effects and actors, but they knew the truth!

The kid's green face was always glued to the screen, and the person holding the camera even interacted with the barrage a few words.

Although the interaction is very perfunctory, it is still talking.

There are not as many viewers in the live broadcast room in the early morning as there are during the day, which is good news on another level.

"So does he know it's a ghost?"

"You know... you know."

If you know this, don’t keep pointing the camera at the ghost face! It really makes people’s blood pressure rise, as if they are touching the ghost face.

The black-haired young man who was remembered by an entire department sneezed.

[Ha, we must have read it, Xiaobai, so you kept turning the camera away and not letting us hear the sound.]

[Exactly.]

[Speaking of which, can’t this little actor speak? Or is it necessary for the performance?]

Of course - I can’t speak.

Maybe you can tell it when you are alive, but you can't tell it after you die.

After all, he is just a supernatural being attached to this haunted house, and he is not very advanced.

After looking at the age of the child ghost, he looked about seven or eight years old. In human terms... he just entered elementary school?

"It's necessary for the performance." The male voice behind the camera laughed out loud, "Everyone has seen enough, let's go to the next place."

After saying that, the camera moved away and focused on the empty corridor.

The child ghost who was removed from the camera had only one head left, and all the parts from the neck down had disappeared. Only a piece of white catkins floating in the wind was still hanging there, which was not taken back by Bai Su.

The supernatural vitality is quite tenacious to a certain extent, and it can survive even with only a head left.

However, it’s only a few seconds.

The eyes of the little green head were full of disbelief. It couldn't scream, and its head was pinched by Bai Su.

Like squeezing a watermelon, the five fingers were squeezed together hard, and the little green head was crushed.

The supernatural head is much better than a watermelon, with no juice splashing around.

But Bai Su still shook his hand and stood up from his squatting position.

As soon as he turned around, two humans in the distance were looking at him furtively.

Just...sneaky in the literal sense. I don't know where humans get the energy and strength. I moved the cabinets in the corridor and blocked them in front of them. Then I hid behind them and poked my head out again.
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Also because of the obstruction of the cabinet and the shift in perspective, they were unable to see all of Bai Su's movements.

The only thing that can be seen clearly is the last scene - squeezing a watermelon with bare hands... ah, no, squeezing a kid's head.

At this moment, Bai Su looked back, and the human seemed to have hallucinated a pool of blood on his face.

The splashing blood dyed the cheeks red, and the blood falling on the skin slowly slid down due to gravity, and was finally wiped away with the pad of the thumb.

It's a perfect scene from a horror movie, showing the murderer finishing his murder, and approaching humans with the sound of clattering footsteps.
Chapter completed!