The second detail is blood. When Ma Danlong was summoning souls, he pricked the middle fingers of his hands with sharp needles, squeezed out drops of blood, and smeared them on the forehead, temples, eyes, lips and other places of the deceased Brother Peng. It can be imagined that a corpse

The cold and stiff body, with red blood on its pale face, was so terrifying.

Peng Gang said that he felt numb all over after seeing it, and asked Ma Danlong what was going on. The man said that this was part of an ancient ritual, and it was said to be related to the six paths of reincarnation. The forehead was the animal path, the eyes were the ghost path, etc., and his mouth was full.

You can't understand the nonsense and it scares you to death.

Another detail is that Ma Danlong used a very strange spell when summoning souls. Its pronunciation is simple but very strange, with several syllables rising and falling alternately, and it is rhythmic and sounds very solemn. This spell is used with blood,

Ma Danlong wiped a trace of blood on the corpse and recited a spell, which looked very strange under the dim light.

Peng Gang said with a trembling voice: "I don't want to go through that kind of torture again. If it hadn't been for what happened to my father, I would have no interest in finding out about his background, and I wouldn't even want to recall it again."

I can imagine that the ancient rituals related to life and death must be secretive, weird, and terrifying. Ordinary people are afraid of seeing corpses, let alone this kind of in-depth exploration of the process of death. It is different from doctors in hospitals. Doctors

Facing death is, after all, purely material. And such weird rituals can penetrate deeply into people's hearts and destroy you spiritually.

Holding Ma Danlong's address, I was very hesitant whether to follow Li Damin's footsteps and 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 our family ran a company. Guess what he said? He said he

Able to sense death. If someone is about to die and is sure to summon the soul back, he will investigate that person's life experience and personally visit the scene of death to provide treatment. This is his ability to make a living."

I had already stood up, but when I heard this, I sat down again: "You mean that 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: "It's not as scary as the god of death."

I was feeling congested. I looked at the whole book of notes and found it difficult to breathe.

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

In the early hours of the morning, I returned to my residence and fell on the bed. My mind was in a mess, but I just couldn't fall asleep. I suddenly remembered something and hurriedly turned on the computer and went online.

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

Unfortunately, search engines are not yet developed enough to search for music based on melody. I thought about it and filled in those few keywords, such as "relax", "take deep breaths to the sound of my voice", etc. Don't mention it.

It's really searchable.

A row of similar music appeared on Baidu. I listened to it one by one and finally found the one. The whole melody was exactly the same as what Peng Gang had hummed. There was also a problem with what Peng Gang described. In fact, this was not some kind of sofa music, but a song about myself.

Hypnotic music.

The creator of the music is a psychologist, and the man's voice in it is him. He uses music and language to subtly guide the listener to perform self-hypnosis. I checked some posts about this music, and there are quite a lot of listeners.

When talking about their feelings after listening to music hypnosis, some said it was nonsense, some said that they were so nervous that they had no reaction, some said that they were indeed hypnotized and felt as if they could fly, and some even exaggerated, saying that they saw past lives during hypnosis.

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I put on music, took a hot shower, and lay on the bed with my eyes closed. The music was very soothing and could indeed bring a warm and relaxing feeling. But to say that this music can induce self-hypnosis is a bit ridiculous. At least I

It sounded drowsy and showed no signs of hypnosis.

Maybe I'm too nervous.

While I was listening, I imagined the scene in the basement where Brother Peng huddled up and played music. It was certain that he did not attend any church, and the whole process was not a ceremony similar to the Black Mass. This music was not that evil.

He is practicing self-hypnosis.

I'm not a psychologist, and I don't know much about hypnosis. But I probably know that the purpose of hypnosis is to put people into a specific mental state, interpret the subconscious, 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 hypnotized himself in order to return to the memory of the underworld.

This is not impossible. The only way to enter the underworld is to die, but Brother Peng found another way. After all, he has experienced the underworld in the past. This memory is stored in his brain. Now he uses self-hypnosis to enter the underworld again.

The more I think about it, the creepier I feel.

There seems to be an American movie about sealing a memory, and the protagonist constantly enters this world of closed time in some way. Will Brother Peng do the same? He hypnotizes himself in order to enter the underworld again and again. What if?

If this is true, it can be concluded that he must have had some very unique experience when he was in the underworld, and this experience made him want to stop.

This kind of experience should be wonderful. No one wants to experience it again and again after experiencing a mountain of corpses, a sea of ​​blood, a haunted house, a haunted house, and the separation of their wives and children. Even mentally retarded perverts know the smell.

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

The next day was Sunday. I got up early and took a taxi to find Ma Danlong with his address. He lived in Block B of the Huayuan Community. The Huayuan Community is an old building with a history of more than ten years, not far from the unit where I currently work.

, but I have never been there.

This community is relatively remote. The residential buildings are so gray that the original color cannot be seen. There is a small night market at the entrance of the community. In the afternoon, it turns into a messy snack street, creating a smoky atmosphere and sewage flowing everywhere. It doesn't look like rich people live here.

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When I arrived at the community, I saw a group of people gathered inside, forming a large circle. They were pointing and pointing, not knowing what they were looking at. I quickly squeezed through, and there was a yellow police tape at the end, and a few men who seemed to be in plainclothes.

With a small leather bag under his arm, he was talking to a manager in blue uniform in front of the building.

I looked up at the building. It had twenty-one floors. White clouds were drifting down. The building seemed to be crumbling, as if it was about to tilt and collapse. I felt confused for the first time and quickly averted my gaze.

An old man next to him exclaimed: "How old are you? Just jump off the building."

I hurried over to listen, and there were a few old ladies who had just arrived. They were full of energy, their eyes were shining, and they gathered around the old man and asked what was going on.

It turns out that someone jumped from the platform of this building this morning. It's on the 21st floor. Just think about what happened to this person when he landed. He probably needed a shovel.

There was a large black area on the dirty ground, and I didn't know if it was left by the corpse. The more I looked at it, the more I became more and more confused, listening to the old man's gossip.

Someone asked me how old I was when I jumped from the building. Suddenly, I thought about Li Damin coming, and my heart was pounding. It couldn't be this guy.

Because this building is exactly the address where Ma Danlong is located.

The old man said: "She is a little girl, she seems to be less than thirty. I heard that she was dumped by her boyfriend and she is still pregnant. I couldn't think about it anymore, so I climbed up to the rooftop and jumped down. Alas, one body and two lives."

Someone next to me joked: "How do you know that you are not the child's father?"

"I'm fooling your mother." The old man got angry and moved his eyebrows: "Can you be more virtuous when you speak? I'll tell you how I know. Have you seen Lao Wang?" He pointed at the man in blue uniform with his hand.

Administrator: "Lao Wang and I are chess friends, and he works in the reception room of the building every day. He doesn't know anything."

While I was listening, suddenly a gust of cold wind blew by, and I got goosebumps all over my body. The old man saw that everyone around him was listening to him, and he was very proud. He shook his head and continued, "This building has ten rooms and nine empty rooms, and there is no one at all."

There is so much evil here. It is said that three people have died this year alone. Some jumped from buildings, some hanged themselves, and some took medicine. Many residents are preparing to sell their houses and move.

At this time, the plainclothes men finished speaking and came out of the building and took a car to leave. The administrator, known as Lao Wang, stood at the entrance of the building and waved his hands to see him off. Looking at the dense crowd watching the excitement around him, he put his hands behind his back and clasped his hands tightly.

She furrowed her brows and walked back to the reception room with her butt stuck out like a wise man.

The people watching talked for a while and then dispersed. A few good-hearted people gathered around the old man and entered the communication room to continue gossiping with Lao Wang. Since I had nothing to do, I followed them and walked in together.

Lao Wang clapped his legs and sighed: "What a pity. In the morning, I just got up, folded the quilt and washed 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. At that time, I was frightened.

Before I could react, I heard a loud noise, like a big bag suddenly bursting, with red, yellow, and white things flying everywhere. As you know, the residents of our building are not very good. We often throw things down and spit.

I thought it was someone else who had thrown the sundries down. I took a closer look and realized, oh my god, my grandma, she almost scared me because she didn’t pee. A big living person was smashed to pieces. The blood, the flesh, the arms and legs,
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