Borrowing the ghost's vision is equivalent to having night vision.
Jiang Xia walked into the dark exhibition hall, passed through a group of strangely shaped sculptures, and walked towards the deepest part.
The smell of blood is getting stronger and stronger.
When you reached the end of the room, you looked to the left and saw a huge oil painting hanging on the wall. In the painting, a demon was nailed to a cliff by a knight with a sword.
Looking to the right, there is a fat middle-aged man hanging on the wall. He was nailed to the wall in a "devil's style". Blood was spattered all over the wall. The blood flowed down the wall and had gathered at the root of the wall.
There was a pool of blood.
Jiang Xia glanced at the middle-aged man's body and quickly settled on his calf.
There was a fresh soul hanging there. It was the size of a palm, like a shikigami cut out of a piece of white paper.
Jiang Xia had just seen a similar one in the morning. Unexpectedly, he went out for a walk in the afternoon and saw another one right after.
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In the classification of psychics, when a person dies, some souls will dissipate directly, and some with extraordinary talents can become ghost fetuses.
There is another one, somewhere in between.
——It’s something like this paper shikigami.
Ghost fetuses usually have relatively strong self-awareness and remember some of their past events. They are the most difficult to abduct, but also the most useful.
As for the leg-picking style in front of me... I don't have much consciousness, only obsession.
Most of them act on instinct.
After being generated, some will grab their own bodies nearby, while others will float towards the murderer and grab the murderer's legs.
Although the ghost baby's eyesight has been borrowed, his other senses are still there.
It felt the breath of the leg-picking shikigami, and couldn't help but move forward, stretched out its little hand, and wanted to pull it off and bring it to Jiang Xia.
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Jiang Xia stood a few steps away and watched.
I saw the leg-skimming god. Although he was shivering because of the ghost baby's approach, he still hugged him tightly.
The ghost baby exerted some force and accidentally tore it a little.
It paused, released its hand, and secretly ironed the wrinkled areas.
Jiang Xia looked at this scene and sighed inwardly.
...It really can't be torn off violently.
We still have to go through the process, send the murderer away first, let the soul get rid of its obsession, and fall off the murderer's lap.
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As a "prophet", Jiang Xia certainly remembers this case in the exhibition hall.
——The reason was that the owner of the exhibition hall went bankrupt, so he packaged the exhibition hall and sold it to Boss Zhenzhong.
And Boss Zhenzhong is the unlucky uncle who was nailed to the wall in front of Jiang Xia.
——After he bought the exhibition hall, he felt that art was just scrap metal and wanted to transform the exhibition hall into a hotel.
Director Ochiai, who is responsible for managing this exhibition hall, has worked here for decades. When he learned about the situation, he was extremely angry and had murderous intentions towards the new boss.
So this afternoon, Director Ochiai was waiting in this hell exhibition hall wearing a faceless knight's armor.
He invited Boss Manaka over and then nailed him to the wall.
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While Jiang Xia recalled the previous incident, he looked at the bloodstains all over the hall and felt that this case was not difficult to solve.
Of course, the first step is to call the police.
Jiang Xia took out her mobile phone and was about to press 110.
But suddenly I heard some movement in the corridor.
——Several people walked towards this exhibition hall while chatting.
Jiang Xia listened carefully and found that the voice was quite familiar - it actually sounded like two of his classmates, Mao Lilan and Suzuki Sonoko.
"..." Jiang Xia paused for a moment while pressing the phone, and silently glanced at the terrifying corpse next to him and the sword on the corpse.
Then I realized that if I didn't want to hear the screaming duo, I'd better not let them in...
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the other side.
In the corridor outside the Hell Exhibition Hall.
Mao Lilan stopped hesitantly.
She looked at the passage leading to the "Hell Exhibition Hall" and tilted her head in confusion: "I remember just now, there was a 'no entry' sign here?"
Suzuki Sonoko came next to her and thought for a moment in a formal manner: "Maybe the exhibit was under repair just now, and it has been repaired now?"
The two looked at the dark exhibition hall curiously, looked at each other, and remembered the purpose of coming today.
Recently, there was a terrible rumor nearby.
——Once late at night, the knight's armor in this "Middle Ages Exhibition Hall" will come to life and move around along the exhibition hall.
So they came here with the idea of ​​"visiting the haunted house".
I also brought along a Conan to boost my courage.
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However, after walking around all afternoon, I never encountered the "Ghost Knight".
Now, they have visited the entire museum, but they have never entered the "Hell Exhibition Hall".
At this time, seeing the "no entry" sign missing, Suzuki Sonoko suddenly felt excited:
"Come on, let's go in and take a look. Maybe that mysterious armor is hidden in this exhibition hall!"
At their feet, Conan said with a pair of dead eyes, "Forget it, we've been shopping for a long time, aren't you tired?"
His weak protests were completely ignored.
The two girls looked at each other, nodded to each other, emboldened themselves, and dragged him into the exhibition hall.
Conan sighed sadly and struggled to stand up straight.
However, at this moment, the strength holding him in his hand suddenly disappeared.
——Mao Lilan and Suzuki Sonoko stopped. Not only did they not move forward, they actually took a step back, with the tendency of hugging each other and trembling.
Conan was startled, raised his head alertly, and looked ahead.
In the dim exhibition hall, I saw a gloomy figure walking out of the darkness step by step.
Conan was shocked: "!"
...But soon, he discovered that the so-called "gloomy" was just an illusion caused by the dim light.
In fact, the man who came out of the exhibition hall walked well, his posture and pace were normal, and he even looked familiar.
Conan: "..." Huh?
……look familiar?
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Jiang Xia walked out of the exhibition hall in the darkness, leaned against the door, and looked at Mao Lilan and Suzuki Sonoko, who were shivering and hugging each other, a little confused: "...Are you cold?"
"No, no." Mao Lilan saw Jiang Xia and breathed a sigh of relief with both disappointment and joy.
Disappointed that I didn't meet a ghost.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Fortunately...well, I didn't encounter any ghosts.
Next to her, Suzuki Sonoko's mental journey was completely different from hers.
"Jiang Xia?" She skipped the stage of disappointment, immediately doubled her joy, and greeted the handsome young man in front of her enthusiastically, "You also come to see the moving armor?"
To be continued...