Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 988 "Ghost Playing with People"

  Mills stood there holding the dirty cookie box for about seven or eight minutes. If it weren’t for the sound of Jim in the background of the video and the changing numbers, time seemed to have stopped.

   Immediately after that, he suddenly took a step back, and then ran to the window like crazy, Jim immediately threw the phone and rushed over, trying to hold him down.

After struggling for a while, Jim picked up the ice bucket, but looking at his posture, he seemed to be about to hit the bucket on Mills' head. As a result, the ice and water in the ice bucket showered Mills head by side. Face, he quickly woke up.

  After an exhausting night, coupled with the fatigue of the journey, Mills couldn’t stay refreshed when he woke up the next morning like in his early twenties.

  He looks haggard and his scum is not shaved. It is definitely inappropriate to go to church in this way. Besides, it is Sunday, and many families will go to church to attend Mass.

  But now he is eager to dispose of the weird box, and then continues to investigate the Angela Warren incident, so he hailed a taxi early in the morning and went to the contact point that the church told him.

Hyakki Yakou is often derived from the legend of Fusangshen. In Japanese mythology, artifacts will become monsters over a hundred years. These artifacts can be flower pots, umbrellas, lanterns, bronze mirrors, etc., but when the morning sun shines They will disappear if they shine on the earth.

  Mills doesn’t know if the monk will listen to the priest, but he doesn’t bother to take care of so much. Next time, he will never investigate two cases at once.

  When he entered the priests’ office area through the back door of the church, Mills found that the contact he was looking for was talking to a woman.

  She looks more than 30 to 40 years old. The age of a woman is always a mystery. She has dark brown hair, wears a black jacket and jeans, and does not wear high heels, which is completely different from the dressing of women in New York and Los Angeles.

  When he had a lot of her, the woman also noticed his presence, and her eyes suddenly widened.

  Fr Edward also followed her gaze. Mills, who was planning to wait until they finished talking, had to come forward.

   "Are you Father Edward?"

"Yes you are?"

  "This is David Mills. The secretary of the Diocese of Detroit told me that I can contact you if I have something to do."

   "Oh, nice to meet you." Father Edward immediately shook hands with David enthusiastically.

   "Who are you?" Mills glanced at the woman next to him irritably, her eyes kept staring at him.

   "Isabella Taylor." The woman looked at him up and down, "You seemed to have a bad time last night."

  "Taylor...you and Eddie Taylor and Caroline Taylor..."

  "They are my parents." Isabella smiled and said, "I came here to investigate the incident."

   "Oh." Mills said dryly, "What place is haunted this time?"

  "Funeral home, how about you, Mr. Mills?"

   "Hotel." Mills took out the cookie box that was turning in the paper bag. "This thing almost killed me last night."

   "Is it the Mandala Hotel?" Father Edward asked.

   "Yes, I investigated it, this time it may be a Japanese monk who is haunted."

   "Father Edward." Another priest shouted at the end of the corridor.

   "Please wait for a while." Father Edward said, and then followed the young priest.

  Only two people, Mills and Isabella, remained in the corridor.

   "Can I take a look?" Isabella asked.

   "No problem." Mills passed the cookie box over.

  Isabella did not rush to open it.

   "I can feel that there is a strong spiritual power on it." She stroked the cookie box and said, "Is it disturbing you?"

   "Does it count if it encourages me to commit suicide?"

  "Do you know Buddhism..."

   "I know that Buddhism does not promote suicide." Mills said impatiently, "I heard that the Taylors have a museum, can you take it away?"

   "I don't know." Isabella said, "I can keep it for you for a few days, but it may continue to affect you."

   "What?" Mills said in surprise.

  "As far as I know, not every guest staying in Room 64 of Mandala Hotel has accidents or hallucinations, Mr. Mills, it has a great influence on you, do you know why?"

  Mills did not answer her immediately.

  Isabella opened the cookie box, revealing the silver box inside.

  "Baijuwan?" She read the Chinese characters on the box.

   "That's his lover's name." Mills said, "They are gay..."

  Mills tells Isabella the story of Qingxuan and Baijumaru, as well as the reincarnated Sakurahime of Baijumaru, and the change of **** screen.

   "I believe it's not that the artifacts have become mournful, oh, my god, what am I talking about?" Mills said irritably after speaking.

  He must look a lot like a lunatic now.

   "Do you think that Qingxuan's soul is like a Horcrux in this box?" Isabella continued.

   "Horror?"

   "Hocrifice can seal a part of a person's soul. In the eyes of the Egyptians, the body is a container for the soul..."

   "I don't care about this, can you handle it?" Mills said impatiently.

"With all due respect, Mr. Mills, I think Qingxuan's soul is now possessed by you. Even if I take this box away, it will still come back to you, just like the Annabel doll my parents dealt with. The key is to keep him from pestering you."

"so what should I do now?"

  "Continue to investigate. Also, you'd better give it to the temple. They should know more about the ghost of monks than monks."

  Isabella returned the box to Mills.

   "Is this thing evil?" Mills asked.

   "Sorry, what do you mean?"

   "I mean this thing will curse me or something?"

  "Have you heard of the Eucharist container (pyxis)?"

   "The box for the sacrament?"

   "What do you think is in that box?"

"what……"

  "People believe that they will be blessed after eating the Eucharist. I cannot guarantee that the box in your hand will bring you a curse or a blessing. Maybe you can find someone to divination."

   "Like Tarot cards or something?" Mills smiled weirdly.

   "I know." Isabella said with a smile, "It sounds like crazy."

   "But you still suggest that I do this?"

   "I'm telling you a secret, can you not tell other people?" Isabella said mischievously.

   "What's the secret?"

She looked around, then leaned to Mills’ ears, and said in a voice that can only be heard by both of them, “The fortuneteller I know told me that it is not her who can predict the future, but the one who possesses her.” God's spirit', she doesn't remember what she said or did when she was possessed."

  Mills shuddered and looked straight at Isabella.

  Isabella smiled at him, then swayed away.

  It rained one night last night, and the weather cleared this morning. Mills watched her walk in the bright sunshine, and turned to walk towards the door where Father Edward had just gone.

  Regardless of whether what she said is true or not, he wants to dispose of this cookie box, and he still needs a place to sleep, anyway, he will not return to the Mandala Hotel.

  (End of this chapter)