After the metaphysics boss dressed as a celebrity in the entertainment industry

[Shameless is invincible: Is it my illusion? This basement floor is gloomy. I, a person who is not afraid of these things, feel creepy. 】

[Great auspiciousness: It’s right that it’s spooky. If it’s not spooky, I wouldn’t come here for a meeting. Speaking of which, I always feel that this place looks familiar. Does anyone remember where it is? 】

[Grumpy old lady: You forgot?This is the Jiangnan No. [-] factory that caught fire four years ago, and many people were burned to death at that time. 】

The Jiangnan factory is the supply factory for the milkcocoa brand in Hanguo. The No. [-] factory produces shoes and bags, the No. [-] factory is responsible for summer clothing, and the No. [-] factory is mainly responsible for the processing of winter clothing.

On the night of Christmas Eve four years ago, a fire broke out in Factory No. [-] due to a violation of electricity regulations, and nine employees were killed on the spot.Factory No. [-] was thus abandoned. Since then, people can always hear cries from the ruins at midnight, and sometimes people can be seen floating in the abandoned building.

The surrounding residents were panicked and frightened for a long time.

Later, Jin Zhendong, the Feng Shui master at the time, came forward and performed several rituals, and then those strange movements disappeared.

Under his suggestion, Factory No. [-] was razed to the ground, a police station was built on it, and people with special birthdays were selected to work here. At the same time, an underground space was opened downward for the decoration of the conference room.

But it doesn't need to be put into use, as long as the passage leading to the basement floor is locked with an iron door, everything will be done.

It is a pity that Jin Zhendong passed away unexpectedly three months after the ceremony. The last lock-up activity of the police station was carried out by his apprentice Li Zaiyou.

Such an important event, of course, was broadcast live by the TV station. On that day, everything went smoothly. Only at the last padlock, Li Zaiyou refused the silver lock prepared by his master, insisting that it would be better to use a gold lock.

Although the people present were curious, they finally listened to him and replaced the silver lock with a gold lock.

Fortunately, nothing strange happened in the follow-up, and this incident was gradually forgotten. If Sister Shen hadn't come here today, maybe this incident would never be remembered again.

【Daji Dali: Yes, yes, yes, I said, why is it so familiar? I remember that a crew wanted to shoot a ghost movie here before, but they all gave up. Is there really something in it? 】

[Don't believe in rumors, don't spread rumors: Master Jin Zhendong said at the beginning that all grievances are over and they have reincarnated. Do you still believe what the master said? 】

Jin Zhendong has been famous for many years, has dealt with many supernatural events, and protected the safety of many people. He is the god in the hearts of every Han countryman and a true master of the metaphysics circle.

Those who experienced the incident at Factory No. 5.00 have [-]% reverence and respect for him.

[Great auspiciousness: He passed away three months after finishing the ceremony, I always feel weird...]

【Xiamen hasn't come yet: Never mind him, anyway, I don't think I'm afraid if Zhuzhu is here, even if there's anything, she'll definitely be able to deal with it! 】

Seeing this passage, Chi Changxian in front of the computer focused his attention on the screen. After looking at it carefully, he felt that what the fan just said was right. Sister Shen really had that reassuring sense of security. .

It doesn't matter if it's demagogic, or it's natural charm.

Anyway, this gloomy and depressing corridor, under her leisurely pace, seems to be the living room of her home.

The follow-up camera is not very stable, so everyone in the live broadcast room can see it. In fact, there are some strange symbols drawn with brushes on the walls on both sides of the corridor, just like the graffiti works of elementary school students.

But how could there be elementary school students in this place?

Anyone with a brain knows that this must be the handwriting of Master Jin Zhendong and Li Zaiyou. What is the purpose of the Feng Shui master's drawing, it must be...

When everyone was feeling nervous, Sister Shen turned her head and looked at the symbols on the wall as she walked forward, like walking in an exhibition hall admiring works of art, nodding and shaking her head for a while.

Xiaomi hesitated and asked her, "Zhuzhu, is there anything wrong with this place?"

"It's a big problem."

Everyone's heart skipped a beat.

Sister Shen laughed lightly, but there was not much smile in her half-bent eyes, she raised her hand to touch the red marks on the wall, and sighed: "The painting is too sloppy, what a waste of such good cinnabar... ..."

Huh, I was so scared to death, it turned out that the drawing was too sloppy.

Xiaomi felt relieved, his exhaled breath trembling.

The tense atmosphere in the live broadcast instantly disintegrated and became cheerful.

But Chi Changxian frowned involuntarily, was she really joking just now?But why does he always feel that there is something in her words?

Although the cinnabar used at that time was indeed expensive, but this is not the point...

"Hiss—" Li Taizheng beside him gasped, leaned back on the chair, and turned to ask him.

"Xiaochang, why do I feel that sister Shenzhu is acting strangely, no, it's not acting strangely at all, I think she seems to mean something?"

"Well, I think so too."

Chi Changxian fell into deep thought, and before he could figure out the meaning behind Sister Shen, he heard the table being patted heavily.

"Damn! An Gangjing is here too! Look, he has such a cheap mouth, he will definitely trouble Sister Shen!"

Li Taizheng curled his lips, with displeasure written all over his face: "I hope Sister Shen can give him a slap in the face later, let him learn a lesson, and let him know that trash dies from talking too much!"

Chi Changxian looked towards the screen. Sister Shen had already entered the conference room. The first person captured by the camera was the boy who was sitting in the middle and playing with his mobile phone on the table.

He has red hair, cross-legged legs, and the collar of the floral shirt is wide open, revealing a large area of ​​pectoral muscles. The light extends along the lines of the skin texture, and the shadows are particularly undulating.

Li Taizheng scolded again: "It's shameless to be so disheveled during a meeting!"

Chi Changxian couldn't help laughing, the enmity between Taizheng and Anshang would never be exhausted in this life.

An Shang is the youngest senior wizard in the wizard's hall. He is very talented. Since joining the wizard's hall, his abilities have improved by leaps and bounds.

Li Taizheng was the one he barged the most times.

Now, he is fighting against sister Shen.

"Tsk tsk tsk master, let me tell you, these days, any cat or dog can come to the metaphysics meeting."

After saying this, he let go of his thumb on the phone screen, and a sound effect of sending a voice message sounded briefly.

It seemed that she was sending a voice message, but her eyes were fixed on Sister Shen, her face full of disdain.

He is Shen sister Zhu in Yinyang, even if there is a camera, he is not afraid.

Xiaomi followed Sister Shen and sat in the middle space on the other side, with a displeased expression, mouth puffed out and not speaking.

Sister Shen noticed her face, smiled and pushed the water she had just poured to Xiaomi, and asked her with concern: "Is it all right, it's a smoky place, there are all kinds of dirty things, don't go to the opposite side if you're afraid of dirty eyes. Just watch."

Opposite her is Anshang.

Xiaomi was amused by this sentence, and his mood improved a lot.

An Shang has a violent temper, and he was about to vent his anger. He immediately kicked the chair away and threw his hands on the table.

"What do you mean?"

"Ah?" Sister Shen raised her eyes in surprise, her face innocent: "What's wrong?"

The more innocent, the more annoying.

The people in the other two halls didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement, and some directly picked up their mobile phones and started shooting videos.

Anshang's face turned green. A nameless Internet celebrity, a blind cat met a dead mouse and said he won a case, and was praised by everyone as a new star of metaphysics. He has seen too much of this kind of hype.

I just look down on this kind of people who rely on hype for fame.

She has no real skills, so she keeps her tail between her legs and keeps a low profile. Who knew she would dare to yin and yang herself?

"Who is the dirty thing?"

Sister Shen pointed behind him: "Don't you know if you look back yourself?"

"Don't change the subject when you step on the horse, what kind of dirty stuff is this..."

An Shang suddenly fell silent, and swallowed what he didn't finish, because he did see a dirty thing stuck on the wall behind him.

……

Did he misunderstand Sister Shen?

Why does it always feel weird.

It seems that he was slapped in the face, but he was not slapped. Did he get slapped or not...

He threw a mahogany card at random, and then put it back in his pocket.

Touching his face, he pulled back the kicked-off chair in some embarrassment and sat down.

The atmosphere was a bit weird, everyone's eyes wandered between Shen Sister Zhu and An Shang.

At this moment, two policemen walked in and greeted everyone present eagerly, and only then did they begin to explain the particularity of this case.

The deceased, Jin Canxing, was 21 years old, a student of Seoul National University, Department of Art, very beautiful, without a boyfriend, according to forensic examination, the time of death should be the night of eight days ago.

There were bruises on the corpse, which was most likely injured during the dispute with the murderer. There was no trace of violation on the lower body. The fatal injury was a knife wound on the abdomen, which bled too much and died. He was thrown into the Han River with a forged suicide note.

What's interesting is that the handwriting of the fake rabbit is very similar to the original handwriting of the deceased, almost to the point of being fake.

Originally, the discussion of the case needed to be kept confidential, but Sister Shen had her own plan, so she took the lead in greeting the police station. In this way, the netizens in the live broadcast room were also fortunate to listen to the case analysis.

[Summer hasn't come yet: The handwriting is very similar, so it's an acquaintance who committed the crime?How do people who are not familiar with her know what her handwriting looks like? 】

[The sun rises in the east: Check the people in the same dormitory, could it be campus bullying or something? 】

[Passerby Thyroid: Xiba, campus bullying, die! 】

……

When netizens were discussing, everyone present was also discussing, and finally came to a conclusion.

The time interval is too long, the monitoring is broken, all useful clues are cut off, and the fingerprints cannot be found. There is only one way now...

That's calling back souls.

Call the soul to ask, even if the soul has gone far and dispersed, you can still get some useful information.

Otherwise, this will become an unsolved unsolved case.

As long as there is a little clue, don't let it go.

It’s just that fortune-tellers don’t know how to call back souls. Physiognomy masters don’t know how, and neither do fortune-tellers. Only wizards can learn the method of calling back souls.

Among all the people present, there are only three wizards.

Among the three, the only one who has the ability to summon the soul successfully is An Shang.

An Shang began to prepare without saying a word, during which he sneaked a few glances at Sister Shen Zhu, trying to find some different emotions on her face.It's a pity that Sister Shen didn't even look at him, she just stared at the talisman on the wall in a daze.

Everything was ready, and the invocation began. The camera was covered with a layer of toilet paper, and I could vaguely see something, but I couldn't see clearly.

Anshang turned the prepared cinnabar ink bowl in one direction, then squatted down, and drew some talismans on the floor at the entrance of the conference room.

It is a special spirit summoning talisman, and other low-level wizards have never even seen it.

Cover the red candle with cinnabar, light it and put it in the center of the talisman. In order to control the summoned soul in a fixed position, he even made a circle with copper coins and red circles, which happened to be right in front of the candle.

Seeing all his preparations, Sister Shen couldn't help nodding.

The foundation is very solid, the preparation is very sufficient, and it is indeed capable.

As usual, the big lights above the head were turned off, leaving only the small lights around the wall. The whole room was instantly darkened, and the flickering candles stretched the shadow of the copper coins very long, and the originally narrow encirclement instantly became larger.

A strange atmosphere began to flow, and when the nerves were stretched to the tightest, the movements in the ears suddenly became richer.

Xiaomi and Anzi approached Sister Shen with some fear.

"You can't see anything, don't be afraid."

Ordinary people can't see the soul, and half of the metaphysicists here can't see it either.

Anshang sat on the ground, facing the door, looked at the red paper that recorded the deceased's birthday, and began to throw the copper coins in his hand on the ground one by one.

"Jin Canxing, I'm calling you, if you can hear me, please come to me."

"Jin Canxing, I can help you, if you can hear me, please come to me."

"Jin Canxing..."

The copper plate fell to the ground, rolled many times on the ground, and then fell down. The light ringing of jingling bells surrounded the entire meeting room, like wind chimes, but duller than the sound of wind chimes, piercing the eardrums and penetrating into the heart.

Everyone held their breath for fear of disturbing him.

Finally, the lights in the corridor began to sizzle.

Even though there was no wind, the flame of the candle began to flicker.

Anshang's shadow was printed on the wall, shaking left and right.

She is coming!

People who can see ghosts look forward to it and feel excited.

Everything went so smoothly, but the next second...

"Snapped!"

The candle placed at the door suddenly fell to the ground, tears from the candle splashed all over the ground, and the orange candle flame danced, illuminating the ground where the talismans were drawn.

On the clean floor, there was a black footprint.

Then two, three, four, five...

Anshang sensed something was wrong, raised his head abruptly, his expression changed drastically, he stood up abruptly, took out a mahogany card from his pocket, and threw it towards the door.

Click!

The mahogany token shattered into slag, fell to the ground, and hit the copper coin ring.

……

Sister Shen held her forehead helplessly and sighed.

After living for a long time, she can really see everything, but this is the first time she sees summoning souls and can still call them wrong...

It's all right now, those who should come will not come, and those who should not come will all come.

Calling so many ghosts here is to hold an ideological mobilization meeting? ?