The Exorcist

Ruan Zhan woke up from a nightmare, covered in cold sweat.

He hasn't had nightmares since he was sent to his adoptive father by a ghost when he was five years old.

In the dream, Xiaoxia was tightly wrapped around a snake, getting tighter and tighter until her bones were broken and her tendons were broken, dripping with blood. He always wanted to save her, but he couldn't cross the river and could only watch her die!

Seeing her die in front of him was so painful that his heart was broken into pieces.

Something must have happened to her! Ruan Zhan believed his hunch.

He is the kind of person who has so-called "spiritual power". The deeper he remembers the person in his heart, the stronger the telepathy with the other person, so he understands what is entangled with her and must see what happens to her. thing!

He ran to Wan Li in the middle of the night and said, "Give me Xiaoxia's mobile phone number."

"What happened?" Wan Li asked worriedly. He knew that if Ruan Zhan came to him in the middle of the night, there would be something wrong.

"I'm going to City A to visit. I feel like something will happen to her."

"I'll go with you!"

"No, you are not free like me. You still have a job. If I can't cope with it, you can't even think about it." Ruan Zhan patted his backpack, "I'm ready and booked an early morning flight." Flight, I’ll be there at nine o’clock tomorrow morning.”

"Is she going to be okay now?" Wan Li believed Ruan Zhan's premonition and was eager to know the current situation.

Ruan Zhan paused for a moment, as if he was feeling his heart carefully. In fact, he was not sure, because the matter involved Xiaoxia, and his heart was completely confused. "It should be okay, but there must be danger."

"Okay, then you go first, I believe you can bring her back safely." Wan Li is not a mother-in-law, so he stopped talking when he heard the situation, "I happen to be here as an internal agent. If there is anything to investigate, I will try my best." Please excuse me."

"That's what I mean." He looked at the watch on his wrist. "As soon as you get to work, go and find out where she works. If I can't find her for a while, at least I have a target."

"Okay, leave it to me." Wan Li agreed.

After bidding farewell to Wanli, Ruan Zhan went directly to the airport. Although it was the earliest flight he could book and he arrived in city A on time, Ruan Zhan was still anxious. Because he had called Xiaoxia's cell phone before, but could not get through.

He had no choice but to call Wan Li and find out where she worked. Then he pretended to be her boyfriend and went directly to find her there. However, when he arrived at her workplace, he learned that she had asked for leave from the company because a murder had occurred where she lived, and people were currently providing clues to the police station.

As soon as he heard about the murder, he understood why he was uneasy. This uneasiness was not relieved by hearing that she was at the police station, so he went to great lengths to find her. When she was still more than ten meters away from the police station gate, she happened to see her walking out.

However, there was a man beside her, a man who was not tall, but delicate and shrewd. The man held her shoulder with one hand and supported her arm with the other, looking like he was asking for help. The strange thing is that Xiaoxia didn't refuse and half leaned on the man.

"Xiao Xia!" He walked over and shouted subconsciously, feeling very uncomfortable because she was so close to another man. He didn't know if this was jealousy or not. He was not familiar with this feeling. He only knew that he wanted to take her out of that man's arms.

Xiaoxia was startled when she heard someone calling her. When she looked up, she saw Ruan Zhan standing in front of her. She thought it was a dream, because the sudden accident left her unable to control her emotions, and tears suddenly welled up in her eyes.

"Ruan Zhan!" She called him happily and took a step towards him, but the excruciating pain from the soles of her feet made her fall forward with an "ouch" and was hugged by Ruan Zhan.

In his arms, she sighed comfortably, and the panic that had never stopped suddenly disappeared.

"Be careful!" He hugged her, reluctant to let go, "What's going on this time?"

This question made Xiaoxia wake up from the dreamlike encounter.

Yes, I am in trouble again! But she didn't want Ruan Zhan to get involved in her troubles or this kind of trouble anymore, so she quickly stood up straight, but the pain in her feet made her unable to stand at all.

"Stop being so pushy." He went over and held her waist tightly, letting her lean against him, and squeezed the strange man aside without leaving any trace.

"Tell me what happened to your foot?" he asked.

It was obvious that her foot was injured, judging from her appearance, if not from her expression. She was wearing men's shoes, and one of her feet didn't touch the ground at all. It was always hanging, and she screamed in pain when it touched the ground.

But do these shoes belong to that man? What is his relationship with Xiaoxia?

"You still have the nerve." He asked one after another without waiting for her to answer.

From such a close distance, he could see clearly that there was a scratch on the left side of her face, from her temple to her chin, which was red and shocking on her fair face. This made him feel distressed, and he caressed her unconsciously, not considering the intimacy of this action.

Xiaoxia was sweet and frightened by his closeness, and she blushed unsatisfactorily, "It's nothing, last night - there was a murder in the place where I live." She said in a low voice, as if it was her fault, " But the police have taken care of it, so don’t worry.”

"I'm asking about your injuries."

"Oh, it was Miss Xiaoxia who stepped on the broken glass when she came out of the room." Kenji Okamura said, "The face was accidentally scratched."

"This is my neighbor, Mr. Kenji Okamura." Seeing Ruan Zhan's confused look, Xiaoxia explained, "He helped me a lot."

"No, you can't say that." Kenji Okamura said quickly, "We are a common enemy, and Miss Xiaoxia is the bravest girl I have ever seen."

When Ruan Zhan heard this, he knew that Xiaoxia had gone to see Yiyong again, otherwise she should be able to protect herself with the charm he gave her.

"Let's find a place to stay first. It's best to put your feet up." Ruan Zhan frowned, stopped a taxi, and helped Xiaoxia sit in, completely preventing the Japanese from getting closer.

Kenji Okamura watched clearly from the side and did not argue.

After everything was arranged, Xiaoxia told Ruan Zhan the whole incident and the situation in the morning alone.

In the early morning, the police visited the love hotel for the third time, but this time it was the owner Lanshan who died.

He was chopped in half, and his upper body was embedded in the small window. A section of the stump was left inside the window to prevent him from falling and just hang there. He stood strangely upright, as if he were stuck in a wall, with his two arms hanging down, swaying in the winter north wind, as if waving to the people below.

His face was blue and gray, a color that no one could describe. His eyes were closed tightly, but he did not stare blankly. His lower limbs fell to the floor of the attic, and the internal organs that fell out of his abdominal cavity were scattered next to them.

Before the police sealed off the scene, everyone who passed by saw this scene. No one was not shocked, including the three people who "survived" from the building.

In fact, their fear was even more profound, because as soon as they walked out of Kenji Okamura's door, they saw blood on the ground, which had seeped down from the attic, and was still leaking down. When Sister Wang saw this, she cried and yelled again on the spot.

Xiaoxia never realized that although she was neatly dressed, she didn't wear shoes in her panic. As a result, her bare feet stepped on the broken wine bottle that Lazy San dropped to the ground, and she was injured.

After the police arrived, because they were busy inspecting the scene, she was accompanied by a police officer to the hospital to treat her wounds. Then when she was interviewed by witnesses at the police station, she met Kenji Okamura, who was also a witness. The men's shoes on her feet were provided by the police because she was barefoot and couldn't put on her own shoes after they were bandaged.

The police certainly didn't believe their story. At most, they interpreted it as someone dressing up as a ghost to commit such a horrific murder. Of course she understood this, and the Japanese seemed to understand it too. Only Sister Wang kept chattering and tried her best to confirm her statement.

But she was indeed very curious and angry about this case, because this method of killing was not only cruel, it was simply perverted! No matter whether he is a human or a ghost, such a murderer cannot be let go easily!

However, she had decided not to involve Ruan Zhan anymore, so she only told him the general story of the matter and did not tell him her true thoughts. She thought that when her feet were better, she would ask Sister Wang again to see if there were any similarities between the previous two incidents and this one, and then combine them with her own experience and provide them to the police. She hoped that someone with expertise could help as soon as possible. Give justice to the dead!

Ruan Zhan had been listening quietly and did not express any opinions. He only asked particularly carefully when talking about the Japanese, including his entire actions, language and behavior.

"He helped me at least, but I don't like him." Xiaoxia said, dull and unaware that Ruan Zhan breathed a sigh of relief. "I heard that most Japanese men are polite and shy on the surface, but he is a bit too shy. , always sneaking a glance when looking at people, as if he is planning something."

"Just stay away from him." Ruan Zhan said lightly.

In fact, he was quite suspicious of Okamura Kenji, not only his demeanor and aura, but mainly his feelings. When they returned to the hotel, he knew that Xiaoxia was very scared. Even though there were police officers walking around the house, she still packed her things in a haphazard manner, eager to leave quickly, and shaking at everything, as if she was afraid of taking it with her. Take something unclean.

And when he pretended to observe the surrounding environment and took a peek at the Japanese, he found that although he had no obvious reaction, the movements of his hands sped up, as if he felt that someone was observing him around him. Of course, that person was not a policeman.

He knew that his ability to hide his aura was impossible for ordinary people without spiritual power or Taoism to discover. It was strange that the Japanese had obviously discovered him, but pretended not to know.

The most important thing is that even though Okamura Kenji sped up his movements, Ruan Zhan still saw a red lacquered wooden box that he carefully put into the suitcase.

The lacquer box is quite exquisite and beautiful, with intricate carvings of flowers. It is a perfect craft. However, this handicraft is tightly locked with an equally delicate lock, which makes it look particularly mysterious.

Moreover, although the exquisite lacquerware only flashed by, Ruan Zhan still discovered that there were some words hidden behind the flowers, like a spell. He doesn't understand Japanese, so he can't be sure, he just has that feeling.

Police checks were unexplainable. If he has Taoist skills, he can use blindness to easily get through. But what is the lacquerware used for? what is inside? Who is this Japanese? Why is he here?

Why did the ghost attack the hotel? Why is there no ghost presence in the hotel?

These puzzling questions are lingering in Ruan Zhan's heart.

At the same time, in the hotel where they temporarily stayed, Okamura Kenji was playing with the red lacquer box with great care.

"I will fulfill your wish! Don't be in a hurry, don't be in a hurry! But you must also fulfill my wish." He sang softly like singing.

There was a 'dong dong dong' knocking sound from the box in reply.