Chapter 177 Soul-rejecting banner

National Security Bureau Daxing District.

After asking the driver to send Lan Ting and Tang Yan back, Conan Doyle took Yin Hun and entered the headquarters of the Incredible Group according to the established procedures.

The warmth of the underground office quickly drove away the cold on their bodies, and the fear in their hearts gradually dissipated. When they saw other members of the group, their courage became extremely enormous. Only then did they remember why I was in the morgue.

Would you be so scared?

"Did you find anything?" Conan Doyle asked when he saw the people gathered together.

Everyone turned their heads quickly, looked at Conan Doyle, and finally shook their heads in disappointment: "I haven't found anything yet."

"How are you investigating?" Huang Helou raised his head from the crowd and looked at Yin Hui who was a little excited. According to his experience, he seemed to notice that they had made some major discoveries.

"Yeah, it's almost the same." He smiled, and then leaned over: "We found that there was a pinhole on the forehead of the corpse. It was Maoshan's untold secret technique of obtaining souls and raising ghosts. You are about this soul and raising ghosts.

What is the opinion of the art?"

"Source the soul and raise the ghost?" They were all a little confused and shook their heads.

However, Master Bird Bird stood up and asked, "I have seen such records in Shaolin classics, but I just had a chance to see them, and I just had a very vague impression. I am not very specific.

I understand. But as the successor of Maoshan, you must have some understanding of these."

Yin Hui nodded: "I have read this kind of description of soul-harvesting and ghost-raising techniques from the Maoshan scriptures that my master gave me. However, I don't seem to be qualified to practice soul-harvesting and ghost-raising techniques at all. It seems that ours

The opponent is no more than one or two pieces of the opponent."

Everyone fell into deep thought.

"We are a group, what can't be overcome? At worst, I can blow him into the sky with explosives. Bang, bang. The powerful crossbow was wiped out." Sun Dong, the explosionist, started playing his bomb art again.

"No, we are taking physical attacks, but their attacks are soul attacks. The two attacks are not the same level at all, and physics cannot solve the problem."

"Amitabha, I was born in Shaolin Temple and have always disdained Maoshan's Taoist arts. I want to ask for advice this time. What is the power of Maoshan's Taoist arts? Amitabha. Keep a low profile."

The Taoist nun also spoke: "If you want to talk about Taoism, the Taoist technique in our Laoshan Gongtaiqing Palace is one of the best. Even if we are not your opponent of Maoshan Taoism, we will be soft and we will consume you to death. Amitabha, good, good, good

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Yin Hui was stunned for a moment. The Taoist nun actually started to recite Buddhist slogans. He now suspected that the Taoist nun was driven out by the Taoist sect in Laoshan because he betrayed the master and recited the monk's slogans all day long, which was clearly an insult to the Taoist slogans.

"Don't say anything. Yin Hui, you have had indirect contact with this person and you have the most say. Do you want to tell me whether they are the opponents of each other?"

"I don't know, I don't know much about the strength of the two. Anyway, I'm not their opponent. Maybe next time we meet, we will find out if it's his opponent."

"Nonsense" The sniper who was hitting the computer suddenly spoke: "What are you worried about with me as a sniper? As long as you can hold that guy up and let me seize the opportunity and shoot him, that guy will definitely die.

I'm just off, can I still use nonsense here?"

"That's right, maybe he has some Maoshan magic weapon on him. If so, we will not be his opponent." At this point, he sighed: "In my opinion, let's not be his opponent."

It’s better to meet him for a while, and only by knowing yourself and others can you win a hundred battles.”

"Okay, the key is how can we find opponents? Those people come and go without a trace, and I think it's a problem to find them."

"Well, this is really tricky. But I have a clue for our reference. I don't know if it will work."

"Oh? What clue?"

"There are some mysterious ghosts in the apartment I rented these days, and there have been inexplicable ghosts surrounding Tang Yan and Shen Feifei, and the garden in front of the building has also been used by someone to cast a maze. I am sure it must have something to do with our case.

Maybe those ghosts are the ghosts sent by the murderer.”

"How do you know that those ghosts were sent by him?" "Because when these ghosts were entangled with them, they claimed: "Nosy people, die. Don't you think we are talking about? You don't think we are.

Do you meddle in other people's business?"

"Mediating on Nostals" scalpel was a little dissatisfied: "We are actually serving the people. How can we say that serving the people is meddling on nostals? I think those monsters are meddling on nostals?"

"Okay OK, don't bother with this topic. Since you said someone was making trouble, I think it would be better to go and take a look. Maybe you can really find any clues from these ghosts." Conan Doyle also agreed.

Yin Hui’s view.

"Conan Doyle, what's wrong with you? Why did you lose your opinion when you see Yin Hui?" asked the scalpel in a joking tone: "You were not like this before, and you didn't listen to anyone's words before.

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"Hey, you don't understand this. Amitabha." Master Bird Bird interrupted: "Actually, this is about the relationship between men and women. If a woman has a sense of dependence on a certain man, then this sense of dependence is

It will rise to faith, and if he is faithful, he will naturally obey everything. Our boss has a strong sense of dependence on Comrade Yin Hun. Amitabha."

The Bird and Bird Master pretended to be deep and everyone on the scene laughed, and Yin Hui couldn't help it.

He always feels very happy when staying with these people. No wonder Conan Doyle doesn't get anxious with these people. It turns out that it's because of this reason.

"Stop talking nonsense, come with me now." Conan Doyle was a little angry: "Go to Yin Hui's rental house to see if you will catch the female ghost. We must act as soon as possible, and this city will be at any time.

There may be life. Every minute and every second is life."

The rest of the people no longer talkatively, because their opponents may be ghosts this time, so they just asked Master Bird and Taoist nun to go there. It is probably not enough for others to go there. If there are too many people, they will still be able to go there.

Perhaps being shocked is equivalent to telling the truth of the incredible group. Following the procedures, they walked out of the National Security Bureau and saw the sun again. Because of overworking last night, Yin Hun fell asleep in the car.

When he felt a pain on his face, he slowly opened his eyes and saw the face lying in front of him. He swallowed in fear and looked closely and realized that the face turned out to be a bird

Master Bird: "Master Bird, what's wrong?"

Master Bird Bird looked at Yin Hui with a smile: "Boy, we're here, hurry up and get off the bus."

Yin Hui quickly got up, looked around with panic, and after confirming that he had really arrived at the rental house, he breathed a long sigh of relief, walked out of the car and said, "Let's go."

Conan Doyle paid for the car and followed Yin Hui to the short and old rental building.

The narrow corridor is seriously insufficient. If you don't stare at it, you can't even see the steps under your feet clearly. They walk very delicately and slowly, and you're afraid you will encounter some ghosts or something. Conan Doyle

She was afraid of breaking into Yin Hui's so-called barrier again. She was most afraid of the tense atmosphere of being isolated and helpless in the barrier.

"Bang bang bang." Yin Hui gently knocked on the door of the corridor. The sound of wood echoed in the narrow corridor, filling the ears of several people.

"Tang Yan, open the door, it's me." Yin Hui shouted.

"Yin Hun, is it you?" Tang Yan's crisp and gentle voice came from the room, tepid.

Yes, Tang Yan, open the door quickly.

Yin Hui urged again.

Then a slight sound of footsteps came, and I slowly walked to the door. After a crisp sound, the door was opened.

Tang Yan stood at the door wearing a pink nightgown.

"Amitabha, I have seen the female donor." Master Birdbi was the first to speak, scaring Tang Yan to tremble slightly.

"Are you?" Tang Yan looked at the old monk who called himself a monk in confusion.

"Let me introduce you. I am Yin Hui's friend. You and Yin Hui are also friends, so we are both friends. Amitabha." Master Bird Bird's voice was friendly, and he tried to lower the volume as much as possible, and the frequency was also very low.

So, try to occupy your deep side to Tang Yan.

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and go in." Yin Hui walked forward and squeezed Master Bird behind the door.

"Amitabha!" Master Bird Bird was still chanting the Buddha's name calmly.

"Tang Yan, has that ghost come to haunt you again?" As soon as he entered the small rental house, Yin Hui began to investigate everywhere, trying to find the traces of the ghost, but unfortunately, he did not find any suspicious traces at all.

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"Stop looking for it. If the ghost comes, the soul-rejecting banner will not be detained immediately." Shen Feifei sat on the sofa in a disdainful tone, holding a large cup of hot coffee in her hand, from time to time

Looking up at these strange people.

"Soul-rejecting Banner?" Yin Hui hesitated, and then he remembered that when he left home, he put a soul-rejecting Banner here, which was used to shock evil spirits.

Now walk up and put away the soul-rejecting banner so that the ghost can have the courage to break in.

"I think we'll wait here for a while, maybe we can really wait." Yin Hui suggested.

Conan Doyle looked at this small rental house. Although it was narrow, it was neatly tidy. Finally, his eyes fell on the sofa. The soft sofa was no less than the special seats in their office.

"Okay, let's sit here for a while." Conan Doyle walked to the sofa and sat down steadily, but he was unstable inside and he was carrying a big case on his back. How could she sit still?

But after thinking about it, sharpening a knife will not stop cutting wood, so let’s use it as a sharpening knife for now. Maybe I can really find a big clue later.

"You have cleaned up here so cleanly." The Taoist nun was free and wandered around the room, like a wandering soul.

Master Bird Bird also spoke: "Amitabha, Taoist nun, I think we should rent a house outside and have some good sect exchanges."

"Go to die." The Taoist nun cursed and continued to sway in the room.

Lan Ting, Chen Feifei, Tang Yan and the other two looked at each other, and were all a little stunned. How could this look like what a monk said?

For a moment, there were only footsteps in the room.

Yin Hui's eyes sprinkled across any corner of the room, fearing that there would be ghosts hidden and he was not noticed. Conan Doyle also looked nervous and swallowed from time to time.

Lan Ting's pen was writing something on the paper, and Bin Qi looked up from time to time to look at their expressions, as if he was drawing a statue of a few people.

"Yin Hui, you said that the corpse can only become a zombie after decades, so will zombies also have a lifespan?" Lan Ting stopped the pen in her hand, and it seemed that she was writing a piece of paper. She was careful and serious. Looking at Yin Hui, she looked like she was holding an international conference.

"It will turn green hair in a few decades." Yin Hui replied coldly, focusing all his energy on the door, and he vaguely felt something was wrong.

It was not a dangerous aura, but it seemed like someone was ambushed. It felt like he was just a pawn in someone's hand, at the mercy of others. They were waiting for ghosts in the rental house and were specially arranged by someone.
To be continued...