Chapter 178: Don't guess the girl's thoughts

"Lan Ting, Lan Ting, stop for me." Yin Hui shouted loudly, trying to stop her. But when he chased her out, Lan Ting grimaced him and hurried downstairs.

"Hey, I really impressed her." Yin Hui sighed: "I feel as brave as a bug, but I still have to follow them to the murder scene."

After getting into the car, Lan Ting looked excited and looked at the scenery outside through the window, feeling a lot of emotion: "It's different to sit in the National Security Bureau's car and watch the scenery."

Yin Hui looked at Lan Ting who was extremely excited and sighed in his heart. What happened to girls now? Fortunately, the words were right, men became women and women became savages.

He finally arrived at the murder scene, and the noisy and crowded crowds on the scene made him feel a headache again. Nowadays, people really like to watch the fun.

"Go back me, back me back me, otherwise we will catch the bureau and don't blame us." The two fat and thin policemen who maintained order were like the ones who were fat and thin. When they saw Yin Hui and Conan Doyle outside from inside, they hurriedly tried their best to open up a road: "Please come in quickly, the people here are really not qualified."

Master Bird and Bird patted the fat man on the shoulder with a strong smile: "Young man, you're doing a good job." The fat man's eyebrows were almost squeezed to his nose when he said this.

"Why did you come?" The scalpel came up and took them in.

Yin Hui looked at it and found that it was at the entrance of a supermarket. On both sides of the door were a public telephone booth. Originally, this place was a place with a relatively large flow of people. A rare death incident occurred, and people must have surrounded them.

"What's wrong?" Yin Hui's eyes unconsciously looked at the supermarket. The supermarket had turned off its lights, and it was dark and bright, looking undercurrents, as if something might rush out from it at any time.

"It's dead, inside the phone booth." The scalpel answered concisely, and at the same time pulled him to the phone booth at the door.

"Telephone booth?" Yin Hui was stunned for a moment. He originally thought that the person died in an unseen place in the supermarket, but how did the murderer succeed in the telephone booth with such a small space?

The scalpel walked to the phone booth and opened the door.

In a place where only one person can sit, there are feet rippling. When you continue to look up, you will see a very distorted face with your facial features. Your tongue stretched out, your eyes rolled up, and your black and thick hair covered her face. You can only see your facial features through the gaps in your hair. Your face turned pale as if it was a piece of paper.

"What's going on?" Conan Doyle swallowed and spitted: "Didn't anyone notice it?"

Yin Hui walked up and looked at the crime scene carefully. There was no trace of struggle at all, as if the girl had committed suicide by hanging herself.

But it's not right. So many people pass by here, and the glass of the telephone booth is still transparent, how could no one notice it? It takes at least seven minutes for people to suffocate until they die. Didn't they notice it in these seven minutes? Or did they notice it, but they disdain to save the little girl?

The scalpel sighed: "You see, come and see." He led a few people to the toll station on the right side of the phone booth. A middle-aged woman looked like a man sitting decadently on the ground, with his eyes blank, pale and panting.

"She is the toll collector here. From this place, you should be able to see the little girl at first glance." The scalpel continued to explain: "But I asked her just now, she actually said she saw it, but her body couldn't move at all. She couldn't make a sound even if she wanted to shout, as if something was holding it in her throat."

He frowned. According to the description of the scalpel, this was clearly a sign of the ghost's body.

"How are you feeling now?" He tried his best to calm and gentle his voice to comfort the middle-aged aunt.

"Now... it's much better..." Her voice trembled so hard that it was finally easy to say these words in full.

"Well, then you said just now that you can't speak or move?"

"Yeah, yes. It's like the body is not mine." She said this sentence in a coherent tone.

"Let's go and see the body." Yin Hui stopped caring about this aunt and just turned around.

He looked at the image of the aunt in the mirror.

He saw that when the middle-aged aunt turned around, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. Although her smile was very shallow, she was still caught by Yin Hui's vicious eyes.

In an instant, Yin Hui seemed to be stimulated by something, and her hands danced, then quickly turned around, and a seal formed on her hands hit the middle-aged woman's chest.

With a crisp sound, the middle-aged woman's body swayed, and a faint figure rushed out of his body, twisted violently by the wind, and her body seemed to be about to break into two pieces.

If you didn't look carefully, you would never observe the faint phantom. Everyone only saw this person clapping the middle-aged aunt's chest, then quickly retreated behind the aunt, holding a triangular red flag in her hand, dancing behind her.

"Is this person sick? Why are you dancing the little red flag?"

"In my opinion, I'm really sick. I'm eating such an ugly old woman's tofu, and she's really dead under the pervert." Everyone was talking.

Listening to these strange comments, he could only smile bitterly.

The faint phantom saw the triangle red flag and was so scared that he retreated repeatedly, and it took him a long time to speak.

"The Soul-Rejecting Banner...didn't you put the Soul-Rejecting Banner at home?"

"Put it at home? Hehe, do you think I grew up with a meal? Even though you know it was a trick to lure the tiger away from the mountain, I still want you to continue to be a chess piece?"

"You... are treacherous."

Seeing Yin Hui talking with a strange voice in the air, everyone was confused. They rubbed their eyes and stared at him carefully. Only then did they find a faint phantom.

"Then... is it a ghost?" This was everyone's only thought, and they took several steps back before stopping.

"Soul-rejecting banner, collect it." He threw away the soul-rejecting banner in his hand and threw it up.

"Ah!" The faint phantom retreated repeatedly, but he still couldn't avoid the power of the Soul-Rejecting Banner, and he still tightly bound him. He could only watch his body slowly being sucked in by the Soul-Rejecting Banner.

"I'll interrogate you later." Yin Hui cursed angrily. When the Soul-Rejecting Banner became quiet, he stepped forward and grabbed the Soul-Rejecting Banner and put it in his arms.

After looking at the old woman, she had already fallen into a coma. He knew that this was a transient shock caused by the yin energy attacking her body.

"Scalpel, you send this old woman to the hospital as soon as possible, otherwise she may be in danger of life." The scalpel nodded, carried the middle-aged woman to her shoulders and walked towards the police car.

"Yin Hun, you're fine just now." Conan Doyle asked with concern.

"Yeah, it's okay." He nodded in the computer and walked to the phone booth.

Huang Helou was looking at his body with a depressed look on his face, trying to reorganize the scene of the murder in his mind. But it was unreasonable to think about it, and he was a little stunned for a moment.

"What's wrong?" Yin Hui asked with concern.

"It's strange." Huang Helou took two puffs of cigarettes: "Why don't the girl struggle? Her feet stepped on the table mountain where the phone was being played, and she could get down by herself, but why was she strangled to death so obediently?"

Yin Hui looked at it. Indeed, the girl's feet were stomping on the table and could swing over easily, but why didn't she do that? Now her body completely occupied the small telephone booth, and it was impossible for a second person to stand inside and forcefully hold her down.

He leaned over and looked at the girl's forehead carefully. There was indeed a small pinhole.

Did the girl be killed first and then hung on it?

No, there was no wound on her body, and the small pinhole on her forehead was not enough to kill her, and her soul must be taken out after death.

"Conan Doyle, what do you think about this?" Yin Hui looked at Conan Doyle who had not spoken.

Conan Doyle sighed: "Didn't you catch a ghost? Start with that ghost. Now everything can only be guessed."

Yin Hui and Huang Helou were convinced by this sentence. They had been focusing on the corpse just now, but they actually forgot a gold medal in their hands, the ghost they caught.

If you interrogate a ghost, wouldn’t it be twice the result with half the effort?

It is not an easy thing to keep a clear mind at such a critical moment. Thinking of this, Yin Hui gave Conan Doyle a thumbs up. She looked at the female corpse with a calm expression and sighed: "Let's go, let's leave it to the police."

The two nodded and hurriedly followed. However, Yin Hui noticed that Lan Ting had been paying attention to her body from the beginning, and she was so scared that she trembled all over. Now she was probably a little too heavy to walk.

He smiled bitterly, then walked up and patted Lan Ting on the shoulder.

Lan Ting's eyes that had been staring at the corpse had a hint of color. She slowly turned her head, as if it was a rusty machine.

"What's wrong? The beauty with a very courageous spirit, wasn't she scared?" Yin Hui asked in a mocking tone.

"Isn't it true that you will see her ghost when you look at the eyes of a hanged person?" Lan Ting's voice trembled violently: "I'm trying to see her ghost."

Yin Hui burst out and laughed: "Okay, who did you hear? Just your little courage needs to look at the ghost? If you really saw the ghost, you would have scared you to death."

"Why are you so disappointed?" Lan Ting glared at Yin Hui with contempt, followed the team and got into the car.

"You can see ghosts by looking at the hanged eyes?" Yin Hui also looked back curiously, but except for the eyes that were straight-turning and rolling their eyes, and the hair scattered on the forehead, there was no other sight.

Not to mention, from this perspective, the corpse is even more terrifying than a ghost. No wonder the little girl was so scared that her face turned pale just now. Isn’t this a problem to find trouble?

Without thinking too much, he also followed Lan Ting into the car and soon arrived at the National Security Bureau.

After entering the office with a familiarity, Yin Hui released the soul-rejecting banner and recited a few spells. The soul-rejecting banner actually shook.

You should know that there is no wind blowing in such a sealed space, but the soul-rejecting banner still seemed to be shaking around by the strong wind.

"Awesome, I didn't expect that the soul-repelling banner of the Xuanzong's soul-repelling banner is so powerful." Master Bird Bird looked at the soul-repelling banner with some envy, and finally took off the Buddhist beads hanging around his neck, silently chanting Buddhist scriptures.

He was doing something for Yin Hui so that the ghost would not run out of the soul-rejecting banner to hurt Yin Hui who was casting his spell.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Three yellow lights burst out from inside, exploded on the ground, and a thick smoke emerged, and a faint figure appeared in the black fog.

"Wuwuwuwuwuwu, you can beat me to death." The ghost was shocked by Master Bird Bird's Buddhist spell, and he covered his head and rolled on the ground, as if Sun Wukong was having a headache when he listened to the master's tight spell.

"Tell me quickly, who sent you here? Was that little girl killed by you?" Yin Hui approached the ghost step by step, and the soul-rejecting banner in his hand danced with the wind, as if he could take him in at any time.

"Hehe, hehe" the ghost actually laughed foolishly, not as if he was afraid of Yin Hun.

He frowned, not understanding what was going on with him, but he still walked up: "I think you still want to be tortured by the Soul Rejection Banner."

"Hehe, hehe." The ghost smiled even more unscrupulously.

He looked at Master Bird and Bird, and he looked worried, not understanding what the hell was this guy.

"Be honest, otherwise don't blame me for using the Great Compassion Mantra to teach you a lesson." The Taoist nun rushed up, folded her hands together and sang her mouth, ready to recite their Great Compassion Mantra at any time.

"Wow, hahahahahahahaha." The ghost smiled even more presumptuously, mixed with endless miserable desolation: "Master, today I will use my soul to repay your kindness for raising you."

Bang, the ghost's twisted body actually crashed into the soul-rejecting banner wildly. Fortunately, he took it away early, otherwise the ghost would have lost his soul if it hit him, and their only clue would be gone.

However, the ghost was not killed by the soul-rejecting banner, and the ghost still did not give up. He turned around and attacked Lan Ting next to him.

Lan Ting was so angry that she was about to grab her head and her body retreated continuously until she finally leaned on the sofa, and she had no way to retreat.

"No." He frowned. If he did not destroy the ghost, Lan Ting would definitely be hurt.

A seal was cast out, and with the ghost's miserable roar, its body turned into pieces, and then turned into a thick smoke that drifted away with the wind.
To be continued...