The children disappeared and appeared intermittently, appearing intermittently behind the curtains, under the table, or passing through Mo Bin's body. Sometimes they chased and fought, sometimes they gathered together in twos and threes, and occasionally cast an unexplained look at him.

.This place no longer feels like his office, but like he has suddenly broken into the private domain of these children. Their eyes are constantly scanning over and they are whispering.

Mo Bin seemed to be frozen in place, and his hands and feet seemed to be no longer his own. The moonlight coming out of the window gave off a strange dark green color. The more he stared at the office door, the more twisted it became, and finally turned into a

He made a weird human face and smiled at him. Sling could feel Mo Bin's huge fear. His chest seemed to be about to explode. Every movement of his hands and feet seemed to be filled with lead, with a heavy and mechanical feel.

. He reached for the gun on his waist, got down on one knee, held the gun with both hands, and fired two shots at the smiling face at the door.

However, the smiling face in front of him was not only unscathed, it was also one step closer to him. The whites of the eyes of that face could hardly be seen, and the corners of the mouth seemed to be pulled upward by strings.

"Didn't you invite me back yourself? Why, don't you recognize me?" The face was slightly open, the corners of the mouth were hanging, and the two lips were extremely thin. No teeth or mouth could be seen. There was only darkness. It seemed that it could take out all the light.

As if swallowing it, "Didn't I agree that I will get half of everything?"

Mo Bin forcibly restrained his urge to step back, "I have already burned the money for you, and Yang Shou is not included in it. This is what we agreed in advance!"

This feeling was like Si Ling was experiencing what was happening in front of her. Although she knew that she was not Mo Bin and that this was just an illusion shown to her by Fang Muzhi in the office, the feeling in her body could not be ignored. She was with Mo Bin

, feeling the violent beating of her heart, her palms so sweaty that she couldn't hold the gun steady, Sling tried hard to force herself to let go of the fear brought by Mo Bin's memory itself, and desperately grasped all the useful details around her. Mo Bin's peripheral vision

Glancing behind her, her field of vision broadened slightly. On the electronic calendar on the table, the circle was marked on the 2nd, and today was already the 16th. In other words, the grimace in front of her did not cause Mo Bin to disappear.

The direct reason is that at least in this memory, Mo Bin was not taken away.

Ghost Face spoke again, with a strong stench, "Yes, I don't want your life. What I want is half of you, the upper half? Or the lower half? The left half? Or the right half? You decide.

Yes. I can do it."

The office seemed to shrink in a circle, and the children who were sitting on the ground began to stare directly at me at some point. They gathered around the feet, and the curvature of the corners of their mouths became more and more like the face in front of them...

Si Ling felt that he quietly changed the gun to another hand, wiped the sweat on his pants with his right hand, then tightened his grip again, and pushed the safety with his thumb. Si Ling felt that he was almost breaking through this memory and facing Mo Bin.

Shout, I just fired a gun, it was useless! Why is this person so stubborn?

However, as Mo Bin raised his hand quietly, the scene in front of Siling's eyes blurred until there was a gunshot "Bang!" in the darkness.

The entire memory came to an abrupt end. Apart from following Mo Bin and breaking into a cold sweat, there seemed to be no gain.

"Are you scared?" Fang Muzhi helped her arm, "Is it so cold?"

She grabbed Fang Muzhi's hand with her backhand and said, "My hands are even colder!" His palms were generous and his fingers were long. When you hold them, you can vaguely feel some calluses on them. The owner of these hands now looks like Mo Bin who was caught by a ghost.

Same, dumbfounded in place. The only difference is his red ears.

Si Ling's treacherous plan succeeded, and she took her hand away from his palm without changing her expression, "Did you touch it? Is it cool?"

She turned her head and looked at Fang Muzhi, who was so choked that her face turned red. She didn't mean to stop, "Don't say you want to warm my hands, no! Need! Need! Sister, this is beautiful and frozen, with ice-cold muscles and jade bones."

!It’s not hot!”

"Pfft!" Mr. Qian, who was sitting behind the desk, accidentally laughed. Before Si Ling glanced over, he immediately took out a document and pretended to read it.

"Ahem." She rubbed her hands and asked Fang Muzhi with a serious face: "You also felt Mo Bin's memory, right? Did you find anything?"

The moment their eyes met, Fang Muzhi hid for a moment. The blush on his face spread from his ears to his cheeks. Then he shook his head slightly: "I didn't find it. I didn't find out what type of evil spirit this ghost is. It only has a face and a body shape."

It's vague. And the evil ghost can negotiate conditions when he wants to die. How can such a clear-minded ghost like half of Mo Bin's body? It doesn't look like he has a personal grudge. Maybe there is a lack of clues, and there is not one yet.

I want to understand."

She still needs to know too much about metaphysics, and the answer given by Fang Muzhi must be the standard answer. There is no doubt about this. Si Ling listened and nodded. Although this aspect is her shortcoming, she is not fooled.

The little star has lost his mind.

Mo Bin is a very calm person. Even though he is extremely nervous, he can still control his body reaction very well. There is no reason for such a person to know that the gun cannot cause damage to the ghost face and still shoot to anger the opponent. There must be some.

What details did she miss? Or maybe, as Fang Muzhi said, she missed the reason why Mo Bin shot because of the lack of key cause and effect.

What could it be?

Recalling the gunshot just now, I always felt that something was wrong...

"Mr. Qian, can you show us how to shoot when you encounter a gangster?" Si Ling failed to understand his own intuition and turned to Mr. Qian for help.

"Okay." Mr. Qian stood up and patted his holster, "I won't touch the real guy anymore. I'll give you some gestures with my hands."

"Here." Si Ling pointed to his position.

Mr. Qian stood in the same position, with his legs spread forward and backward, his knees slightly bent, his right index and middle fingers together to simulate the barrel of a gun, and his left hand holding the wrist of his right hand. He raised it forward twice, simulating the action of firing a gun.

.

"It's over." Si Ling was recalling Mo Bin's movements. In the blink of an eye, Mr. Qian had already finished the movements and blew a breath on his fingers...

"Can you do it again?"

Mr. Qian immediately entered the scene, faced the front and raised his hand twice more, "Bang! Bang!" - even dubbing it.

"What about this action?" Si Ling followed Mo Bin's example and got down on one knee.

"More stable." Mr. Qian spread his hands.

Did she think wrong? Was that fleeting strange feeling an illusion? Sling said nothing, blinked, took a pen from the desk, and started spinning it around.

"I'll imitate it once, and you can do it again after me, okay?" She seemed to know what she thought was weird, but if she said it right away, she was afraid Qian Lao wouldn't realize it.

"Fang Muzhi, stand at the door." Si Ling stood beside Mr. Qian, not forgetting to find a target for the two of them, "Here he comes!"

"Bang!"

She looked at Mr. Qian. Mr. Qian didn't know why, so he imitated her and said, "Bang! Bang!"

"That's right! Why did you fire two shots? Bang! One shot hit the heart." Siling finally grasped the point. Mo Bin also fired two shots the first time, but the second time, she only heard one gunshot.

. And Mr. Qian kept raising his hand twice every time. This is not a coincidence.

"How can you kill with one shot? Do you think you are killing people and silencing them? Bang, bang, two shots, one to disarm and one to make the opponent unable to resist. We all try our best to hit the enemy with one shot and hit the leg with one shot. That's not the case.

What's the point? After working on the front line for so many years, it's an unwritten tacit understanding, or a habit. And we're not here to kill people. We need to make them accept legal sanctions and interrogate them, right? Although these drug dealers

It's really hateful..." Mr. Qian said, shaking his head.

Si Ling subconsciously looked at Fang Muzhi and expressed his guess, "The first time Mo Bin fired, he was out of habit, so he fired two shots. The second time, there was only one shot, and he knew how to shoot.

There is no harm to Ghostface, and there is no idea of ​​​​killing the opponent with one blow. If he panics, he will not only fire one shot, but will keep firing all the bullets. Then there is only one theory left, that is, he fired the first shot.

The second shot was not at a person, but at a specific location, or a target, or an object. In this case, we circle back again, and there is something in this room related to that ghost face.

And it's on the surface, it can be used as a target..." As she said, she imitated Mo Bin's movements and glanced behind her.

Compared with the memory fragment, there is nothing missing. From this angle, we can only catch a glimpse of the desk...

desk?

Si Ling sat in front of the table, recalling the dizziness she felt the last time she sat here. At that time, she felt the uneven feeling under the table.

As expected, the desktop of the desk had been removed and had not been moved due to the weight of the mahogany. Now when I turned it over, I saw that the back of the desk was densely packed with various talismans and unknown symbols.

Fang Muzhi pulled Si Ling back a little, "Be careful, don't touch it." He looked at the words on the back of the table carefully while translating some of their meanings intermittently, "It is indeed summoning spirits, but it shouldn't be. This talisman

It won't have such a big effect, and these are in Latin, writing about devil's contracts. The symbols here are also wrong..."

Mr. Qian stood aside, shocked by the mysterious culture on the table, and nodded repeatedly while listening to Fang Muzhi's popular science. Only Siling was blocked behind by Fang Muzhi, so she couldn't see clearly the passage he was explaining, and she pursed her lips.

"There are no bullet holes. In other words, Mo Bin was tricked by a ghost. So the ghost face we saw was not any ghost, but an illusion made by the ghost to scare Mo Bin. Mo Bin was not real from the beginning to the end.

He fired a gun, but he was very frightened."

"So smart." Fang Muzhi turned his head and smiled at her. He didn't know whether he was really praising her or sarcastically expressing praise and disparagement.

"What we see now is like this, but Mo Bin didn't notice it. He really thought he had provoked an evil ghost, and he even burned half of the money to the ghost." Siling tilted her head.

, waiting for Fang Muzhi to continue, he must have found a way, otherwise this boring gourd would not have said so many words. Sure enough, he only paused for a short while and continued: "I think we can do it tonight

Let’s take another look. Maybe we can ask the person involved.”

"Count me in!"

"And I am the only one!" Two heads popped out from the door, it was Lu Mang and Zhou Xian'an, "The pile of documents downstairs makes my head grow bigger! If there is any field activity, be sure to count me in. I will never

Grab the credit, not the clues, just don’t let me go back and stare at those words in a daze. I’m really scared to death of the ocean of words!”

Si Ling was naturally willing. She looked at Fang Muzhi. After all, she had to rely on his thigh at night, so it was not up to her.

"Okay. Let's meet at 12 o'clock in the evening. Just in time to tell me what you wrote in the documents downstairs?" Fang Muzhi nodded and welcomed the two old teammates together.

"Shh! Keep your voice down." Zhou Xian'an made a silent gesture, "The two annoying guys from the Jiang family also came up. Let's go out and say, I'm going to treat you tonight, so we can discuss what to eat right now. Mr. Qian is also here.

?Shall I call Master Fanyan as well?"

"If you call Fan Yan, I believe he can cheat on you. I heard that it was the eight of you who got him drunk last time and told him lies?" Zhou Xian'an suddenly shut up, as if he had eaten a fly.

As if, he scanned a few people around him.

Mr. Qian smiled happily and said, "Fan Yan's drinking capacity is like a bottomless pit. I'm afraid the eight people have been tricked into it after asking for a long time. You young people are eating and drinking. I, the old man, want to drink with Fan Yan. I won't drink with you."

Let’s go together, little kid.” After that, he went downstairs with his hands behind his back.

As soon as these two sentences were said, three more people, two men and one woman, had already come up to the stairs. They were standing at the stairs talking. They were not far away and not close, indicating that they were waiting for them to leave before coming back. Si Ling glanced at

She glanced at Zhou Xian'an, then looked at Fang Muzhi's expression, closed the door of the office, and shouted at the door: "Oh, take away the clues you found quickly!" Then she pointed to the table and talked to Zhou Xian'an.

He winked and lowered his voice: "Come on, help me. Put this thing back. Don't get discovered."

The two hit it off immediately. Zhou Xian'an even found a screwdriver and removed two nails from the side of the table to re-fix the table. Then he carefully followed the dust marks on the ground to return the table to its place and dusted off the dust on his body. It almost made the two bad guys

The word was written on her face, and when she turned around, she saw Fang Muzhi raising an eyebrow at her.

"Competition! We respect the competition!"

Zhou Xian'an also echoed: "You also know what those people do on weekdays. Are you really planning to let them enter 749 rounds?"
Chapter completed!