When the power outage was out, it became lively outside. Someone shouted that Lao Zhang wanted to see if the power distribution room had tripped. Someone arranged for the police to watch the number (the confinement room), and there were two piao guests who had just caught tonight, so they could not let them run away. Several bright beams flashed outside, and the police most lacked is this kind of strong light flashlight.

The two boys who interrogated me told me to sit down and not move around. One went out to see what was going on, and the other stayed in the room to look at me. I sneered in my heart. I just recorded a confession, but now I looked like I was being regarded as a murderer. I was angry, but I couldn't ignore it. I took out the soul-chasing flag from my pocket and took it to my mouth and whispered to Ermao. The policeman just opened the door and I threw the flag out of my door.

I lowered my voice, and they wouldn't hear it. In addition, the sudden power outage, I couldn't adapt to the darkness in front of me immediately. Not to mention that I threw a small flag out, they couldn't even see it even if I jumped out by myself.

The reason for the power outage is the best. I noticed a strong yin energy sneaking into the police station compound. The ghost is afraid of light, so the power outage is certain. This is the common rule for crimes wherever they go. I think the evil ghost who was beaten away by me with the Bagua Copper Coin Array. If the egg corpse is miscarried, how can I let it go? If the target is just targeting me, it is best. I am afraid that Shen Bing will not be spared, and after the miscarriage, I will take my anger to the irrelevant people. This is the trouble I was worried about before.

Of course, it cannot be ruled out that other evil ghosts are coming to make trouble. After all, tonight is the Ghost Festival, and all ghosts are released, and the police station is the place where the most festivals are with people. It is normal for anyone to suffer some grievances here during their lifetime to find fault.

"Ah" A sharp scream suddenly came from outside, which was particularly harsh in the darkness, and I couldn't help but jumped suddenly.

"Old Zhang is dead, block the door quickly and don't let the murderer run away." The yard was in chaos.

I thought to block the door and use it. When ghosts come in, they rarely walk through the door. Besides, if you dare to kill someone, you will never kill someone and leave. You will stop after you have enough fun. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but stand up. The policeman who was watching me took out a flashlight and turned it on, shook my face, making my eyes unable to open.

"Hey, hey, sit down, don't try to take the opportunity to slip out."

I had no choice but to sit down. Even if I didn’t commit a crime, I couldn’t do the right thing with the police. In the police station, they were the King of Hell and I was the little devil.

The chaotic sound outside suddenly became silent, as if everyone had disappeared, without a trace of movement, which seemed particularly strange. I turned to look outside the door. The beams of the strong flashlight just now were also extinguished. The entire police station was pitch black and very quiet, and the silence made people feel panicked.

The policeman opposite me was a little impatient. He stood up and walked around the table, took the flashlight and looked out. There was no one in the yard. He seemed a little panicked and turned to me and said, "Don't move, I'll go out and take a look."

"Wait," I called him, "do you believe there are ghosts?"

When this guy heard this, his whole body shivered, and the flashlight almost dropped off his hands. He looked at me and said, "I know you are a god-like man who pretends to be a god in the town. You don't engage in feudal superstition in front of me. This can't scare me." He said this, but his expression on his face had betrayed him, and he looked even more cowardly than Shen Bing.

My profession is quite mysterious. People in the town don’t know what I do, but the results of the discussion behind it are changing. I said that I am a god and that I am one of them. I didn’t care. I smiled and said, “Then go out and take a look. Don’t say I didn’t say hello in advance if I encounter anything.”

This guy's legs were stuck on the ground like roots. I bet that if he had the courage to go out, I would write my last name upside down.

He looked out for a long time without moving, but there was still no movement outside, not even a trace of wind, and his expression became more and more nervous. He suddenly raised his legs and walked out. I thought it was a bad idea. It seemed that my surname was going to be written in reverse. But he ran to the door, closed the door, turned around and leaned against the door panel, panting and sweating on his forehead.

I have seen shameless people, but I have never seen him as shameless. He said he did not have feudal superstition, and he was scared to me like this with just one sentence. It would be good that I don’t have to write my surname backwards.

"I said brother, there are really ghosts outside?" he asked me with wide eyes.

I was amused in my heart, even the name changed, and the intimate voice was so intimate. I looked straight, stretched out my fingers to silence my lips, and then signaled him to come back and not to block the door. He was so scared that he covered his mouth and ran back to the back of the table.

In the silence, a "rustling" sound suddenly came from the yard, as if someone was walking on tiptoe and whispering, or as if the wind was blowing the leaves. In short, in this strange dark night, people were very worried in their ears. The policeman's face changed and his body softened and he sat on the chair.

I pricked up my ears and listened for a while, probably understood what was going on. I took out the eight copper coins from my pocket, put them on with a red rope, bit my middle finger and wiped blood along the copper coins, and shook my right wrist. After a crisp sound of the eight copper coins, I stood up straight, forming a copper coins sword about half a foot long!

"Follow me." I waved to the policeman behind the table, opened the door and walked out.

When he saw me playing such a "trick" of copper coins turning straight, he immediately became awe-inspiring, stood up tremblingly, and followed me out. The inside and outside the door were like two worlds. His eyes were used to the darkness for a while in the room, and he could still vaguely see a trace of light, but outside the door was covered with a thick black fog, and he couldn't see his five fingers!

Under the flashlight, the visibility was no more than two meters. A stream of cold wind blew slowly, making my heart feel a little tight.

The entire police station compound was quiet and seemed very empty. The policeman behind me shouted a few words of his colleague's name, but he didn't respond for a long time, and his breathing became more and more rapid.

I patted him on the shoulder and told him not to be afraid. There is no one in the police station except us. He was even more scared and looked like a mortal face. In order to relieve his nervousness, he asked him what his name was, how old he was this year, and he had been working for several years to divert his attention. He was as obedient as a grandson, asking and answering whatever he asked, as if I am the interrogator now and he is the suspect.

"Ah, I tripped something under my feet." The policeman named Liu Kun suddenly exclaimed.

I looked down at the ground. There was a bundle of white paper-paste spiritual banners. They were taken by the filial son during the funeral. In the end, no one took them back on the grave. Seeing this kind of thing, it was obvious that it was left by ghosts. The rustling sounds were heard by gusts of cold wind blowing through the spirit banners. I told him to raise his head and walk, and don't look back. Just follow me and don't run around. Tonight there are too many ghosts released at the Ghost Festival. If I provoke any one, it will be difficult for me to deal with it.

Starting from the spirit banner, there are more white paper money on the ground ahead. This paper money is also scattered during the funeral, which is different from the yellow paper money burned at the Ghost Festival. Paper money is scattered from the center of the yard, all the way out of the gate, like a signpost guiding passers-by. I know in my heart that this is a method of ghosts' seduction. Often, wherever the paper money is scattered, I will find the people who are being caught. So I did not hesitate to walk along the paper money, and I will eventually find all the missing people in the police station.

As soon as I left the door, the flashlight shook to an extremely pale, Qikong's bloody face, staring at us. My heart suddenly jumped, and Liu Kun behind him screamed, turned around and ran back. I quickly pulled him back and said, "Look clearly, this is a dead person, not a ghost."

Liu Kun plucked up the courage to look forward, then covered his chest and said, "Yes, it's Lao Zhang's head."
Chapter completed!