"Do you still feel like someone is watching you?" After driving a long distance away, Bu Zhaozhao asked him again: "Do you still feel that way?"
"No. No more." He frowned, which made him more convinced of his perception.
"Maybe it's a non-relic... maybe it's some spirit entity." He speculated hesitantly: "Maybe it has nothing to do with what happened back then, but... I care about it very much."
He whispered, and Bu Zhaozhao responded. He looked towards the roadside, but another voice suddenly appeared in his mind.
"You did...well."
The voice was intermittent, and seemed to be covered with a layer of gauze. He was slightly stunned when he heard it, and then he came to his senses.
"It's you. Is it you?"
The girl's voice ignored her and continued: "Lies...enough for a week."
Her voice disappeared, and an inexplicable feeling of fullness and satisfaction bloomed in Chen Qing's nerve endings, the feeling of satisfying desires, the secret joy of deceiving others...
"Hiss..." He gritted his teeth and lowered his face to prevent passers-by from noticing. But fortunately, this feeling came and went quickly.
In just a moment, Chen Qing was separated from that sense of satisfaction.
He raised his head, put his palm into his pocket and touched the human face: "Is that you?"
He said softly, the scolding that had appeared in his ears reappeared in his mind.
He still remembers that day, when he stood in front of history that was like a drug, and his will almost collapsed.
It was that scolding that woke him up.
But why did she want to save herself...
Chen Qing instinctively felt that their past was not simple.
He shook off the messy thoughts in his mind and focused on the documents in front of him. He shook off the yellowed papers, and the writing on the papers was also a little blurry.
There are five documents in total, one of which reads birth certificate: Chen Qing, born on October 24, 1969, male.
Next are some registrations required when settling in.
The second one is a receipt certificate.
It says, (obliterated), signed for (obliterated) on February 12, 1971.
Hereby certify.
He frowned and raised the paper to the sun. He was so curious about the names hidden under the ink.
But he passed through the sunlight, and the bright light fell on the paper, which only showed the age of the paper.
The words and ink written in one place have long been merged into one thing and cannot be seen anymore.
He took back the papers he held up. The third was a death certificate.
This is to certify that the death of a citizen (smear) no longer has any legal effects.
The fourth copy is an adoption certificate.
He frowned. The dense ink on this document was surprising. Other documents only had the keywords erased, but this thing only had the header left.
Is this document important?
He thought for a moment, maybe it was his own.
The fifth copy is a rubbing of the ID card.
He looked at the document. All the identifying information had been erased, but half of the mouth was left where a human face should be.
Who is this?
He looked at that face, which seemed particularly unfamiliar.
"Is there the information you want?" She lowered her body and asked in Chen Qing's ear.
"No...not found." He looked at the document in his hand and hesitated for a while before putting it in his pocket.
He turned his head and looked at Bu Zhaozhao beside him and asked, "I'm done with my business. Do you have any idea about Jiang Wan's business?"
She was stunned for a moment: "What a clue."
"Since it is this ancient... way of touching the extraordinary, how should I stop them." He hesitated for a while, then asked Bu Zhaozhao: "I can't just squat on the street and wait until they appear. , give them a slap with this eye."
She thought about it and had the urge to nod.
"It's not... no way."
She looked at Chen Qing's disdainful eyes, but became a little more serious: "If it is a normal situation, you need to find their stories. Among the stories passed down from mouth to mouth, find the one that affects the target and represents most of the rumors. story.
Next, you need to find a way to defend against the enemy. If it is not in the rumored story, you have to find a way to incorporate your revised story into it and let it spread.
It takes so much effort..." She shrugged her shoulders: "It's better to fly away with so much strength. "
Chen Qing listened to the other party's words, stared at her sideways for a while, and finally shook his head.
"Forget it...just do it honestly."
He whispered as the return car arrived at its destination.
When we got home all the way, it was still dark.
The smell of fireworks from the surrounding neighbors had just spread.
He opened the website and searched for information related to the three cases in the forums in the same city.
If they want to use rumors to gain extraordinary power, it is impossible for them to avoid the Internet.
Ten years ago…
He tapped the keyboard, and just when he was about to make a query, he saw a message flashing continuously.
That information came from the Cryptozoologists forum.
"There is news recently that many people died in the south of the city. Come out and have a chat?" - Albinism
Chen Qing looked at the words on the screen, hesitated for a while, and then sent the message back to the sailor.
"I have conveyed it for you."
He received a series of exclamation marks within two seconds of his words.
"I will inform you of the reward for the transaction in the future. Please put the reward in the designated location at your convenience."
After he said this, the other person's avatar showed leaving.
Chen Qing thought about it and didn't think that the other party would just accept the reward for the transaction.
"Related to the extraordinary." - The Man with a Thousand Faces.
He waited for a moment, and another message came.
"Is it caused by some kind of entity called entity?" - Albinism.
"No. No, there's something different."
"..."
"If you need more detailed information, I have it here, but I need the information in exchange." - The Man with a Thousand Faces.
On the other side of the screen, the girl's coughing became louder and louder. She looked at the screen with a look of hope mixed with a hint of scheming and gloominess.
