"I feel the pain in this room... there's so much sadness and resentment here..."
As soon as Gubayan entered the room, she immediately felt unwell, as if she sensed something. She had a splitting headache and held her temples with her trembling hands.
Luo Xin stepped forward and leaned over to care, asking her if she could continue the ceremony: "Do you think it's okay?"
Gubayan signaled to his assistant that she was fine, and she said nothing more, closed her eyes and slowly sat in front of the typewriter.
It was different from the spirit summoning scene she had expected. Han Beiya was a little disappointed, but she didn't dare to say anything in front of the spiritual medium, so she leaned sideways towards Tan Wan.
He said in a very low voice: "I saw on the Internet that there are many tools for summoning spirits. Why is there only a typewriter?..."
It happened that such a soft voice was also heard by the psychic. She turned her face to look at Han Beiya, her voice was low and calm, and she calmly began to explain in front of everyone.
"I'm just the messenger of the soul, no different from the secretary's job." Gubayan stood tall and looked around, "Everyone, please take a seat, the departed soul is urging you."
The sun was still shining brightly outside, but Shen Ru's room was dark, with a few white candles lit around it for lighting.
The candle flames swayed gently with the wind, and the light on everyone's face flickered, creating a rather strange atmosphere.
The five chairs are not clearly arranged and guests can sit wherever they like.
Several people looked at the chairs in front of them and thought for a while, then half pushed each other and sat down one after another.
First of all, sitting directly opposite the psychic medium is the suspense novelist Mr. Xie Mowen. On either side of the psychic medium are Shen Zhiren and Shen Chengfeng. Those sitting diagonally behind the psychic medium are Han Beiya and Tan Wan.
Gubayan stretched his hands to his chest and raised them straight in the air. His ten fingers were spread out and pointed straight ahead. His movements were strange and his eyes were distracted. His whole body was like a zombie, which made people feel chilled.
Then I heard the voice of the spiritual medium Gubayan: "Tell it...Tell it...Speak out all the resentment in your heart...I am your listener... ...tell it...tell it..."
Her voice was hoarse and low now, completely different from what she heard last night.
Inside the house, candles flickered in front of the windows, the surroundings were silent, and the furniture in the room seemed to be sleeping quietly and secretly.
Gubayan kept repeating the words in her mouth, and her voice kept echoing in the room. There was some huge energy in her voice, calling, waiting for an echo...
Suddenly, candles in every corner of the room made a crackling sound at the same time.
Just when everyone was frightened by the sudden explosion of candles, the door that was originally closed was pushed open by a mysterious force at this moment. As the cold wind outside the door suddenly poured into the room, the candles in the room simultaneously Collectively extinguished.
The whole process took less than two minutes, but Han Beiya was already scared to death. She was just a good person and fun-loving person.
Just when she was about to scream subconsciously, Shen Chengfeng on the side covered her mouth in time. Fortunately, otherwise Han Beiya would have violated the rule of 'no noise during the ceremony'.
Suddenly, the keys on the typewriter keyboard sank by themselves without anyone pressing them, clicking, clicking, clicking...
Soon a line of English words appeared on it: MUrderer (murderer) killed (killed) me (me).
As the typewriter stopped working, the lights in the room came on.
At the end of the ceremony, Han Beiya was the first to scream. She stood up and pointed at the keyboard, stumbling and saying: "I, I, I, I saw the keyboard of the typewriter moving on its own!!"
Not just her, everyone witnessed the scene just now.
The medium's hand did not touch the typewriter, but the typewriter moved on its own as if consciously, as if there was an invisible hand tapping the typewriter.
After Han Beiya called out like this, the others lost their composure and stood up one after another, especially Shen Zhiren's reaction was fierce.
"Master Master, was it me Ru'er who came back just now?" Shen Zhiren hurriedly asked, "Is there someone else who killed me? Didn't my Ru'er die in an accident?"
After Shen Zhiren finished speaking, several people present looked shocked.
As we all know, Shen Ru fell down the stairs and died tragically, but Shen Zhiren and Shen Chengfeng both went to the dinner party that night, and there was no one else at home except Shen Ru.
The mansion was heavily guarded, and the security system showed no signs of being breached. It was impossible for outsiders to enter or exit during that period.
But the meaning of the words on the typewriter is very clear. She did not die accidentally, she was killed.
They also all set their sights on Cubayan.
The matter became complicated when the soul was summoned to find an unjust case. Everyone waited quietly. Everyone looked at Gubayan, hoping to hear her professional analysis from the medium.
I saw Gubayan standing up slowly: "This is what the resentful spirit told me, I am just the medium of communication."
The morning ceremony came to an end temporarily. Luo Xin helped the medium to the room, and then returned to Shen Ru's room: "Everyone, the morning ceremony is over. The teacher needs to take a rest before the afternoon ceremony. Please help yourself."
Everyone calmed down from the shock and walked out of the room one after another.
After what happened just now, Han Beiya felt that this room was very unlucky. She always felt that something behind her was staring at her from the corner, and she wanted to leave anxiously.
I wanted to take Tan Wan with me, but I saw her tinkering with the typewriter that had been touched by a grudge.
"Wanwan... why are you touching this thing..." Han Beiya still had taboos, "This thing is not clean, so don't touch it."
"Old-fashioned mechanical printers usually weigh around 5KG-6KG, and this one."
As Tanwan spoke, he picked up the typewriter on the table and weighed it in his hand: "It must be at least 10kg."
"What does this have to do with anything?" Han Beiya still didn't understand. She didn't want to stay in this room for a second. "This room is where Shen Ru stayed during his lifetime. He might not have left just after the ceremony. I'm afraid. , let’s go quickly..."
"Idiot." Tan Wan ignored her and instead squatted next to the typewriter and continued to study, "Where does the ghost come from in this world? If it really exists, I would rather believe that it is the fake psychic who is pretending to be a ghost."
His hands didn't stop while he was talking, and he quickly found a way to disassemble the keyboard.
Tan Wan removed the keyboard's typing keys one by one and placed them on the table. There were small metal balls installed under each keyboard.
"What is this?" Han Beiya also noticed it and hurriedly came over to take a look.
"Remote magnetic suction equipment." Tan Wan twitched the corners of his lips and waved the scattered objects on the table disdainfully, "It's a pediatrician's thing."
As long as they use the remote controller to press the English letters they want to combine, they can create the illusion that the ghost is typing by themselves.
