An Xiangwen quietly touched Qi Zhuyue's other side.
The curly-haired young man was glanced at by Bai Su, who didn't react at all and continued to play with the black-haired girl asking questions.
"So what are your department's recruitment criteria?"
"Uh...examination? If you have special abilities, you can select the best ones according to the situation...if you have outstanding abilities, you can take special admissions."
"Then do you have a place where supernatural beings are kept and things related to the supernatural are stored?"
"伱, how do you know... yes, there is."
"Oh - where's the address?"
"...No. xx, xxx Road."
"Well, how many people are there in your department?"
"About fifty people...the numbers will move up and down."
"When do the police usually come out?"
"We will be dispatched when encountering supernatural-related incidents."
"How long have you been staring at me?"
"A few weeks."
"Did you find anything?"
"Except for what I just experienced... nothing."
"Then have you contacted Xia Chengyin on the way? Or Tang Nuo, Gu Cheng, Chen Zi - Zhang Yeran?"
Qi Zhuyue:? The first few names are easy to say, but why is there even Senior Zhang?
Qi Zhuyue discovered that Bai Su knew more about them than they thought.
But she only paused for a second, and her lips moved: "...No."
"Lie." Bai Su held his face and said word by word, "Lying is not good. Your breathing and heart rate have changed."
Qi Zhuyue, who had received a little training but was not professional to the extreme, could only change her words: "There is a connection..."
Her throat, left chest wall, wrist and other places were pressed, and her heartbeat rose and fell with her breathing.
Bai Su listened and glanced to the side again.
Slowly stretched out a hand from the right and took away the top of the two thread-bound books Qi Zhuyue placed on the ground.
He didn't stop him, and the human quickly returned to his original position with the book.
Bai Su returned his gaze to the front: "What did you say just now... Oh yes, how do you usually judge the supernatural?"
"There is a detection machine... if there is a reaction, it means there is or has been a supernatural phenomenon."
"That is to say -" Bai Su pinched his chin, "that phone of yours that keeps vibrating?"
Qi Zhuyue was surprised: "You know? So it was not an accident at that time..."
"No, crushing your 'phone' was an accident." Bai Su glanced at Qi Zhuyue strangely, "I just knew at that time that you were not 'Wen Wenxue'."
Qi Zhuyue: "?"
Bai Su: "Wei Wenxue is very courageous and not afraid of ghosts."
Qi Zhuyue felt that she had made a mistake, but her method of pretending to be a human being had great shortcomings. She could easily show her timidity when meeting familiar people.
All she relied on was the face that showed no trace of disguise, but it was obvious that Bai Su's criterion was not this.
Thinking of her "mobile phone" being trampled to pieces, Qi Zhuyue felt depressed. When she first entered the hotel, the device would beeping like crazy. She didn't know what was wrong, so she planned to check it out after checking in.
As a result, when she went out for a meal, she discovered that there were other supernatural beings in the town... and when she was about to go back, the prop was trampled to pieces by Bai Su.
Qi Zhuyue, who only had one piece of equipment with her, had no choice but to go out through the window at night to deal with the ghost who had confirmed its location.
As for the hotel in question, she plans to ask colleagues to help afterward...and so on.
Qi Zhuyue suddenly recalled something.
The morning after she climbed out of the window, there seemed to be a very subtle conversation.
Qi Zhuyue and Bai Su looked at each other, and she tried to ask: "So yesterday morning was...?"
"Oh, that one." Bai Su smiled playfully, "A total of three supernatural beings came to me at night when you were away from the hotel."
Qi Zhuyue completely missed it, she didn't know this happened.
After thinking about it, she said dumbly: "So those three supernatural beings were also solved by Mr. Bai... and eaten."
It's so enviable to think that she worked hard all night and brought a special gun and other props to kill a troublesome supernatural being.
Bai Su, who has been expelled from the black-haired girl's heart, is really enviable to her.
It would be great if humans also had such a strong ability. Wouldn't it be like that to resist supernatural beings——
Before she could imagine a beautiful scene, the black-haired young man knocked on the ground twice to call her attention back.
"Last question." Bai Su grinned, "How do you confirm whether a person has special abilities?"
"We rely on..." Qi Zhuyue didn't finish her answer. She suddenly realized something and her eyes widened.
Could it be that Bai Su wanted to——
…
An Xiangwen opened the thread-bound book in his hand. The vertically written text made it a little inconvenient for him to read, and the text was densely packed, like a young man's regular script.
The words written with the brush are crowded together. In some places, too much ink is used to write, and the ink is smudged and spread out, becoming a blur.
While An Xiangwen was struggling to read, he wanted to know if he had the kind of speed reading skills that could help him quickly find important places in thread-bound books.
This thread-bound book had at least fifty or sixty pages. He flipped through it roughly, and it was filled with text. It would take...several hours to read it completely, right?
To find clues, you definitely can't read them at a glance, which is very time-consuming.
'——Hummoduo. '
The writer may have felt that writing the full name each time was too long. After turning a few pages, the Buddha's name was abbreviated to three characters and the title became shorter, but the writer's enthusiasm for it became more and more intense.
An Xiangwen felt that he was reading some kind of diary of the growth of a fanatic. At first, the writer's spirit was quite normal, but as time went by, his words gradually became crazy.
Several scratches of varying depths carved holes into the paper. An Xiangwen quickly turned the paper back. Fortunately, there were still some crazy words on the back, which didn't look very important.
The curly-haired young man scratched his head.
He felt that there was relatively little useful information that could be recorded in general notes or diaries, but considering... there was probably nothing else in the hall.
Fuzhao Temple has a history of less than five years, so it would be strange to find some ancient classics, right?
They are just nondescript evil things.
An Xiangwen sighed quietly, pretended not to hear the "chatting" beside him, and continued reading.
After flipping through about a dozen more pages, he finally saw some useful information.
'Hummoduo asked for magic. '
Regardless of whether he is a god or not, An Xiangwen still retains the view that the Buddha is an evil being.
In layman's terms, the magic of inviting magic means to invite the target person to come down. As for what is invited...it depends on the size.
An Xiangwen gestured at the thickness of the thread-bound book. Even if Qi Zhuyue had another one, it wasn't too big.
So——if you are really invited, it will be the main body.
An Xiangwen thought while reading.
'The bones of devout believers, the vitality and blood of foreign sacrifices. '
The words spoken in Bai Su's mouth appeared on the paper, the vertical words twisted and descended, and the last punctuation mark was dragged out into a long mark.
"Let me see...a staff made from the bones of devout believers...Hey, have you even written down the specific parts? Those believers are so pitiful..." They were so pious, but they still had to be killed.
But maybe, once you have faith, you will voluntarily die.
An Xiangwen continued reading. The external sacrifices probably referred to them. As for the number of sacrifices... Huh?
"Minimum...two?"
(End of chapter)
