In order to make it easier to return home, Qin Ming directly used the ghost domain and took Qin Xiaoyu back to Jinhua Community.
As usual, after taking a shower and eating, Qin Ming called Qin Xiaoyu over to take notes.
Qin Ming sat on the sofa in the living room, putting his hands in his pockets and closing his eyes, thinking about something.
He was thinking about what happened in Qin Xiaoyu's hometown today. What concerned him was the world outside the door and the entire ancient house.
The ghost eye mark had previously driven him to look for puzzle pieces in the supernatural world. Qin Ming had no choice but to step into that door, and then met the shy ghost and the old ghost.
After thinking for about three minutes, Qin Ming opened his eyes and shouted inside: "Xiaoyu, come out for a moment."
"Brother Qin, what's wrong? What's the matter?"
Qin Xiaoyu combed her slightly damp hair and ran out of the room, feeling a little charming.
Qin Ming ignored these.
"Xiaoyu, take notes." Qin Ming said
Qin Xiaoyu was slightly startled when he heard this, and then wanted to get a pen and paper, but was stopped by Qin Ming.
"Xiaoyu, there's no need to go. I'll bring it over when I ask you to take notes in the future."
Qin Ming said softly, and then waved his hand towards the table. A flash of red light flashed, and the notebook and a signature pen instantly appeared on the table.
"Sit down, I told you to remember, don't forget." Qin Ming said calmly.
"Oh, I got it." Qin Xiaoyu nodded quickly after hearing this, then moved a stool to sit down, and opened the notes to a blank page.
"The shy ghost, the hazard level is temporarily C level, the terror level is higher than A level and lower than S level. It is a ghost with a white appearance. It is tall, has no pigment in the skin and has no hair. It is about two meters long."
"The killing pattern is sight. You can't look directly at its face, otherwise it will trigger its killing pattern. Cover your face with your slender hands and start screaming, crying and making indistinct sounds. The ghost screams The sound temporarily disturbs consciousness."
"After the killing pattern is triggered, this period of time will last for one minute, and the killing will begin one minute later."
"Pa~!"
The signature pen in Qin Xiaoyu's hand fell to the ground. Qin Ming, who was thinking, was slightly startled, and then looked at Qin Xiaoyu.
"Um...I'm sorry, I accidentally dropped it." Qin Xiaoyu apologized quickly, then quickly bent down to pick up the pen, lowering his head and not daring to look at him.
Qin Ming didn't say anything when he saw this, but after thinking for a while, he continued:
"The old man's ghost has an unknown danger level. The terror level starts from level A. It looks like a humanoid. It looks like an old man whose whole body is rotten. His eyes are white and dripping with very corrosive black water. He is suspected of possessing a ghost realm. "
After I finished speaking, I continued to think about it. After thinking for a while, I felt that I had not missed anything, so I took the note and looked at it. It felt pretty good.
"Xiao Yu, you can go and have a rest first. I'll just write down the notes here."
Qin Ming whispered to Qin Xiaoyu calmly, put the black notebook on the table and turned on the TV.
"Okay, then I'll go back to the room first. Brother Qin, remember to call me if you need anything."
Qin Ming nodded and said no more.
Watching Qin Xiaoyu's leaving figure, Qin Ming felt a little indifferent in his heart.
"My character and body have been eroded more and more by the supernatural, and I am becoming less and less human. It is estimated that my fate in the future will be worse than Yang Jian..."
Qin Ming smiled bitterly, shook his head, and turned on the TV program.
When I opened the news broadcast, it was broadcast that a rare and precious Buddha statue had been discovered in Dazhou City. So far, only one Buddha head and many other precious ancient cultural relics have been unearthed.
"Sure enough, the TV programs here are just as boring as those in the previous life." Qin Ming complained after watching the news program for a while.
However, when the video of the rare Buddha head being unearthed was shown on TV, Qin Ming's entire expression changed completely.
"That Buddha head... feels like something is wrong..."
Qin Ming frowned. At this time, his attention was entirely focused on the Buddha's head on the video and the bandage wrapped around the Buddha's eyes.
This comes from his intuition about the supernatural. As he is more and more eroded by the supernatural, he becomes more and more sensitive to this category.
"Ozhou City...Buddha's head...covered Buddha's eyes...and the exhibition..."
"bad feeling…"
Qin Ming looked at the pictures on TV and murmured to himself.
Dazhou City
Continent Museum
At this time, there are many staff gathered around the Buddha head, planning the three-day exhibition on Friday, which has been moved here.
Based on discussions, they decided to place the Buddha head in the most conspicuous position in the museum, surround it with tempered glass, and cover it with red cloth, ready to be opened on the day of the exhibition.
At this time, two staff members looked at the huge Buddha head in front of them and were discussing something.
"Wang Ming, when will the ancient philologist you contacted come? Looking at the cloth wrapped around the Buddha's eyes, the thing drawn on it should be some kind of writing."
"Professor, we are already in contact. It will take some time to arrive. How about we take off the cloth first and put it in a glass display cabinet?"
The man called professor looked to be about fifty or sixty years old, with a dignified appearance and the tone of a scholar.
The middle-aged man thought for a while, nodded and said, "That's okay. Take off the cloth first. It will be more convenient when the exhibition comes."
Then they called a few people, put a shelf on the Buddha's head, and sent a few more people to climb up and prepare to pull off the cloth.
"Xiao Liu, be careful when you pull it, don't damage it, it's a cultural relic!"
A middle-aged man shouted from the side
"clear."
Xiao Liu climbed up the ladder and climbed to the center of the Buddha's eye, but it was now covered by a cloth.
Xiao Liu carefully pulled the cloth. He didn't know why it felt cooler and cooler, as if something was staring at him, which made him feel a little creepy.
"Is it a psychological effect?" Xiao Liu thought to himself. As the movements in his hands became faster and faster, the cloth was almost torn off, leaving only the last piece of the Buddha's eye.
"Okay, it's time to finish." Xiao Liu smiled and pulled off the last cloth, revealing the eyes of the Buddha's head.
Suddenly his center of gravity became unstable, and Xiao Liu fell down, but he didn't feel anything, but stared straight at the huge Buddha's eyes.
Looking fascinated, Xiao Liu seemed to have lost his soul, staring straight at the Buddha's eyes. Staring at the Buddha's eyes with him were a dozen of his colleagues.
After about a minute, the dozen or so people came to their senses and looked at each other blankly, wondering what had just happened.
The middle-aged man frowned and asked, "Xiao Liu, what just happened? Why are you sitting on the ground?"
Xiao Liu was also a little confused and said: "No... I don't know. I only remember that I took off the cloth wrapping the Buddha's eye, and then I don't remember it."
"It seems so."
Several other people also said that they had lost the memory of that minute and had no idea what happened in that minute.
"Then let's do this for now, then hurry up and arrange the rest. Tomorrow is the exhibition."
"good."
"no problem."
The remaining people echoed.
Then they covered the Buddha head placed in tempered glass with a huge red cloth, preparing to open it when the exhibition will be held tomorrow.
Xiao Liu was also ready to go home, but he kept rubbing his eyes and seemed a little uncomfortable.
"Why do my eyes feel itchy? I need to go to the hospital to have a checkup some other time. Could it be trachoma?"
Xiao Liu rubbed his eyes and said to himself
What no one saw was that after Xiao Liu finished rubbing his eyes, his originally black eyes gradually turned a little gray, and the blood on his face gradually receded.
He was unaware of this change.
Everyone is looking forward to tomorrow's exhibition, which can be said to be highly anticipated.
