An invisible whirlwind blew up inexplicably throughout the morgue, and the surrounding mottled iron cabinets were covered with blood-dropping and twisted eyes. Even the darkness could not offset the gaze.
With every blink of the eyes, there will inevitably be rustling, illusory noise, crying and moaning that normal people cannot bear.
"Officer Besik, why are you looking at me like that?"
Hollington asked with a somewhat unnatural expression. He was so horrified by Besik's gaze that the hand holding the gun seemed to be trembling.
"Did you hear anything?"
"Sound? Well... apart from being a bit cold, I didn't hear any strange noise. Officer Besik, could it be the wind?"
He can't hear? Can the screams of ghosts be heard by normal people?
No, it is clearly recorded in "Records of Sights and Sounds in the Spirit World" that ghosts can still be heard by living people even if they are not in contact with a priest with extraordinary power.
When I checked the case information before, it said that the employee who moved the corpse also heard the cry. Now that the ghost is lying on him, how could he not hear it?
Changing his thinking, Hollington should be controlled by it now, but the ghost is not so powerful, so it is a wraith.
As his thoughts raced, Besik had already made a preliminary judgment on the key information:
The initiator of the Lexington Morgue haunting incident was a female ghost. Usually, the formation of a ghost is the spiritual residue caused by the most unforgettable emotions before death!
If this remnant spirit accumulates for a while and becomes several times stronger, it will most likely turn into a terrifying ghost.
Looking at it now, the reason why the female ghost lay on Hollington's back was probably because she recognized the police inspector's uniform on his body. The female ghost wanted to say something to the police, so she unknowingly influenced and controlled him. .
The affected Hollington could not hear the sound, which is also in line with the characteristics of resentment gradually entangled and closed a little bit...
Besik basically confirmed the answer, and he now has two ways to solve the incident.
The first is to directly use extraordinary power to completely eliminate the "female resentful spirits". For Sequence 2 nightmares, this is just a matter of moving a finger.
The second is to use clairvoyance methods that comply with regulations to find out the source of the problem and fundamentally understand the ins and outs of the matter.
Taking into account the psychological state and anti-shock ability of ordinary people, Besik planned to try the second method first, using a milder method to solve the problem. If it really didn't work, he would directly use powerful extraordinary power to banish him.
"Can you close your eyes?"
"Me?" Hollington was stunned and asked immediately.
"That's right."
Besik nodded lightly, and at the moment when Hollington closed his eyes, he raised his right hand and tapped his eyebrows, and four spiritual walls were formed instantly.
He quickly covered it with spirituality and fell into a simple dream. Unknowingly, his body floated, and countless flashing light balls emerged from the void, as if gently swaying like water. This is the switch that stores the connection between dreams and reality. .
Immediately afterwards, he touched the light point connecting the female resentful spirit with his hand, and through the spiritual package, he allowed his astral body to come into contact with the resentful spirit. Only in this way can he communicate with the resentful spirit wandering in the world, obtain answers, and solve the problem!
Woohoo!
The sound of painful and sad cries lingered in Besik's ears. He vaguely saw a dim and dim low-rent house. A woman was huddled in the corner of the dilapidated wooden bed, her clothes were in tatters, and there was a man standing next to her. A shirtless middle-aged man with a tattoo of a naked female angel on his chest.
I saw the middle-aged man walking to the side like a drunken man, roughly pulling the woman over, and pressing him down. His thick hands kept tearing at the woman's already broken clothes.
Hey, hey, hey, painful moans came from it, the middle-aged man unleashed the turbulent storm, rudely and crazy.
Besik frowned, just when he remembered the middle-aged man's face in his heart, suddenly, the middle-aged man suddenly raised his head, turned around, and looked into the void, at the extremely pale naked angel on his chest. Tattoo, suddenly said:
"Does it look good?"
"Oops!" He decisively cut off the connection, stopped dreaming and returned to reality.
However, the next second, the sound was like an invisible sword, piercing the darkness, piercing the void, piercing Besik's brain from the past time, like moths rushing to the fire, one after another hitting the flames. .
pain!
It hurts!
Besik's vision suddenly blurred, and his head seemed to be split in half. Two lines of blood and tears flowed from his eyes. His body fell heavily like a lead ball...
.........
No. 6 Mink Street, first floor of a single-family house!
"Praise to Crimson!"
Gulu, the four of them raised their heads and drank the last sip of wine and drinks at the same time, then lay down comfortably on the chairs, burped, and rested for ten minutes before getting up and putting away the dishes.
After dinner, it was already around 11 o'clock. Weinerson looked at the clock hanging on the wall and sighed silently.
In the past, on earth, dinner would never go past 6 o'clock, but now it basically starts around 9 or 10 o'clock. This is the power of jet lag... and time and space.
At this time, Ms. He, who had eaten and drank enough, sat leisurely on the sofa in the living room, picked up a "Compulsory Navigation Manual" and started reading it. Irene took off the citrine pendant wrapped around her wrist and lit the gas lamp. The light was shining, staring intently, as if performing some kind of ritual prayer, while Gropius was nestled on the single sofa, holding "The Age of Discovery" and reading it again.
Seeing his brother and sister immersed in their own affairs, the corners of his mouth turned up, and then he ran to the second floor, sat on a chair, placed the admission notice from St. Honavitch University on the table, and used The blade carefully opened the seal and took out the admission documents inside.
Shaking open the huge piece of hard letter paper, Weinerson looked at it with some anticipation and some fear:
"Dear Mr./Ms. Vinersen van der Rohe, you have been successfully admitted to the University of St. Honavitch. Please arrive at the 9643 steam train platform on December 12, 1751, and take the extraordinary train to enter... "
9643 Steam Train Platform, what a strange name. There seems to be no such place in Faslanka?
I remember that the only steam train platform was in the Northern Cross District, where there is the largest orphanage, the Burgley Orphanage, and the Church of Tranquility, the branch of the Holy See in Faslanka, but there is no platform 9643.
While his thoughts were swirling, a voice suddenly sounded in Weinerson's mind.
Platform 9643 is hidden in the middle of the third pillar of the Northern Cross steam train platform. Within the specified time, any student with an admission notice can enter.
This...is this, the sound of that owl?
Weinerson's eyes widened slightly, and the voice lingered in his mind and could not be dissipated for a long time.
He stuffed the notice back into the envelope again, breathed a sigh of relief from the bottom of his heart, looked at the distant and deep night sky, looked directly at the crimson red moon, and slowly let go of his thoughts...
