Town at dusk, police station.
In the large conference room, a man in his fifties or sixties stood on the stage. After impassionedly reading his declaration of becoming the new police chief, he sat back in his seat amidst the fierce applause of the crowd.
The meeting broke up and everyone left.
The newly elected police chief was left sitting in the conference room smoking.
This process is very long.
After he finished smoking the cigarette in his hand, he threw the cigarette butt to the ground and took out an agate pendant from his body.
This agate is very strange, it is blood red all over, and there is a pocket version of a straw doll in the middle.
However, the straw doll has cracked.
"Fortunately, this thing blocked the disaster..."
The man stretched out his hand and touched the jade pendant, with murderous intent in his eyes.
"That bronze mirror... is really a terrible thing."
"There is actually a 'little hell' hidden inside."
"No matter who is able to use this kind of thing, his identity in this world is definitely not simple. He must find a way to tell people outside and kill that guy..."
…
Xiangchun Mental Hospital, Room 614.
Three people appeared in the room... to be precise, two people and a vague black figure.
It can only stand in places with little sunlight.
Once it gets close to too bright sunlight, it will "melt".
Ning Qiushui breathed in the familiar smell of Xiangchun Mental Hospital and felt much more comfortable.
At least...he returned to his own world.
"Hey, Hong You, can you talk?"
Ning Qiushui asked the "shadow" in the corner of the room.
There were some murmurs in the room.
Ning Qiushui couldn't hear clearly.
Zhao Er, who was wearing a psychiatric suit, took a sip of cold water and explained:
"You can't hear her."
"Let me talk to her."
Zhao Er communicated with Hong You in detail for a while.
As for what was said, Ning Qiushui didn't hear clearly.
He came to the window and looked at the moonlight outside, tapping the edge of the window with his fingers.
After a while, Zhao Er frowned, glanced at Ning Qiushui, and shouted:
"Ning Qiushui, she wants something from you."
Ning Qiushui tilted her head and said curiously:
"What do you want from me?"
Zhao Er explained:
"She asked me how she could restore her 'identity' in this world. I told her that her 'identity' had been destroyed, and the only way to reappear under the sun was to 'forge' it."
Ning Qiushui frowned, thinking of the "shadows" that blocked her in the elevator.
"Forgery?"
"You mean... to steal someone else's 'identity'?"
Zhao Er shook his head.
"That's seizing one's body."
"Everything has a "fate", and it is very dangerous to take away the "identity" of others. If you drink a dove to quench your thirst, you will encounter bad luck in the future."
"If you want it to last, you can only 'fake it'."
Ning Qiushui was thoughtful, he stared at Zhao Er and blinked:
"Your identity...isn't it just fake?"
Zhao Er drank the cold water in the cup in one gulp.
"right."
"My identity is 'forged'."
Ning Qiushui touched her nose.
"So...you also died in the Blood Gate World before?"
"Um."
"Okay, tell me, how do you fake your identity?"
"Do you know...'dirty soil'?"
Hearing the word "dirty soil", Ning Qiushui suddenly raised her head, her eyes becoming much sharper.
"The misty world where the Concubine is located?"
Zhao Er showed a smile, as if he didn't mind the aura of Ning Qiushui.
"right."
"There are some 'old sites' in the dirt. By resurrecting them with special props, you can get a safe area."
"Depending on the different guards in the 'Old Site', the size of the area is also different, but in each 'Old Site', there are at least three places that can provide 'Identity' for the 'Shadow'."
"With the 'identity' provided by this 'old site', 'Shadow' can live in the sunshine of the world outside the Blood Gate."
"Although there are many taboos, it is at least better than the 'shadow' that can only live in the darkness, isn't it?"
Ning Qiushui tried hard to digest what Zhao Er told him.
It would be a lie to say in my heart that I am not shocked.
The lady in black in the church told him about the word "dirty soil".
"So, the 'church' where the lady in black is located is the so-called 'old site'?"
Ning Qiushui murmured in an almost inaudible voice.
Soon, he heard Zhao Er say again:
"Not every hut has the ability to open up an 'old site'."
"Some houses have always been in the chaos of mist. There are no strong people who are good at taking risks inside, and there are no suitable props."
"If your hut does not have an 'old site', I can introduce you to a hut, but... they may charge a high 'fee'."
Zhao Er emphasized the word "expense".
Ning Qiushui knew that it definitely meant more than just money.
"No."
"I have a solution."
Zhao Er nodded.
"That's best."
"Honestly, you are my savior after all, and I don't really want you to be cheated."
Ning Qiushui glanced at Hong You in the corner and said:
"You will stay here during this period. When I get my 'identity', I will come back to find Zhao Er."
Hong You nodded.
…
After bidding farewell to Zhao Er, Ning Qiushui returned to the charnel house by car.
No one came to pick him up tonight.
Does everyone believe that he can come out alive?
With an inexplicable weirdness in his heart, Ning Qiushui pushed the door open, but the scene inside made him freeze on the spot.
The room smelled of paper money.
Six people wearing white hats kept burning paper money into the brazier. On the TV cabinet in the middle area, there was also a photo of Ning Qiushui's... posthumous photo.
Liu Chengfeng was wearing a Taoist robe, holding a soul-calling bell in his hand, his face was colorfully painted, and his posture was weird, as if he was dancing to a master.
Bai Xiaoxiao and Tian Xun's eyes were slightly red.
Meng Jun and Jun Luyuan were silent.
Yu Jiang and Yun Shang looked indifferent. They didn't have a deep impression of Ning Qiushui, and they were more likely to join in the fun.
However, when they saw Ning Qiushui suddenly entering the door, everyone's faces showed shock.
"No...what's going on with you?"
"What are you doing?"
Everyone looked at each other, staring straight at Ning Qiushui. After a moment, Yu Jiang exclaimed:
"Liu Chengfeng, you really hide your secrets!"
"I thought you were a magic stick, but I didn't expect that you are really good at summoning spirits!"
Liu Chengfeng swallowed, stared at Ning Qiushui, and muttered in his heart:
"Grandma... didn't Master say that soul summoning was a quackery trick back then... How come he was really summoned back?"
When Tian Xun saw Ning Qiushui, he secretly wiped his eyes and his voice was slightly choked:
"Brother Qiushui, you are back..."
Ning Qiushui sensed the strange atmosphere in the villa, pointed to her own photo and said:
"Someone please explain what these mean... I'm not dead yet!"
Bai Xiaoxiao turned away and blinked hard, as if afraid of tears falling, while Meng Jun next to him stared at Ning Qiushui, took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice:
"Qiu Shui, if you have any last wishes, just tell us...we will definitely work hard to help you fulfill it!"
Ning Qiushui had a strange look on his face, and his eyes fell on the calendar on the TV cabinet, and then he understood.
Because the bus did not come back through Guishe, he was delayed for two days.
Under normal circumstances, as long as the trickster who entered the Blood Gate came out alive, he would definitely arrive at the trick house before midnight that night, but Ning Qiushui did not return to his own world until three days later.
So the companions in the hut all thought... that he was dead.
PS: Good night.
