Zang Tiao was also deep in thought at this time. She put a cigarette between her lips and held the burning cigarette between her thumb and index finger.
According to the normal process, the officers of the General Affairs Bureau are responsible for the content of the force side, from training to learning, and the abilities and professional knowledge they master are all based on this. When encountering this kind of thing, most of them are Mainly based on the guiding spirit of the observation center.
However, he couldn't stand up to the one who was senior and had great authority, and the other who, although he didn't have much experience in this world, had managed to become a veteran in his previous life.
Both of them were momentarily silent, each having their own reasons for not telling outsiders, or feeling that something was wrong.
At this time, Zuo Dao suddenly spoke:
"Team leader, I want to ask you something."
"explain."
Zuo Dao sorted out the situation as follows:
"In the ceremony, if specific characters or related situations appear, is it related to the composition of the ceremony or the power drawn from it? For example, the previous mist ritualists intercepted time nodes on Huaiyang Road to imitate the "neighborhood", and The library when it was supposed to devour a librarian manipulated him into talking to me.
"Is this situation necessarily and directly related to the element composition, or is it determined based on the characteristics of the ritual?"
His words made Zang Tiao's eyes move, and she looked at him slightly sideways:
"What did you find?
"Generally speaking, both are possible, and there may not necessarily be only one of the former and the latter."
Zuo Dao, who learned new knowledge from the side, did not delay and replied:
"Shen Zhecheng's ritual was a bit strange. After Tongyan activated his spiritual vision and looked at its manifestation, the man then responded. He showed that he was not sure whether it was a ghost or a child with ritual abilities, holding Quan Hu's heel. The fat man's hand moved through space, but it didn't appear after that.
"Theoretically speaking, in the core of his ritual, as the team leader told me, there will be unconscious ability characteristics emanating from it. In theory, the abilities that were displayed before should also be present. The result is that currently I didn't see it."
Zuo Dao said quickly, and finally added:
"That's what puzzles me."
He didn't 'teach people how to do things'. He only reasonably combined Professor Chang's knowledge points with his inner spiritual problems and gave appropriate reminders. In the end, it was up to him to see how the other party would choose. After all, this world also has a complete set of rules. A mysterious system will inevitably have many details that you don't know, and being overconfident will only cause trouble.
And he was not sensitive when talking about the keyword "ghost". This world has a blockade on "mysterious knowledge", but some weird and strange stories, anecdotes and wonderful stories have not been eradicated, and even some weird novels and even TV series and movies have not. Yes, but the review will be stricter.
It’s hard to say whether it’s because repeated reviews have determined that these “stories” or “subjects” no longer possess mystical power, or what, but the result is that ghosts and ghost stories have always existed.
"That's it..." There was no emotion on Zang Tiao's face, she just took a puff of cigarette and said:
"I saw before that you had some paper-cutting-style paper figures with magic-breaking crystals smeared on them, right?"
"Yes," Zuo Dao nodded:
"The four of us made many plans before setting off. Tong Yan's sister Quan helped us with the paper man."
"Okay," Zang Tiao said and pointed around:
"Give this a blast."
She blew out smoke at Shen Zhecheng who was lying on the ground, and a wind shield formed around him.
Without saying much, Zuo Dao summoned a group of "Nico Paper Figures" and dispersed them one by one, evenly distributed in all directions. Their large straight characters were pasted on the wall. Zang Tiao approached him and returned the suitcase to him. Finally, he made a starting gesture.
In an instant, the room was filled with flames——
At the same time, outside the core space.
The ritual liquid made by Jin Chongjing originally covered the package normally, but at this moment it suddenly fluctuated violently, and even some weak spots were bulged and burst, revealing the original flesh and blood creature, and the fat man's body also shook violently. , Yan Fang felt the pressure instantly.
It's like - he wakes up.
In the core space, the sea of fire dispersed, and nothing changed.
In addition to some damage to the walls, some were charred, and the flesh walls were sizzling with oil.
In this situation, others might think that their guesses were wrong, but Zang Ti and Zuo Dao were sure of one thing at the same time.
"There is indeed a problem." Zang Tiao said:
"If there is an explosion in the core of the ritual, or if there is no reaction under the broken magic crystal, do you think we are idiots?"
This is when Zuo Dao moved his brows and said to Zang Ti:
"There has just been a change in the shopping mall. My paper man contacted Jin Chongjing again but there was no reply. Fatty and Yan Fang seem to be under a lot of pressure."
Zuo Dao kept the two lines synchronized to give feedback to Zang Tiao. While speaking, he glanced at Shen Zhecheng on the ground, and a word came to his mind - trap.
Whether it's killing him directly or taking him away, he can get the result the opponent wants.
And another question comes...
"Is it the ritualist's trap or someone else's?"
Inexplicable fluctuations flashed in the depths of his eyes.
The passage into the core was opened by the people at the observation center.
The person who gave the advice was also someone from the observation center.
Now there is a problem. By coincidence, there is no new reply from the paper man, and it is also from the observation center.
——You said it was a coincidence or not, but it was all done to you?
It also made Zuo Dao inevitably suspicious of the other party. From the beginning of the operation to now, everything was progressing as usual, but... as soon as a certain department arrived, he started to pull his hips.
"I actually don't want to use any other method." Zang Ti suddenly looked at the young man and said.
Zuo Dao looked at him, his face as usual, his eyes made a confused yet understanding expression, he raised his hand and scratched in front of his neck.
Zang Tiao returned an approving look, pointed to the left road, put her index finger between her lips, and saw the young man making a clear gesture.
——Tacit understanding reached.
Then, Zangwei took out a pocket watch from the inside of his windbreaker.
The outer layer of the pocket watch is covered with wear and scratches, silently telling its age.
As the flip cover opened, Zuo Dao vaguely saw a small yellowed family photo from inside the top cover, and the hands of the pocket watch had already stopped rotating. Before Zuo Dao could take a few more glances, he diverted his attention at Zang Tiao's next move.
Zang Tiao stared at the pocket watch, her left hand holding the watch stretched forward with a sad look on her face. As she whispered, various visions began to emerge:
"I will pray no more"
Suddenly, Zuo Dao heard many phantom sounds whose content could not be clearly understood. He could only vaguely hear the general atmosphere from them, some were sad, some were angry, some were laughing, some were plain, and some - like desperate prayers.
"I will remember the sadness"
The hands of the pocket watch in Zang Tiao's hand began to move backwards crazily, making people feel that the inside would fall apart and smoke in the next moment.
"I will tell my pain"
Many pictures appeared around her, one by one passing before Zang Tiao's eyes, but when Zuodao looked carefully, there were only blurry pictures, like layer after layer of mosaic.
"This is the third level of ritual"
At this time, triple halos appeared from the soles of Zang Tiao's feet, waist, and head.
"The third one: My words of sorrow——"
