Chapter One Hundred and Twenty. [Case Sixteen] Unraveling Obsession
Mr. Du was a little hesitant. I believe his hesitation came from his own nature and had nothing to do with whether she was Zhang Hong. Although Zhang Hong is not good-looking, to Mr. Du, even though she was a well-intentioned person at first
A lie, but in any case, her existence is much more significant in Mr. Du's life than Hu Zongren, I and even Zhao Jing. If one day Mr. Du forgets that any of us should take it for granted.
It was only natural to part ways when needed, but he certainly couldn't forget Zhang Hong, especially Zhang Hong after becoming a ghost.
But he quickly agreed, but he kept tentatively asking us boring questions like whether it would take a long time on the way. After arriving at his house, I asked Mr. Du if he was ready and if he wanted to go first.
Take a break? Mr. Du sat on the sofa, clasped his hands in his fists, and kept rubbing the fingers of the other hand with one hand, looking very nervous. He is a person who received higher education overseas. Although he has seen the world,
But for people like us who are in the field of quackery, I am afraid that this contact once in a lifetime is enough. He sat silently, and we did not rush him, because I knew that people like him were about to face ghosts, especially
When he is a ghost who has an old acquaintance with him, the inner struggle is actually greater than any of us.
We sat like this for about 10 minutes. No one spoke. Apart from the sound of Hu Zongren pacing back and forth, the only sound left in the room was the ticking of a wall clock on the wall. This kind of atmosphere makes people quiet.
He came down, but he would also become more uneasy. I have no way of knowing what was going through Mr. Du's mind during these ten minutes, but he must have been fighting with himself repeatedly. Then he finally decided, stood up, and crossed his arms.
With his hands in front of his chest and his armpits, he calmly said to Hu Zongren and me, "I'm ready, let's start now."
I nodded, and there was still a hint of admiration in my heart. So we all went upstairs and opened the bedroom door. I still asked Zhao Jing to protect Mr. Du. It is always better to be careful in matters between humans and ghosts, and
There is no disrespect at all, but in any case, it is wrong to let the client be harmed. Hu Zongren asked Mr. Du to stand where he just entered the door, because we know that Zhang Hong’s ghost is in the cabinet, and at this moment Mr. Du
The position where we stood happened to be separated by a wardrobe and a wooden board, but we couldn't see each other.
I stood by the bed, picked up the pile of letters written by Mr. Du to Zhang Hong, and rearranged them in chronological order. I held the letters in one hand and the photo of Zhang Hong in the other, and then walked over to
Mr. Du passed all these things to him. Hu Zongren once again repeated yesterday's soul-calling ceremony. However, since the scene of yesterday's ceremony was still there, what Hu Zongren needed at this moment was just to give Zhang Hong's ghost to him.
Just call it out. I didn’t even use the compass, because I knew that as long as our actions were not excessive, Zhang Hong’s ghost would not make any harmful attacks on us. After handing Mr. Du the letter, I stood
When I got to the bed opposite the closet, there was the bathroom behind me. I leaned against the wall outside the bathroom and faced Mr. Du. From my perspective at this moment, Mr. Du was on one side of the closet, and on the other side,
It's a closet with the door closed.
Hu Zongren's soul summoning went very smoothly, because judging from the fact that he didn't say a word or take a breath, it almost didn't cause any damage to him this time. However, unlike the previous soul summoning method, Hu Zongren even clicked on this side
A candle, and a red candle.
Candles were used for lighting in ancient times, but because of the different colors of candles, the environments they were used in were also different. For example, in ancient times, the so-called bridal chamber candles, the candles here specifically refer to red candles with the word "happy" on them.
.On the mourning hall, it is often customary to use white candles. Of course, with the development of society, this custom has gradually been ignored. Although there is no substantial difference in illness, for people like me and Hu Zongren, we are more
What I pay attention to is some details, for example, you shouldn’t light red candles when you are dead. However, Zhang Hong is a dead person, but Hu Zongren lit red candles at this moment, but I don’t know why.
After lighting the candles, I kindly reminded Hu Zongren, did you choose the wrong color? This is to summon spirits. Why did you light a red candle? Hu Zongren said, death is a sad thing, but seeing each other again after a long separation, even though we are separated by life and death.
, but in the final analysis, it is also a matter of joy. The red candle here has no other meaning. I just hope that whether Zhang Hong chooses to leave or stay, he will not be obsessed with sadness. This
Hu Zongren, although he is rough and rough on weekdays, has become more grateful recently. I once thought it was because he had been with Fu Yunni for a long time and was abused to the point where he lost his temper. It would be better to be more careful, because even though we
They are best friends, but no one can guarantee that they can accompany and protect each other for a lifetime. We all have our own lives to live.
When the candle was halfway lit, Hu Zongren opened his mouth and blew out the flame. The extinguished sparks began to emit curls of white smoke, and the direction of the smoke happened to be facing the closet door. Yaoshan School
The research on ghosts is relatively more advanced than ours. Although Hu Zongren can understand the compass, he cannot use it. They used to explore the traces of ghosts, and they can often know the ghosts by relying on an oil lamp, the movement of flames or smoke.
. When he saw the smoke drifting towards the closet door, he quickly stretched out his fingers to dip a little of the wax oil that had not yet solidified near the flame, and then applied it between Mr. Du's eyebrows.
So now I understood that this was channeling, allowing Mr. Du to directly communicate with Zhang Hong.
At this time, the closet door began to open. As always, I saw those pale hands opening the closet door at a very slow speed. Although I knew it was harmless, I couldn't help but feel scared.
But when the closet door opened, I saw a woman in white squatting on the lower floor of the closet with her back to us. Her posture was different from yesterday. She seemed to know that Mr. Du was coming, so she turned her face towards
He looked inside, looking a little shy. According to the convention of calling spirits, when Hu Zongren saw it appearing, he still had to complete the rest of the questions, so Hu Zongren asked, who are you, just like yesterday.
This is a necessary process and indispensable. This is to prevent other ghosts from pretending to be the ghost. The questions asked in the soul-calling ceremony are sacred, and the summoner is regarded as the judge, just like the county magistrate in ancient times asked after taking the gavel.
The same principle applies to "Who is kneeling in the hall?" Yesterday, when I asked Zhang Hong who he was, Zhang Hong pointed to the bedside table and then got the clues behind it. But when Hu Zongren asked it now, it did not answer.
, but after hesitating for a few seconds, he slowly reached his hand to the back of his head, and then lifted his hair from the back to the left and right sides. Under the hair, I saw a woman's face with a smear in the corner of her eye.
There is a huge black spot birthmark, the eyes are forced, and the shape of the corners of the mouth is indistinguishable from anger, that is Zhang Hong.
To be honest, its behavior shocked me, and so did Hu Zongren. So I heard Hu Zongren murmur something stupid and frightened me, and then said to Zhang Hong’s ghost, your knot today
That's it, we have brought you the person. Zhang Hong slowly closed his hair, and then let us see the back and the back of the head, still squatting there motionless. Hu Zongren gestured to Mr. Du, "You
It's time to start.
Mr. Du looked confused, but fear accounted for a greater proportion of his expression. He spread his hands to Hu Zongren in confusion, which seemed to mean how do you want me to start? Hu Zongren rolled his eyes at him and turned towards him
He pointed to the pile of letters in his hand and asked him to tell Zhang Hong his belief.
So Mr. Du began to read the letter he wrote to Zhang Hong in the order I assigned him. Maybe it would be a bit embarrassing to read such a letter in public, but that was only at the beginning. Mr. Du
He seemed a little uncomfortable, but he soon read his original thoughts in the letter he had written. As he was reading it, a smile appeared on his face. Then he seemed to be more relaxed and sat directly on the ground, leaning against his back.
He continued to read the letter against the wardrobe partition.
When he read the third letter, Mr. Du's tone was a little excited. Perhaps he knew that these letters were about to be finished. In this journey of life, what he said to Zhang Hong became more and more interesting.
Less. Although we all know that Mr. Du actually doesn’t like Zhang Hong in the photo, he just likes the pure and beautiful feeling when communicating with Zhang Hong, and out of encouragement to Zhang Hong. At this time,
Zhang Hong's ghost suddenly changed its position. It also sat with its back against the partition. It and Mr. Du were back to back, with only a wooden board separating them. Zhang Hong's posture began to become the same as last night, with his knees curled up.
They brought them together, and then buried their heads deeply between their knees. When Mr. Du read his complaint, his tone was full of self-blame, while Zhang Hong slightly shrugged his shoulders, as if he was crying.
Hu Zongren was standing next to me at this time, and Zhao Jing was standing next to Mr. Du. I saw her nose was red and tears were rolling in her eyes. Although Hu Zongren and I could still bear it,
After all, we have read the letter. However, I am still very emotional about the scene in front of me. A college student like Zhang Hong and a high-level intellectual like Mr. Du have been silently attracted by a fate since they met.
Fate is unique, because choosing to become friends is a matter for both parties. Along the way, they had very happy moments, warmth and touching moments. Zhang Hong faced life because of Mr. Du's generous encouragement.
Mr. Du found that kind of simple and simple emotion in Zhang Hong, but now, Yin and Yang are separated. Even if they are in the same environment at the moment, they are always separated by a wooden board and have never met each other.
I think Zhang Hong hopes that Mr. Du will remember his unattractive appearance in the photo, not the appearance of a faceless ghost.
After reading the letter, Mr. Du folded up the letter paper in his hand, picked up Zhang Hong's photo, and said to Zhang Hong through the wooden board, Zhang Hong, just go well. No matter where you are going next, remember
Let's live a happy life together. Although Zhang Hong didn't answer, I could clearly see that it nodded.
So Hu Zongren took back the letter paper and photos in Mr. Du's hand, asked Mr. Du to leave the room first, and asked Zhao Jing to follow Mr. Du downstairs to get a metal basin. Soon Zhao Jing brought it, and Hu Zongren
While chanting the incantation, he burned the letters, photos, and some money papers in a basin to ashes, and then collected the ashes into his own gossip bag. At the same time, Zhang Hong was also taken away, and my life
The only faceless ghost case faced directly in the film ended here.
Mr. Du seemed to be in a bad mood, so he stayed with us to eat together. He drank a lot of wine during the dinner. No one drank to him, but he kept drinking to himself. Originally, this time period was not the time to eat, but he ordered it.
There was a large table of dishes, but he almost didn't use chopsticks to pick them up. After quietly drinking a bottle of 58-degree white wine, one person lay on the table with his hands, buried his face in his arms, and cried uncontrollably.
To be honest, he looked ugly when he was drunk, but none of us laughed at Mr. Du because of this. So Hu Zongren treated the guests to that meal, who asked him to receive a commission. Then we sent Mr. Du back
We came home, but instead of leaving him in the room, we put him on the sofa in the living room, then closed the curtains and locked the door before we left.
When going downstairs, Hu Zongren asked Zhao Jing, which case is this? Zhao Jing said, the sixteenth, if you include the one I met you at the printing factory earlier. Hu Zongren lit one
Yan then said, there are eight more cases. Zhao Jing, please tell your senior brothers that Lao Hu will definitely win this time, let them wait and see.