Every time I enter a scene, even though I have expected it, my heartbeat will still speed up due to these phenomena, and my nose will be filled with the pungent smell. I can’t count how many times I have smelled it. After I have accepted it, I can’t count the pungent smells.
In most cases, this kind of smell is basically present at any scene where ghost traces are active. It is unfortunate, because a few of my friends who are policemen have been called two or three times with a direct phone call in the past few days.
At the scene of the murder, the reason is usually threats such as if you don’t come tomorrow I will bring people to arrest you. Sometimes I can smell this smell at the scene of the murder, and many people at the scene will regard this smell as...
Corpse odor, but I have never thought about where corpse odor comes from. If there is no death, where does corpse odor come from?
So over the years, this smell has provided me with some convenience in judgment. I can tell whether there is a ghost or not by just smelling it with my nose without using any equipment. The stronger the smell, it does not mean that the resentment is stronger, but the obsession.
The deeper the obsession, the easier it is to not let it go. When I opened the door to Miss Qi's room, the smell that hit my face reminded me that the person in this room had a heavier obsession, but I couldn't tell it apart.
Could it be that this obsession has been amplified because of Guiyue?
Hu Zongren and I walked into the house. I noticed that the window in the room was open and even the lights were on. It was probably because Miss Qi had not had time to close it when she escaped from the room a few days ago. The electricity bill for the past two days
It should have increased a lot. I first went to the open window and did not close it. I just tied a red rope with nails to seal the window like outside the door. The compass pointer in my hand kept turning erratically.
In my opinion, when the room is full of supernatural reactions, I can only judge the length of time the ghost has stayed in this place by distinguishing where the reaction is stronger, and therefore guess why it chose this place.
Place to stay.
The ghost had no intention of attacking people, so Hu Zongren and I gradually became more relieved. After some searching, I noticed that the mirror on the wardrobe in Miss Qi's room faced the side of the bed. The room was quite large and well decorated.
There are actually many choices for where to put the mirror. This kind of layout where you can see yourself directly in the mirror while sleeping on the bed is obviously not worth recommending. Although I don’t know much about Feng Shui, I still know these basics.
.The bed was in a mess, and it was obvious how hurried Miss Qi was when she escaped. Judging from the folds of the sheets and cups, Miss Qi slept on the side closer to the wall, that is, the side farther away from the wardrobe mirror.
But this was a double bed, and it could be seen that Miss Qi was sleeping on it to free up her husband's seat, so I turned around and said to Miss Qi, no matter where I am from now on, as long as I sleep alone, no matter how big the bed is,
Try to sleep in the middle. If you habitually sleep on the side, your clothes will also take up the space on the other side. This applies even when you stay in a hotel. If you can get a single room, don't order a twin bed.
Even if you order a twin room, don't leave a bed vacant for no reason.
Miss Qi asked me why, and I told her it was to remind you of the things around you. There are people in this place, and there is no place for you.
After continuing to search for a while, I withstood the increasingly strong stench and found the place where the stench emitted. Correspondingly, it was also the place where the compass turned craziest in the whole room. That place was Miss Qi's bed, and it was
The area where she didn't sleep. I told Hu Zongren that there was something strange here. After hearing the sound, Hu Zongren walked over from the open wardrobe, because I saw him opening the wardrobe to block Miss Qi's eyes. There
Play with Miss Qi's bra.
Hu Zongren came close to me and looked at the compass, and then said to me, oh, it's still turning pretty well. I said to him, have you brought incense ash? Sprinkle some on it and take a look. Hu Zongren reached into his bag and touched it.
He took out a small handful, then turned to Miss Qi and said, I'm sorry, I might stain your sheets. After saying that, he sprinkled it toward the place I pointed at, which seemed to have the strongest reaction so far.
I am sure that what I saw below was not my imagination. When the incense ash fell to the height of a person's side from the bed sheet, it suddenly hovered for less than half a second before falling to the bed. Just as the incense ashes stopped in mid-air,
At that moment, the pointer on the compass suddenly bounced quickly, just like a sleeping person who was suddenly pricked by a needle and reacted by ejection. And just after the incense ashes fell, the agility weakened significantly, even though
I put the compass on the bed sheet again, and its reaction was not much different from the surrounding environment. So this means that before the incense ashes touched the bed sheet, there was an invisible ghost sleeping here.
I walked to the door and told Miss Qi what I saw and my analysis. When she thought about the ghost beside her bed every night, she became obviously uneasy. I told her, in your room
Is there anything that others care about, and this other person happens to be dead? Miss Qi thought for a while and said, no, her husband bought this house a few years before they got married, and she only fell in love.
Since we moved in together, we have always done the cleaning by ourselves. If there were anything that didn't belong at home, it would have been discovered long ago.
When Miss Qi said this, I couldn't continue. So I turned to Hu Zongren and said, is there anything we have missed in this room? Because I considered that since there was someone lying on the bed just now, but
It suddenly disappeared again. It can't get out of this room. Even if it encounters a very powerful one, I should be able to detect the problem from the red rope when it gets out. That can only mean that it is hiding.
Yes, that’s why I asked Hu Zongren.
Hu Zongren thought for a while and asked me, have you looked under the bed? I suddenly remembered that Miss Qi had said something about seeing ghost hands under the bed. When I first checked the house, I went under the bed and looked around.
It was full of sundries, and I found the smart thing directly on the bed, so I ignored what was under the bed. So I asked Miss Qi, we have to take out the things under your bed and check them first. Miss Qi agreed, so Hu
Zongren started to dig out the things under the bed one by one. His posture was very similar to how a cat digs out sand after pooping. Every time Hu Zongren threw something out, I would check it carefully with a compass. Finally,
He took out a guitar.
This is a folk guitar. Before I was kicked out of school, I desperately begged my parents to buy me a guitar in the hope that I could attract the attention of girls with my elegant playing. But when I
Not long after I learned it, I jumped on the train heading south to Kunming. This guitar looked quite old, and there were some BEYOND stickers on it, which made me have a good impression of the owner of this guitar.
I held the guitar in my hand, and the strings were already loose. I blew the dust away, and when I was about to play, the compass in my hand suddenly spun rapidly. I was startled, and brought the compass close to the resonance port of the guitar.
Wrong, violent paranormal reaction, there must be something wrong with this guitar.
I kicked Hu Zongren’s ass and asked him to look over. Hu Zongren asked me what was wrong and I said the reaction on the guitar was so strong, it seemed even stronger than on the bed just now. Hu Zongren glanced at my compass, and then looked at it again
Look at that guitar and ask me, could it be that the original owner of this guitar died and felt that the guitar he loved most in his life was still this guitar?
Although Hu Zongren said these words in his tone, I still think it is nonsense, but it is undeniable that his guess is not unreasonable. It seems that this guitar has been placed under the bed for a long time, and
It is placed in the innermost position under the bed. In other words, the guitar has been stuffed in from the beginning. The guitar is only loose but not broken. But since it is not used, why not throw it away instead of keeping it as a souvenir?
Who is he? Could he be commemorating Wong Ka Kui on the sticker? Then I don’t have the guts to lead the way to see my male idol off.
I knew my idea was ridiculous, and I was just saying it. So I picked up the guitar and asked Miss Qi, does this guitar belong to your husband or someone else? Because I am a guitar player, so I don’t think anyone would
If she likes guitar, she will stuff the guitar naked under the bed without even using a guitar bag. Ms. Qi said that this should belong to her husband, and she has known that there is a guitar under the bed for a long time, but she has never seen her husband.
I have played, and I have never asked him if he can play the guitar or anything like that.
At this time, Hu Zongren suddenly touched me suggestively, and then coughed twice. So I turned around knowingly, and he whispered in my ear, take a closer look, there is something in this resonance mouth.
.So we carried the instrument at an angle that Miss Qi couldn't see. I looked inside carefully and saw that there was something that looked like a piece of fabric. So Hu Zongren took the piano from my hand, quietly loosened the strings, and reached in.
He took out the thing with two fingers. After he took it out, he quickly held it in his hand, reached out and threw it into his gossip bag. I asked him what it was, I haven't seen it clearly yet, just put it in.
Hu Zongren said to me with a half-smile, "Don't worry, I'll tell you later."
Hu Zongren said to Miss Qi, sister, please stay in the circle and don't come out, and then pulled me towards the living room. Miss Qi asked Hu Zongren why are you going, and Hu Zongren said, let's find something and put it in the gossip bag.
Now, I have to take a closer look at what this is. Don’t get out of the circle. Don’t worry, we won’t steal your things. After Hu Zongren pulled me to the balcony, he put the gossip bag flat on the ground and squeezed it with his hands.
He drew a talisman in the space between the opening of the belt, then pulled the rope, put both hands in, and picked up the thing that had just been thrown in, but did not take out the opening of the bag. He let me see. I got closer.
When I looked at it, I realized that it was a pair of purple women's underwear.
Not only underwear, but also a sexy thong.
I looked up at the washed clothes, including underwear, hung by Miss Qi on the balcony, and then I asked Hu Zongren, is this a fetish ghost? Why am I getting more and more confused? Then I asked
Hu Zongren said, what do you think is going on? Hu Zongren said with a smile, what else can happen? Miss Qi is really good at playing. She should have opened her underwear to look at her butt, but these pants still work well.
You have to spread your buttocks to look for pants, you are really good at playing. I said, can you not think about those things? You made me think about it with you!
Hu Zongren threw the underwear back into the bag, squatted on the ground, looked up at the hanging underwear, and then said, these are not Miss Qi's underwear, and this ghost is coming after these underwear, hehe, it looks like