Frandy drove very fast and steadily. Even though he drove from the outskirts of the city, it only took him half an hour to reach his employer's home - an ordinary community apartment.
Unlike domestic commercial buildings that often have dozens of floors, people here generally live in independent apartments. The distribution structure is similar to that of rural areas in China. Perhaps this is the benefit of having a large land and few people.
Parking the car in a parking space on the side of the street, Frandy looked up at the duplex apartment in front of him. The corner of his mouth couldn't help but curved, and he turned back to look at Jiang Xin: "I don't know whether I should call it good luck or bad luck. This hundred
The chance is less than 1/1, but we actually met each other for the first time."
Hearing Frandy's ridicule, Jiang Xinyun used the insights he learned from "Hua". In just a moment, the apartment that originally looked very warm in the sunshine disappeared, and was replaced by a haunted house covered in black energy and with a gloomy atmosphere.
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"You saw it." Frandi felt the fluctuations in Jiang Xin: "The situation is very serious. This time it should be a big guy."
"Big guy..." Jiang Xin looked at the black energy that vaguely formed a ghost body, and asked casually: "Is the abnormality inside that ghost?"
"Not sure." Frandy pushed his eyes open and rang the doorbell: "Ghosts, curses, and abnormal things are all possible. No one dares to make a conclusion easily before seeing them in detail."
"That's right." Jiang Xin nodded and gave up the idea of directly sending generals with Ju Ling. He was very interested in these foreign ghosts.
Ding bell~
After a crisp ringing of the doorbell, the two of them felt a chill coming over them, and then the surroundings suddenly became silent. A few minutes later, a few creaking sounds of wood being squeezed came from the apartment.
Then, quietly, the wooden door in front of Jiang Xin and the two men opened. Standing behind the door was a woman with withered hair and a haggard face. Looking at the pair of Jiang Xin and Frandy, the woman's face first showed confusion.
It was then replaced by ecstasy.
Grabbing the white gloves on Frandi's hands, the woman burst into tears: "You are finally here."
Looking away at the black handprints on the white gloves that ordinary people could not see, which exuded black air, Frandi put a hand on the woman's back, and his words seemed to be filled with magic: "Relax, madam. We are already here, you are safe."
As if her cognition had been interfered with, within the words of Frandi, the woman who was still in tears calmed down again and put the two of them into the room.
The next moment the door closed, an undisguised malice enveloped Jiang Xin from all directions. The black air that originally only flowed on the walls, floors, and ceilings seemed to have life, and gradually converged toward Jiang Xin.
Where people are.
As for the woman behind the two people, the black energy on her body has already been extremely strong, almost forming a black figure two meters high behind her.
Boom—
Frandy tapped the stick in his hand on the floor, and an invisible barrier was born, pushing the black energy several centimeters away from the whole body. Jiang Xin was protected by Yuan Qi, so he was not afraid at all.
As for the black figure behind the woman who was grinning and staring at them, Jiang Xin and the two men simply ignored her.
Taking a glass of water from the faucet, Frandi tapped the wall of the glass gently, and a ray of extraordinary power instantly blended into the water. He handed the glass to the woman's hand. Frandi and Jiang Xin sat on the sofa opposite her.
Above: "Mrs. Smith, take a drink of water first and tell me slowly if you have anything to say."
"Oh, okay, okay..." Mrs. Smith, who was curled up unconsciously, held the cup in both hands and took a sip of water absentmindedly. Just as she was about to speak, her eyes became trance-like, motionless like a puppet.
"Okay." Seeing this scene, Frandy stood up and went straight up to the second floor without looking at Mrs. Smith: "I have sealed her consciousness. Now, except for the two of us, the only one present is the weird one.
Already."
"I'll go upstairs, you'll be downstairs, find the source of this weirdness as soon as possible."
"The source of the weirdness?" Jiang Xin subconsciously looked at the black figure behind Mrs. Smith, stretched out her hand and said, "Send the general to arrest the spirit!"
boom!
Jiang Xin's whole body was shaken, and the slowly flowing black energy was instantly disrupted. Under the control of General Ju Ling, the black shadow attached to Mrs. Smith began to tremble violently.
As the black shadow appeared abnormal, Mrs. Smith, who had lost her soul, began to shake like a sieve. She looked like her soul was being sucked out by life. Seeing this scene, Jiang Xin immediately stopped what she was doing.
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After a trial, Jiang Xin already understood the relationship between the black shadow and Mrs. Smith: "Refining human souls into spiritual bodies is an evil method."
When the spirit body is the result rather than the cause, unless Jiang Xin wants the life of Mrs. Smith, Ju Lingqian will be of little use.
After a moment of silence, Jiang Xin reached out and touched the center of her eyebrows: "Imperial Law: Soul."
Just like summoning the soul of a human body, Jiang Xin summoned the soul of life, but the difference from before was that by integrating the five evils, five ghosts and other means, the breath of life on the soul was condensed like a real person.
Generally, it immediately attracts the attention of the surrounding black energy.
But compared to the power of the life soul, the black energy is too weak. A casual movement of the life soul can completely disperse it and disappear. After nodding with Jiang Xin, the life soul turned into an illusion and started wandering around the apartment.
, trying to find the source of the weirdness.
A few minutes later, the soul found nothing, but Frandy came down from the attic with a notebook covered in sheepskin: "Found it."
"Is this the diary?"
"No." Frandy opened the diary and placed it in front of Jiang Xin: "The real curse is in the basement."
Jiang Xin took the diary, which contained a few lines of writing and a photo of a glass bottle: "What is this?"
"Alchemy items, soul-destroying bottles."
Frandy said over and over again and quickly found the entrance to the basement: "This is a banned alchemical item. Its function is to transform the souls of specific people into spiritual bodies. In the process, various spirits will appear in the chosen ones.
Symptoms, until after death, it turns into a spirit body and is ingested into a bottle."
"Specific populations?"
"They are ordinary people who are not aliens yet, but have the potential to become aliens. They have powerful souls and have no means of defense, so they are easily targeted."
The two of them rummaged in the dimly lit basement for a moment, and then walked up with a glass bottle with a long neck and a round mouth that was not very regular. Through the transparent bottle, Jiang Xin could clearly see what was going on inside.
A swirling black air mass.
Holding the soul-destroying bottle, Frandy said with a hint of playfulness: "Collecting an alchemy item almost killed me. It's really interesting."
As he spoke, Frandi pointed his finger. With a click, a series of fine cracks instantly covered the bottle, like a deflated balloon, and the air mass in the soul-destroying bottle quickly dissipated.
Without the soul-capturing bottle as a support, the black air around the apartment gradually dissipated. The black image roared silently as if it had discovered something, but in the end it could only dissolve into nothingness.
Putting the cracked soul-destroying bottle into the top hat, Frandy snapped his fingers, and the puppet-like Mrs. Smith was instantly awakened. The water glass in her hand slipped and fell directly to the ground.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Looking at the water stains splashing on the ground, Mrs. Smith picked up the cup in a panic and wiped away the water stains, unable to remember what happened to her before.
Frandy and Jiang Xin watched silently. It wasn't until Mrs. Smith came back with a few bottles of drinks that she smiled slightly: "Mrs. Smith, how do you feel now? Have you become more relaxed?"
A lot."
After delivering the two bottles of drinks to Jiang Xin and the others, Mrs. Smith was startled for a moment, and then moved her shoulders a few times without realizing it, her eyes full of surprise: "This!"
"Since you are fine, it is inconvenient for us to stay any longer." Frandy smiled and nodded to her, and then left the apartment that was affected by alchemical items not long ago: "You can pay directly for the cost of the exorcism.
Just go to the designated account. I wish you a happy life."
After returning to the car politely with the soul-destroying bottle, Frandy breathed a sigh of relief and carefully placed the nearly broken bottle in a box before starting the car again: "The matter is not over yet, we still have
I have to go to the Federal Inspectorate."
"Are there many soul-capturing bottles?" Jiang Xin was a little curious.
The soul-destroying generals can only capture the spirits after death and use them for their own use, but this soul-destroying bottle can forcibly turn people's souls into spirit bodies. Although there are certain restrictions, look at the back of Smith.
The strength of the black shadow is no longer weaker than those spirits transformed by aliens in the country, and may be even more aggressive.
As soon as he went out, he encountered an alchemy item that could compete with the Eight Wonders. Even Jiang Xin was a little confused.
"How can there be so many?" Frandy chuckled: "Alchemy items involving the soul realm are simply not something that ordinary alchemists can create."
"Looking at the craftsmanship of this soul-capturing bottle, it should be dozens or hundreds of years ago at least. The only alchemist who can make a soul-capturing bottle now is the Five Finger Technique, and all of them are registered. No one dares to
make."
"Why?" Jiang Xin didn't quite understand the reason: "It's just a tool that transforms souls into spiritual bodies. If it can be controlled, it would be great."
"The soul-capturing bottle cannot be controlled." Frandy shook his head: "Take Mrs. Smith, for example. Once she is completely transformed, she becomes a malicious spirit with certain intelligence, and she can also use the soul-capturing bottle autonomously.
The soul bottle creates more spirits."
"As soon as the first soul is formed, the soul-destroying bottle will become an automated production factory. The possible consequences are something no one can afford. Therefore, once discovered, it must be destroyed with all parties' justice."
"I don't know what the alchemist who originally designed this alchemy item thought of creating such an autonomous item that cannot be controlled by others, otherwise it would not be destroyed."
It is an autonomous item that cannot be controlled by others. The soul-stirring bottle is like a magic weapon that can operate without any external force. However, this magic weapon cannot be controlled by anyone. It will only operate when there are suitable targets around it.
Run, stop when there is no target.
In addition, things like evil spirits are not scarce in this land, so the soul-destroying bottle is judged as a useless forbidden alchemy item and can be destroyed. Otherwise, the alien forces would have kept it well.
"IRS? The IRS is the IRS?" Jiang Xin looked at the sign of the building in front of her and looked at Frandy with a look of "Are you kidding me", but what she got was a shrug from Frandy.
"The third largest armed organization in the United States, with subordinate channels in every city, and it is also a private organization with a certain official nature. In this country, besides the IRS, which department do you think is qualified to deal with people like us?"
Jiang Xin was silent for a moment and asked an eternal question: "Then do you have to pay taxes?"
Frandy was silent for a moment, raised his hand slightly and then put it down again: "Of course."
The IRS, the United States Internal Revenue Service, is in charge of everything related to tax payment. If you don't pay taxes, even if you are an alien, they can ensure that they have enough firepower and intelligence network to punish the alien accordingly.
Therefore, the Federal Supervisory Service, which is responsible for the coordination of the alien world, is also affiliated with the IRS. Except for the financial and violent aspects, which belong to the same system, all other aspects are managed internally by aliens.
As an exorcism detective who often travels outside, people in the Supervisory Bureau are already quite familiar with Frandy. Seeing him come in with a box, they immediately stood up and greeted him: "Nightmare, we meet again, how have you been recently?
Sample?"
"Very good." Frandy smiled and put the box on the table: "I think I will make a lot of money soon."
"Big harvest? What good things did you bring this time?"
"A soul-destroying bottle." Frandy opened the box, revealing the cracked glass bottle inside: "I'm very lucky to have prevented the formation of the first evil spirit. The value of this thing is not low."
"Indeed." Without touching the soul-destroying bottle directly, the man in front of Frandy handed the box to the man behind him: "But this thing still needs to be identified, and by the way, you also need to tell us the person in the household who was affected.
"
"I have already undergone psychological intervention." Frandy said as he casually wrote down some basic information about Mrs. Smith on a piece of paper: "But you'd better go take a look. She is a keen collector.
Object lovers, maybe you can gain something else.”
"I don't think I have the ability to pick out leaks from you spies. Each one of them has sharp eyes like an eagle..." At this point, he belatedly discovered Jiang Xin's existence.
Somewhat curious: "Is this your new spy, an Oriental?"
"Yes." Frandy nodded: "Oriental martial arts practitioners, they are much better at dealing with ghosts and monsters than we are, and they can help a lot."
"It's really rare." Taking the soul-capturing bottle and the appraisal report that were sent back by his men, the man took a deep look at Jiang Xin and then lowered his head again: "Judging from the appraisal results, this is a man from more than two hundred years ago.
The product of alchemy is undoubtedly the soul-stirring bottle."
"Are you going to destroy it yourself?"
"No." Frandy waved his hand, took the million dollar check and pushed back the small hammer in front of him: "You guys go ahead and do it."
"It's a pity that you can't experience the feeling of destroying alchemical items." The man said, and the hammer in his hand fell without hesitation. After a snap, the soul-destroying bottle turned into a pile of fragments.
Reaching out to take away three of the fragments, Frandi waved his hand with a smile, and then took Jiang Xin and left the IRS directly: "Do you realize it? It's a shame. If it's not necessary, it's best not to have too much contact with these people.
They are always trying to figure out who we are, but they never succeed."
"The fragment?"
"If the fragments are missing, the soul-capturing bottle will no longer be possible to repair. This is also an insurance measure. We can do without it, but others can't have it either."
As he spoke, Frandi used his hands to crush the fragments into a handful of sparkling powder. He stretched out his hand and blew it to let it fly away in the wind.
Putting the million-dollar check into Jiang Xin's hand, Frandi smiled slightly: "A pleasant exorcism, it's time for us to go back to the manor."
"What's the check for me?"
"If you want to go out for a walk alone, then you need to be fully familiar with the operation process of the alien world. The role of money here is indispensable."