supernatural unit

A stream of blood hit the girl's face, and Zhang Wan's shoulder felt severe pain.

The vocal cords were finally stimulated to the point of eruption. Zhang Wan screamed and wanted to crawl away, but soon there was another dull pain in her back.

The sound of meat chopping sounded again and again in the silent night.

Soon, a bloody head rolled under a certain seat of the bus.

Although it was Zhang Wan who experienced the hell-like feeling just now, this head was obviously not his.

The death process of this person was like a dream, which was experienced by Zhang Wan.

Soon after Zhang Wan fainted, he entered another person's world.

As if suddenly awakened from a dream, Zhang Wan clearly played back the experience just now in her mind.

He was dazed for two seconds, and quickly reached out to touch the injured place in his impression, but his body was intact at this time.

The pain of being cut by the chainsaw can no longer be recalled at all. Zhang Wan only knows that it is very painful, but her body does not give a memory response.

He is still on this bus now.

Zhang Wan looked up and saw the little girl in red sitting in that position again.

This time, Zhang Wan lost control of his body. He opened his eyes wide, watching the female body walk towards the little girl, and then sat down in the row in front of the girl.

Probably repeating what the deceased did before he was alive.

The owner of this body probably didn't know anything before his life, but now Zhang Wanzheng is sitting in front of the girl in fear.

He knew that something must happen.

The ending really is like this!

Suddenly, he heard the sound of a chainsaw again!

The body quickly turned its head, but was cut head-on by the chainsaw.

It was dark again before his eyes.

Back to reality, Zhang Wan was lying on the ground, surrounded by different ghosts.

The death images of these ghosts kept replaying in his mind, and he died with them again and again.

There was black air vaguely floating around his body, and dozens of ghosts were hovering above his body, but they didn't intend to hurt him.

It has been a long time since there have been such urgent and intensive sirens at the gate of Jitian Apartment.

In the evening, Zhang Wan was carried out by two armed exorcist policemen, followed by a young exorcist policeman, who was on the phone.

"Hurry up and call him back! Hurry up! You don't care if he's busy or not!"

The exorcist policeman spoke very anxiously, and Zhang Wan was woken up in a haze. He glanced over there, but the exorcist policeman slapped his head back.

"What are you looking at, you kid is fucking dead! How dare you come here for me, do you know what day it is today?"

Zhang Wan is suffering from a severe headache now. He remembered that he had read the wall calendar before going out this morning, so he whispered, "August [-]nd."

"Then you just remember it yourself, if you don't have that pile of talismans in your pocket, every August [-]nd will be your death day!"

After the hot-tempered policeman scolded Zhang Wan, he realized that he was still on the phone, and quickly started talking to the other end.

"Just tell that bastard Fang Zhi to tell him to come back quickly! Now, immediately, immediately!"

"..."

"A big deal has happened! The case of the ghost bus has made a huge breakthrough this time. The hundreds of souls he couldn't recruit are all stuffed in Room 2804 of Jitian Apartment!"

Zhang Wan was taken aback when he heard it, and he quickly turned his head to look over, but when the exorcist policeman turned around, he accidentally hit him with an elbow, almost hitting Zhang Wan's eyeballs directly.

Zhang Wan was about to cough up blood, and his throat was so uncomfortable that he finally squeezed out a word with his eyes closed and his throat hoarse.

"Where's the little girl in the red dress?"

The exorcist policeman didn't want to talk to Zhang Wan at first, but when Zhang Wan said that, he narrowed his eyes sensitively and cast a vigilant look at him.

"She has been detained by us. She will be interrogated when she is brought back to the bureau. She has been looking for you just now. Do you have anything to say to her?"

Zhang Wan froze for a moment, he looked at the exorcist policeman, his lips moved.

"……No."

The exorcist looked at Zhang Wan strangely for a while, then stopped and stopped following.

Zhang Wan felt uncomfortable being lifted by his shoulders and legs, but he still tried his best to look back.

The exorcist who spoke loudly was covering his mouth with his hand and saying something to the phone.

There was another sudden pain in the spine, Zhang Wan hissed, and then lost consciousness again.

I don't know how long he lost consciousness, but Zhang Wan woke up in a dreamless sleep.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw two bright shackles on his wrists, and the surrounding was deadly quiet.

If he hadn't squinted his eyes, which were too dazzled by the light, to look forward, he would have thought that he was the only one in this small house.

The pupils couldn't adapt to the strong light around them for a while, Zhang Wan blinked and moved dizzily.

Someone noticed that he woke up, and quickly said:

"Officer Qian, Zhang Wan woke up."

After finally being able to see the person clearly, Zhang Wan looked at the police officer called Qian, who was the violent exorcist escorting him out of the apartment.

He was sitting across the table at this time, with a pen in his hand, as if he was interrogating, and Qin Ye was sitting next to him.

"Qin, master..."

Zhang Wan was taken aback, and after being called by Zhang Wan, Qin Ye reached out and patted his arm.

"You don't need to speak, I'll just explain. If Officer Qian asks you something, answer it truthfully."

Zhang Wan nodded, but as soon as he lowered his head, he felt that the brains in his brain were mixed with blood and dangling up and down.

"Zhang Wan, are you the first person to report the ghost bus incident?"

The documents in Officer Qian's hand had been folded, and Zhang Wan looked at him with half-opened eyes tiredly, and nodded.

"On the night of the incident, you not only saw the ghost bus, but also the little girl in red?"

Zhang Wan still nodded.

"The reason why you came into that apartment was to satisfy that little girl's wishes so that she would stop pestering you?"

"Yes." Officer Qian's questions were all right, Zhang Wan couldn't move his head anymore, so he could only answer feebly.

After asking these questions, Officer Qian no longer looked at Zhang Wan, but met Qin Ye's eyes.

"It's all thanks to your talisman that he was able to save his life this time, but... since you have this ability, why don't you consider coming to the Exorcism Bureau?"

Qin Ye looked at him quietly and said:

"Officer Qian, everyone has their own aspirations, and I am doing what I can for people in my own way."

Officer Qian crossed his fingers, leaned back, and motioned to the subordinate next to him with his eyes, "Pour water."

"Yes."

Soon, a glass of water was placed in front of Qin Ye.

Zhang Wan's Adam's apple twitched. Looking at the glass of water, he felt extremely thirsty in his mouth.

I don't know how Qin Ye found out. After politely thanking Police Officer Qian, he walked up to Zhang Wan with the glass of water in his hand.

"Have a drink."

Qin Ye tilted the cup to Zhang Wan's lips, and fed the water into his mouth.

"Fuck, two glasses of water! Hurry up! Why are you so blind?"

Officer Qian picked up the documents and made a gesture to beat him up. The subordinate next to him jumped away defensively, and ran out quickly to get a glass of water, put it down like a grandson, and said please in a low voice.

"Mr. Qin, Fang Zhi is investigating the ghost bus case, and I'm mainly in charge of Jitian Apartment."

Officer Qian seemed to have something to discuss with Qin Ye, and he spoke in a good tone.

Zhang Wan felt much better after drinking water. He was closing his eyes to ease the dizziness in his head when he suddenly heard Fang Zhi's name.

"Mr. Qin, in your opinion, what is the connection between Ghost Bus and Jitian Apartment?"

Officer Qian touched the pen in his hand, squinted his eyes and asked.

"Sorry, I can't answer this question. I suggest you investigate the little girl in red."

Qin Ye replied very politely, but he really couldn't tell what was going on in his heart.

"There's no little girl in red at the scene!" Officer Qian threw the documents on the table and pressed his head in frustration.

"When I went to see it, dozens of ghosts were pressing on Zhang Wan. I didn't know how he was still alive... Speaking of which, Mr. Qin, how did you draw that talisman? Can you teach me?"

"Didn't you say that she has been locked up by you for interrogation?"

He said that he was locked up again, and said that he had never seen it at all. Zhang Wan heard that he had been cheated, and hurriedly asked.

"I'm telling you, because I don't know who you are talking about. I just chatted with Mr. Qin and heard that the little girl is looking for her brother... Is she also a victim of the ghost bus?"

"No, but... hey."

Zhang Wan's mind is full of information now, but he doesn't know what the police have already mastered.

"All the dead on the ghost bus died at the hands of the little girl in red, and the little girl herself was also the dead on the ghost bus."

When he said this, Qin Ye turned to look at him, and Officer Qian was completely confused.