C124 cicada molt

I knew very well that I had not committed a crime, but I also knew that with the evidence and investigative techniques available, I would definitely be convicted.

So, I guiltily asked Mr. Zhao for guidance: "The police are here, what should we do?"

Mr. Zhao said with a face of indifference, "Don't worry, they won't dare to come in."

I doubt if his confidence is reliable, but there seems to be no other way than to trust him. In fact, not only do I have to worry about the policemen outside, I also have to worry about Small Week who is crouching beside us. Where did he come from? What was he going to do?

Small Week seemed to have felt my gaze as he turned around and grinned at me.

I immediately turned my head away, refusing to meet Small Week's gaze. I know he's a ghost, I've heard someone say it before. The ghost will follow you as long as you look at it, and you won't be able to shake him off until you become a ghost.

Soon, hurried footsteps were heard coming from outside the tomb. I heard someone talking. It was a familiar voice, like a police officer interrogating us in the police station.

The police negotiated with the dean and decided to send someone to guard the place until dawn. It seemed that they did not dare to enter either.

I said to the Mr. Zhao, "You're right. I didn't expect that with so many policemen, you would not dare …"

Before I could finish my words, I was stunned. Because I noticed that there was something wrong with the Mr. Zhao beside me.

He was still squatting on the ground, but his body had become a little stiff, or perhaps … Stupid.

I reached out and poked his face. It was a little thin, a little brittle, a little empty... This was clearly a paper man.

I looked at Small Week, who had suddenly turned into a paper man.

A wave of cold air came out from my body. I shivered and immediately stood up from the ground. At this moment, I had a strange feeling. As if he had finally broken free from some shackles, his entire body felt at ease.

I looked down and broke out in a cold sweat. I saw another me, crouching obediently on the ground.

Did my soul leave my body? Why did this happen? I was a little scared, but I braced myself to touch my flesh, and then, to my horror, my body was made of paper.

I stood in the weeds and looked at the paper men crouching side by side in the graveyard. I don't know what to do.

I whispered, "Mr. Zhao, Mr. Zhao?"

Mr. Zhao did not answer me. Instead, it was the policeman outside the cemetery who shouted, "Who's talking?" Then the flashlight came.

I jumped and hid in the grass. After I hid myself, I suddenly remembered, I'm a ghost now, they can't even see me, what's there to be afraid of?

So I stood up again. The flashlight swept past my body without any obstruction. The policeman looked through me, deep into the graveyard, and then quickly drew back his neck, not daring to look. It seemed that he was also very wary of tombs.

I sighed and thought, "What the hell is going on? Why did we become paper men? "

Then I noticed something on the back of my paper man.

I walked around behind the paper man and looked at it in the dim moonlight. It was a yellow paper. The yellow paper was surrounded by strange patterns. This must be some kind of charm.

In the center of the yellow paper was a painting. It was a picture of a cicada shedding its shell. Originally, when a cicada's chrysalis drilled out from the earth, it would lie on the tree trunk before removing its outer shell and flapping its wings to fly away. This was a very normal occurrence.

However, this painting depicted a very strange scene. First of all, the cicada wasn't lying on the tree trunk, but rather on a large leg. And what came out of the cicada's skin was not a cicada, but a crafty little person.

I stared at the painting for a while, and suddenly I had an idea. Could it be that this paper body was a cicada's skin? When our souls come out of our bodies, our bodies lose their vitality and become a piece of paper?

But that's not right. How did his body become made of paper?

I thought about it for a moment and then wondered when it had been placed on my back and who had done it.

I thought about it carefully and felt that the Mr. Zhao was the most suspicious. I remember that when he first found me, he was very weird and even tricked me to look in a certain direction during that time. When I turned around, he was withdrawing his hand from behind me.

When I thought of this, I felt that I shouldn't stay here any longer. No matter what goal Mr. Zhao had in turning my body into this state, I can't trust him anymore.

Since the police outside couldn't see my soul, I might as well escape. I have to find Xia Xin and ask her to help me.

Having made up my mind, I walked quickly out of the cemetery.

But after walking for a while, I felt something was wrong.

This graveyard was not small. There were a few crooked trees growing inside, and most of them were weeds. The weeds were tall, but if I stood up straight they wouldn't stop me. I could see out.

I walked for five or six minutes, but I was still in the graveyard and hadn't come out yet. It was as if I had stepped forward, and the grave had moved forward, and I had been walking.

I scratched my head and looked behind me. Because the weeds were brittle and broke at the first step, I could see my tracks clearly. I didn't walk at all. I was walking in circles around a grave.

It gave me the creeps. It seems like the things in this grave don't want me to leave.

I clenched my teeth and muttered, "It's all fake. It's all an illusion. Don't let it affect you." After identifying a direction, we can just walk one step at a time. "

I looked carefully and found a small red dot outside the cemetery. From time to time, like a cigarette butt, it must have come from the police who were watching us from the outside.

I stared straight at the red dot and walked towards it.

Didn't the ghost want me to go around the grave? I have to go to this red dot. If I went around in circles, the red dot would disappear.

I walked slowly for a while, but the red dot didn't disappear, which meant that I walked in a straight line. A minute later, the red dot was closing in on me, and I was out of the grave.

It was indeed a policeman smoking. No, to be more precise, it was the police. This cop was an old guy in his sixties. If it wasn't for the uniform, I would have thought he was more like a security guard than a police officer.

The old man was smoking a cigarette on the ground. What he was smoking was not a filtered cigarette, but a cigarette leaf wrapped in a slip of paper.

I was planning to quietly walk past the old man and forget about it, but I suddenly realized that the old man's cheeks had caved in and his lips were dark green.

The old man was completely oblivious to it. He took a few deep breaths and then scratched his head.

Next to him was another middle-aged man in his forties. He was an official police officer. He said to the old man, "Don't smoke anymore. This kind of smoke is too strong, it's bad for your health."

The old man said, "What body does not have a body? I know what my body is like, it's only a few days away. "

The middle-aged man glanced at me and said, "You shouldn't have come to this place. Your yin energy is very dense. If you aren't sick, you'll have to suffer from an illness."

The old man chuckled, "It's good to have too much yin energy." I just need to pick a place to live. "

The middle-aged man frowned and said, "Third master, why are you always dying these days?" "Last month, you asked me to help you run around. When the police were paid, didn't they have a lot of energy?"

The old man lit another cigarette, sighed, and said, "Last month was last month, this month was this month. "Now that I'm going to die, what else do I need?"

The middle-aged man said unhappily, "Don't spout nonsense. Third Master, if you don't mind this graveyard, you can go back. I'll change to someone else. "

The old man shook his head, "No need, other people still have a long time to live. The things in the graveyard truly hurt people. It would be better to harm me than them. "

The middle-aged man stood up and anxiously walked around the area twice. He said to me, "Third master, what exactly happened to you?"

After a moment of silence, the old man said, "I'm going to die soon."

The middle-aged man spat, "What are you talking about?"

The old man said, "It's true. You don't know? I saw your father yesterday. "

The middle-aged man's body stiffened as he said, "Third master, did you have a nightmare? "How many years has my dad been dead?"

The old man said, "Yes. How many years had he been dead? But I saw him. Not only did I see him, I also saw Old Sun who was burning the boiler. "

The middle-aged man's expression turned strange. "Didn't Old Sun die last week?"

The old man nodded. "Old Sun told me to wait for me, he has a companion." Having said that, he stood up from the ground and said to the middle-aged man, "Look at my face, does it look like I'm wearing a bag of bones and look like I'm dead? I can still recognize my own face. I guess I won't live much longer. "

The middle-aged man's lips moved as if he wanted to persuade the old man, but he didn't seem to know what to say.

After pausing for a moment, I decided to leave. Who knew that just as I moved my body, the old man suddenly stood up from the ground, casually threw the cigarette butt at me and shouted, "Who's there?"

Not only did he yell this, but he also ran over with handcuffs.

I had intended to leave him and run away, but because of the old man's shout, the surrounding police had already gathered. With so many living people, the yang energy was like a flame, making me feel very uncomfortable. I didn't dare to approach them.

When the old man saw me standing on the ground in a daze, he quickly ran to my side and immediately cuffed my wrists.

I struggled, then realized that the handcuffs had gone through my hands and fallen to the ground.

I am a ghost. How can a ghost be handcuffed to the human world?

The old man was stunned for a moment. Suddenly, he seemed to have understood something. His eyes revealed a look of ecstasy. He then lifted his shirt and took out a red belt from his pants.

The old man chuckled, "This old man is sixty years old and has finally used his red belt."

The belt was tied around my waist, and I couldn't move.

I looked at the old man and said as calmly as I could, "Old master, you should have already noticed that I'm not alive. Why are you capturing me?"