C67 Asking for Phantom

I lowered my head to look. The Mr. Zhao was indeed in my hands, but the mirror was empty and there was no trace of him.

In other words, the Mr. Zhao was already dead? Not only did he die, he even lost his physical body, and his soul turned into a ghost?

When did he die? I clearly remember that he was still alive the last time I looked in the mirror.

My mind was in such a mess that I actually forgot to let go of Mr. Zhao. The Mr. Zhao did not notice and said, "You've caught me, it's my turn to be a ghost."

At that moment, I noticed a problem. Mr. Zhao's eyes were covered with cloth.

That's not right. I saw it clearly just now, Mr. Zhao had already taken off the cloth strip, since when did he cover it up again? Why did he have to cover it up?

Mr. Zhao was getting impatient and he twisted his body: "Are you still not letting me go?"

Just as I was about to let go of him, a voice suddenly spoke out from behind me, "We managed to grab hold of him with so much difficulty. How can we let go of him?"

I jumped in shock and turned my head around. There was still a Mr. Zhao behind me. In my panic, I couldn't help but let go.

Seeing that I had let go, the Mr. Zhao in my hands immediately laughed and quickly escaped towards the door. Who would have thought that just as he reached the entrance, I would suddenly hear a shout. A green-faced, fanged ghost jumped down from the wooden door.

Mr. Zhao screamed in fear and turned around to run back. However, he was already tied up by Xia Xin who was waiting there.

After that, the lights of the Inside the house lit up.

I watched all of this with a dizzy feeling. I even wondered if I was dreaming.

I looked at the door. There were no green-faced, fang-toothed wraiths on the wooden door. There was only a portrait of Zhong Kui.

I looked back. Xia Xin was holding a tiger head shoe in her hand. This shoe was tied with a red string.

I looked at Xia Xin, then looked at Mr. Zhao, and said, "Can anyone explain to me what is going on?"

Mr. Zhao laughed and said, "When we were talking just now, there was someone eavesdropping."

Xia Xin pointed at tiger head shoe: "This is the thing that eavesdropped."

I rubbed my temples. "Wait a minute, do you mean that the tiger head shoe has become a spirit and is eavesdropping on our conversation?"

Xia Xin said: "This tiger head shoe is Bao Xiaojie's. or to be more precise, it was the ghost that was on Bao Xiaojie's body. Now he's hiding on top of this shoe. "

I nodded. "So you guys secretly played that game just to catch him?"

The Mr. Zhao replied, "He's very alert. If we capture him immediately, he might escape. But if we lure him into playing games and catch him when the time comes, it will be much simpler. "

I carefully recalled the process of playing the game. Mr. Zhao and Xia Xin first urged me to cover my eyes, and then quietly took off the cloth strip, leaving only this ghost, who foolishly played games with his eyes covered, and was easily caught by me. The statue of Zhong Kui at the door was probably secretly pasted there by Xia Xin when she was playing the game.

However, I soon discovered a suspicious point and said to the Mr. Zhao, "That's not right. "How can you be so sure that he knows how to play games?"

The Mr. Zhao said, "Because ghosts like to play tricks on people. When he heard about a game called Ghost Catcher, he could not help but want to participate. Furthermore, this ghost is still young and has a childish mind, so I definitely do not want to miss such a good opportunity. "

I asked in bewilderment, "How do you know this ghost is young?" We never seemed to see his real body. "

Xia Xin said: "When we went to see Bao Xiaojie earlier, did you notice anything strange?"

I said, "There's too much dissonance. His room is upside down."

Xia Xin gently shook her head, "There's more."

I said, "I really can't think of anything."

Xia Xin pointed at the shoes in her hand, "At that time, he was wearing a pair of tiger head shoe s."

I didn't personally see Bao Xiaojie wear a tiger head shoe, but thinking about that scene, it's already very strange. I laughed and said, "The tiger head shoe is so small, can he wear it in?"

Xia Xin said, "If you step on a little bit of it, it can be considered as wear. I noticed it then. This tiger head shoe was not casually worn, it was very likely to be the ghost's. In other words, the ghost would not have been too old when it died. So no matter if he's a new ghost or an old ghost, he's never had any fun as a kid, and when he hears that we're playing games, he's bound to be impatient. "

Mr. Zhao also nodded in deep agreement. Then he said, "Now we can torture it and ask where this ghost came from. Maybe he knows where Bao Xiaojie's soul went. "

Xia Xin casually turned off the light, then closed the curtains again, causing the room to suddenly turn pitch black. Fortunately, Mr. Zhao quickly lit a candle.

Borrowing the light from the candles, Mr. Zhao took out a large yellow paper from nowhere, stretched it and hung it on the ceiling beams. I sat in my chair and watched the two of them busy, feeling like a rich man who wanted to see a movie. Two of my chief workers were hanging up the curtains.

I said, a little puzzled, "Haven't you two always disliked each other? "Why are you cooperating so happily today?"

Xia Xin looked at Mr. Zhao, and Mr. Zhao looked at Xia Xin. They both spat at the same time.

As a result of my words, their fragile partnership collapsed. Fortunately, most of the work had been done.

The Mr. Zhao placed the candle and the tiger head shoe behind the yellow paper and then moved a chair over to sit beside me. Xia Xin sat on my other side.

I found out that I really did look like I was going to see a movie now. No, not a movie.

This was because a shadow had appeared on the yellow paper. At the beginning, it was like smoke rising in spirals. Gradually, the smoke gathered and formed into the silhouette of a person.

The figure seemed to be panicking, looking all around. The yellow paper was like a headless fly that was trying to escape, but even though the yellow paper was large, it still had a boundary. Every time he reached the boundary, it would block him.

Finally, the figure realized that he could no longer escape. It gradually quieted down and obediently stayed in the middle of the yellow paper.

Mr. Zhao cleared his throat and asked: "What's your name?"

I think the three of us are a little bit like corrupt lawyers now.

The silhouette did not move or reply.

Mr. Zhao said to me: "Eldest nephew, go and put Zhong Kui on the yellow paper."

I promised and was about to stand up when the figure spoke out, "My name is Bao Xiaojie."

Mr. Zhao said: "You know, lying is useless. We can see clearly whether you are Bao Xiaojie or not."

That figure seemed to be somewhat excited as he gnashed his teeth and said, "What does whether I am Bao Xiaojie or not have to do with you guys?"

Mr. Zhao said lightly: "We need to know where Bao Xiaojie has gone to."

The silhouette coldly replied, "I don't know."

Mr. Zhao sighed, and said a little helplessly: "You don't know? That would be no use at all. Eldest Nephew, burn the yellow paper. "

The figure became anxious and said: "You can't burn me, I have taken over Bao Xiaojie's body, that is the heaven's will; if you burn me, that is against the heavens. In the future, all of you will die without a burial ground, so do not say that you did not expect it. "

The words spoken by the human figure were quick and clear. Moreover, it was very melodious, as if it had been memorized in advance. I'm beginning to wonder if it was taught to him.

The Mr. Zhao leaned forward in interest and said: "You took over Bao Xiaojie's body, so how could it be considered as Heaven's Mandate? Can you tell us more about it? "

The silhouette sneered, "It doesn't matter if you tell me. I'll let you know that you've gotten what you've sowed. Good will be rewarded for good and evil."

We all crossed our arms and waited.

The figure said faintly, "My memories of what kind of person I was before I died have already blurred. All I remember is that I was a soldier, and that I walked many places with a flag to protect a great man. We sang the hymn on the green train, and the flight attendants were taught a critical lesson. We eat in restaurants, we type slogans, and the boss entertains us to the fullest, refusing to take money. "

Mr. Zhao's eyes immediately revealed an envious look.

The silhouette sighed, "Later on, we encountered enemies. I remember the fight was fierce. When has the timid one among us ever seen anything like this? He peed his pants on the spot. I am not afraid. I have faith in myself that I can sacrifice my life for the sake of what I defend. So I rushed up with the brick. "

Xia Xin had been drinking her tea. When she heard this, she spat out her tea onto the yellow paper with a 'pu' sound, causing the figure to complain.

Xia Xin coughed hard and said in an incredulous tone, "Fighting with bricks?"

I couldn't see the expression on his face, but I knew his face must be red because his voice was agitated, a bluff: "What happened to the brick war? We don't have the right weapon, so it's nothing. Our will is iron, our faith is steel. We have a fire in our hearts, we have an unending sun above our heads, our weapons are crude, but our faith is greater than ten thousand atomic bombs … "

The silhouette frantically waved his arms. I was a little worried about him. If we get too excited and lose our souls, we won't be able to get any confessions.

Fortunately, the silhouette quickly calmed down. He sighed heavily and said, "Forget it, forget it. It's all in the future now …" Actually, I've almost forgotten all about this matter. I only have a few things I can remember. No matter what, that was a previous life, so it's useless to remember them, right? "

All three of us nodded.

The figure continued, "In short, I'll be at the front. Before my brick could land on someone's head, I was hit by a heavy weight from my waist and fell to the ground. I didn't know how many people were stepping on my back. When I woke up again, I was already dead. "

"Later on, in the darkness, I felt a kind of summoning. It sounded like a voice, but it also sounded like a message, and I couldn't tell what it was. In short, the voice told me that, given my youth and ignorance, I was allowed to reincarnate into a human being. "In fifty years, I was born into a family with a surname, a bag."