Chapter 108 Scarecrow

Fang Zheng immediately looked down.

What exactly did the Special operations department find?

Blood?

Cat blood?

Fang Zheng frowned.

Because according to the file, the special medium cat blood was not mentioned in the card manufacturing process that Shen Wenle described.

In the western world, all kinds of legends about witches have been in vogue. Until now, many westerners still associate the black cat with witches out of their natural fear of witches, saying that the black cat is a witch.

There was also a rumor that if he met a black cat on a dark friday night, he would be doomed.

Therefore, in the western world, the black cat and the witch have always been deeply taboo.

He made a set of cards because he was curious about western divination?

Cat blood on the card again?

Fang Zheng looked down. At this moment, she looked like a quiet and obedient junior high school student. Shen Wenle, who was seriously lowering her head to do her homework, had a slight frown.

As time passed by, the night became quieter and quieter.

At 23: 00 pm, Shen Wenle's head drooped as he did his homework. Fang Zheng didn't bother with Shen Wenle, nor did he arrange a place for Shen Wenle to sleep.

If his guess comes true... To be honest, he doesn't like Shen Wenle at all.

Drip, drip, drip.

The clock on the wall was limping along, and under the cover of the night, it became quieter and quieter. Shen Wenle, a junior high school student who had not slept well for a few days, finally couldn't resist the attack of the quiet atmosphere on his sleepiness and fell asleep on the small desk where he was doing his homework.

Fang Zheng was still looking through the files, not sleepy at all.

According to the file, the so-called nightmare scarecrow only appeared in his sleep.

The night passed quietly, and nothing happened outside.

The little skull, on the other hand, sat quietly all night looking at the video of the morning education downloaded from the tablet.

She didn't need to sleep like a human being.

Looking at Shen Wenle, who was sleeping soundly, Fang Zheng fell into deep thought.

Would Shen Wenle, who was sleeping now, threaten the nearby residents?

Would the nearby residents also dream of scarecrows like Shen Wenle's parents and shen wenle's neighbors?

It was as if Shen Wenle had become a source of the virus.

Where to bring the nightmare seed,

The virus that spread the seeds of nightmares...

However, thinking about Zuo Xiansheng's attitude and Special operations department's attitude, it seems that Mr. Fu, the Underworld shop, is more like a special shelter?

The special operations department once told Shen Wenle that Mr. Fu's Underworld shop could solve his nightmare.

Zuo Xiansheng also agreed to let Shen Wenle know the situation.

After all, this matter concerns human life.

Fang Zheng hesitated and asked little skull to look after the store. He then got up and walked to the Zuo Xiansheng store next door.

"Did Mr. Fu ever teach you how to cheat?" When Fang Zheng roughly explained what happened to Shen Wenle and what he was worried about, Zuo Xiansheng didn't answer.

"What?" Fang Zheng didn't react for a moment.

Zuo Xiansheng: "Since you already have your own thoughts in your heart, why don't you look for the answers in your heart from the perspective of the dead?"

Fang Zheng was surprised.

Did Zuo Xiansheng mean the dead neighbors near shen wenle's house?

Fang Zheng could not help but think of the first experience of going into the shadows, and also through the perspective of the dead, to track down the whereabouts of the evil Mirror spirit.

The living have the spirit world of the living, the dead have the spirit world of the dead.

The living have psychiatrists, while the dead have vaginitis.

"I'm just a part-time part-time job. Mr. Fu really didn't teach me how to go undercover." Fang Zheng was honest.

Zuo Xiansheng was not surprised. Instead, he asked, "Do you know why this child was sent to Mr. Fu's underworld shop?"

Fang Zheng thought to himself, "Because of this mysterious, weird kind of spiritual event, the Special operations department can't solve it?"

"They can only deal with the ghosts in front of them?"

Fang Zheng was answering as well as sounding out.

He specifically mentioned the Special operations department in front of Zuo Xiansheng to see how Zuo Xiansheng would react.

"You're smart." Zuo Xiansheng didn't answer yes or no, but seemed to point to something else.

"Don't worry, the Underworld shop is safer at night than during the day."

Fang Zheng had the answer.

Then he got up and left.

Go yin?

On the way back, Fang Zheng's mind seemed to be haunted by these two words.

But thinking about it, he dismissed the idea.

Mysterious, strange and supernatural events, even the people of the Special operations department can not solve them, so he doesn't have to show off and have to go up.

The thought of Bloody Marie and Bixian's posts on the psychic game was like a basin of cold water that extinguished the fire in Fang Zheng's heart.

The ghosts in psychic games are usually too evil and weird, so it's better to avoid provoking them.

As long as Shen Wenle, a junior high school student, came to Mr. Fu's Underworld shop on time every night, everything would be handled by Mr. Fu himself after Mr. Fu came back.

Shen wenle was safe in the underworld.

Just as Fang Zheng was thinking, the sky had turned white and the Zuo Xiansheng store next door was closed.

At seven in the morning, Shen Wenle, a junior high school student, woke up in a particularly good mood and seemed to have been tormented continuously. Only on this night did he sleep more soundly than ever.

During the day, someone from the Special operations department came to pick up Shen Wenle on time.

Send it over at night and spend the night in the Underworld shop.

However!

This time, until it was completely dark and almost eight or nine in the evening, Shen Wenle was nowhere to be seen. Fang Zheng suddenly had a bad feeling.

All night long, Fang Zheng did not see Shen Wenle.

Fang Zheng was worried, but he didn't know how to contact the Special operations department. And even if they did, they didn't know what kind of identity to speak to.

These days, on the contrary, he has made great progress in martial arts.

After persevering in training the Tendons And Marrow Washing and the Demon ape meditation every day, he finally completed the fourth level of the organization and began to cultivate the fifth level.

And the three parts of the Demon ape meditation's vision, after so many days of training, is also completely complete.

Next, he was ready to sprint to the fifth level of the Tendons And Marrow Washing and prepare for the training of the third level of the Tendons And Marrow Washing.

On the second day of Shen Wenle's future Underworld shop, the people of the Special operations department, who had not appeared for a whole day, reappeared in the company, but at the same time, they also brought a corpse.

It was Shen Wenle.

This junior high school student died...

Before Fang Zheng could be surprised, the Special operations department brought bad news.

After shen wenle died, the scarecrow's nightmare did not disappear. The Special operations department brought Shen Wenle's body, hoping that Fang Zheng could go to hell once, uncover all the mysteries and find the scarecrow's nightmare.

When Fang Zheng heard the request from the Special operations department, he was surprised and helpless.

He really doesn't know how to take advantage of others.

Why did everyone think that he was going to get away with it?

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