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"I went to see that writer, and he said it was all the inspiration given to him by a netizen who often told him stories. These are all stories that the netizen told him. " Xiahou Ai answered, "I went to check the IP address of the account he gave me. It's called Qi Yang."

With a whoosh, I arrived in front of Xiahou Ai. "Who did you say?" That name, that man, I remember.

"Qi Yang, do you know him?" Xiahou Ai repeated, and asked.

"Qi Yang, it's him." I couldn't help but clench my fist, "He's finally appeared. Did you find his address? "

"Yes." Xiahou Ai nodded. "She frowned." "But …"

I was getting impatient. "Don't say 'but'. Give me the address. Hurry up."

Xiahou Ai held me down, "Calm down, let me finish." Saying that, her face darkened, "I went to that address to look for him, but I couldn't find him. I asked around, and they all said that the person who lived there was a man called Qi Yang, who lived together with her sister. Only, a year ago, Qi Yang died."

"What did you say?" I couldn't help but shiver. "Dead. How is that possible? "

"I checked the local registry. Qi Yang, 35 years old, died a year ago. The cause of death was jumping off a building and committing suicide. A lot of people saw him die. " Xiahou Ai earnestly said to me.

"But …" I still couldn't accept it. "That's impossible. By the way, is his sister trying to mystify things?"

Xiahou Ai shook her head, "I had the same thought before, but after I went to investigate, I found out something even more surprising. It was half a year before Qi Yang died, and his sister died.

"The two siblings die the same way." I bit my finger in confusion. "No, it's impossible, it's impossible."

"Indeed, I'm also a bit surprised," Xiahou Ai nodded her head, "Because when I went to look for the author, he told me that she was still conversing with that Qi Yang fellow three days ago."

I couldn't help but clench my fist. Things had already exceeded my expectations, and had already left my control from the start, so this kind of feeling wasn't good. If Qi Yang was truly dead, then there would be some things that could be explained, but there were some things that could only become more and more unexplainable. My intuition tells me that the man called Qi Yang is filled with unknown danger.

"What's the author's name?" I asked.

"Ji Yufeng." Xiahou Ai replied.

I paused. "Name?"

"True name." Xiahou Ai replied, as though she understood what I wanted to do, "You want to meet him?"

"He's my only clue." The only connection I can make with that man, I can't give up.

Xiahou Ai pondered for a moment, "Do you have any grudges between you two against someone called Qi Yang?"

I was stunned. Grudge? In the past, there definitely would have been one. After all, he had set me up. But now, should I thank him? "Thank you for bringing Luo Mingshang before me?" "No, I just have some questions I want to ask him." I just want to know, why? Why did he do that?

Xiahou Ai nodded her head and handed a piece of paper over to me. On it was an address, "This matter also involves you now. No one can get away with it. "

"Are you threatening me?" Xiahou Ai was obviously startled as well, as if she did not expect me to say this, "But don't forget, this is two things, you care about your mirror spirit, I'm looking for my people, and the two things don't seem to conflict. If your problem can't be resolved well, it will become a matter of the Antique Street, and if my problem can't be resolved well, it's still my problem."

Xiahou Ai felt a little awkward, she paused for a moment, then instantly pounced and hugged onto my leg, "Big sister, you can't be so heartless, why are you in such a rush to fry the same root? In any case, I brought such an important clue to you, you can't just leave me alone when I'm about to die, my IQ isn't higher than you, you have to help me out."

"This runny nose makes me want to cry. What should I say?" "Let's go."

"I won't, if you don't agree, I won't stand up, if I don't, I will be thrown out of Antique Street. "Save me!" Mournful wails sounded out. When I saw the gazes from the surrounding guests, my face was burning. I really wanted to dig a hole and bury this fellow.

"Enough, enough. I can't help you. Get up quickly." I raised my foot and kicked.

"Ai, ai, alright." He stopped when he saw something good. Xiahou Ai quickly crawled up from the ground. Ye Zichen patted off the dust on her body.

"I put my hand on my forehead. Don't I have a guy with integrity by my side?" "Okay, tell me, what do you know?"

Xiahou Ai then fished out another book from her bag, it was a magazine type book, "Last time, your little disciple told me about that piece of paper, and I bought it. After that, I found a problem."

"What problem?" I suddenly had a bad premonition.

"The protagonist of this novel is the victim of a mirror spirit from ten years ago." Xiahou Ai opened the book and flipped to that page.

"What!" I was immediately surprised. "How could it be possible ten years ago?"

Xiahou Ai nodded her head, "That's right, and also, there's a person called Qi Yang in the article."

I quickly looked down. "Li Xiao." That's right, the main character of this short story, was a person called Li Xiao, who was affected by the mirror spirit and was being exchanged. He was bewitched by the mirror spirit and took down the candle representing her status from the top of that person's head, then realized that it was already too late.

"Have you gone to check on this Li Xiao?" I asked quickly.

Xiahou Ai sighed, and answered, "Of course there is, I know what happened inside was real, so I went to investigate on this Li Xiao, he really exists, and was even exchanged before, it's just that he left the country four years ago, I just contacted him on the phone, and he just told me about what happened at that time."

"And the result?"

The end result is that he was brought back, but after a period of time, he often had nightmares and dreamt of things over there. He then went to find the teacher, who said that his soul was still not back, and told him to go back and light a candle, and burn until the sun shines without extinguishing. Xiahou Ai recalled, "In the end, he really did not have any more nightmares after that."

I bit my nails and thought.